Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 204 Children, come save me!
"Little Horse, you're not dead!"

Finally, inside the high walls, Magnus, who had just dealt with the surrounding green-skinned orcs and was taking a short rest, hadn't even eaten when he heard someone cursing him to die. He turned around and saw that it was Guilliman, that bastard.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't satisfy Lord Guilliman! You ambitious bastard, I'm alive and well, what? You're not happy that I'm not dead!"

Seeing Magnus's sarcastic remarks, Guilliman was at a loss for words. He quickly stepped forward and said, "Brother, I didn't mean it. Let me explain."

Thankfully, it wasn't some melodramatic soap opera set against a backdrop of supernatural laws; otherwise, it would have stretched into at least a dozen episodes. Upon hearing that the Ultramarines had lost nearly half their forces and had charged directly into the Orc army, Magnus's anger instantly subsided by half.
"That's no excuse for being late. You could at least have sent me a message. You kept telling me to hold my ground, saying you'd be there in nine hours. Are you kidding me?"

"What nine hours? I didn't send any messages at all. A warp storm hit near Altramar, cutting off all communications. What are you talking about?"

The two who had discrepancies in their accounts stared at each other blankly, while Mortalian remained silent. Magnus and the brat realized what was going on, but Guilliman was still desperately trying to explain.

"I believe Guilliman is not that kind of person!"

"Second brother, when did you arrive?"

Seeing Mordred suddenly appear behind him, Guilliman was deeply moved and immediately poured out his grievances, recounting all the things he had experienced over the past two months.

When Magnus heard that Guilliman had issued an extermination order against Olympia to avenge his best friend, he immediately thought that Guilliman was a man worth getting along with.

"Aren't you afraid that Peturabo will come after you later?"

"Don't worry, I dropped a virus bomb. The planet can be cleaned up and reused. Peturabo will definitely understand me."

It's hard to say. Mordred knows what kind of personality the little girl has. Guilliman will definitely not be able to get away with this without spitting some blood.

"Alright, stop arguing about the nine-hour support. We're all brothers here. I told you to install the Divine Seal Terminal a long time ago, but you guys just didn't take it seriously. Guilliman, you... never mind, you wouldn't understand anyway. Let's just leave it at that and keep it up."

“Indeed!” Magnus, a muscular man, patted Guilliman on the shoulder. As a true psionic big guy, Magnus saw things more clearly than Mordred.

In terms of pure psionic potential, Guilliman, though not as good as him, could still rival Mortalian. If the 20 Space Marine legions were ranked according to the number of psionicists, the Sons of the Emperor and the Fist of the Empire would definitely be psionic weak points.

The Ultramarines are at least in the middle tier, with a large number of psionicists within the Legion. On the contrary, you, the Primarch, can't use any psionic abilities at all, you're a complete novice, yet you insist that it's a superpower resulting from genetic mutation.

Please, Mordred told him that you encountered the Chaos attack while searching for Angron, and that you even fought the Primarch. Now you've completely forgotten everything. You truly are a psionic Muggle.

Mortalian, on the other hand, thought Guilliman was alright. He believed in numerology and disliked that kind of nonsensical psychic magic.

Guilliman felt that a thick barrier had separated him from his brothers. They were all the same, and they believed in the truth of the Empire, so why couldn't he understand what they were saying?

The four vendors also want to know: why won't you answer our harassing phone calls after we've been calling you for so long? Are you deaf or blind?
But Guilliman soon had to stop wallowing in self-pity, because a message in interstellar language from Holy Terra was sent to everyone:
"The Solar Starfield has been attacked. Traces of the Orc homeworld of Ulanor have been discovered. Come to our aid immediately."

Meanwhile, not only the Silent Foundations, the Midnight Lords, the Salamanders, the Emperor's Sons, the Space Wolves, and the Dark Angels, but almost every legion that had finished clearing out the surrounding green-skinned aliens received a request for support from Holy Terra. Even Perturabo, who was still crying his eyes out in Olympia while clutching the ashes, received the message, along with the added note that Kelifenne was safe and sound.

Without much thought, after battling the green-skinned orcs, everyone understood that these aliens had to be eradicated completely, and they absolutely could not be allowed to recover.

Nearly two months was enough time for the Imperial forces to return to the interior. Faced with the overwhelming human fleet, the orcs witnessed for the first time what true human wave tactics were.

They were caught completely off guard; otherwise, the green-skinned orcs could never have inflicted such losses on the Empire, which was at the peak of the Great Crusade.

However, in reality, the losses were not as great as those caused by the Randan aliens. The worst off were the Iron Warriors, who were the first to face the Green Tide because they were close to the Galactic Heart, and in the end, Guilliman burned down their home base.

With the endless support of the Ultramarines, nearly 30 Space Marines marched triumphantly towards the outskirts of Nicaea to aid the Night Lord.

Upon arriving in Nicaea, the Four of the Seven discovered that the Emperor's Son and the Salamander were also there. Including Forgrim, Coz, and Vulcan, the group grew again, becoming the Seven of the Seven.

They asked each other and found out that the three of them had also received a request for help from Old Man Huang.

Even so, no one thought much of it. Instead, they believed that the frontline soldiers were in dire need of help and needed to be supported as soon as possible.

But once they entered the Sun Starfield, they discovered that it wasn't like that at all; the green-skinned orcs of the entire Sun Starfield had long been wiped out by the Shadowmoon Wolves.

An indescribable eeriness permeated the Primarchs, reaching its peak when the world known as Ulanor came into view.

As if it had been planned in advance, when everyone arrived in Ulanno, the Dark Angels, the World Eaters, and even the Space Wolves, three legions that were very different from Ulanno, also arrived at the same time.

By this point, almost everyone had guessed the general idea, except for Zhuang Sen, the true barbarian, who still couldn't figure it out.

Sure enough, when the expeditionary force arrived in Ulanor to launch a counterattack against the orcs, they saw the Shadowmoon Wolves locked in fierce combat with the green-skinned orcs.

With things having come to this, what else could be done? After all, they were green-skinned orcs, and they had to be killed. However, many legions started to slack off and tacitly handed over the main battlefield to the Shadowmoon Wolves.

Even so, that damn weasel always manages to come up with something new.

As the battlefield gradually advanced, a colossal orc nearly 12 meters tall appeared before everyone's eyes, fighting against the Emperor.

Our Lord of Man, who can compress stars with his powerful spiritual energy, turning them into small balls, and who can fight Queen Randan in the void, tearing the earth apart with every move and standing up to the kobolds without flinching, was actually being choked and was about to suffocate to death.

"Children, come and save me!"

(End of this chapter)