The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Guard

The deafening explosion of the missile signaled the start of the decapitation strike.

Nearly a hundred Thunderhawk gunships swooped down, their weapons firing wildly at the green-skinned orcs in the landing area. In just a few breaths, all the orcs in the landing area were reduced to corpses.

Before the Thunderhawk had fully landed, still dozens of meters above the ground, the assault ramp opened, and the Space Marines leaped down.

The towering figure of the Lord of Fire Dragons stood before the crowd, wielding a warhammer, appearing exceptionally dazzling. His offspring followed closely behind, their chainsaw swords humming.

They were members of the Salamanders and other sub-groups, and upon receiving news of the Primarch's return, they rushed to send their available troops to pay homage and await the Primarch's orders.

Before them, the orc palace complex was clearly visible, and the orcs inside were gathering. They also sensed the coming of the final battle and gathered their strongest forces to prepare for a joyful fight.

"Prepare for the attack!" Vulcan's voice was deep.

He glanced one last time at the battle plan displayed inside his helmet. It was a simple tactic: a blood-red arrow pierced through the main entrance to the south of the palace, directly assaulting the temple.

The original body was no longer naked, but was wearing the "Fire Dragon Scale" armor, which was mainly red and green with gold trim.

This is a powerful suit of armor, which Elpis found in the armory deep within the palace. The sheer size of the armor makes it clear at a glance that it is a gift from the Emperor to Vulcan.

The elite warriors of the Salamanders surrounded the Primarch. They had inherited the Primarch's superior genes and were on average taller than other Space Marines.

"Live Vulcan!"

They roared furiously, their weapons poised to strike, chainsaws humming, and electric arcs crackling on their power swords and power hammers.

"Praise be to the Emperor, for He has revealed His will to us! Praise be to the Emperor. His will flows in our blood!" Bohemond exclaimed in praise.

The Supreme Marshal, completely disregarding the Primarch's glances at him, trembled with fervent faith, and his warriors echoed the praises of the Lord of Mankind, their faith transformed into the purest fighting spirit.

Elpis's golden figure stood in front, surrounded by three Astartes clad in Terminator armor. These were Loken and his two companions, who would have the privilege of fighting alongside the Primarch.

Beside Elpis were some blue-armored warriors, led by Andros and Hill.

Upon receiving the call from the Primarch and Elpis, they immediately took the lead, bringing a large number of warships, mortal troops, and Space Marines to provide support.

They were grateful for Elpis's help to their Primarch a thousand years ago, and despite the weakened defenses within Macragge, they came to their aid.

These descendants of Guilliman guard Elpis, just as they did a thousand years ago, protecting their Primarch in battle after battle.

"For the Emperor!"

As a deafening roar erupted from the Imperial positions, the decapitation operation began.

The Lord of Fire Dragons began his charge, crashing into the green tide first. The Primarch's steps did not falter in the slightest, his massive body advancing through the green tide with an unparalleled momentum.

Whether it was an ordinary orc boy or a strong orc standing four meters tall, all orcs struck by the Doomsday Tremor were crushed into a cloud of blood mist by this terrifying force.

The salamanders roared as they followed closely behind the Primarch, using him as their blade and deploying in assault formation. The outer warriors brandished their weapons, forming an impenetrable barrier; the inner warriors unleashed a barrage of explosives, precisely targeting and eliminating any threat that attempted to approach.

Elpis was also charging forward, his Moon Spear dancing in his hand, transforming into deadly light and shadow, killing any enemy that stood in his way.

"For Ruth and for the whole Father!"

That was the war howl of the space wolves, wielding chainsaw axes like a pack of wolves on the Fenris ice plains, cutting through the orcish lines with savage and efficient slaughter.

"For Macurag!"

This is the roar of the Ultramarines. Guilliman's sons provided the most support; they were disciplined, coordinated with each other, and maintained a tight formation, crushing the enemy like a sophisticated war machine.

"We shall not betray the blood of Saint Gilles!"

In the distance was the battlefield of the Holy Blood Angels. Their crimson armor stood out starkly against the green tide, and their eyes were filled with hatred for the aliens, determined to make these orcs feel the wrath of the archangels.

On the other side, the dark angels, clad in dark green armor, silently killed the orcs before them. Like their genetic fathers, they were taciturn, simply killing these hideous aliens.

In the rear, the Astral Army also demonstrated extremely high combat skills. The laser gun fire was continuous, and at the same time, they controlled the Leman Rustank and the petrified lizard cannons, blasting a gap in the green tide without much precise aiming.

Among them, the Legion of the Gifted from Earth is the most ferocious. Although they number only three thousand and are less than two meters tall on average, they are all equipped with standard human power armor, explosive guns, and chainsaw swords. On the battlefield, they fight the orcs in close combat like miniature Space Marines.

Within the Imperium, the Legion of the Blessed are known as the "Little Astartes" and are welcomed by many worlds and even some chapters.

The Mechanicus's intelligent control legions and guardians were also among them, providing continuous suppressive fire to quickly wipe out the orcs.

Four knight mechs, supported by the knight family, were deployed on the battlefield. They stood in the center of the army, constantly unleashing their fury on the orcs.

The orcs' resistance was far greater than expected; they continued to attack from all parts of the palace, roaring as they pounced on the Imperial forces, slowing down the Imperial advance.

Soon, a force of over a hundred elite soldiers, led by the Primarch, broke away from the main force and went directly into the palace, heading straight for the orc temple.

This was part of the plan; they were a decapitation squad whose primary mission was to kill wild beasts, and the other orcs in the palace were not their targets.

Gradually, the decapitation squad encountered their first problem upon entering the orc palace: a group of exceptionally tall orc chieftain's guards, clad in full-body heavy armor, blocked their path. Only their ferocious heads were visible, radiating a savage fighting spirit.

For the first time, the Primarch halted its charge and regrouped. The two sides faced each other, and at the height of their fighting spirit, they clashed.

The Primarch wielded his warhammer, each strike severely wounding an Orc guard; Elpis's spear thrust forth, each time piercing the enemy's skull with pinpoint accuracy; the Astartes cooperated, working together to withstand the Orc guards' repeated assaults.

When the last orc guard collapsed to the ground with a desperate roar, the others finally had a moment to catch their breath and observe their surroundings.

The Lord of Fire Dragons shook his warhammer, scattering bits of meat from it.

He looked up at the huge yet simple temple gate.