Warhammer begins in 2026

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The cold, steady, and utterly calm command boomed through the global communication link, traversing millions of miles of void, and reaching the ears of every warship, every Titan, and every Space Marine.

The human war machine, which had been silent for a moment, suddenly erupted with a raging fury that could crush the starry sea.

The first battle was the Void War.

The human race's three-tiered, three-dimensional fleet formation opened fire simultaneously. Thousands of battleship cannons roared in unison, plasma torrents converged into a golden tide of light spanning the stars, annihilation bombs tore through the darkness, and a dense barrage of armor-piercing shells poured forth. The once pitch-black and desolate Shattered Star Trek starfield was instantly illuminated by billions of cannon shots, as bright as day.

The orc fleet opposite them was caught off guard. Tens of thousands of crudely made green-skinned warships, rams, and demolition boats roared and charged forward. They had no formation whatsoever, relying solely on their savage bravery to create a massive tidal wave. Their hulls were covered with scrap metal armor, homemade rocket launchers, and ramming spikes, attempting to crush everything with their sheer numbers.

But faced with the Empire's well-organized, precise, and overwhelmingly superior fleet firepower, the Greenskins' barbaric charge was tantamount to suicide.

The first salvo of orbital missiles rained down, instantly reducing the first thousand orcish ramming ships to a shower of scrap metal. Out-of-control engines erupted in bursts of dark green smoke, and the shattered hulls tumbled, fell, and disintegrated in the void. The roars of the green-skinned captains, the howls of the orcish lads, and the deafening explosions mingled together, yet they could not halt the steady advance of the human fleet's steel tide.

The escort fleet moved at high speed, hunting down any small demolition boats that slipped through the net, and using close-range machine guns to clear out the boarding orcs; cruisers pinpointed and targeted enemy large gunboats and floating fortresses; battleships continuously charged up their power, unleashing repeated barrages of bombardment, completely dismantling the orcs' outer void defenses. In just a few hours, the orcs' void fleet, painstakingly pieced together over several years, was more than half destroyed, with the remaining ships fleeing in panic towards the planet's atmosphere.

With the void battle decided and the outer void greenskin fleet completely annihilated, Huang Feng immediately finalized the decisive battle tactic of clearing out the enemy layer by layer—first sweeping away the outer stars, then crushing the core main star, eliminating any survivors, and completely eradicating the foundation of the orc empire.

Scattered across the entire Shattered Star Trek region are more than a dozen outer colony planets, resource mining planets, and military outposts inhabited by the Orcs. Each one is garrisoned by Orcs, equipped with heavy artillery, and stockpiled with military supplies, forming the outer barrier protecting the Orc Empire's main planet. Outside the atmosphere, tens of thousands of drop pods, airdropped mechs, and landing assault ships simultaneously detached from the fleet and rained down on the various outer planets like a meteor shower. The steel torrents landed separately, and the three main legions each performed their duties, initiating a full-scale cleanup operation.

Outside the atmosphere, tens of thousands of drop pods, airdropped mechs, and landing assault ships simultaneously detached from the fleet, raining down like meteors on the dozen or so resource planets occupied by the orcs. Flames tore through the clouds, and torrents of steel crashed to the ground, as the three main legions instantly entered their respective battlefields.

The Sixth Legion was the first to land, its heavily armored formations firmly rooted in the planet's surface.

Densely packed Space Marines formed an unbroken steel line, their heavy power armor firmly planted on the ground, forward force field shields fully deployed, and a pale blue barrier enveloped the entire frontline battlefield. Fixed heavy cannons, thermal arrays, and automated turrets opened fire at full speed, unleashing a furious barrage of fire against the surging tide of billions of Orc lads.

The green-skinned crowd stretched as far as the eye could see. Short, stocky green-skinned warriors, wielding crude guns, machetes, and incendiary bombs, roared as they charged forward in waves. Behind them, giant orc thugs, iron-clad mechs, and four-legged beasts shattered the earth, causing it to rumble and tremble.

But the Sixth Legion's position remained as solid as a rock. Barrages rained down on the charging Orkkin hordes, molten weapons scorched and pierced the poor armor of the metal mechs, and concussion cannons blasted through swathes of flesh. No matter how frenzied the Orkkin charge, no matter how thick the piles of corpses, the human lines did not retreat an inch, stubbornly pinning the boundless human tide to the front lines and annihilating it completely. Mountains of corpses rose, the dark green blood of the Ork soaked the parched earth, and the savage waves of charge crashed against the steel fortress time and again.

Just as the enemy's main force was being held back on the main battlefield, the Fifth Army's high-speed assault group completed a flanking maneuver.

Countless assault soldiers equipped with jetpacks soared into the air, advancing at low altitude and high speed. Fighter formations tore through the clouds, launching precise airstrikes on the orc rear camps, open-air armories, supply depots, and artillery positions. The orcs' rear supply lines were instantly severed, the forging workshops that worked day and night collapsed with a deafening roar, and stockpiled ammunition, fuel, and ordnance exploded in a chain reaction, with towering flames engulfing the entire rear wasteland.

The Fifth Legion warriors roamed the battlefield, cutting off scattered battle groups, hunting down fleeing remnants, and precisely beheading enemy rank-and-file warlords. They completely tore the originally chaotic orc battlefield, built on sheer numbers, into countless fragmented pieces, leaving the Greenskin army unable to coordinate its efforts and fall into utter chaos.

The most challenging and brutal positions on the battlefield were taken over by the Iron Hand of the Tenth Legion.

The Orc Empire's true trump card is its hundreds of giant, heavily armored mechs and mountain crushers, each tens of meters tall. These creatures are tough and powerful, capable of crushing conventional troops head-on, and form the core of the Orcs' arsenal.

The entire Iron Hand warrior crew activated their mechanical overload mode, fully enhancing their cybernetic enhancements, and locked onto each giant mech with precision heavy weapons. The anti-mech thermoelectric cannons roared into action, the high-temperature molten flow instantly melting through the inferior steel armor; concussion armor-piercing rounds precisely bombarded the mech joints, power cores, and ammunition magazines; squads coordinated pinpoint demolitions, dismantling the mechs' limbs at close range.

The Tenth Legion didn't engage in frenzied slaughter, but rather displayed extreme precision, calmness, and efficiency. Every shot hit its mark precisely, every charge struck at the heart of the enemy. They used machinery against savagery, precision against crudeness, relentlessly dismantling, crushing, and burning the Greenskins' prized heavy armored formations one by one. Dozens of colossal metal behemoths collapsed one after another, their tattered mechs spewing black smoke as they lay paralyzed on the battlefield, utterly rendered incapable of fighting.

When the three armies completely locked down the ground battle, the last weight that broke the camel's back fell to the ground with a thud.

On the Void Landing Platform, twelve Warlord Titans, six Raider Titans, and three Emperor Titans stepped onto the planet's surface.

A thousand-meter-tall steel behemoth blocked out the sunlight, its heavy footsteps cracking the earth and causing rock layers to collapse, freezing the smoke and fire of the entire battlefield. The prayers of the Mechanicus echoed in the void, and the Titan's main cannon was fully charged, a blinding white light converging at its muzzle.

The Emperor-class Titan's main cannon roared first, and an annihilation beam that stretched for several kilometers crashed down, directly obliterating the orcs' core megacity fortress. The entire mountain, fortress, underground fortifications, and the hidden ultimate warlord instantly vaporized and dissipated in the intense light, leaving not even a trace.

The Titan warrior, wielding a massive, molten blade, swept across the battlefield, crushing ruins, leveling trenches, and slaying the remaining giant orc warriors. Wherever it passed, nothing grew, and everything crumbled. The Raider Titan, shoulder-mounted with missile arrays, unleashed a high-density barrage of missiles, covering the entire remaining war zone and clearing every hiding place and every corner where enemy remained.

Where the Titans passed, nothing else lived.