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Orfeo was not only the regent of Amatra, he was also a great commander who knew how to use news to inspire people and awaken the fighting spirit in the hearts of soldiers and civilians.

The enemy is much stronger than you, so if you want to hold on or even win, you will definitely need willpower to offset the gap. If your soldiers are demoralized, the situation will be even worse.

After this impromptu global speech, inspired by the spirit of Sestes, the people of the entire planet fell into a spontaneous state of war preparedness.

People became fanatical and rational, abandoned their fantasies and prepared to rebel.

They realized that when war comes, no one can stay out of it, whether you are a noble, a commoner, or even a wandering merchant passing by for supplies.

The traitors will kill everyone equally. This is the common outcome for everyone.

Even though the archons have repeatedly emphasized that Amatra's war supplies are unprecedentedly abundant, transport ships from the Five Hundred Worlds are transporting supplies to this galaxy at all times, at all costs.

Due to the influence of the subspace storm, most of the transport ships that arrived were traveling at sub-light speeds. Even so, many ships were still affected by the impact of the storm in the real universe.

Sailing has become an extremely risky thing, but even so, more and more people are coming, bringing supplies and support from other planets.

At this moment, the asteroids and satellites in the Amatra galaxy are equipped with a large number of ground-based macro cannons and light spears.

Countless permanent fortifications covered the original human buildings. The people of Amatra especially loved bathing, so there were magnificent and beautiful public baths everywhere. This was part of the culture of this planet, but now they had all given way to war.

“But the enthusiasm of the people cannot be let down. The people of Amatra who voluntarily participate in the militia reserve training must be commended. We must firmly hold on to Amatra.

This planet is too crucial. The foundries and recruit training bases here are very large and complex. As long as Amatra exists, the XIII Legion will be able to produce new Astartes blood at a speed far exceeding that of other legions."

The Regent of Amatra is well aware of the burden on his shoulders. The Ultramarines are currently carrying out an intensive recruitment operation. Guilliman must restore the Ultramarines as quickly as possible and heal the trauma they suffered on Calth.

"My lord, Captain Bloom has again suggested mobilizing more soldiers from the company to form an assault force. He believes that since Captain Sesterce was able to sink the Furious Abyss by boarding, we can definitely replicate this feat. He wants to take the lead in joining the boarding force and requests your approval."

The adjutant reported Captain Bloom's request, this was the fourth time.

"Rejected. I don't agree with his plan."

Orfeo was busy reviewing documents. Beside him, there were documents waiting to be processed piled up to the ceiling, and the robot servants were transporting more requests and documents here.

"What we need to do is hold Amatra, using the terrain, planetary defenses, and ground-based weapon arrays here. We are at a huge disadvantage in terms of space navy.

Bloom lost his mind, and Sestes was a miracle in desperate situations. He took advantage of the opportunity when the Furious Abyss was alone and was resupplied in the system, and the enemy will never give such an opportunity again. "

The Regent paused with his quill as he completed the transfer of the Ultramarines reinforcements.

The Primarch sent another 1000 Ultramarines to Amatra as reinforcements. Together with the original 3000 Astartes, more than 4000 Space Marines were concentrated on one military world.

Among these warriors, about 500 of them changed into adamantium armor, while the Terminator armor made of the rarest strong interaction force material was used to replace his honor guard. It is believed that they will get a big surprise when fighting in close combat with the World Eaters and the Word Bearers.

But even so, facing the enemy forces numbering in the tens of thousands, Amatra's Space Marines were still too few. Orfeo had to make good use of every soldier, as any waste would be fatal.

He had a premonition that Amatra would face an absolute main siege by the enemy. No qualified strategist would ignore the normal operation of such an important planet. The effect of destroying this military world would far exceed the destruction of dozens of inhabited worlds.

"The flagship of the Word Bearers, the flagship of the World Eaters, and at least one, maybe two, Abyssal Fury-class battleships... while our navy only has a few battleships and cruisers."

The Regent sighed and picked up a document signed by the Primarch himself.

"This is?"

Orfeo's eyes lit up. Among the equipment sent from Macragge this time, there was actually a miniature spaceship that was only seventy or eighty meters long. Its bow was equipped with some kind of fragmentation ray that could easily split and cut into pieces metal bodies in space.

But judging from its appearance and design, this is actually an industrial ship, right?

A thought just flashed through the commander's mind, and then he no longer cared what they were originally doing, but now, they will be a dangerous wolf pack.

At Guilliman's request, Roche modified the mining ship, increasing its fission ray intensity and engine output, while also greatly reducing its size and tonnage.

Its antimatter furnace can quickly accelerate it to jump speed, which also means that such a ship can be transformed into a manually guided fragmentation warhead when necessary.

Of course, its armor and damage-bearing capacity are extremely fragile, and I'm afraid a cruiser's lance can destroy this little guy.

It has a mature intelligent system and automated operation module, and only a few experienced pilots are needed to fly such a micro-spacecraft.

"Find me a group of pilots who can fly Thunderhawk gunboats and Thunderbolt and Barracuda fighters. Remember to tell them how dangerous these ships are, and then ask them if they are willing to operate these new weapons."

The adjutant was stunned for a moment, then laughed frankly.

"All Space Marines and mortal soldiers have already sworn an oath to the Emperor. We have already put life and death aside. If we die in the same way, we hope to die in a more valuable way and drag more traitors to hell."

After processing a batch of expedited documents, Orfeo stood up and walked to the courtyard outside the office to relax. A team of victorious soldiers who had changed into strong interaction force armor were stationed nearby, following the regent closely.

Suddenly, Orfeo felt a pain on his forehead, and a psychic storm spread in the Astropath's quiet room not far away. The Regent drew his sword and immediately led his men over.

"what happened!"

In the quiet room, several Astropaths belonging to the Extreme Marines were kneeling on the ground, covering their heads in pain and muttering words of fear.

"Subspace, massive subspace reaction! We can't communicate with the outside world through astropathic communication! Ahhh!"

Sharp screams continued to echo. These astropaths who were extremely sensitive to psychic energy were obviously affected by something that was approaching.

Orfeo took a deep breath, his expression calm, and gave orders in a calm voice.

"They are here. Notify all troops to enter combat status according to the exercise plan."

The shrill alarm sounded quickly, and everyone realized that the real war had arrived.

Chapter 54 Rebels Attack

The edge of the Amatra system.

A large number of spots of different colors suddenly appeared in Mandeville. The space was constantly distorting. The power from the non-material world tore open the shackles of the curtain, and an unprecedentedly huge subspace tunnel appeared in the cold void.

Almost in the blink of an eye, battleships and cruisers leapt back to the real universe. They swarmed out from Mandeville Point, followed by extremely huge and terrifying warships.

Two huge trident-shaped metal structures with a length of about 35 kilometers slowly squeezed out of the subspace.

The surrounding small warships kept a safe distance from the two behemoths to avoid being pulled over by the huge mass effect and smashed into a ball of flaming scrap metal.

The two sister ships of the Abyss Fury, the Trinitarian Prayer and the Blessed Lady, finally arrived in the Amatra galaxy. They are slightly different in appearance, but have one thing in common: their combat power surpasses that of the Queen of Glory-class battleships.

This unprecedented huge warship is not even suitable to be described as a sharp spear or a sharp blade. It is more like a trident-shaped floating fortress.

The jagged structure in the middle wraps around its core, and the large number of plasma engines spread across the tail continue to converge from the stern to the bow.

The warship's pointed bow was large enough to rival the entirety of a smaller ship, and its flanks were dotted with laser cannon arrays and deep holes for macro cannons, ready to launch deadly attacks at any time.

It is a malevolent entity fashioned from steel, born to bring destruction and death to its enemies.

Following these two ships of destruction came the Word Bearers' Queen of Glory-class ship, Truth's Ruler, and the World Eaters' Conqueror. These two ships also looked very small in front of the Abyssal Fury-class ships, but they were also the most terrifying weapons.

As expected, the rebels would never let Amatra go. Most of their fleets were on their way, and they made no effort to conceal their assembly movements.

This is extremely arrogant and conceited. The rebel army formed by the Word Bearers and the World Eaters has no worries about being attacked. This is an absolute gap in strength.

Led by two Deep Fury-class battleships, hundreds of warships formed a formation and advanced towards the planet Amatra.

Such a huge commotion naturally immediately triggered the highest alert of the Amatra defense system. The asteroid defense circles and star fortresses distributed on the edge of the star immediately locked onto the target and opened fire. The long-accumulated anger began to be released towards the traitors who were gathering.

The weapons array was firing at full capacity, and within three seconds of spotting the enemy, wave after wave of barrages were screaming out, each of them more powerful than Calth's orbital weapons system.

Guilliman transported a large number of defense systems to Amatra, setting traps to kill as many rebels as possible.

Physical ammunition and energy weapons from the light spear array crisscrossed to form a dazzling defensive network that flickered in the dark void.

From time to time, the rebel warships were hit in vital parts by huge ground-based anti-aircraft guns, and the flames from the instantaneous explosion of the reactor could even illuminate the night sky.

However, as the Trinitarian and the Blessed Lady advanced, the guns designed to deal with ordinary ships were much less effective.

The void shields of these two warships were unprecedentedly thick, and they were still in good condition an hour after launching the attack.

In space naval battles, without overloading the void shield, there is no way to penetrate physical armor.

The weapon systems of the two giant battleships also began to fight back. The bombardment of macro cannons and the array of light spears destroyed the floating star fortresses. The power of the weapons they carried exceeded the main weapons of the Queen of Glory-class battleships. At this moment, the terrifying firepower was launched on the defense line of the loyalists.

The space was littered with scattered metal debris, and human corpses were frozen into ice sculptures in the extreme cold, turning into countless fragments in fragile collisions.

The Imperial fleet launched a desperate charge while the enemy was busy dealing with the hard-to-move void fortresses and star fort systems.

The only dozens of warships in the Amatra system formed a fleet, and they overloaded their engine output in order to increase the hit rate of macro cannons and torpedoes within a closer firing range.

The fearless warriors even took the initiative to reduce the speed of the warship after a round of extreme output. At the same time, the scanning array aimed at the two Abyss Fury-class warships and rushed to crash into their void shields at the risk of their lives.

All the captains understood that it was impossible for them to escape from the rebels by ship, not to mention that they had never thought of running away.

Nothing more than death.

The concentrated fire finally caused the enemy's void shield to overload and fluctuate. On the spine of the Blessed Lady, a magnificent blasphemous church burst into flames. Those were the marks of the attack from the light spears. Thousands of cultists wailed as they were engulfed in flames.

The high pressure inside the ship caused flames to continue to pour out, but the Lady Blessed did not hesitate at all. She continued to break through the defenses of the Extreme Marines with only minor injuries.

Its size allows it to completely ignore some injuries that are as itchy as it is painful.

Some cultists died in the flames. The raging flames and extremely high temperatures caused by the collision of the light spears and the metal were enough to evaporate most of the flesh and blood life.

The remaining believers fanatically ignored the death of their companions and even regarded it as a wonderful sacrifice. They chanted the name of Great Word Bearer Lorgar, read aloud the holy words written by the Primarch, and prayed to the great existence in the High Heaven.

Lines of defense were shattered in the face of the enemy's irresistible force. Countless soldiers fought bravely until the last moment, until their warships or fortifications were blown apart by enemy fire and then completely crushed by the steel hull.

Lorgar stood on the flagship, the scepter in his hand pointing at the fully armed Amatra.

"Warriors, take this planet for me. It will become the best sacrifice for the gods. The destructive storm set off by the great existence will be completely fixed because of this sacrifice. For the original truth!"

The shadowy voice of the Hand of Fate, High Priest of the Word Bearers, echoed in the Primarch's ears.

"Let the World Eaters take over this planet. Meaningless slaughter does not please the Chaos Gods. We need blood, bones, and endless suffering as sacrifices!"

"The souls on this planet are of sufficient quality that the gods will be pleased with this sacrifice, my lord."

The Primarch's eyes were filled with chaotic light, but on the other side of him, the seat that belonged to his adoptive father Kor Phaeron was empty.

Erebus looked at the vacant seat with pride. The troublesome Kor Phaeron died in Calth, and he no longer had to spend energy dealing with that annoying old man.

In the entire Word Bearers Legion, Kor Phaeron is the only one who has the ability and ambition to pose a threat to Erebus. Although the opponent is not as insidious as Erebus, Kor Phaeron holds a unique position in the Primarch's heart.

A large part of Lorgar Aurelion's worldview was shaped by Kor Phaeron.

Amatra's defense lines were destroyed, and the enemy's huge warships had already landed in the planet's low-Earth orbit.

On the surface of the planet, huge void shields stand tall. They are enough to withstand the relentless bombardment from orbit and prevent destruction from coming.

But this was exactly what the traitors had expected, and destroying Amatra by orbital bombardment was not a priority either in terms of time or ritual.

There were many growths on the surface of each plane, and the hideous and terrifying Terror Claw drop pods fell from the sky, and the dazzling flames were as numerous as a meteor shower.

These drop pods carry at least a squadron of Space Marines, and few anti-aircraft weapons are capable of shooting down these giants that are so fast that they are difficult to capture.