Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

This would likely cause them to miss their own Primarch.

Even if the Primarch will return sooner or later, the symbolic meaning of letting others find the Primarch and finding the Primarch yourself is completely different!

Even if the Emperor himself retrieved the Primarch, it would be worse for the Seventh Legion to personally welcome back their own Gene-Father.

Until now, this honor has been held exclusively by the XII Legion.

When the Primarchs of all other legions returned, they all set out for their home planets at the Emperor's call.

This is also the fundamental reason why they are looking for Sigismund.

No one knows where the Primarch is, and locating him in the vast sea of ​​stars is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

They were equally clueless and afraid that their misjudgment would lead to big mistakes.

If the next returning Primarch had not belonged to the VII Legion, they might not have been in such a dilemma.

It was precisely because they were certain that the Primarch's return was imminent that they hesitated.

In this case, it would be better to give the choice to Sigismund, who was designated by the two Primarchs.

If you make the right choice, everyone will be happy, and even if you make the wrong choice, the result will not be worse.

Sigismund did not have to bear any responsibility for this. If anyone was to blame, it was those who believed in numerology.

The two Primarchs only gave suggestions and did not promise that it would be successful.

Sigismund: "I need detailed intelligence on these worlds."

Appius shook his head, "No, the intelligence will affect your judgment."

If we rely on intelligence judgment, why let Sigismund make the decision?

What they needed was not analysis but Sigismund's intuition.

Only if he knows nothing about these worlds will his choices not be disturbed.

"Let's take this one." Sigismund pointed casually.

He could only roughly determine that this world was located in the Taiping star region.

It doesn’t matter if he points to the wrong thing, he is not responsible anyway.

Appius lowered his head to examine the Thinker terminal. "This is an agricultural world, located in the Invit Cluster in the Pacific Sector."

The Legion Commander frowned. "It's just an agricultural world. The 7741st Expeditionary Fleet failed to conquer it?"

Appius: "The 7741st Expeditionary Fleet discovered it a month ago. It belongs to a larger pocket empire. However, due to the recent full-scale invasion of the orcs on this world, it was abandoned by its empire."

"The 7741st Expeditionary Fleet has been calling in frequently. They seem to suspect this group of orcs belongs to a vast orc empire."

The pocket empire has its limitations after all, and its military power cannot be compared with that of the human empire.

However, the value that an agricultural world can produce is extremely low, and the cost of fighting against orcs for such a world is too high.

It would be cruel to abandon it, but it would be wise.

Legion Commander: "How is the battle going?"

"The 7741st Expeditionary Fleet is currently assisting the local defenders in building a defense line and evacuating local residents. However, due to the fleet's size, they can only hold out for another month at most."

The Empire possesses tens of thousands of expeditionary fleets, and the sizes of different fleets vary greatly.

The main expeditionary fleet can often assemble hundreds of battleships, while the secondary expeditionary fleet often only has a few battleships.

The Empire's expeditionary fleets number in the tens of thousands, of which the secondary expeditionary fleets are ten times the number of the main expeditionary fleets. They are the vanguard force of the Great Crusade, and their core mission is to explore the unknown world.

If the enemy encountered can be easily suppressed, the fleet will autonomously occupy or colonize.

If you encounter an enemy that is difficult to defeat, immediately ask for help from other fleets in nearby star fields through encrypted star language.

At the same time, try to maintain minimum blockade and reconnaissance until the main fleet arrives.

Otherwise, if the Great Crusade relied solely on the main fleet of the Space Marine Legion, the efficiency would be too low.

The 7741st Expeditionary Fleet also had a standard small fleet configuration, consisting of only five light cruisers and 120,000 mortal auxiliary ground forces.

This configuration is sufficient to suppress technologically backward and barbaric worlds, or to conquer independent human colonies that have lost contact with other worlds.

However, when they faced the Orks, who were able to invade other worlds across galaxies, the fleet was stretched to its limits.

The Seventh Legion happens to have extensive experience in combating Orks. These ubiquitous Orks are often the main enemy of the Imperial Expeditionary Fleet, more numerous than all other alien species combined.

Based on the combat records of the 7741st Expeditionary Fleet, the Seventh Legion was also able to make a preliminary assessment of the size of this orc force.

Orcs capable of interstellar travel must have a Warboss who rules them, but since the mortal auxiliary army was able to resist it for more than a month, it means that the size of this orc army did not form an overwhelming advantage, but was just a small-scale beast tide.

But even small groups of orcs must be eliminated this morning.

If left unchecked, these endless orcs will rapidly multiply and grow, causing fatal harm to the surrounding human world.

If there is an orc empire behind this group of orcs, we must destroy them!

The Legion Commander stood solemnly and gave the order in a deep voice, "Issue combat orders to all Legionnaires. The Third Fleet muster at full speed towards Mandeville Point. Have the Astropathic Choir respond to the 7741st Expeditionary Fleet. The Third Fleet has responded to the request for assistance and will arrive within twenty-three standard Terran days."

The Legion Master pounded his right fist on his breastplate. "For the Primarch!"

"For the Primarch!"

The legion leaders responded in unison, but Sigismon was the only one who felt uneasy while saluting. What if he made the wrong choice?

……

"Has the Empire responded to our astropathic call for assistance?"

Lord Commander Eugene Love stood at the bridge window, gazing at the war-torn planet in the deep sky.

The expeditionary fleet was too small and was stretched thin in the face of the orcs' huge fleet.

To avoid unnecessary casualties, he ordered the fleet to adopt flexible guerrilla tactics.

Only when receiving an urgent request for assistance from ground forces will the fleet briefly penetrate the planet's orbit and use precise orbital bombardment on the assembled Orks to slow down their offensive rhythm.

The adjutant stepped forward quickly. "Three small expeditionary fleets have responded to our call. They are expected to reach Reach within 15 standard Terran days at the earliest."

Love didn't move his eyes away from the observation window. "Keep calling."

The adjutant asked hesitantly, "My Lord, the Astropathic Choir has suffered casualties. Should we hold off on calling out?"

"This is just a small-scale Orc force. The existing reinforcements are enough to annihilate the Orc fleet currently in orbit."

Love shook his head. "It's not that simple. Reach is a border outpost of the Invert Empire. Even we can easily deal with the orcs. Why would the Invert Empire give up so easily?"

"Perhaps the Invert Empire is actually very weak?"

Luo Fu: "A civilization that can build a pocket empire may be stupid, conservative, and brutal, but it will never be weak!"

"Based on my experience, perhaps there was a rebellion in the Inverte Empire, forcing them to shrink their defenses and abandon Reach."

"A more reasonable explanation is that the Inverte Empire foresaw a greater threat."

"The intelligence sent back by the auxiliary army also confirms my judgment. The overall level of armament of this orc group far exceeds the standard for its size. This shows that they are likely a branch of a large orc empire."

The adjutant's expression suddenly changed. "Are you saying there might be a large orc empire nearby?"

"It's very likely." Love's voice deepened. "The Invert Empire is probably worried that if they send support to Reach, the Orcs will likely follow the clues and find their core world."

"An agricultural world is not worth risking the entire empire. It is indeed wise to cut off one's own arm."

The adjutant's Adam's apple rolled. "If there really is an Orc Empire nearby, our current situation is extremely dangerous. These Orcs have likely already called for support from the Orc Empire, and the alien reinforcements may arrive before the Empire!"

Love sighed, "That's why we must call for support from the main fleet as soon as possible."

Star language communication has great limitations, and the content that can be transmitted depends entirely on the level of the astropath.

The astropathic choirs of the small fleet were of very low quality, and the information they could convey was very limited.

Love could only use constant calls to remind the Empire of the danger here.

Although from a tactical point of view, evacuating the entire fleet at this moment is the safest option, they can avoid possible risks in advance.

But wasn't the Empire's mission in launching the Great Crusade to save those lost human colonies?

Now that the expeditionary fleet has set foot on this land, we must never give up easily!

Moreover, the fleet had already sent a distress signal to friendly forces through astropathic communication, and received positive responses from the three expeditionary fleets.

If we evacuate hastily at this moment, we will not only disappoint the tens of millions of civilians on Reach, but also put the friendly forces who are unaware of the truth and come to support us into danger.

Love: "Tell the ground commander to continue to hold the position."

"As I said before, hold on firmly, there will be a way!"

"At the same time, order the patrol fleet to maintain maximum alert. If any signs of orc reinforcements are detected, immediately activate the emergency plan."

Chapter 209: Welfare delivered to your door (5K)

"Orcs." Dorn tapped his fingers on the metal table. "How long has it been?"

Lann immediately responded: "At least 43 standard Terran days, my lord."

Dawn fell silent, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Reach, this unfortunate world is now being ravaged by the green-skinned orcs.

At that time, the Invert Empire was concentrating its forces to suppress the rebellion of Krobus and had no time to take care of this remote agricultural world.

The strategic value of a hive world is obviously far greater than that of an agricultural world.

43 days later, Reach might have already fallen to the orcs. Even if they rushed to rescue it now, it would be too late.

The Primarch's gaze swept across the magnificent front deck of the Phalanx, where large transport ships were sending hundreds of thousands of crew members and scientific researchers aboard.

Every inch of this giant ship tells the story of mankind's ancient glorious history, and its technological content far exceeds the boundaries of what humans can imagine today.

Dorn had a hunch that even if he restarted the Phalanx, it would be difficult to uncover all of its secrets.

Wop: "How long will it take to repair the Phalanx?"

Dawn shook his head slightly, "At least a few years."

The Phalanx is so huge that it might take months just to circle it.

Even with the Primarch's personal supervision, even if he could put aside those compartments that were not temporarily used and give priority to repairing the energy and weapon systems, the time required would still be measured in years.

Dorn said in a low voice, "Father, you are right. The threat of orcs may spread to the entire Inverte Empire!"

This terrible prophecy is becoming a reality.

Reach is likely just the beginning of the disaster, the first wave of the green tide sweeping across the Invit Cluster.

What is even more worrying is that if the repair work on the Phalanx cannot be completed before the orcs invade in large numbers... Dorn dare not imagine what the consequences will be.

But even if this magnificent structure is reborn, can they really hold it against an all-out attack from an Orc Empire?

This thought weighed on Dorn's heart like a heavy rock.

Dorn looked out the porthole at the dark void, where perhaps countless bloodthirsty greenskins were lurking, waiting to drag the entire empire into war.

Wop: "Then we can only adopt a delaying tactic and fight a war of attrition with the orcs."

"We must send a fleet to aid Reach. If this is just a small-scale Orc fleet, we must destroy it as soon as possible."

"If it is the vanguard of the Orc Empire, then we will transform this border world into the main battlefield against the Orcs, forcing the Orcs to continue to send larger-scale green tides into this world."

Although a fight of attrition with the orcs is a bad idea, the greenskins' behavior patterns are difficult to predict. They may not deploy troops to Reach as Wop expected, but may directly invade the entire Invert Cluster.

But until the Phalanx is repaired, this is the only viable option for protecting Invert and the other Core Worlds.

This would at least buy time for other worlds to prepare.

Wop's suggestion is just talk, and how it will be implemented depends on Dorn's arrangements.

However, if the invading force is indeed the Orc Empire, even if the Phalanx completes emergency repairs, it may be difficult to withstand the full-scale invasion of the Green Tide.

At that point, you’ll have to make tough decisions even with excess.

That is, give up Invit, and all the worlds in the Invit cluster, and use the Phalanx as a base to find a new home in the galaxy.

Wop sighed softly, "It's a pity we don't have any orc reinforcements."

"Orcs? Reinforcements?"

A rare look of confusion crossed Dorn's hard face. "Father, don't you think the combination of these two words is inherently contradictory?"

Wop: "Don't you believe it? There are orcs in 40K who believe in the Emperor!"