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

Not only that, but he is also extremely loyal.

They took the initiative to go to the Imperial Monastery to debate with the nuns and presented delicious mushrooms as a sacrifice to the Emperor.

Where can I find an orc like this?

Dawn: "But now it's 30K."

"makes sense."

Although orcs look big and strong, they are all smart at heart.

They have a true bloodline inheritance, and a large amount of technical knowledge and learning modules are pre-programmed in their genes.

The shabby technology they use is not creation or imitation, but the exploration of their own knowledge. When the orcs have an itch, they can really grow brains.

My power of thought adds a metaphysical element, allowing orcs to replace precision parts with a pile of junk.

If there were orcs to help, they could indeed significantly shorten the time required for repairs by tinkering with the Phalanx, but the price would be that the Phalanx would most likely become a junk spaceship with orc characteristics.

Dorn turned to Lann and gave a solemn order, "Assemble the Second and Third Fleets immediately. Ensure all warships complete their combat readiness inspections. Logistical supplies must be fully prepared within 24 standard hours."

"In 24 standard hours, the fleet must set out to aid Reach."

"Although the 43-day delay has exacerbated the situation, we cannot allow the orcs to wreak havoc on the Empire's borders."

"Order all shipyards to suspend all civilian shipbuilding and focus resources on replenishing escort vessels for the defense fleet."

"The First Fleet remains in Invit and guards the Phalanx at all costs."

"The repair work on the Phalanx must be absolutely guaranteed, and any enemy that threatens the space fortress must be eliminated immediately."

"Add the 15th to 21st Invert Phalanx Regiments to the Phalanx. We must prepare for the worst."

"The courier ship is on standby near Mandeville Point at all times. If an orc invasion occurs, it will immediately jump to Reach."

The First to Third Fleets are the main fleets of the Invert Empire, with a total of 137 cruisers over three kilometers in length and a large number of escort ships.

Before the emergency repairs to the Phalanx were completed, these 137 warships were the last line of defense protecting the entire Invit cluster.

Dorn had no choice but to set the main battlefield on Reach, which was better than letting the war spread to Invert.

But if Inverte were to be invaded by orcs, Dorn would not hesitate to abandon the defense of Reach.

However, soon after the assembly order was issued, the deep space early warning auspicious instrument suddenly issued a terrifying warning.

There was a hint of stiffness in Lann's voice: "My Lord, an unknown fleet has been detected forcibly breaking through Invert's outer defenses!"

Dorn: "Scale?"

"Single ship signal, twelve kilometers in length, energy readings reaching battleship standards!"

"Transferring scan signature to tactical screen."

On the tactical holographic platform, the auspicious scanning data was quickly reconstructed into a three-dimensional projection of an unfamiliar warship.

Dorn: "Father, could it be the expeditionary fleet of the Human Empire?"

Wop shook his head slowly. "The possibility is very low. The Empire does not have this type of ship!"

The design language of Imperial ships is very unique, and they are basically regular geometric structures, which makes it difficult to recognize them.

The structure of this ship is similar to that of the Eldar's Craft World, but it is too small. Even the smallest Craft World is many times larger than it.

The Empire's ships are flying, violent aesthetics, while the Eldar's ships are meticulously crafted works of art.

This spaceship belongs neither to the Empire nor to the Orcs. The Orcs' aesthetic taste is even worse than that of the Empire.

Dorn acted decisively and quickly issued a series of instructions:

"The First Fleet will encircle the enemy from both wings. The Second Fleet will maintain central suppression. The Third Fleet, with the Phalanx as its core, will be on standby."

"The patrol fleet immediately deployed in a fan-shaped search, activated the long-range auspex array, and focused on scanning the airspace surrounding Mandeville Point."

"If any abnormal jump signal is detected, immediately activate the emergency warning protocol."

"All ships enter level one combat readiness. If the enemy opens fire first, return fire immediately."

"Communication array open to all frequencies, transmitting standard identification codes and peaceful contact protocols. If there is no response after three repetitions, free firing is permitted!"

Although the deep space scanning array clearly showed that the invader had only one solitary ship and the number of Invit defenses was a hundred times that of the enemy, there was still no sign of relaxation on the Primarch's face.

Although it appears that the enemy is advancing deep into the enemy's territory alone, this may not be a trap set by the enemy.

But unexpectedly, communication between the two fleets was successfully established on the first attempt.

But when Dorn saw the crew of the ship, he fell silent.

Because they seemed to be a group of primitive people, covered with red hair, and their later years were unknown.

How could primitive people go into space?

Dorn: "I am Rogal Dorn, Emperor of the Inverte Empire. Please identify yourself."

Dorn stared at the primitive, red-haired face in the holographic projection, which was pressing its face close to the viewing device with an almost innocent curiosity.

The red-haired creature blinked its big eyes but never uttered any meaningful syllables.

Don was not impatient, he understood that there were many strange and diverse species in the universe.

Language barriers are common in interstellar communication, but as long as the other party speaks, the Thinker can analyze their language.

"I am Rogal Dorn, Emperor of the Invert Empire."

Dorn kept introducing himself over and over again, but he remained uncomfortably silent, his red-haired face showing no change in expression.

Wop: "It said no need to repeat, it knows your name."

Dawn tilted his head slightly, "Father, it never spoke."

Wop frowned in confusion, "But I clearly heard the sound."

Dawn's eyes never left the unknown old man. "Perhaps it's not through words, father. Can I ask his name?"

Wop: "Caesar."

"What is your purpose?"

"They hope to conduct scientific research on the Phalanx."

Dorn did not express his opinion immediately, but he would never allow a group of aliens of unknown origin to set foot on the Phalanx.

Wop: "You can let them go. I can probably guess what species they are."

After a moment's silence, Dorn gave the order in a deep voice, "Clear the foredeck and guide them to berth 21."

Dorn doesn't believe in the xenomorphs, but he does believe in Wop.

Wop: "He said thank you."

Dorn didn't care about the alien's thanks. He cut off the communication and looked down at Wop. "Father, who are they?"

Wop: "Remember the history of the War in Heaven I told you about?"

"The Ancients created many races to fight against the Star Gods and the Necrons."

"The Eldar and the Orks are only two of the most famous, but the Old Ones' creations are far more than that."

"The known races created by the Old Ones include at least the Lashans, the Kenibs, and the Space Apes."

"The origins of the Space Apes are unknown, but they are likely from Ancient Terra."

"Sixty million years ago, ancient Terra had just experienced the extinction of the dinosaurs and was still in the Cenozoic Era."

"The Ancients visited Ancient Terra many times and took away a large number of species, including primitive primates, the ancestors of mankind."

"The primitive primates of ancient Terra gradually evolved into humans and various primates, while those modified by the Old Ones became space apes."

"They were born at the same time as the orcs. You can think of them as red-haired orcs."

Dorn asked perceptively, "Do they also possess the orcs' genetically encoded technological instincts?"

Wop nodded. "That's right."

Like the Orks, the Space Apes possess an astonishing level of technology and are unrivaled technical experts.

Orks can create all sorts of advanced technology out of a bunch of junk, and so can space apes, from spaceships to laser cannons.

They have an innate, genetic understanding of science and technology, and their understanding of machinery and technology seems to be instinctive.

This may be related to the purpose of the ancient saints when they created them. They are a race that is good at technological imitation.

While Orks are warlike by nature, Space Apes are quite the opposite and are generally quite docile.

They have no fixed world to settle on, but instead roam the galaxy in their spaceships.

Although the space monkeys occasionally engage in plundering, their targets are usually power stations, farms or remote mining ships that lack armed protection, and they always grab and run without any hesitation.

From a genetic perspective, space apes are closer to subhumans than to aliens.

Although their origins do not date back to the Golden Age, if one digs deeper, the Soulless are also a kind of sub-human created by the Ancient Saints.

Tens of millions of years ago, the genes of the Soulless were already incorporated into the genetic material of the primitive primates of ancient Terra.

"Isn't the timing too coincidental?"

Dorn frowned. The threat of the orcs was imminent and the Phalanx had to be repaired as soon as possible, but this group of space monkeys happened to come to them at this time.

Is there really such a coincidence in this world?

Dorn remained on high alert in his heart, but he would not show it in front of this group of "subhumans".

As soon as the Space Monkeys' ship finished docking, this group of red-haired old monsters whose old age was unknown could not wait to rush towards the Mountain Array.

They completely ignored the mortal soldiers who were pointing guns at them, and moved their hands all over the decks and walls of the Phalanx, gently stroking it in an almost reverent manner, their eyes filled with terrifying excitement.

Dorn walked towards one of the space apes. Even though the group of aliens were difficult to distinguish to mortal eyes, the Primarch could still distinguish the alien that had just communicated with him based on the subtle differences.

"I am Rogal Dorn."

The space ape purred, and Wop continued to act as an interpreter, "I am Caesar."

Wop quietly psionically probed the apes' minds, ensuring that no corruption existed among them.

While translating, Wop's psychic energy transformed into invisible ripples that seeped into the space monkey's mind.

These red-haired old monsters suddenly turned their heads and stared at Wop.

They seemed to be able to sense the invasion of psychic energy, but they did not react excessively. They just stared at Wop with great curiosity.

Wop gave a barely perceptible nod, and Dorn understood. His voice was emotionless. "This is my empire, my ship. Why are you here?"

Caesar lowered his head, and it was unknown whether he was in deep thought or discussing with his people, but he made no sound the whole time.

When the red-haired creature raised his head again, he made a demand.

"We want to live here. What kind of compensation do we need to pay?" Wop translated word for word.

"What's the reason?"

"We need to study its technology." Caesar looked towards the interior of the Phalanx, seeming impatient.

"What can you offer us?"

"Technology of equal value." Caesar's answer was brief but attractive enough.

"How long have you lived together?"

"Always."

"How many of you are there?"

"Six hundred and sixty-six."

A long silence followed, and the silence oppressed everyone like a substance.

"If you can complete the repairs to the Phalanx within a month, you can research the technology aboard it. However, you must sign a strategic cooperation agreement with the Invert Empire, providing technology of equal value and all the technology you have obtained from the Phalanx."

"And you must be vetted by my father to ensure there is no corruption among you."

"To ensure your safety, you must be protected by my people while you are on the Phalanx."

"If you wish to leave the Phalanx, you must obtain permission from me or my father himself."

The conditions proposed by Dorn were quite harsh, and his original intention was to let the alien bargain.

But the space ape's red-haired palm stretched forward in a human manner. He could understand human language, but he just couldn't speak it, or perhaps he was too disdainful to speak it.

The space monkeys' way of communication is similar to telepathy, which is far simpler than language, so they naturally abandon conventional language.