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

This place is at least eighty kilometers away from the defenders' defense line.

They will not have any reinforcements, and whether or not the mission can be completed, they are in danger of death on this trip.

But that's exactly what kill teams are for.

"Wang! Wang!"

"waaagh! waaagh!"

Several Squiggs let out shrill howls. They looked like huge mouths full of serrated fangs on muscular legs, and their skin was covered with spikes.

These terrifying predators were madly chasing a lone hound, forcing it to the base of a towering ancient tree.

The hound leaned against the tree trunk and whimpered in despair, while the Squiggle circled excitedly around its prey, sticky saliva dripping from its huge mouths that kept opening and closing.

As Squig pounced, the hound's whimpering died away in the forest.

Scruggs seized the hound's hindquarters with his teeth-grinding bite and tore it off in one piece with a bone-crackling sound.

The other Squiggs rushed forward and pounced on the hound like hungry wolves.

The bloody mouth fell like a guillotine, easily crushing its skull with a crunching sound.

The orcs' hounds prowled in the dense forest. These reconnaissance hounds had sharp noses and could sniff out unfamiliar scents a kilometer away.

Twenty meters away in the bushes, the veterans held their breath silently.

Their Sun-style void combat armor has a fully enclosed design.

A complete life support system is also integrated inside it, and it is a multifunctional carapace designed for extreme environments.

It also has a built-in servo motor-driven exoskeleton frame, which can not only effectively support the weight of the armor, but also significantly enhance the wearer's combat effectiveness.

Its excellent sealing performance not only allows users to fight in a vacuum environment, but also completely isolates the wearer's odor and prevents interaction with the outside world, ensuring concealment when lurking in front of the enemy.

While not comparable in performance to the Space Marine power armour, the Solar Void Combat Armour still represents the most advanced equipment fielded by the Imperium's mortal forces.

The Solar Auxiliary Army equipped with this set of equipment is also the most elite warriors among mortals, second only to the Old Hundred Regiment.

But the Old Centurions can hardly be considered mortals. These warriors were the first to follow the Emperor, and their history is even longer than that of the Thunder Warriors.

Before they were given the honor of the Old Centurions, they were known as the Kinos Legion.

Every Jinos warrior is a genetically enhanced warrior, and they are the prototype of the Thunder Warrior.

Although Kinos are not as powerful as Thunder Warriors, their resilience and brute force still far exceed those of mortals, and they are more stable and safer than Thunder Warriors.

The Solar Auxiliary Corps do not have any enhancement surgery, they are pure mortals.

"Waaagh!"

Like a lion patrolling its territory, Scug roared continuously in the forest, his rough roars rising and falling.

The noisy sound finally angered an orc who was resting. It jumped up in anger, let out a deafening waaagh, and swung its rusty machete to chop at one of the Squigs.

The unfortunate Squig was beheaded on the spot, and the other Squigs immediately scattered with their tails between their legs.

The victorious orcs triumphantly dragged their prey back to the camp and roughly threw the entire body of Sgurg into the boiling cauldron.

The moment the unprocessed Scug was put into the pot, the boiling soup mixed with mushroom pieces splashed everywhere and spread all over the ground around the campfire.

Several greenskins who were close by were screaming in pain from the burns, but this attracted even more excited laughter from the other orcs.

"Waaagh!"

The orc chef was furious after being splashed by the boiling soup. He let out a deafening roar, picked up the boiling pot and swung it at the ugly face of the culprit.

The iron pot collided with the orc's face with a dull thud that made one's teeth ache, and the boiling broth splashed onto the two angry greenskins.

The two orcs immediately wrestled together, fighting with rusty machetes and rough iron pots.

The surrounding greenskins formed a circle and cheered for this sudden fight with excited waaagh roars.

Soon, more orcs who were itching to fight could not help but join the melee, and the simple fight turned into a chaotic brawl in the blink of an eye.

This farce should end with the exhaustion of all participants or the death of one lucky person.

However, this wild revelry was ended by a beam of scarlet light.

"Snapped!"

The orc chef's ugly head was instantly vaporized by the precise strike of the laser beam. The headless body shook and fell to the ground with a bang.

Immediately afterwards, dense laser beams whizzed out from the depths of the jungle, reaping the lives of the greenskins like the scythe of the god of death.

Each beam of scarlet light found its target accurately, some of them pierced through the orc's thick arms, cutting off the entire limb.

Some of them pierced directly through their muscular chests, leaving charred holes as big as bowls on their backs.

In just a few seconds, the entire orc squad was wiped out.

The pungent smell of burnt blood emanated from their mutilated corpses, mixing with the humid air in the dense forest to form a disgusting smell.

Squig, who had just been driven away, smelled the scent.

They looked back in confusion, but because they were afraid of being beheaded, they ran away without looking back.

It is common for orcs to have casualties when fighting. The orcs who die today will give birth to a large group of mushrooms tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow more orcs will uncover the mushrooms and start a new round of brawl!

Dias lowered his voice, "Sergeant, it doesn't look like this is the place."

"There's no sign of a Warboss, nor an Orc Boss."

Warboss is the leader of the orcs, and the orc boss is the mid-level officer of the orcs.

The mortal auxiliary army deals with these aliens all year round, so it is common sense to distinguish the different classes of orcs.

Avery: "The last signal from the previous kill team disappeared in this area. Even if the target isn't here, it must be in this forest. Keep pushing forward and stay hidden."

He made a tactical gesture, and the thirty veterans dispersed again, their green-painted armor blending perfectly into the woods.

"Remember the mission priority," Avery emphasized in the team chat, "Find the Warboss, mark the coordinates, and then send the intelligence back to the headquarters."

……

The adjutant's report was particularly urgent, "My Lord, a new jump signal has been detected at Mandeville Point!"

Love: "Which fleet?"

Adjutant: "Scan results show that its fleet markings do not belong to the Empire, nor do they match the characteristics of known Ork ships."

Love immediately straightened up. This fleet belonged neither to the Empire nor to the Orcs. Its most likely owner was the Invit Empire that ruled the Invit Cluster!

He originally thought that this pocket empire had given up on Reach, but he didn't expect that they actually sent reinforcements.

This immediately gave Love a preconceived notion of a favorable impression towards them.

"Open all communication arrays. Send standard identification codes and peace contact protocols. Prepare the diplomatic mission for contact."

Chapter 211: Deus Ex Machina (5K)

"scale."

"Eleven cruiser-class ships, and thirty-seven frigate-class ships."

In response to Dorn's inquiry, Adjutant Lann responded quickly.

Because the Inverte Empire does not have the ability to communicate across the stars, the transmission of information between worlds relies entirely on messenger ships.

Therefore, before arriving at Reach, Dorn knew nothing about the local war situation.

To his surprise, after entering the Reach system, they encountered another human fleet.

This fleet obviously does not belong to the Invert Empire and must be an outsider.

And Dorn's knowledge of other human interstellar empires in the Milky Way is limited to the Human Empire.

As Woppe noted, Imperial ships have a distinct design language that makes them instantly recognizable.

The regular geometric structure and unique violent aesthetic style of these ships make them particularly eye-catching in the sea of ​​stars.

The other fleet did not show any hostility. Instead, it took the initiative to open the communication frequency band and send out a signal of peaceful contact.

Faced with this kindness, Dorn naturally would not put on airs.

He stepped forward calmly and stood in front of the holographic projection.

Even through the communication screen, his imposing figure exuded an undeniable majesty, yet his tone remained perfectly calm.

"I am Rogal Dorn."

……

When the communication link was established, a giant as tall as a mountain suddenly appeared in the holographic projection.

The giant's tall and straight figure almost filled the entire communication screen, and the noble and majestic aura it exuded was still clearly visible even through the projection.

Around him, the figures of the mortal officers seemed so small, as dim as the bushes under the giant tree.

The contrast was so stark that Commander Love held his breath the first time he saw the picture.

The giant in the projection lowered his head slightly. When he spoke, his deep and rich voice made Love tremble all over:

"I am Rogal Dorn, Emperor of the Inverte Empire, Primarch, Son of the Wop, Son of the Emperor."

This brief self-introduction was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in the human empire fleet.

Even if he didn't say anything, Love had already guessed his identity.

He's so big!

In the galaxy, besides the Primarchs, who else could possess such an extraordinary physique?

Although Love was not a Space Marine, as the Lord Commander of the expeditionary fleet, he had the honor of admiring several Primarchs from afar during parades.

But at this moment, the shock this giant brought to him was far greater than before, and this sudden surprise made his mind go blank.

He personally discovered a missing Primarch, which was a completely different feeling from just meeting the Primarch!

Love felt his heart beating violently in his chest.

"I actually found a missing Primarch!"

This realization struck his nerves like a bolt of lightning. Although his mind told him to salute immediately, the huge surprise made him temporarily lose control of his body.

Upon seeing this, the adjutant secretly pushed Love, which helped him come back to his senses from the huge shock.

Love quickly adjusted his mentality, took a deep breath, put his right fist to his chest and saluted the giant in the holographic projection.

"My Lord," Love bowed his head slightly, his voice trembling with excitement, yet he remained absolutely respectful. "Commander-in-Chief of the 7741st Expeditionary Fleet, Eugene Love, salutes you!"

"We have come to negotiate peace with the Invert Empire and have fought for 47 days to protect Reach. Now, please command us!"

Dorn: "Commander Love, your perseverance has won a chance for Reach."

"It was the unyielding will of you and your warriors that saved this planet from destruction. I will remember this feat."

Upon hearing this, Luo Fu immediately straightened his body and puffed out his chest like a soldier being inspected.

"My Lord, this is our duty."

"If our sacrifice can bring more lives, then it will not be in vain."

"Please give the order. The 7741st Expeditionary Fleet is willing to fight for you to the last man!"

As he spoke these words, Love never took his eyes off the Primarch.

He noticed a barely perceptible flash of approval across Dorn's hard face. For a mortal commander, this was the greatest honor!

Dorn: "Commander Love, how is the battle on Reach?"

Love straightened his back. "My Lord, the orcs' attack is fierce, but the defense line is still holding."

"The mortal auxiliary army has been reduced by nearly half, and currently relies on 420,000 militiamen and 70,000 regular troops to maintain the defense line."

"But the 7232nd Expeditionary Fleet will arrive in Reach orbit in three hours, and twenty extraterritorial warrior regiments will soon be deployed for battle!"

……

Dorn carefully reviewed the battle report from the expeditionary fleet, his eyes moving repeatedly across the tactical hologram.

"Instruct all fleets to build their defenses according to the original plan."

"Tell the Imperial Commander that we need to establish a joint command to coordinate all combat forces."

Wop: "I didn't expect the Imperial fleet to be here, but they arrived at the perfect time. Should we adjust our established tactics?"