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

The only five-meter-tall Warboss in 40K is Saraka the Bonebreaker.

But in 30K, the Orc Empire was still at its peak, and 10-meter-tall Warlords were everywhere.

Five meters tall is only considered average.

But Dorn had no power armor and no suitable weapons.

Although the weapon that Perturabo made for him was good, it was ultimately limited by time and materials and was not as good as the chainsword and power sword.

In the battle just now, the shield was almost broken after only one punch.

Even for the Primarch, the increase in power armor is quite terrifying.

If Dorn had qualified equipment, he could have been more calm in the battle just now.

"Just average?" Dorn murmured. There must be orc leaders or even warlords in the Orc Empire who are more powerful than it.

If the height difference is too great, even the Primarch may find it difficult to defeat him.

The restrictions are still too great.

……

Eugene Love paced anxiously on the bridge. "Keep sending astropathic signals. Even if the astropathic choir is exhausted, we must ensure that this message spreads throughout the galaxy!"

The adjutant did not raise any objections, as he knew very well the pain the Astrologer Choir was enduring.

Long-term exposure to the Warp will not only result in them suffering the cost of psychic backlash, severely damaging their mind and body, but they will also be parasitized by the evil native inhabitants of the Warp.

But as long as the message can be conveyed to other fleets, the astropath's sacrifice is worth it.

"The Primarch is here!"

When this brief astronomical message penetrates the warp and reaches the various expeditionary fleets, the Imperial fleets will swarm in like sharks smelling blood.

By then, what will arrive at Reach will no longer be sporadic exploration fleets, but entire expeditionary forces!

When the huge fleet of the Human Empire begins to assemble, it will be enough to crush any Orc Empire that dares to stand in its way!

Nothing can stop the Primarch from returning to the Imperium, if anything, crush it!

Love stared out the porthole and saw the fleet exchanging fire with the huge orc fleet.

Dozens of warships reflected a cold luster under the light of the stars. The construction technology of these warships was very different from the design style of the Empire.

However, its firepower output is in no way inferior to that of Imperial warships of the same level, and its ship-borne light spears even demonstrate greater destructive power.

At the tactical level, the Invert fleet's command and dispatch were equally impeccable.

Their formation changes were smooth and precise, and the firepower coordination between the ships was seamless.

Under such a fierce attack, the Orc fleet was defeated step by step, and the already chaotic greenskin fleet formation was completely broken up.

In addition to Love's flagship, the Iron Will, the Imperial Expeditionary Fleet also threw its full force into the battle.

The Imperial warships' macrocannon arrays and lance cannon groups continuously spewed out destructive rays of light, forming perfect tactical coordination with the Invit fleet. In a few hours, they would be able to completely annihilate the remaining Orc fleet.

The size of the Invert Empire's fleet is comparable to that of the main expeditionary fleet, which is undoubtedly huge.

Even among all the human civilizations encountered by the Great Crusade, independent regimes with such power were rare.

And this is not the entire fleet of the Invert Empire. They still have at least a part of the fleet left to guard other core worlds.

The Primarch who returned this time had already led a huge interstellar empire before his return!

Although this force is still dwarfed by the Human Empire, they can still hold out for a long time even if the Orc Empire invades on a large scale.

Whether the astropathic signal can be transmitted to other fleets in time will directly determine the Primarch's impression of the Empire.

If the reinforcements were delayed due to communication delays, the Primarch would probably be greatly disappointed with the Empire.

Now he can only suffer for the Star Language Choir and bear the blame.

The adjutant lowered his voice, "Commander Turner and General Gutierrez request to board the ship."

Love turned and asked, "Where is the Primarch?"

"The Primarch's ship has departed from the surface and is expected to board in ten minutes."

Love: "Grant their request, clear the decks and central meeting room, and evacuate all non-essential personnel."

……

Gutierrez knelt on one knee, "My Lord! General of the 77th Saturn Ram Legion, Norman Gutierrez pays you the highest respect!"

Turner also put his fist to his chest and knelt on one knee. "My Lord! Commander Aubrey Turner of the 7232nd Fleet Lord, greets you!"

Both commanders were overwhelmed with emotion at this moment.

Despite their noble status within the Imperium, compared to their Primarch, they were no different from other mortals.

As a mortal officer, it is a great honor to be able to meet the Primarch at such a close distance.

If they could leave some impression on the Primarch, even if it was just remembering their names, it would be the honor of their lives.

No matter what happens in the future, this audience will become the most glorious moment in their military career!

"Stand up, you are all heroes of humanity, there is no need to kneel before me."

Dorn's voice was calm. He turned to Love and said, "Commander Love, is there a tactical command room on the battleship?"

"My Lord," Love bowed his head respectfully. "The central meeting room is ready. The holographic tactical sand table and the latest battle reports have been deployed. Please follow me."

Everyone took it for granted that the Primarch was the leader.

The returned Primarchs have demonstrated their extraordinary tactical talents to the world, and the Primarchs who have not yet returned are no worse than their brothers. This is the consensus of the Human Empire.

To be led by the Primarch himself is the honor they have always dreamed of, and apart from the Adeptus Mechanicus, no one would refuse this honor.

Chapter 213: No One is Saint (5K)

The Lord Commander who commands the entire fleet, the Fleet Master who is in charge of naval tactics, the Sun General who leads the mortal auxiliary forces, and the Chronicler who is responsible for recording history, these are the highest power cores of the expeditionary fleet gathered in the central meeting hall.

All expeditionary fleets have a complete command system, with both the navy and the army placed under the command of the Lord Commander to ensure that they can independently conquer those lost human colonies.

The narrators were witnesses of the Great Crusade, and their presence lasted throughout the entire Great Crusade.

They shouldered a sacred mission to record what they saw and heard in an objective and rigorous manner, ensuring that the glorious deeds of the Great Crusade were preserved truthfully.

This is not only a testimony to the glory of the empire, but also a supervision of commanders at all levels of the expeditionary fleet.

Their every move will be recorded truthfully, which forces lords and commanders to be cautious in their decisions in order to gain a good evaluation in the history transcribed by the recorder.

Some chroniclers are also specially entrusted with the task of compiling biographies for their primarchs, recording their lives and great achievements in history books forever.

The recorders have the right to attend military meetings at all levels. They are only responsible for objective recording and do not participate in actual combat command.

With Dorn's return, everyone in the expeditionary fleet was immersed in excitement and glory.

The recorder also responded as quickly as possible and was allowed to attend this historic military meeting with recording equipment.

Dorn's eyes swept over everyone in the meeting room, "What time is it now?"

Luo Fu immediately straightened his back. "839.M30, my lord, the calculation may have an error of up to three months."

Dorn: "Does the Empire have any knowledge of the situation in the Invit Cluster?"

Love: "Before you returned, we had already sent a distress signal to the Empire. We have confirmed that seven fleets are on their way, including at least one main fleet."

"As soon as I confirmed your return, I ordered all Astropathic Choirs to transmit the message back to the Empire. Although there has been no response yet, it won't be long before the entire Empire knows of your return, and hundreds of fleets will flock to you."

Although Love made the decision on his own, he was the lord commander and this was his duty.

Dorn has not yet officially returned to the Empire and has not yet obtained a seat on the War Council.

Luo Fu volunteered to accept his command, but he didn't have to ask him about everything.

It was also in Dorne's best interest to announce his return to the Empire, a move Dorne generally fully acknowledged.

Dorn: "Were there any casualties among the Startalkers?"

Commander Love subconsciously straightened his body. "At least seven astropaths have died in the intense communication. This is a necessary sacrifice."

"That's not it." Dorn's voice was filled with undeniable authority. "We're not in danger yet. Reinforcements are on the way, and the Empire has learned of my return. There's no need to rush. Let the astropaths resume normal communication. Their lives are just as precious."

Luo Fu fell silent for a moment, then saluted solemnly, "Yes, my lord."

He turned his head to signal the adjutant behind him, who immediately understood and quickly left the conference room to convey the Primarch's order.

The life of a psychic is also a life.

Dorn's voice for the Astropaths was also based on strategic considerations.

If all the Star Talkers died of exhaustion, they would be truly isolated and helpless.

Dorn: "General Gutierrez, how many soldiers do you have left?"

Gutierrez: "The Saturn Ram Legion has 67,000 men, the Outlander Warriors have 98,000 men, and the militia has 370,000 men."

Dorn: "I have dispatched 700,000 Invert Phalanxes to reinforce Reach, and more reinforcements will follow. However, a new Ork fleet could arrive at any time. Both the Empire and the Invert must be prepared to hold out for a long time."

Gutierrez had a resolute face. He did not ask how long they would have to defend themselves. This question itself was unnecessary.

They must hold out until reinforcements arrive.

As long as reinforcements arrive, they can turn defeat into victory even if their defense line is in jeopardy.

If reinforcements do not arrive, they must hold on even to the last man.

If he only had tens of thousands of men under his command, Gutierrez would not be sure he could hold the city.

But now he has the Primarch in charge and 700,000 Invert reinforcements, so what is there to worry about?

Generally speaking, the role of the Mortal Auxilia is to provide covering support on the battlefield in the manner required by the Legion, such as protecting the flanks of large battle formations, holding captured ground, garrisoning occupied areas, and conducting artillery bombardments.

Different Mortal Auxilia have vastly different tactical styles, often determined by the Space Marine Legion that commands them.

However, there are also mortal auxiliary forces that fight independently, such as the 77th Legion of Saturn Rams.

But even the mortal auxiliary forces fighting independently are eager to fight alongside the Space Marines!

Even as the situation on Reach continues to deteriorate, history will remember their glory:

In 839.M30, Solar General Norman Gutierrez led the 77th Legion of the Terran Rams and fought alongside the Primarch in the Battle of Reach, where he fought a bloody battle against the Orks and died heroically.

Gutierrez's heart was filled with unprecedented pride.

If he died now, he would be very happy!

Dorn: "Commander Turner, Commander Love. I need your fleet to be on alert at Mandeville Point. If you discover a large Orc fleet, you must prioritize mobile harassment and avoid direct engagement. Your mission is to buy time, not to sacrifice unnecessary lives."

The two lord commanders simultaneously punched their chests and said, "As you command, my lord."

After the Primarch made strategic deployments, Commander Love immediately led the fleet at full speed to Mandeville Point.

It is unrealistic to aimlessly build a comprehensive defense network around the vast star system. The resources required are too huge, and even the empire cannot afford it. However, targeted deployment is a feasible tactic.

Love: "Send all engineering vessels to lay minefields within a 3,000-kilometer radius, centered on the coordinates of Mandeville Point."

In theory, any area in a star system that is not affected by the gravitational pull of celestial bodies and can safely enter and exit the subspace can be called a Mandeville point.

But if there is no warp channel, even if the spacecraft is already at Mandeville Point, rashly entering the warp will only result in the destruction of the ship and the death of all passengers.

And each stable subspace channel will form a definite Mandeville point coordinate in the target galaxy.

The more Warp Lanes there are, the more Mandeville Point coordinates there are available.

The navigator can accurately locate each subspace channel and calculate the spatial coordinates of the corresponding Mandeville point.

There are three subspace channels in the Reach star system, corresponding to three Mandeville point coordinates.

One was opened up by the expedition fleet led by Love, one led to the Invert Empire, and the other was the channel for the orc invasion.

So the Imperial Fleet only needs to lay minefields along the Ork invasion route.

Mines are extremely powerful. Since they usually explode using proximity or contact fuses, the damage they cause can often ignore void shields.

A minefield can often greatly delay and block the enemy's invasion, because the enemy fleet must slow down or detour when passing through the minefield, and the friendly fleet can take the opportunity to strike head-on outside the minefield.

This combat system has become very mature in the empire, and the lord commander of each fleet can use it very skillfully.

"What a pity." Love muttered to himself, and the adjutant knew what he was regretting.

Unfortunately, the original intention of the expeditionary fleet was to attack rather than defend, and there were not many mines in the arsenal, otherwise the minefield could be larger and denser.

Everyone wants to show their best side in front of the Primarch. If they are noticed by the Primarch, they may even have the opportunity to serve in the main fleet.