I'm a magnetic field madman

As a result, the group of greenskins still managed to escape the Blood God's domain, because Khorne had actually been hit twice on the head by the second brother of the Demon King.

The remaining two times were: once with Tzeentch, who was plotting a scheme against a group of Warbosses, only to be ambushed and killed by Maurice just as it was about to succeed; and the other time was with Nurgle...

The loving father, who was trying to take the "child" from his brother, had his hand interrupted when he shouldn't have reached out.

He's very good at fighting, and he really is.

However, in the Emperor's view, they were not gods like himself and Chaos, but rather something similar to the will of the Hive.

"What about Chagatai...?" Leon frowned.

The Emperor did not speak, but continued to share everything he saw with Leon.

A white lightning bolt flashed, and the Khan, who had been galloping across the battlefield, abandoned his army and charged alone into the center of the giant battle moon, protected by thousands of ancient orcs.

The blade flash, so swift that even Leon couldn't catch it, easily sliced ​​through the necks of all the ancient orcs blocking its path, effortlessly dismantling the massive and sturdy war machine.

Khan possessed the fastest speed and the best swordsmanship among his brothers, and as one of the first Primarchs to master the power of magnetic fields, Leon felt that he and Khan were evenly matched in strength, with Leon perhaps having a slight advantage.

The Khan's assault was swift and deadly, and when he reached his destination, two enormous figures stood atop the central throne surrounded by countless molten steel.

First, it has a terrifying height of nearly thirty meters, resembling a horrifying humanoid monster. It wears advanced black power armor and carries a thick, equally dark iron rod.

But compared to him, there was no doubt that someone else attracted Leon's attention more.

His skin was jet black with a slight greenish tinge; his armor was covered in golden-green dragon scales; his head was bald; and the power hammer in his hand, named "Destruction Shock"—

Also, it is much larger than before.

Leon certainly knew him, knew this man whose appearance was unique among all his brothers.

"Wokan? What's he doing there?!"

Even the usually composed Lion King couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

163. War of the Beasts

This was a war that underestimated the enemy's strength and mistakenly failed to deploy its full power.

When Chagatai led the White Scars, Ultra Warriors, and a large legion to the Ultra Starfield, the Khan immediately defined the nature of the war.

They have no chance of defeating these greenskins on the front lines.

Regardless of the sheer size and near-desperate numbers generated by the infighting between the damned Inquisition and the Tyranid swarm, the dozen or so combat moons alone were already an overwhelming force that this side simply couldn't handle.

This orcish empire called Octarius is probably the strongest opponent that the human empire has faced since its founding.

Even the former Randan might not be a match for them... because it wasn't just their terrifying size, but the Khan also saw a chilling possibility in those war machines that were beginning to show some "order".

The orcs are trying to rebuild their civilization.

Before embarking on the expedition, the Khan had a deep conversation with the prophets of the Eldar.

Even though they loathe these pointy ears, their valuable experience and historical data in dealing with orcs are something humans do not possess.

According to the Eldar prophets, the Khan, while still unable to comprehend the true nature of the Waaaagh's position, understood the greatest trouble these orcs faced.

When the number of orcs gathered reaches a certain critical value, the will of the second brother of the orcs will select the strongest "representative". At the same time, a large number of technical units such as psionic boys and tech boys will emerge in the race.

Within the orcish population, these two groups always constitute the smallest minority... Even during the Great Crusade, when it was the Ulanor Orcish Empire, the number of psionic boys and tech boys did not trigger a true qualitative change; they merely approached that level infinitely, without truly achieving that leap in rank.

But what if the quality changes?

The Eldar prophet's answer was that the extinct ancient Orc civilization would gradually revive.

Orc technology likely stems from their long-standing interactions with the locals...

Even to the Khan, who had chopped off countless green-skinned heads, they were synonymous with chaos and the bizarre. But in reality, their technology in the real universe far surpassed that of humanity.

According to the Eldar, when the orcs were still called Krork in their historical records, their technology was even more terrifying than that of the human Dark Ages!

Unlike human technology, the ancient orcs' technology was entirely focused on warfare...

This led to the Eldar using their methods to ultimately win the competition for the Galactic Throne against the Orcs.

Although the direction of development was extremely distorted, in other words, the war potential of the ancient orc civilization was also unprecedentedly high.

The Khan had also witnessed this phenomenon, comparing the orcish weapons used before and after the victory at Ulanor and discovering significant differences.

The closer they got to Ulanor, the more "organized" the orcs' weapons became, rather than the kind of weapons that were simply a bunch of junk that they just threw out...

Even the power armor of the Ulanno beast itself shows some features that are even more "high-tech" than those of the human empire.

Therefore, according to the Eldar, once the Orcs gather in a certain number and create a "prophet," the ancient Orc civilization will naturally return.

Is it bizarre? Is it unbelievable? Especially to humans, who are also part of a fallen empire, it seems utterly absurd, doesn't it?

Yes, humans still have to dig up graves or do archaeology to trace the past in order to develop technology, but for orcs to return to their level of civilization, all they need to do is "think about it".

Because their civilization and technology are not hidden in other mediums, but exist in their genes.

They don't need to worry about technological development at all... they just need to ponder and dig into the ancient memories in their genes.

After becoming ancient orcs, their technology will not only experience a leapfrog increase, but they will also be able to create machines and technologies that seem incredibly complex to humans in a very short time without any cost.

They didn't even need to worry about Tzeentch's harassment—after all, Mao's second brother protected them, and they didn't care about anything like their knowledge being contaminated.

Humans are different. It's not that the Emperor is weaker than the Orcs, but simply that there is a huge racial difference between humans and orcs.

Envious? But this is the unique advantage that the ancient creations possess.

The massive battle moon formation, along with countless "Ancient Giants," and the rampaging orc legions no longer resembled a swarm of green tides... Instead, they increasingly resembled the disciplined and lawless "Bloodaxe" clan.

The number of expeditionary troops brought by the Khan was clearly insufficient.

Even if Guilliman could gather enough troops to fight an apocalyptic battle, it would still be far from enough.

Therefore, Khan decisively abandoned the original blitzkrieg plan...

He then ordered the Ultramarines and all the Astartes and garrison forces of the White Scars to cooperate with the seven Eclipse-class super star destroyers he brought to carry out a defensive counterattack.

He strictly forbade engaging in proactive space naval warfare with these greens, and even if they gained the upper hand, he insisted on confining them to the extreme star system.

This operational concept was very un-white, but Khan knew it was necessary.

War will bolster the Greenskins' strength, and a grand and exciting battle with them is simple and satisfying.

But if they can't kill him the first time, they won't be able to beat him the second time!

Having assessed each other's strength, the Khan was certain that unless Guilliman doubled his troops, it would be impossible to destroy the orcish empire.

But Guilliman made it clear that he could not send more troops. The galaxy was already engulfed in war, and he had to manage three expeditionary forces on Terra at the same time... which had almost completely drained the Empire's available military strength.

It would take him at least three months to gather all the remaining forces across the empire... but clearly those three months would be enough for the number of orcs to double again.

Moreover, it seems the situation on Corlax's side isn't much better either...

The Khan chose to wage a defensive war, but he also understood that maintaining this meat grinder-like war would only nourish the orcs' abilities.

Although he ordered the main army to adopt passive tactics, he himself did not intend to do so.

The Khan planned to launch a solo attack on the core area of ​​the Orc Empire.

In the past, this kind of warfare was almost tantamount to suicide. But with the power of magnetic fields, everything is different.

For the Khan, the army of the human empire was no longer a necessity.

There are things you can get on the battlefield, and the strong also gain things from battle!

Those with strong magnetic fields do not need external assistance, not even the "Kheshig" army that the Khan himself retrained...

Even if they all obtained sufficient magnetic field power, they were still worlds apart from the Khan.

Bringing them along will only slow down the Khan's progress!

A blindingly pale lightning bolt leaped amidst countless battle moons, and the Khan, having completely abandoned any external assistance, sped and flashed through space at the speed of light.

Even though this place is filled with trillions of orc eyes and their detection devices...

Even when they directly used the Waaaagh field to capture life forms, they still couldn't capture Khan's existence.

The Khan traversed the entire orcish empire's formation almost instantly, penetrating the cobbled-together warships and advancing ever deeper.

The deeper he went, the more alarmed he became, and the more certain he became of his thoughts—

The ancient orc civilization is reviving!

The deeper you go, the more you see that the warships and other giant weapons inside have completely shed their former wasteland feel, which was a patchwork of junk.

However, the Khan could also see that their weapon styles were completely different.

Some orcs have donned power armor similar to the combat suits of the Tauians, while others have maintained their wasteland style, and still others have donned bio-armor resembling that of the Tyranids.

Khan even spotted a giant biological warship that was almost as big as the Zerg mothership!

The colossal Leviathan stretched across the void, carrying orcs to devour anything that came near.

Is this what ancient civilization should look like?

Khan couldn't understand it, but he was deeply shocked. He knew that if such a civilization were allowed to revive, humanity would face an even more severe challenge in the Milky Way in the future!

With no time to linger, the Khan relied on his instincts to search for his target among the numerous warships, and soon he found his destination.

That was a colossal battle...moon? No, it was more like a planet, a planet equipped with a giant engine!

The entire structure of the planet has been almost completely hollowed out, and what exists in that void is a huge propulsion engine protruding out.

It's hard to imagine what kind of engine could propel a planet without it falling apart... but Khan doesn't bother with such complex scientific questions.

The white lightning swiftly struck the wandering planet, landing within the conspicuous and enormous fortress.

Upon entering, he immediately felt a sense of familiarity.

A rotating magnetic field? Sure enough, it's that damned force again that's causing this change!

But... Khan had a strange premonition.

The fortress was filled with walking orcs, but each of these orcs was at least ten meters tall... In terms of skeleton and appearance, they were completely different from the Ork Greenskins.

Yes, they were all ancient orcs.

This fortress is practically the royal palace of these orcs, and the orc Warboss who rules over it all, the so-called Bonebreaker, is practically the emperor of the orcs.

It was unclear what alarm had been triggered, but an extremely piercing alarm sounded in the Khan's ears, and within almost ten seconds, the Khan was surrounded by those tall ancient orcs.

"What? The original form of the shrimp? It's coming to kill the prophet!"

"Take him down! No one can stop Kirk's rise!!"

The ancient orcs roared, wielding incredibly advanced annihilation weapons and even entropy energy weapons. Their equipment, their behavior, and even their words were no longer those of the silly, grinning greenskins.

Despite this, they showed no signs of being able to communicate. Perhaps, as Ada said, these ancient orcs were simply a group of living war machines.

The Khan brandished his blade, and countless bolts of lightning instantly formed a roaring white tiger, which then plunged into the midst of the orcs!

With the overwhelming power of 990,000 horses, the Khan easily shattered the ancient orcs surrounding him in an instant, sweeping across the giant fortress that was equivalent to the entire continent in the blink of an eye!

The Khan found no reason to rejoice at having so easily wiped out a defense that might have taken mortal armies many years to breach.

He had stepped into the heart of the fortress, arriving at the source of all these problems.

Inside this vast and towering palace, there were two chairs. One was empty, while a jet-black giant sat on the other.

The Khan took a deep breath and removed his Eagle King helmet... while the silent, dark giant picked up the burning warhammer beside him and stood up.

"My intuition was right, Volkan. When did you become the emperor of the orcs?"

Chagatai Khan's intuition did not deceive him; his blood relatives truly existed on this orcish planet.

Moreover, it was Vorkan, the Primarch who had disappeared twice and was the only Primarch among them to exist as an immortal.

Vokhan gripped his warhammer tightly, remaining silent. The Khan stared intently into his eyes, making sure there was no trace of confusion within them.

"Leave here, Chagatai. This is for your sake, and for everyone's sake."

"Vokham said in a low voice, but his tone clearly suppressed a strong emotion," he said.

Chagatai remained silent for a moment, then raised his White Tiger Blade and said...

"The Vokhan I know would never betray humanity. Don't waste time, just say what you have to say."

“I am no longer simply a human Primarch.” Volkan paused for a moment, then said softly…

“My body and soul have been reborn after death and reconstruction, Chagatai. If we, the fallen brothers, were controlled by the evil god of chaos, then I—”

"It's controlled by these green-skinned gods."