Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

The whole world is burning.

The war with the orcs has lasted for a whole year, and there is no doubt that they are at a disadvantage.

Although they have annihilated hundreds of millions of aliens in the world of Corcyra, the number of enemies is endless. Their defenses have been broken again and again, and the once prosperous forge world has almost completely fallen into the hands of the beasts.

"This is a humiliation to the 18th Legion!"

Caso Vaughn wrapped himself in the scarred Terminator armor, and he led his comrades to defend the fortress leading to the starport. The battle on the world of Corcyra has undoubtedly been completely defeated, but at least they can cover the civilians and mortal troops on the planet to retreat and preserve the vitality of the empire.

Among the 18 Space Marine Legions, few other legions value mortals as much as the 18th Legion.

Although no one dared to question their bravery.

But in the eyes of some commanders of the empire, such behavior is simply unreasonable and a completely meaningless sacrifice. Everyone's life is currency in the hands of the Emperor, and it is obvious that the lives of Astartes are more precious than those of mortals.

They should sacrifice their lives for more valuable occasions.

It is a waste to die in order to protect mortals.

But Vaughn does not agree with this view.

The Empire exists on the basis of these mortal lives, and the birth of Astartes is to protect mortals from the invasion of dark aliens.

There is no honor in retreating in front of mortals.

So, Vaughn led his 8,000 Space Marines to garrison in the fortress leading to Cyberport, facing the hundreds of millions of Ork waves, buying time for the mortals to retreat.

The war has begun.

Fierce explosions spread from the mountains at the end of the field of vision all the way to the burning Cyberport.

The enemy's barrage of bullets was very messy, and their weapons were primitive, but the damage they caused was devastating. The orcs' attack was unorganized, but their numbers were overwhelming, like a green tide.

Vaughn raised his head.

Artillery fire fell from the rolling dark clouds like raindrops, and the black shells hit the ground like heavy hammers.

Most of these crudely made shells could not even be successfully detonated, but there were enough of them. The continuous sound of artillery was deafening, and the ground was blasted into gaps, and there were traces of fire and ashes everywhere.

Bang!

Vaughn operated the Typhon super-heavy tank beside him to fire back.

This weapon named after the ancestor of ancient Terra's demons has the most destructive power of all land weapons.

Each shell is enough to destroy a small city. The white incandescent light tore through the fog of war. The hilltops in the distance were directly melted by the fierce artillery fire, and thousands of green skins were turned into ashes in the orange-yellow atomic flames.

But this is not enough!

The noise caused by the firing exposed their position.

Groups of shells fell from the sky, and at first the Typhon tank could rely on its bulletproof armor to intercept. But the shells kept hitting the tank like hail, and the machine soul let out a wail of being overwhelmed. The barrel and the main body of the tank all cracked under the savage blows of the orcs.

Boom!

The gunpowder inside the shell was ignited by the flames and exploded.

At the moment the orange-yellow fireball exploded, Vaughn had already closed his eyes and jumped out of the trench not far away. He was much taller than ordinary space warriors in Terminator armor, but even so, his body was still blown away dozens of meters like a light leaf.

"My lord, it's great that your butt is not hanging on the tree."

The captain of the second company, Arturus Nomine, grabbed Vaughn's thighs and pulled him out of the soft ashes like pulling a carrot. His dark face looked a little whiter because of the large amount of dust. He grinned and the gap on his front teeth was very obvious.

Even in such a harsh environment, Nomine still maintained his humor.

"Where are the trees in this damn place!"

Vaughn's mouth was full of dust. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and then stepped on him hard. It seemed that he was not stepping on his own saliva, but a crying orc fart.

"Our situation is not optimistic, sir." Nomien shrugged his shoulders: "The thermal imager was damaged in the explosion just now. Our visual range is not high, but the number of enemies is obvious. We can't hold on for long."

They are coming-

The terrible roar tore the glory of the 18th Legion to pieces.

WAAAGH! ! ! !

Vaughn frowned and breathed heavily.

The roar of the orcs came through the fog raised by gunpowder and ashes, making him uneasy.

But the more at this time, the more he should stay calm.

"Olex!" Vaughn contacted Cyberport through the communication channel, "How is the situation over there?"

Olex is a technical sergeant of the 18th Legion. Not long ago, Vaughn sent him to organize the evacuation of civilians. The magnetic voice of the technical sergeant sounded in a vague electric sound, "The last batch of civilians are boarding the warship, Captain!"

"Have other civilians arrived at the starport?"

"No," Orlex replied, "This is the last batch of civilians."

Finally the retreat was completed, the soldiers of the 18th Legion attracted all the attention of the orcs, and the innocent people were able to escape from this world.

"Everyone, listen!" Vaughn shouted excitedly, "Our mission has been completed, now we are ready to evacuate!"

"That's right, Olex!"

While organizing the legion's evacuation, Vaughan did not forget to ask: "Have we received a response to our request for help? This group of orcs must be destroyed in the Andros galaxy. Once they spread to other worlds, the consequences will be disastrous."

The vitality of the orcs is extremely tenacious, but their essence is some kind of fungal creature.

Even if an inconspicuous orc grunt appears in the Empire world, they can drag the entire planet into the vortex of war in a very short period of time.

laugh--

Oleks's voice became a little blurred in the roaring background.

"We have received a reply. An entire legion is coming from the other side of the starry sky under the leadership of the Primarch."

"Which legion is it?"

Vaughn grinned, there was no better news than this.

He excitedly rubbed the second company commander Nomine's head with his big hand, causing the latter to grin with dissatisfaction.

"The Ultramarines are still the Iron Hands, even the Space Wolves!"

Vaughan was anxious for answers.

"It's the Ninth Legion!" Olex's voice disappeared amid the fierce gunfire, and his voice stopped abruptly: "Damn it, the star port is being bombed by the greenskins. There are orcs everywhere here. We can't hold on for long. "

We couldn't stop them—

Vaughn's heart suddenly went cold. This raging green tide swept across the entire land like a plague.