By locking onto the place where the orc waaagh force field is most concentrated, Sivir fought his way through the orcs and kept approaching the orc leader.

And now, the leaders of the two forces, humans and orcs, have finally met.

Sivir held the Emperor's Sword and looked at the orc in front of him quietly. Behind him was Laurent, who had just arrived, and countless Space Marines.

The moment his eyes fell on the orc in front of Sivir, Laurent forgot to breathe.

He had never seen anything like this beast, unimaginably large and far beyond what the human mind could describe.

It had a boulder-like head, staggered fangs and chisel-like fangs that were visible even through a steel helmet, and a pair of dark red eyes full of evil and cunning.

Several giant mechanical appendages riveted into the orc's flesh, each a deadly weapon, and its massive combat armor was armed with several combat cannons, as well as automatic cannons, missile launchers, flamethrowers, and other weapons.

Countless orcs stood guard at his side. Laurent had never seen so many and so powerful orcs. All of the greenskins are no less physically than the originals, and each one is stronger than the Super Space Marine.

But look at the spicy man in front of him.

Laurent has full confidence that humanity will win this war.

"Sivir, the regent of the race."

From the monstrous mouth of this huge orc, it was not a crude orc language, but a high Gothic language that even some high-ranking officials of the empire had not fully mastered.

"I hope I can talk to you."

The orc's tone and the words that came out of his mouth were very different from his terrifying size.

Words are close to pleading.

And after hearing the orc's words, Sivir laughed angrily.

The fact that a crude alien race would dare to overstep its ignorance and try to negotiate with humanity angered Sivir.

"The strong control everything, you, as the boss of the orcs, should know this all too well."

"What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?"

Sivir tucked the Emperor's Sword into the ground in front of him, and the flames scorched the earth, causing the area to rise in temperature considerably.

But in stark contrast to the increase in temperature outside the body, it is the gradually cooling heart of the orcs.

Obviously, the orc's body was several times that of Sivir, and it was obvious that the orc was looking down at Sivir, but he felt that he was looking up at the man in gold armor in front of him.

"I found out what you want to do, and I'm willing to take the orc to help you beat those shrimps, just like the orc who claims to be a prophet."

"I just hope you don't destroy the orcs."

But in the face of the orc's whispered request, Sivir's reply was only four simple words.

"I don't agree."

And just as Sivir finished speaking, the orc's attack came instantly.

Heavy artillery bombardment, electric claw roars, and the use of several mechanical arms and a large number of weapons, the orc's offensive is impenetrable and never stops.

But in the face of the sudden attack of the orcs, Sivir was already prepared, and he immediately pulled out the emperor's sword on the ground and fought with the orcs.

And the space marines and those huge and strong orcs also started a battle, and the scene was very chaotic.

Waves of orcs slammed down on the of warriors—more steel orcs, more alien technology; The same contemptible, the same abomination.

The orcs here were more advanced than any greenskins Laurent had ever seen, but the Space Marines fought their way forward with absolute brute force without a single retreat.

At this moment, there is no tactics, no skill, only pure bravery and rage, just like the orcs in front of them.

There are only two options before them, kill everything they can see, or collapse in a pool of their own blood.

The smell of the alien's body and the stench of the corpse were dizzying, but Laurent was unfazed.

His power armor was no longer recognizable in its original color, and a large number of orc internal organs had defiled it.

His blaster had long since been dropped, the blast had long since run out, and his power sword had broken when it resisted an orc's hammer blow, and the weapon's final contribution was to stab the alien fungus-like brain tissue completely.

Even his helmet was long gone, and an orc armed with powered claws and a fire-breathing mouth attacked him, nearly tearing his head apart.

But none of that mattered, he could still punch his enemies, he could still crush them with his body.

As Imperial warriors who have fought more than once, each of their blows hits the orc's vital point with precision. These warriors are well-versed in martial arts, and their attacks are graceful and deadly.

But it is not these large numbers of warriors who can best determine the outcome of a war, and both sides know this, and neither of them has ever taken their attention off their leaders, ready to help them with their lives.

In Laurent's astonished gaze, Sivir swung his sword, but the beast-level orc used a huge fist like a battering ram to slash the blow, and strangled the opponent with another green giant palm.

Sivir was grabbed by the beast-class orc like a chicken, and the orc lifted Sivir into the air, ready to crush the prey in his hand with force.

And the lightning beams of the orcs began to gather energy, radiating dazzling light, wanting to completely destroy the human regent in his hands.

"No!" Laurent roared hoarsely, and he frantically knocked down the few orcs that stood between him and Sivir.

However, before Laurent could reach Sivir's side, he saw the orc's fingers holding Sivir loosen little by little.

But that wasn't the end of it, the released fingers continued to twist back, the joints bent at an eerie angle. The entire orc's palm was gathered into a ball of flesh in the opposite direction.

And the beam of lightning that was gathering energy burst like a balloon pierced by a needle, and it ceased to exist.

Sivir was lifted into the air by the orc, but after the orc's hand was released, he still stood tall in the sky.

An unimaginable amount of psionic energy had gathered in his body, and a violent light burst out from the inside out of his body, so hot that Laurent had to cover her eyes with her hands to ward off the bright light.

This made Laurent feel like a fool.

He was worried that the savior of mankind, the regent of the empire, the unique Son, would be pinched to death by an orc.

It's impossible to think about it on your toes.

However, when seeing Sivir being held tightly by the orcs, no human can calmly face this kind of thing, and Laurent's actions are human. Any Imperial warrior who saw this would lose their minds and rush towards the orc.

And no matter how many times Laurent has witnessed Sivir on the battlefield, he will still be amazed at Sivir's power.

It is the power that intimidates all things and devours everything, enough to completely wipe out any form of life from all levels.

Flesh and blood turn to ashes, soul turns to nothingness, and everything is irretrievable.

Under this power, the body and spirit of living beings will be completely annihilated, completely removed from the universe, and completely erased from the scroll of existence. Except for the memories of others, the victims will not leave the slightest trace in the world.

This is pure "death", but the victim no longer has the opportunity to feel it.

The power surged along the Emperor's Sword held by Sivir, turning into a murderous glow that poured into the beast-class orc's body, and with a deafening roar, the indestructible steel body exploded into ashes in the golden light, unleashing deadly, surging lightning chains.

Death chains leap from one orc to another, as if consciously seeking out Sivir's enemies and snatching their lives one by one.

Immeasurable energy poured out of Sivir's body and spread throughout the vast battlefield, and the remaining orcs turned into golden dust as soon as they came into contact with this energy.

Sivir turned his back to Laurent, his sword unsheathed, his arms raised, and his outstretched fingers leaping with the golden flames that had just annihilated the orcs into nothingness.

All the Space Marines on the battlefield witnessed all of this, and they saw the power of life and death alternate in Sivel's hands. They watched as Sivel's body swelled until it was as majestic as a god.

Transparent amber flames lingered around Sivel's body, setting off his majestic and beautiful posture.

Although Sivir never considered himself a god, the Space Marines realized that what they were seeing was what the people of the Empire believed in. And they will no longer dispute that.

They unconsciously fell to their knees, their hearts filled with awe.

...

...

With the destruction of the beast-class orcs, the hopes of the nascent orc race have collapsed on their own, and the remaining orcs who have not yet been strangled by the Empire on the battlefield will be hunted by the Empire's fleets in other systems until they are completely purified in the galaxy.

Many units have been purpose-built to cleanse the galaxy of orcs, and these extermination teams are very efficient, and while cleaning up entire species is time-consuming, they always get the job done.

Victory is sealed in iron and blood, and the horn of triumph has sounded.

According to Sivir's orders, the planet where the beast-level orcs fell will be made a memorial world by the Empire, just like the former Ulanor.

It will be a place of glory and wonder, not only commemorating the conquest of the enemy of humanity, but also a greater symbol of humanity itself.

Since Sivir led the Empire, humanity has swept across the galaxy, bringing unity and enlightenment to the once dark and hopeless world of the Empire.

Never before has the planet and the Empire been so connected, and Sivir acts as a hub connecting humanity to each other.

And after this war, Sivel's prestige was even more unparalleled in the empire.

With the return of the expeditionary fleet, everything that happened in the war spread rapidly throughout the empire.

"These are the things I saw with my own eyes, and I was with the emperor at the time. There I was, when the whole planet was burning and the Space Marines were drowning in blood. I watched as the sky was torn apart by thunderbolts and dark shadows, and the war was at its most critical. ”

"And as soon as Lord Regent, Lord Holy Son made a move, the situation of the entire war was turned around in an instant. I heard the death knell of the beast ringing and weeping. All the warriors who were bathed in the light of the Holy Son were instantly healed from their injuries and resurrected from the dead, while those abominable aliens were instantly wiped out of the world. ”

An engineer of the Imperial Navy swore an oath to the dock where the fleet was docked, talking to the envious people about the miracles of the Holy Son.

In the Empire, a large number of poems about this battle were written to praise the Son's feats, and countless painters wanted to paint the Son's heroic appearance on the battlefield for the world to admire.

No god has ever been so sincerely worshipped and revered since the creation of the world; Never before in the history of time have a king been so passionately trusted and loved.

However, a huge crisis is coming.

This crisis does not come from a strange subspace, but a galactic crisis that originates beyond the river system.

...

...

At the eastern edge of the galaxy, swarms of Imperial warships leapt out of hyperspace.

The Empire anomalously wiped out the Beast-class orcs at Hadix and destroyed a large number of orc warships. But at that time, in order to pursue the beast-class orcs, part of the orc fleet escaped from Hadicks.

The Imperial fleet arrived here to clean up the remnants of the orcs.

Through the very detailed information provided by the Empire, the Imperial Fleet was very aware of every move of the Orcs, and there was no way they could escape from the Imperial Fleet.

No sooner had they leapt out of hyperspace than the Empire's fleet rushed into the battlefield.

Blazing spears of light struck the tail and flanks of the orc's ancient gimmick, torpedoes carved deadly trajectories through space, and thrusters ejected tails to outline a huge net in the void.

Dense fires lit up in the orc fleet, and the Imperial fleet's attack burned the orc ships to ashes, and the light spears tore through the orc ships like butter.

While the alien fleet was dazed by the sudden blow, the second wave of attacks dealt an even bigger blow to them.

The Greenskins have boosted the ship's plasma reactor power to a critical point, and they just want to escape from it by driving the engines to run wildly at the risk of overheating and exploding at any moment.

And just as the Empire's fleet was cleaning up the remnants of these orcs, a group of uninvited guests broke into the battlefield.

The ship's static field decoding video clearly shows the Imperial fleet the image of the enemy - the invaders are never-before-seen alien creatures, these huge organisms are covered in thick carapaces, and it is clear that they are well adapted to the environment of space.

A fleet of thousands of biological warships.

The Empire's commander had never seen such a warship before, whether it was a space necromancer, orc, or eldar, their ships were very different in this regard.

But the Empire's commanders knew that this would undoubtedly be another enemy of humanity.