What could influence the fate of a vast empire that spanned the galaxy?

Alexey had no answer.

But the banner of the battle for the God-Emperor has been raised, and the people of the entire Uspernes and the surrounding sectors are united.

Countless pilgrims organized spontaneously, from clergy to merchants, from Astarte to commoners, to the Mechanics and Inquisitions.

Driven by fanatical faith, a mighty fleet sailed over the main planet "Nifol", where Alexei Prophetess was located, and asked the Emperor's messenger to guide them on the way of the expedition.

So here she is.

The two expeditionary fleets of Martyrs and Pilgrims tracked the orcs battle moon all the way, slain through the green tide that spread across the starry sky, gathered troops and supplies from the shattered imperial world along the way, and launched crazy raids on the orcs along the way, but all with few decisive results.

In the midst of endless battles, they had come to the eastern frontier of the Extreme Star Field, the place where the Emperor had spoken in the prophetess's dream.

There is a sense of glorious fatalism in the darkness that makes every warrior believe that he will accomplish unprecedented deeds here, dedicate his life to the emperor, and fulfill the task given to them by the Lord of Mankind.

- even if the emperor never said so.

"Alexey Prophetess, what are we going to do next?"

On the Flame of Repentance, the Anglican archbishop sat at the table and leaned forward slightly, asking sincere questions.

Interim Commander Mirak nervously observed the battle in the airspace of the Second Moon in front of the psionic divination array, while the Admiral and the Mechanic Sage waited on the sidelines, and everyone calmly discussed their plans without the slightest argument.

It's amazing that they're not blaming each other and arguing endlessly—it's a once-in-a-lifetime miracle for the Human Empire.

Alexei closed her eyes, her thoughts in a state of confusion.

In the middle of the night, the prophetess spoke slowly:

"We are not the only ones who want to take the treasure from the orcs. The greedy Tyranid also coveted the treasure...... I've seen endless hunger signals echoing in the turbulence of the subspace, the swarm is approaching, and the shadows are coming......"

There was a brief silence in the command room, but there was no panic, as they had expected.

The Tyranid swarm is a very special existence, there is no such thing as self-will for individual Zergs, and it is a powerful consciousness called "Hive Will" that unites and manipulates the entire swarm. When the swarm arrives, the will of the hive will envelops the starry sky, and all subspace signals under the shadow cover will be blocked, and the subspace engine on board the ship will also be disabled.

In other words, the arrival of the swarm will cut off their retreat.

The best option in this case is to evacuate, any strike cruiser in the Martyrs fleet is worth much more than the barren Fallas system, but ......

"But gentlemen, we are on the edge of the halo. Beyond is the dark abyss that even the light of the emperor cannot shine onto. If we fail to seize this last chance to get the orcs out of the aura, we will completely lose the opportunity to reclaim what His Majesty the God Emperor has requested. ”

Milak said, picking up his helmet and power sword from the table, and said in a thunderous voice:

"We only have this one chance, everyone, please let me give it a go!"

These bold statements made everyone present realize once again that he was not only a strategic legion commander, but also a powerful Astarte.

"Now, let's recheck the battle plan we drew up earlier......"

The Astarte commander's plan of attack for the orcs was simple and practical:

Let the simply armed Pilgrims drain as much of the orc's naval power as possible, and then the main force of the well-equipped Martyrs Legion will take advantage of this opportunity to launch a general assault on the battle moon itself, which is armed to the teeth.

The expeditionary fleet will drop all the land forces it has on the surface of the moon at once, allowing the brave and fearless Imperial soldiers to fight their way through the orc war machine, aiming at the orc leader hiding in the fortress.

There is no doubt that the treasure must be in it.

What is missing now is only an opportunity. They had to find the right time to allow enough time for the operation to evacuate, and to expend as much of the greenskin's space power as possible before then, and to clear as many obstacles as possible for the landing force to seize the treasure.

To this end, the Mecha urgently transferred the precious Warlord-level Titan "Night Monarch" from the Casting World "Musbell", as well as a battle formation composed of 3 Marauder-class Titans and 6 Wardog-class Titans.

The Sisters of Silence on the Black Ships, the Inquisitors and the Grey Knights, the wandering Knights of the Galaxy, a dozen or so Star Marines of all sizes, countless Astral Armies and Imperial Navy...... Together, they formed this huge army called the Martyrs.

The warriors are ready to take from the orcs what the Lord of Men desires.

After reviewing the arrangements for the landing one last time, Mirak was sure that everything was in order, and that the shadows of the swarm were getting closer and closer, and it was time for him.

The battle-hardened warlord picked up his scarred greatsword and prepared to give the order to begin the action.

At this moment, he heard an extremely twisted scream:

"O God of Machines! What is that?! ”

Hearing this, Milak exclaimed that it was actually a sage of technology who had always been mysterious.

This high-ranking member of the Mechanics Guild from the Casting World of Musbell has provided much assistance to the Martyrs Fleet, and is respected by everyone, including Milak.

But at this moment, the Techno-Sage's face, with only one eyeball left, was covered with lines and gears, and in an indescribable way, he opened his mouth wide and let out a crying cry.

"What's that? What is that?! ”

"This is, what is this...... O God of Machines, God of Machines! …… Is my vision sensor malfunctioning? ”

He doesn't look like he can communicate properly.

Milak bypassed the inquiry and copied the information projection in front of the technical sage to the conference round table in real time.

Appearing on the round table is a slightly blurred moving image, with the spherical image in the center being the Battle Moon. But it's not the battle moon itself that keeps the techno-sages screaming hysterically, it's a scarred space station hovering in the moon's orbit.

The Seeker space station.

The void shield on the surface of the space station flickered constantly, withstanding fire from all directions, and it looked like it was crumbling and could be sunk at any time.

But the hangar modules on the waist of the seeker are opening one by one in an orderly manner, and without the slightest panic, they are throwing the steel behemoths that are ready to go towards the battle moon at their feet.

The landing began.