Final Battle of the Fire Wheel: The "Morningstar Titan Legion"

On the bridge of the Shadow of the Throne, Nimrod inspected the flood of information on the video screen.

The Auger Matrix scan results show that the main star of the Wheel of Fire has two continents.

The southern continent is smaller and surrounded by ocean, while the northern continent is about five times its size.

The Communication Bead in Arsena Dunn's ear beeped. He pressed the Communication Bead, listened to the report, and then frowned slightly.

The Primarch's Attendants raised his Control Staff, illuminating the hologram, and reported to the Primarch.

"My lord, we have received a communication from Lord Leman Russ. He has decided to land on the western side of the Northern Continent."

"He did not wait for your reply and has already ordered the fleet to begin orbital bombardment to create conditions for the landing."

Nimrod slightly; he wasn't surprised. Space Wolves don't like to wait.

He turned to look at Hannibal beside him and Suarez and Erlin behind him, and he keenly noticed that their bellies had grown larger.

Although the changes would be imperceptible to the average person, he could clearly distinguish them by comparing them to those from a year ago after a moment's reflection.

"Hannibal, how about the Second Legion be responsible for purging the Southern Continent?"

If it were Leman Russ, or any other ambitious Primarch, he would be furious that Nimrod had given his legion the smallest war zone.

But Hannibal smiled and spoke with elegance and a hint of delight.

"No problem."

Hannibal hurriedly led Suarez and Erlin away, rushing back to his warship to begin his hunting expedition.

Nimrod then looked at the commander of the "Morning Star Titan Legion" and asked.

"Alex, how many Titan does your legion have?"

Alex's red uniform jacket was studded with dark green rivets, and his epaulets bore the Graia crest, signifying his status as a high-ranking commander.

He bowed slightly, his right hand resting on his chest.

"Lord Nimrod, Morning Star currently has one hundred and four Titan."

Nimrod's eyes flashed. The number of Titan Alex mentioned was quite different from the 156 he remembered the "Morning Star Titan Legion" had at its peak.

He knew that most Titan Legions only had a few dozen Titan, and only top-tier Titan Legions like the "Morning Star Titan Legion" had more than a hundred Titan.

Of the Titan Legions that Nimrod knew of, the "Legio Vulcanum," Forge World of the Huangquan VIII, possessed more than three hundred of them, causing panic within the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Under Horus's leadership, the "Legio Vulcanum" was eventually split into the "Dark Fire" and the "Lord of Destruction".

Before the Horus Heresy, there were approximately two hundred "Death's Head".

[The "Morning Star Titan Legion" also reached a number of 156 units before the Great Birthday Celebration.]

He looked at the Lord of the Forge, who nodded slightly, acknowledging the number.

Nimrod recalled the information about Graia, the colonists of the Adeptus Mechanicus, who, after establishing the Forge World, had expanded their sphere of influence to more than twenty star systems during the "Age of Strife" through centuries of effort.

Relying on the resources of these star systems, Graia developed a powerful Titan Legions and established a robust orbital defense system.

The protracted war that the Imperium representatives feared did not occur, and therefore Graia was rewarded with the right to conquer the Forge World in the neighboring region.

However, Graia has only been authorized for a short time and has not yet established the Iron Ring of memory, nor conquered the dozen or so smaller Forge World in the neighboring region.

Of course, Graia has not yet encountered the infamous "Ripper Titan Legion".

With one increase and one decrease, the total number should be approximately 104.

As Nimrod pondered, Alex continued.

"According to the alliance agreement, there are a total of thirty-five Titan fighting alongside the Eleventh Legion."

"This includes seventeen Warlord-class Titan, nine Battle Titan, and nine Reconnaissance Titan."

Nimrod slightly in satisfaction. The Graia hadn't deliberately sent out a large number of scout Titan; meeting the quantity requirement was sufficient.

The three models of Titan were the same as the standard formation of the "Morning Star Titan Legion" in his memory.

Strictly speaking, the "Morning Star Titan Legion" did not even send out one-third of its combat power.

I remember that in this ancient Forge World, there were at least three Emperor-class machines of the President type.

However, ordinary battles don't usually involve deploying commanders-in-chief. Overall, Graia's side has upheld the alliance and can be considered a reliable ally.

Thinking of this, Nimrod said to Alex.

"I'm satisfied with this." He then turned his gaze to the holographic image and tapped it lightly with his finger.

"There are twelve Fortress on the eastern side of the Northern Continent. This Fortress, marked with a 'T,' has the strongest defensive firepower."

"The 8th Legion and Graia will jointly attack this Fortress."

Alex did not answer immediately; he turned his gaze to the video screen.

With the meticulous approach of the Graia, they assessed the Fortress's defensive capabilities.

Alex's brain implant allows for rapid assessment of the Fortress's area and the number of artillery pieces.

Eighteen seconds later, he said confidently.

"Lord Nimrod, the God-Machine and the Skitarii are more than enough to breach this Fortress."

Seeing Alex's confident tone, Nimrod thought to himself.

A typical Graia person is observant and unwavering in their belief in assessments, remaining steadfast even as the course of the battle changes.

They would bravely face death, without retreating.

Nimrod smiled and said, "Alex, I believe your assessment."

"But the Wheel of Fire is just the beginning of our coordinated operations; larger battles to come will require seamless teamwork."

"Lord Nimrod, I understand," Alex replied. "I will fight alongside the Knight Lord to Purification the Xenos Fortress."

Nimrod, considering that both the "Dawn Knight" of Sequence 6 and the "Silver Knight" of Sequence 3 of the "Twilight Giant" Pathway are named after knights, named Thierry Viera the Knight Lord.

Nimrod then issued orders to the other nine Chapter, with the exception of the Third and 7th Legion, the remaining ten Chapter would all commit different forces to participate in the final battle of the Wheel of Fire.

When Alex issued orders in Nimrod, he used the brain implant to organize intelligence.

On his way to the tarmac, he sent the battle plan to the Kojie and ordered his captains to prepare for battle.

Upon returning to the Kojie, Alex immediately went to the hangar, where he saw the Titan's crew, ground staff, and deck laborers busily working.

Heavy cranes rumbled as they descended from the deck dome, lifting giant shells and slender missiles and transporting them to the weapons rack loading and unloading area.

A transport vehicle loaded with Vulcan bombs sped past, and artillery operators were methodically adjusting the weapons.

Alex habitually straightened his collar, fastened the brass buttons on his coat, and walked up to the broad, massive hooves of the Lagos.

He nodded slightly to the crew members who were saluting, and walked toward the armored legs.

Alex followed the steps and entered the archway leading into the Titan's interior, traversing the winding corridors with low ceilings.

He moved with lightning speed; he had already memorized every bolt and rivet in Lagos.

Alex could find every hatch and every passageway with his eyes closed.

He walked to the heavy iron gate at the end of the narrow passage, where two Graia soldiers stood guard, wearing red breastplates and green chainmail shirts.

They each wore skull masks in the style of the Graia coat of arms, carried Electric Shock guns at their waists, and held Electric Shock batons.

Alex nodded to the agile soldier. "Captain, proceed from the lower level to the middle level."

He then placed his palm on the panel, and after the red light scanned his fingerprint, the green indicator light above the iron gate lit up.

A nearby soldier turned a lever, and the iron gate opened.

He climbed the iron mesh stairs to the cockpit and inserted the authentication card into the reader.

As the bell tolled, Alex entered the cockpit.

He stood in the center of the magnificent, vaulted cabin and began to speak.

"Command bridge, Captain Alex."

The floor beneath his feet rippled like water, forming a perfect metal disc that carried him slowly upwards to the command deck.

Alex walked to the central command chair, sat down, and began to speak.

"Technicians, please connect me to the system."

Two Adeptus Mechanicus technicians dressed in red robes appeared on his left and right, and put precision signal transmission gloves on him.

The sensor is in close contact with his skin, reading vital signs.

Subsequently, an EEG sensor was placed on top of his head.

"Preparing to activate the cerebral cortex tentacles."

Alex's neck restraint ring extends from inside the head pad, with thin metal wires drawn out from the restraint ring.

Silver tendrils pierced through the corners of the eyes, climbed along the optic nerve, penetrated the skull, and finally connected with the cerebral cortex.

The tentacles of his cerebral cortex filtered and diverted the influx of information, with data such as telemetry, weapon status, and fuel levels surging through his mind.

Sensing the immense power within him, the towering figure of Nimrod flashed through his mind, and he murmured to himself.

"It feels so good to be king."

Alex immediately gave the order, "Prepare for airdrop."

While the Morning Star Titan Legion was making tense preparations, the warships of the three legions launched an orbital bombardment of the Wheel of Fire Prime.

Lance and cannonballs rained down on the Orks world below.

After the orbital bombardment ended, the three Primarch simultaneously set foot on the surface of the Wheel of Fire Prime.

The Space Wolves landed on the western side of the northern continent. Leman Russ was the first to rush out of the Stormbird, accompanied by his wolf brothers Freki and Geri.

Behind him, on either side, were Ranok Rashivian Jorin.

The Wolf King's azure eyes blazed with fire as he charged forward, leaving his offspring further and further behind.

Jorin swung his Power Axe, sending Sanchez away. He vented his anger at losing his challenger on the Ork.

Ranok Rashvin needed the screeching sound of his Chainaxe shredding the Orks to quell his anger and shame.

The Kojie jettisoned Titan drop vehicles that resembled short, thick pipes.

The high-temperature resistant device operates at full speed to buffer the high temperatures generated by friction.

Deceleration thrusters to counteract planetary gravity.

An inertial neutralizing force field protected the Titan inside, while the bolts on the internal braking frame vibrated violently during the impact.

The hatch opened, and groups of yellow-green painted Titan mechs emerged.

The instrument panel and screens in the luxurious cockpit emitted a bluish-green glow that illuminated the Titan.

The control system of the Warlord-class Titan lit up in Alex's eyes, as if it were part of his own body.

In his mind, Titan's control system appeared, and he knew clearly that the Plasma Reactor was ready and the pent-up energy could be awakened at any time.

"Braking system is normal."

"Weapons ready, ammunition fully loaded."

Alex watched the surging Green Tide, and the heavy Auspex of the Warlord-class Titan allowed him to locate the charging Orks.