Final Battle, Ork Overlord

For a moment, the entire holographic conference fell into absolute silence.

Apart from Guilliman, who had prior knowledge of the situation, no one would have known that Philus would lead her legion to storm in at this time.

"Philus, this is not a place for you."

"Father, every one of us brothers and sisters is fighting for a common goal of the expedition."

"Isn't it a bit hasty to appoint the Warmaster in this way?"

She chose to argue her case based on reason.

As an absolute hero of the Great Crusade, she and her invincible mechanized forces contributed to the Imperium of Man's conquest of no fewer planets than the Great Crusade Lunar Wolves.

Philus always believed that she was determined to get the position of Warmaster.

As for their relationships, Philus is closest to the Fulgrim and the Third Legion, while the Salamanders and the recently returned Raven Guard have also been following the Iron Hands.

Most importantly, and also far superior to Horus, her relationship with the Martian Mechanicus was much better than Horus's.

As the other head of the Aquila, the support from the Adeptus Mechanicus is enough to give her a reputation that surpasses Horus.

It is clear that the Martian Mechanical Fabricator-General, along with a large number of internal forces, placed their hopes on Philus from the very beginning.

If she could become Warmaster, rather than being led by a technically skilled individual like Philus Horus only interacted with the Adeptus Mechanicus, they would be more willing to entrust Philus with testing and experimenting with new technologies.

Compared to the Lion El'Jonson, who only talks the talk but has no real support for becoming Warmaster, Philus is a truly formidable competitor who has conquered as much of the world and received just as much support within the Imperium.

They also caught Emperor Entertainment Group of pre-selecting Warmaster today!

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Faced with Philus's accusations, the Emperor fell silent once again.

A long silence.

Although the actual time may not be long, it felt exceptionally long in the tense atmosphere where every second felt like an eternity.

"Then, Philus."

"What do you think should be done about this?"

"That's what the Emperor said."

"Ullanor is the best battlefield to test who is more suitable for the position of Imperium Warmaster." Philus was determined to win. "In this battle, I request to launch a simultaneous assault on the main star of Ullanor with Lunar Wolves. Only the one who can subdue the overlord can become the Imperium Warmaster."

A very fair proposal.

Philus was confident in her abilities—even without the assistance of other legions, with her ruthless and powerful calculations and mechanized forces, those filthy Orks would turn to ashes before her.

No matter how powerful the opponent is, they can't possibly be stronger than Philus Manus.

The meeting has ended.

With the unexpected addition of Philus, the Joint Expeditionary Fleet's original preparations will be disrupted once again.

Horus seemed to be still somewhat bewildered.

For him, the glory that seemed within reach and the most direct blessing from the Emperor had just been snatched away in an instant.

If he fails later and Philus becomes the Warmaster...

What if, just what if, at that time, the Emperor placed the Centaur gold ring on Philus's hand—

No.

No teeth or mouth pain!!!

Even a mere fantasy in his mind made Horus want to let out a superhuman howl he had never uttered in his entire life.

But he ultimately held back.

No, you must hold back, Horus!

I must win.

Hehe, I'm determined to win!

Philus, you may indeed be very powerful!

But I, Horus, also have reasons why I absolutely cannot lose!

As for the other legions

The Khan and Guilliman's peripheral harassment and clearing missions have not changed much.

Khan also seemed to be on Philus's side— Horus was simply too frightening, and he preferred to support a ruthless mechanical expert as Warmaster rather than a guy who might generate electricity right now.

At least the latter sounds like a Warmaster.

Under the new operational plan, the two legions from the Iron Hands and the Lunar Wolves will use their most proficient tactics—a barrage of artillery fire and an orbital pod drop for a decapitation strike—to encircle and annihilate the Xenos leader, Urak Uruk.

As the referee, the Emperor would command his Titan Legion to clear out the surrounding Orks when the two Primarch stormed into the fortress.

Bombing creates an absolutely level playing field for the two Primarch to compete.

So far, no one has raised any objections.

But the question is—what should be done with the Third Legion?

How will Fulgrim and her Sons of the Emperor coordinate their attacks in this battle?

With these two legions locked in fierce combat and preparing to fight to the death for the upcoming battle, the Sons of the Emperor, as the only neutral legion, seemed to be caught in the middle, caught between two opposing forces.

Sons of the Emperor have always been the most perfect legion in expeditions.

The hexagonal warrior can provide corresponding support in conjunction with any legion tactic.

However, at this time, showing favoritism to either side could incur resentment from the other side after the war.

Especially when both Philus and Horus valued the position of Warmaster so highly.

Both sides had strong reasons for not giving up.

"It's difficult."

The Pride of the Emperor

Kasgar sat at his desk in the Primarch's room, reviewing the details of the discussions regarding the next steps for the Sons of the Emperor.

Let's take a look at the current situation of the Emperor's Children Legion.

First, there's the number of Astartes in the Legion.

After the Withering Sickness was cured, and especially after Kasgar used his Psychic Power powers to save the Apothecary Melusine, the legion's numbers grew by leaps and bounds.

Even though the Legion is extremely strict in its selection of Space Marine, choosing only the best of the best, the Legion's total number of personnel has recently exceeded 200,000.

Two hundred thousand!

Like the Ultramarines and the Word Bearers, the Third Legion became one of the largest Space Marine Legions after the effects of the Withering Sickness were removed.

However, since the Emperor's Children Legion is currently an extremely useful plug-and-play support legion, many other legions have also borrowed some companies to cooperate in combat.

Currently, there are approximately 150,000 Space Marine available to be deployed as Sons of the Emperor. Excluding Space Marine stationed on key planets and those fighting as part of the Expeditionary Fleet, there are still about 100,000 Space Marine.

If we were to forcibly conscript and assemble them, 200,000 could indeed be mobilized instantly, but now is not the time for that.

Especially after the Emperor discovered that Kasgar could help him reclaim it and return it to the Primarch, he and the Legion were constantly sent to other Primarch homeworlds as honor guards to welcome their return.

To be honest, since joining the Great Crusade, the Emperor's Children Legion has not experienced many tough battles.

Many of their wars during their conquest of planets relied on surprise attacks and decapitation strikes.

Alternatively, we could have Fulgrim and Kasgar resolve the issue through diplomatic means.

Broken.

Previously, they had mocked those who only knew Word Bearers scriptures and did not participate in battles, resulting in low combat experience and low combat effectiveness of the legion, making it impossible for them to confront other battle-hardened legions head-on.

—This time it's a boomerang.

Because the Emperor's Children Legion suffers almost no additional combat losses, unlike the Iron Warriors who are frequently replenished in batches, the entire legion is in a state of continuous, long-term troop production.

And!

And there's an even more important reason— Kasgar can use Psychic Flame to heal the seriously injured!

After the war, wounded soldiers who did not die on the spot could have their organs repaired and limbs regenerated through the powerful Psychic Flame of the Kasgar.

It works very well.

It can be said that in the Third Legion, there is no need for Dreadnought. Even with multiple injuries, a simple burn from Kasgar can make them lively and energetic again.

Apothecary: "Am I a joke to you?"

This behavior of crushing the Apothecary is really going too far, especially since the Third Legion, the Sons of the Emperor, is a legion that produces a lot of Apothecary.

They were all squeezed out of work by the Kasgar and had to go to other legions to exchange and learn.

Even the Apothecary Melusine complained to Kasgar that his Psychic Flame were putting even Apothecary of her caliber at risk of losing their jobs.

With the help of the Kasgar Psychic Flame, the Sons of the Emperor have been able to win every war with an extremely perfect kill-to-death ratio. Over time, the number of Legions has gradually expanded to its current size.

The speed of development is truly unimaginable.

Kasgar's impression of the Legion was still that he had just left Chemos and the entire Legion was in a perilous situation with only a few hundred men left.

Haha, I never expected that while I was busy traveling around the various Primarch homeworlds, the Sons of the Emperor had already developed to the level of Word Bearers or Ultramarines!

"As for the deployment of legion companies, we should try not to take sides between Horus and Philus at the moment."

"Kasgar said after reviewing the overall stats for the Emperor's Children Legion," he said.

First, Second Captain, Aqua Duna. She Emperor's Children's Second Company have always followed Philus's legion closely, inseparable from each other.

"In this situation, it would be best if we also sent a company to accompany Lunar Wolves to provide airdrop support."

"Who should go? Who can take on this important task? Especially when the Iron Hands is led by the renowned Second Captain?"

Balancing is easy to talk about, but extremely difficult to achieve in practice.

If the warriors of Lunar Wolves are not capable enough and cannot play a role similar to that of the invincible company commander, although Horus, with his emotional intelligence, would certainly not directly blame Fulgrim, the thorn that Horus did not wear the Centaur gold ring will always remain in his heart.

"I recommend Thor Tavitz, the commander of the Tenth Company of the Sons of the Emperor."

"Kasgar said after a moment's hesitation."

It's definitely Tavitz; this guy will have a significant relationship with Torgaddon in the future.

However, it's best not to give Centaur gold ring to someone of this kind of relationship.

"I think he will manage to get along well with the company commanders of Lunar Wolves."

Having dealt with the issue of manpower allocation between the two rival legions, it was now his turn.

The plan was for Philus's army to bombard the Orks fortress from the front gate, while Horus's army would airdrop directly into the fortress from above.

As an absolutely neutral legion that neither of them interferes, how should the Sons of the Emperor act in the campaign?

"This is a headache. We have to ensure that we don't favor any particular legion at the same time."

Fulgrim grabbed her hair.

This is also a formality they have to do—as a neutral legion, we, the Sons of the Emperor, must at least not give anyone cause for criticism on the surface.

How should I choose a combat strategy?

"Alright, that should satisfy them now!"

The final attack plan for the Emperor's Children Legion was finalized after further discussion within the legion:

The Third Legion will serve as the vanguard of harassment, spreading chaos and panic across the planet.

In the best-case scenario, a portion of the Orks' main force can be lured out of the fortress beforehand and wiped out.

When the Iron Hands or Lunar Wolves launch their assault, the Third Legion will redeploy its support personnel to follow behind the two legions and provide auxiliary support.

At least I didn't offend anyone.

After saying that, Fulgrim pouted. "We're all brothers and sisters, why do we fight so fiercely over a so-called Warmaster title?"

"I don't know either, maybe everyone has their own specific opinion."

Kasgar sighed helplessly.

"By the way, Kasgar, what do you think of the final result?"

Fulgrim looked at Kasgar's somewhat tired eyes with great curiosity.

While outwardly appearing completely neutral, one can actually lean slightly towards one side and secretly support that person.

As long as it's not discovered, it's fine.

Kasgar possesses the ability to foresee the future and can easily discern who the ultimate victor of the Battle of Ullanor will be.

But this time was an exception.

"No, I have no way of knowing who the final winner will be right now."

I'm making predictions my ass.

How could he possibly predict something that had never happened before?

The timeline took an unexpected turn—

After the battle in which Kasgar saved the Second Captain Gardinal, Philus's ambition for the position of Warmaster only increased.

She believed that with the help of the Emperor's Children Legion and the Kasgar, she, as the Warmaster, would lead the Imperium to a better future.

As for Philus and her subordinate Iron Hands, their strength should not be underestimated.

(In Isstvan V, they achieved a terrifying record of 10,000 Fey > 50,000 Foz.)

No one, no legion, could stop her advance under her terrifying Iron Hands.

Horus is equally powerful, and his strength becomes unfathomable after acquiring the "Horus's Three Divine Techniques".

It seems that determining a winner between the two of them won't be so easy.

But it seems that Fulgrim has a new idea!

"Etc!"

"The Emperor didn't say that the final Warmaster had to be chosen from between the two of them!"

"But what if we can, at the last moment... if neither of them can handle the Orks overlord, and in the end... hehe, if I'm the one who kills him in the end, would the Emperor choose us to be the Warmaster?"

(Actually, it was Abaddon Orks Abaddon the end.)

(So he became the Warmaster, which makes sense.)

(Don't ask if he's an Imperium Warmaster or Chaos Warmaster, just tell me if he's Warmaster!)

She gazed out the window at the distant universe, a gentle smile spreading across her face.

Final Fantasy from Fulgrim.

Kasgar laughed when he heard that.

"A Warmaster? You?"

It's conceivable that Horus and Philus would become Warmaster.

Could Fulgrim be the Warmaster?

That Imperium of Man can truly be said to be finished.

"What did you say!"

"Such disrespect for the Primarch is unacceptable; I'm going to teach you a lesson!!!"

Fulgrim bared his teeth and lunged at Kasgar!

The results were outstanding.

The most crucial and grandest battle of the Great Crusade is about to officially the Veil.

In response, both the worried Emperor and the Space Marine and Auxilia, eager to give everything for the Primarch in the upcoming Warmaster War, were deeply concerned.

Or perhaps the Terra War Council, far away, is tense and expectant about the upcoming battle.

"Attention all Expeditionary Fleet, our void ships are about to begin Warp jumps. Please cease all operations for the moment."

As the broadcast echoed throughout the countless ships anchored in the Dragon Star Sector, the five Primarch Legions, led by the flagship Pride of the Emperor, stepped into the Warp Rift that shimmered with a strange light.

The warp jump in Warp is not very long, especially during the tense moment when everyone is waiting and making tactical deployments.

"Prepare to warp!!!"

Accompanied by the tremors of their impending return from the Warp to the Realspace, and the high-frequency shrieks and whispers that seemed to be constantly emanating from their minds, the group was finally able to see the full picture of this world called Ullanor for the first time.

Floating in this universe are unimaginable amounts of "garbage," or more accurately, "Gargant," floating in all directions around the planet Ullanor.

In terms of sheer numbers, they are even more numerous than them.

Not only that, there are also some small space meteorites that seem to be constantly attracting space debris scattered throughout the universe.

These Orks tech lads are building a weapon that will serve as a springboard, which they will use to travel to other star systems in search of more suitable territories, much like the [Geron].

"Attack!!!"

The voidships from the White Scars launched a surprise attack on the Orks junk warships that had not yet had time to react—countless laser cannons and torpedoes instantly blasted the Gargant near Mandeville Point, reducing it to dust once more.

Immediately afterwards, the offspring of Guilliman, just like him, spread out in all directions, launching attacks in all directions, protecting the remaining Legion warships inside, and clearing a passage to the planet Ullanor for the remaining Primarch flagships at all costs.

"Ready to complete the deployment of surface troops!!!"

At full speed, the three flagships, Pride of the Emperor, Iron Fist, and Vengeful Spirit, almost simultaneously approached its near-Earth orbit amidst the surging artillery fire from Ullanor. As for the ground-to-air facilities built by the Orks, the Emperor himself led his army to thoroughly clear these illegal structures.

Unlike the Vengeful Spirit's Drop pod that rained down like eggs, and the Iron Fist's mechanical Automated Mecha that filled the sky.

The Sons of the Emperor's raids relied primarily on their prized landing craft forces and fighter squadrons.

Even as the Orks unleashed a barrage of ground fire at their landing craft, the Sons of the Emperor swiftly completed their landing and assembly on the surface of Ullanor as the orcs dodged and weaved.

At the same time, many more Orks were on their way after hearing that a fight was taking place.

"Our numbers and strength don't support us engaging in close combat with the Orks —get on the motorcycles and follow me!!!"

The surface conditions in Ullanor were as severe as Kasgar had imagined.

Visibility was low on the yellowish-brown landscape, likely due to the Orks' inaccurate use of their hostile air weapons.

In the rubble pile containing only various kinds of steel and stone, the Gretchin who were still working hard in the Orks' Spore farms were screaming and scattering when they saw these Angel suddenly descend from the sky.

"Quick! Get on the motorcycles before the Orks surround us! Our target is the largest Orks fortress!"

Kasgar shouted over the communicator, and with a swift stroke of his blade, he cut down an Orks who dared to approach and was screaming wildly.

He charged straight at Primarch Fulgrim, who was unloading a motorcycle from the transport ship, and in a moment of close cooperation, together they shot down any Orks who dared to approach before boarding the motorcycle.

The Sons of the Emperor's goals are still far off.

Despite the low visibility on the planet's surface, the fortress, made of countless piles of waste and resembling the gaping maw of a mechanical Orks's head, was still clearly visible.

Get on the motorcycle!

Sensing the speed that even the Orks could only dream of, Kasgar's lips curled into a happy smile.

Manipulating the motorcycle's built-in Boltgun, he riddled one Orks after another with bullets, turning them into sieves as they tried to board the fast-moving motorcycle but were too foolish to do so.

But this action seems to have provoked the Orks' anger.

"Waaaaagh!"

As they drove their motorcycles and wreaked havoc across the Ullanor landscape, some other young men who also loved racing accepted the challenge from the Sons of the Emperor.

Those pieces of scrap metal actually performed like the exquisite tactical motorcycles meticulously designed and crafted by Fulgrim.

"Die!!!"

This made her furious.

While driving, Fulgrim picked up the Ignition pistol beside him and fired a barrage of shots at the ungrateful Orks motorcycle.

Ultimately, the opponent lost control, crashed into a pile of waste, and turned into a sea of fire.

"Good, that feels good."

Once he realized that no one could keep up with their speed, Fulgrim smiled with satisfaction.

Bang!

Just as the Sons of the Emperor were having a good time at the Orks farm, explosions were going off wildly at the front gate of the Orks fortress.

Although the specifics are unknown, it is conceivable that Philus's army is crushing any Orks who dare to stand in her way with their mechanized forces, like a heavy hammer.

"Hello! Calling the 10th Legion! How's the situation on your end?"

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There was no response from the other end of the communication device, seemingly because the Orks used some kind of power to block signal transmission over long distances.

Or perhaps the intense fighting caused various weapons Psychic Power explosions to interfere with communications; it's hard to say for sure.

But at this moment, they should be unable to contact the two Primarch on the ground who are constantly clashing.

"Quick! We have to catch up with them!"

As he approached the Orks fortress on the Anti-gravity Bike, looking at the holes smashed into it by the Lunar Wolves' Drop pod, Kasgar shouted.

The battle has now reached a fever pitch.

Not only did the steel torrent from Philus break through the Orks' defenses head-on, but at the same time, the Lunar Wolves that had been airdropped into the fortress were also constantly gathering.

They were also veteran Gatling Terminator who had been through countless battles.

Although they were slightly inferior to Senior Sister's steel army in terms of heavy firepower, their flexible airdrop deployment and strong individual combat capabilities allowed them to enter the fortress first.

Anxious.

This sentiment was not only present in the two Warmaster directly vying for the Primarch, but also in the hearts of every Lunar Wolves and Iron Hands.

They cannot fail, and they will not fail here!

For the Primarch's dream of Warmaster, almost every Space Marine can say they sacrificed so much on the Expeditions, hoping to give their Gene-father /mother a slight edge in the struggle for the Warmaster position.

As the Orks blocking their path were eliminated by artillery fire and shredded by Power Sword, the two Primarch were able to meet again atop the tower of the Orks' crudely constructed building.

"You! Horus!"

"Ah—sisters, it seems we share the same power."

At almost the same time, the two of them arrived at the fortress where the last Orks overlord was located.

Unfortunately, most of Philus's steel army was crippled by the Orks attack, and Horus's Gatling also suffered heavy losses.

The two Legion Primarch were now somewhat exhausted after the continuous wars with the Orks.

"You are very strong, Philus."

Horus no longer had his usual honest smile.

A person who truly wants to win will not have a smile on their face.

"But the Centaur gold ring is mine, and it can only ever be mine!"

With a strong sense of wariness towards his opponent, Horus pushed open the steel gate in front of him, which was pieced together with a huge Orks head, and charged into it, raising his Power Sword high.

"Centaur gold ring? What Centaur gold ring?"

"Aren't we competing for the Warmaster?"

Philus followed, somewhat confused.

"Quick, they're up ahead!"

Stepping over countless corpses, including those of Orks and Space Marine, and under the cover of the Iron Hands and Lunar Wolves at the rear, Kasgar and Fulgrim, with the help of motorcycles, broke through the encirclement of more Orks and arrived at the top room of the fortress.

It was a magnificent palace, displaying the unimaginable collection of the Orks overlord—large and violent mechanical equipment hung inside and outside the palace.

At this moment, the two Primarch and the Orks Overlord are engaged in fierce combat.

"Chance!!!"

Numerous projectiles erupted from the mechanical backpack behind Philus, instantly raining down on the massive Orks.

But the results were still minimal.

The Orks overlord Urruk was far more powerful than they had imagined.

The fact that Urlak Uruk could become the leader of the powerful Orks in the Dragon Star Sector, a force even Emperor struggled to deal with, speaks volumes about his status as Orks overlord.

The height of several meters made the two original beings, who were Primarch like demigods, appear as small and ridiculous as dwarfs.

Even with the two Primarch working together, they could only barely manage to cope at this moment.

Snap!

In the next instant, he roared and stretched out his giant pincers, crushing Horus's new Power Sword, and then slapped him away.

Philus, who was wielding a giant hammer and preparing to launch a surprise attack, had her hammer snatched from her hand and was thrown away as Urlak Uruk turned around in pain.

"Waaa——aagh".

"New Shrimp."

Then, Urlak Uruk turned around and looked at Kasgar and Fulgrim with his huge, ugly face covered in scars and furrows.

"Come, let's fight."

The original text had Horus soloing the fight, although I have no idea why Horus was able to solo the orc's superior who was wielding the Emperor's Orks.

But he did it solo, which is absolutely outrageous.

The strength of the Orks overlord Urruk has been increased to match his current power level.