The Goldenest, the Biggest, the Brightest

Battle Moon.

A planet hollowed out and heavily modified by Orks, capable of autonomous Warp travel and deployed into the real world for plunder as needed; however, deploying such a terrifying device would take more time.

Because this thing is just too big.

To teleport an entire planet directly to the enemy's face, allowing its gravitational field to affect the enemy planet, causing severe geological disasters or even its disintegration.

Once inside the star system, the combat satellite will shatter the target planet with a powerful traction beam and suck its debris to its own surface to "grow".

Due to its enormous size, the Battle Moon can accommodate countless Orks fleets and ground troops, launching a massive attack while tearing apart enemy surface defenders with gravity. When facing enemy fleets, its gravity weapon, the "Gravity Whip," can crush enemy battleships with a single shot.

The Battle Moon is the Orks' most powerful weapon.

However, these powerful and rugged tactical satellites are not entirely ineffective. Ten thousand years ago, when the Emperor personally led Ork Empire of Ullanor, Emperor demonstrated his methods for dealing with them. Simply killing the Orks leader would cause the Orks army to collapse.

Without the protection of the Waaaaagh field, the entire Battle Moon will shatter into pieces, and the Orks army will fall into infighting and collapse.

The problem is that this kind of weapon is everywhere in the Solar System today.

"The Adamantua World has lost contact, and the Imperial Fists Company stationed there has most likely met with misfortune!"

"Our Astropath have gone mad, presumably due to an unknown Psychic Power field, most likely originating from Xenos Orks! Moreover, the entire world, and countless others, are reporting a dramatic increase in those falling into madness!"

"The last communications station in the Lepidus Sector has gone completely silent. We're finished, sir."

Faced with a relentless barrage of attacks from the Ork Empire, even more ferocious than those of ten thousand years ago—back then, they didn't have the power to directly crush the Terra with the Battle Moon.

This ancient Xenos, almost forgotten by the Imperium of Man, has once again displayed its terrifying fighting instincts from ancient times.

No one could have predicted that the once Ork Empire would rise again in such a short time.

At this very moment, large numbers of Space Marine have been deployed to various parts of the world to deal with rebellions, Xenos, Chaos, and heresy. The Blood Angels are fighting off the Zerg swarm in Baal and planning to revive the worlds that have been devoured and destroyed by them.

As for Ultramarines

The Ultramarines are rushing to the aid of Terra! (Nine hours to go!)

Now, their greatest reliance is only on the Imperial Navy fleet and the Astra Militarum.

Even at this critical juncture with a formidable enemy at hand, the infighting within the High Lords of Terra has not subsided.

During the meeting, the Lord Admiral refused to cooperate with the Imperial Guard and instead, for unknown reasons, gathered most of his fleet in the Golgotha Bay.

The Assassinorum Grand Master attempt to counter the influence of the Lord Admiral in the Imperial Senate, and the High Lord are once again embroiled in an internal power struggle.

They accused each other of betraying the Emperor, Lord Inquisitor attempted a coup to install a naval admiral, who was subservient to him, in the other's place.

The entire High Lords of Terra was in complete chaos.

As for the Adeptus Mechanicus, they are still in hiding.

Even as the entire Solar System is about to be engulfed by the Orks Greenskin, the Adeptus Mechanicus Sage are still trying to hide the technology of the Dark Age until the very end.

Amidst this chaos, the Battle Moon officially ascended into the skies above Terra amidst the panicked gazes of the people.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"The end has come! Your insignificant actions cannot stop his inevitable victory!"

"At that time, Terra will fall, and the galaxy will turn into a sea of fire!"

The impassioned words came from the mouth of the Space Marine who resembled Thousand Sons —though it was unclear why Thousand Sons would stoop so low as to speak for the filthy Orks and proclaim the extinction of humanity.

But reality is just that strange—

"Has he gone mad? That damned Thousand Sons has actually stooped to this level. A guy who'd act as a guide for those filthy, brainless Orks, tsk tsk tsk."

"What a disgrace to us Space Marine! As expected of the first Traitor Legions identified by the Emperor. It's already merciful enough that these guys weren't wiped out on the spot by the Emperor at Prospero."

"If it were me, there would be no more Thousand Sons in this world after Prospero."

At the same time, a large number of Space Marine and the Adeptus Custodes guarding the Imperial Palace arrived—although they didn't want to send out such a fool, it seemed that his Psychic Power was indeed difficult to deal with, and the number of people sent to surround and kill him kept increasing.

Inquisitor, Space Marine, Adeptus Custodes, and the Sisters of Silence.

"Hahaha--"

Under the siege of numerous forces in Terra, Kayan burst into laughter.

"Foolish followers of the False Emperor! Can't you see the tragic fate that is destined for you?"

"Your world is destined to fall, your fate—"

"Uh-huh."

Kayan, who had been full of confidence, suddenly stopped, and his expression did a complete 180-degree turn.

"Ah?"

"What do you mean the plan has changed? That the damned Greenskin Xenos have caused the expedition fleet to urgently need repairs, and the 13th Black Crusade is therefore temporarily suspended?"

Kayan looked up at the Battle Moon hanging in the sky with some confusion.

Aren't these Orks reinforcements you invited, Brother Dun?

Kayan a little confused.

He seemed to have oversimplified things a little.

"So what do I do now?"

Looking at the groups of Inquisitor, Space Marine, Adeptus Custodes, and Sisters of Silence on the ground, and the shuttle that had just landed in the sky, seemingly unaware of what had happened—although he didn't know who the important figures on the shuttle were, the intensity of their Psychic Power was enough to make Kayan kneel down.

Yes, what should we do?

"Well"

"Is it possible to reach a settlement?"

Hey! Are you guys even listening to me?!

"I was really not sent by the Orks. I don't know any Orks at all, and the 'end' I mentioned doesn't involve Orks either—"

Unfortunately, no one was willing to listen to the clown continue.

"Take away."

"Take this fool who sided with the Orks to the dungeons of the Imperial Palace."

"You've misunderstood! I haven't sided with the Ork Empire, I'm here for the Black Legion's third... ooh!"

The impatient Adeptus Custodes, under the control of Sisters of Silence, quickly removed the traitor's helmet, gagged him, and then punched him hard in the stomach to test if the device worked.

Perhaps because he inherited a wondrous Gene-seed from Magnus, Kayan also seems to have inherited some of Magnus's characteristics.

More trouble than they're worth.

[Chaos Warmaster! Chaos Warmaster Izekiel Abaddon!]

He will come to save me! Until he truly unleashes the thirteenth Black Far--

Even after his throat was blocked, he seemed to persist in transmitting signals using Psychic Power.

He, Kayan, couldn't let his illustrious reputation be ruined by these damned Orks!

One could argue that Brother Dun wouldn't come to his rescue, or that his act of rushing in before the outcome was even decided was foolish.

But it is absolutely wrong to assume that Kayan is a spy sent by the Ork Empire!

"Alright. We can talk about this in jail, you traitor."

Click!

It seemed as if some kind of device had been placed on him to block out Psychic Power; no more sounds came from the direction in which he was being escorted away by the Sisters of Silence.

Despite his bruised and swollen face after his helmet was knocked off, he continued to shout silently, indicating that he seemed to have a hard time accepting being mistaken for an Orks agent.

"But it seems no one cares about their existence at all. Abaddon's plan has probably failed again."

Unfortunately, judging from the final result, Kayan did not fulfill the mission entrusted to him by his brother Don.

As representatives of the Ultramarines were finally able to officially arrive before the start of the war, aside from the brief incident at the entrance of the Holy Imperial Palace, Kasgar and his party, guided by the other side's envoys, entered the High Lord's office under the gravitational pull of the Battle Moon hovering high in the sky.

According to Imperium officials, after this colossal battle moon descended upon the skies of Terra, the Ork Empire, faced with the current chaotic state of the Imperium of Man, did not choose to be the first to storm this Shrimp territory and wage war to its heart's content.

But they didn't.

Not only did they not, they also took the lead in bringing the Orks envoys to the surface of Terra in a landing craft that looked relatively normal and seemed to actually work, and negotiations are currently underway.

Diplomacy—a somewhat unfamiliar term to the Imperium of Man— is being brought up again—and it's ironic that the Orks are raising this issue before the humans are.

"It's rather unusual for Orks —it's quite surprising that those warlike creatures would keep the Battle Moon suspended in the sky."

Kasgar couldn't help but sigh.

The Orks negotiators are currently holding talks in the High Lord' government, less than half a Terra hour before Kasgar arrives.

"Take us to the negotiation venue now. Under the Emperor's orders, I will personally negotiate with the Orks."

"But."

Are the Ultramarines going to personally participate in the negotiations?

However, according to the current requirements of the Imperium's Codex Astartes, Adeptus Astartes cannot directly participate in the Imperium's domestic and foreign affairs (although this can be loosely considered diplomacy).

Especially now, on the eve of such a tense war.

They were supposed to camp at the nearby camp as arranged, then await and execute the results of the High Lord's negotiations. How could they possibly get involved?

That's enough.

Kasgar, too lazy to continue the long-winded explanation, simply said, "Lead the way."

"My lord, I understand. Please follow me."

The other party nodded and changed their path.

According to the intelligence received by the Astropath, this Chapter Master of the Sons of the Phoenix is the savior of the Chaos Invasion of the Extreme Star Zone and the Emperor's chosen one.

The Emperor's Chosen One.

Indeed, it was under the powerful influence of this person possessed by the Emperor that the once arrogant Chaos Daemons was completely annihilated by his Golden Light, and all the scum that had roamed the Five Hundred Worlds were wiped out!

The prestige of being personally selected by the Emperor, coupled with the strong support of the Ultramarines, who were once the Lord Regent's personal guards, has brought Kasgar's prestige to an extremely terrifying level.

Although he had only just set foot on the land of Terra, the reputation of Charlotte, the Chapter Master of the Sons of the Phoenix, had already spread throughout half of the human world.

Moreover, with a formidable enemy at hand and the High Lord still embroiled in internal strife, people can't help but yearn for the emergence of a hero.

A being capable of representing the Emperor's will stands up against those old and foolish High Lord.

Or perhaps the Emperor's favorite Angel — the Ultramarines!

Isn't this exactly what all Terra have been waiting for?

Not daring to be negligent for a moment, the Imperium envoy leading the way quickly brought Kasgar, his adjutant, the Second Captain commander of the Ultramarines, and other high-ranking Imperium officials from the Extreme Star Zone.

"Waaaaagh!"

"Useless trash, idiot, ptooey! Cowardly Snotling!"

"They're all Snotling, they stink! They stink even more than Squig!"

The angry roar in the Orks tone, accompanied by the sound of a hand slamming on the table, was clearly audible to Kasgar and the others standing on the steps.

Although the Orks did evolve diplomats, it seems the other party's tone wasn't one of diplomacy.

"You dare call yourself a lord in front of me? Your fleet is even less useful than the toys we Mekboy kids put together. Your Shrimp will be completely wiped out by our slashing!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Just as Kasgar pushed open the conference room door, a burst of gleeful laughter came from the Orks sitting at the negotiating table.

"Our the Beast wouldn't deign to look down on you cowardly Shrimp! Your courage isn't even as great as our most timid Snotling fellow!"

Orks typically speak a primitive, low-level Imperium Gothic that is poorly pronounced and contains a mix of "Orks" words.

Therefore, communication was possible for both Orks and humans. Most Orks communicated through this rudimentary form of Gothic.

He casually crossed his legs, one eye covered by a gold-plated monocle with a red glow, while several Gretchin behind him waved tattered gold flags to cheer him on.

His attire was similar to that of Orks, but perhaps due to tribal characteristics or a symbol of strength, he wore an unusual amount of gold jewelry, like a nouveau riche.

The Orks have risen up, haven't you been notified yet?

Opposite the arrogant Orks negotiator sat a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, wearing a magnificent navy coat, and an elderly man in military uniform beside him.

Several high-ranking officials followed behind them, all bowing respectfully—but faced with the Orks's insults, they could only turn pale and remain silent.

In the previous Void Naval Battle, humanity witnessed for the first time just how terrifying the Ork Empire had become.

The number of Battle Moon in the Ork Empire far exceeded the imagination of all the admirals—almost at the same time the war began, Battle Moon began to appear in every corner of the Solar System.

Although there was an extremely small chance that they would perish together with the enemy ships through a self-destruction, even the Lord Admiral had no better solution than the unexpected and overwhelming Orks fleet.

Even the Psychic Power boy self-destruction method recorded in the Codex Astartes —used to counter the Orks Waaaaagh field—which was identified by successive generations of the Ordo Xenos as the best way to deal with Xenos Orks, has proven ineffective in dealing with these filthy and savage bastards.

With the majority of the Space Marine deployed across the galaxy and unable to provide immediate relief, they decided to accept the Orks's suggestion: stall for time and wait for the Ultramarines to return.

Now, they've finally got what they've been waiting for.

But it definitely won't wait until they walk right up to the negotiating table.

"You're Ultramarines —what are you doing here?"

"Extreme Kid, what Extreme Kid?" the Orks continued, "Hahaha, stop pretending you have a lot of Shrimp, you idiot! No matter how many blue boys you have, our boss will smash your heads into your necks one by one!"

"Wait, negotiations are temporarily suspended—I'm sorry, but according to the regulations of High Lord Gog van Vandire of the Ministry of the Interior and the <Codex Astartes>, you are not allowed to be here."

"The Holy Scriptures?"

Kasgar did not back down. "When you talk to the Orks, why don't you use him to threaten them?"

Look at yourselves!

His voice suddenly grew louder, making the officials' ears hurt a little (if they hadn't already been replaced with mechanical parts).

"Enough!"

"I said, that's enough!"

"The Xenos fleet is already hovering above the skies above Terra, a humiliation unlike anything seen since the Horus Heresy ten thousand years ago!"

"At this critical moment for the survival of humanity, what are you all doing? Do you really think you have the right to speak on behalf of millions of worlds within the Imperium of Man?"

Kasgar showed no mercy whatsoever.

At this point, there's no point in showing any mercy.

"But what else can we do, Space Marine?"

"Based on your individual contributions to the Imperium, do you really have the right to stand here and criticize our actions?"

The older, uniformed High Lord was visibly trembling with anger.

Where did this idiot come from? How dare he disregard the Holy Scriptures and cause trouble in the High Lord's negotiation room?

What kind of level do they have to dare to talk back to them?

"That's right."

A flash of golden-red flames passed over his body; it was a magnificent purple-gold armor, distinct from the insignia of the Ultramarines.

After enduring so much, finally, finally I can officially reveal my identity today.

He took off his helmet and, amidst the continuous gasps of surprise in the meeting, continued to look at the High Lord, whose expression had drastically changed.

"That's... Hero Kasgar?"

"He's back? I heard that was the possession of the Emperor's power—it really is him!"

"Hero Kasgar has arrived! We're all saved!!!"

"Yes, I'm back."

"Now, [Leopard of the Rogue Trader Ronin] Leopard Frank, report to me whether your treasonous actions have betrayed our expectations of ten thousand years."

Amidst the whispers of the crowd, after a slumber of ten thousand years, Kasgar was finally able to reappear on the Terra and reveal his true form.

"Me! I--"

The other party seemed to stammer under Kasgar's questioning.

"I never imagined that the Imperium ten thousand years from now would be so ugly, despicable, and repulsive."

Kasgar frowned and slowly closed his eyes.

It's unbearable to look at.

It's unbearable to look at.

Shortly after, it opened its eyes again quickly.

But no matter what, he was determined to save this Imperium of Man from its predicament.

"Just as I did ten thousand years ago, I fought against the deepest darkness, and from it, guided by the Emperor's Light, I found humanity's last glimmer of hope."

"And now, ten thousand years later, our perilous situation remains the same. So—"

Kasgar's voice rose again.

"--Now, who is willing to follow me--"

"--Another expedition?!"

Not only was he directed at the Imperium bureaucrats present, but the moment he entered the conference room, he had already used his highly effective Psychic Power to project his figure and voice towards most of Terra's despairing Hive City!

"Waaaaagh!!!"

The first to respond to Kasgar was the Orks negotiator.

The guy seemed quite excited about his sudden interruption of the meeting.

"Great! Great! Very impressive!!!"

"But -- our boss, the Beast, he's the best, the most golden, the most Waaaaagh kid of all!!!"

"Your the Beast Imperium won't... wait—who?"

Kasgar was stunned.

Who?

"You mean— the Beast, he's the kid?!"

"Brother Di! Waaaaagh!"

"The most golden, brightest, and largest in the entire galaxy—Emperor Brother!!!"

As he spoke, the Orks revealed an expression of longing and admiration. At the same time, he glanced at the group of High Lord, displaying extreme anger and disappointment.

Damn it!

What happened to Brother Di's boys? They've all turned into this mess!

You little brat!

The Snotling brat ever!

"You bunch of Gretchin have let him down, now!"

"We will continue his work, continue his --"

"Great Waaagh!!!!!"