Sending a Telegram to Sevitar
The Atlasian, who were gathering their troops, were completely stunned. Half of the empire was covered by noisy interstellar signals, and Orks were rampaging everywhere.
This only Expeditionary Fleet and remote worlds without the Divine Seal Spire; Orks invasions have already occurred in Orctavius, near the Serenity Sector alone.
As the saying goes, "an army marches on its stomach. "Atlas was in charge of logistical support, with most of his legions scattered throughout the Empire, picking up scraps from the Expeditionary Force's heels.
Moreover, the legion was already small in number, with only over 40,000 people so far. Only three large cities remained in their hometowns due to different divisions of labor, and the sudden appearance of Xenos Orks came right to their doorstep.
"I'm sorry, Little Ma, I hope Guilliman won't be late. Things are much tougher here than they are there, you have to trust Guilliman!"
Looking at Orctavius, who was now in complete chaos, Mordred was speechless. He immediately had the Astropath send a message to Magnus, hoping he would stay strong.
Because of the fact that Orks gradually become stronger as the intensity of the war increases, the best approach is to take advantage of their weakness and cripple them all at once, without giving them any chance to engage in a protracted battle.
The Orks army that now covers the Empire proves that the Orks have evolved to a certain extent, at least possessing the ability to travel through interstellar space.
This is no longer a minor, harmless fight against ordinary Xenos; we must Strike Hard!
As expected, as soon as the interstellar communication was sent, Mordred instantly received battle reports from various legions. Everyone else was already fighting, and even the Krieg on the edge of the Sol Sector had discovered Orks.
What's worse, multiple Orks legions appeared near the heartland of each legion, indicating a planned and premeditated full-scale war. Meanwhile, Serenity only had a lone, abandoned Orks mothership.
The Night Lords, who remained in Terra, rushed to Nikaea to stop the Orks army. He was facing at least two Orks Battle Moon and was now in a frenzy, frantically sending messages to his Second Brother to come and support him.
Chemos's Orks horde even broke into the core world of the sector, and they even discovered a large number of giant Orks over 5 meters tall.
The most brutal urban warfare has begun.
In contrast, the Orks army turned up its nose and fled from Salamanders' home Nightfall Star, due to its extremely harsh environment.
They even look down on Orks.
But there was good news: the Salamanders were on their way, and Mortarion, far away in Barbarus, had even sent him a telegram through the Astropath.
"Second Brother, wait for me! You must hold on! The Death Guard will arrive in just seven days."
Whether Guilliman is reliable or not is unknown, but Mordred believes that Little Mo is definitely a reliable person. When the two legions work together to kill these Orks, they can free up their resources to support the other legions.
Looking at the red scars scattered across the empire, the Four Heavenly Kings in the command center were quite worried. They were supposed to be the logistics support, but they were unable to transport supplies to the front lines. The entire empire was in chaos.
Then they heard their Primarch suddenly turn from sorrow to joy, letting out a satisfied laugh.
Why is Father laughing?
"Why are you laughing? I'm laughing at that Gao Ge's lack of strategy and Mao Ge's lack of wisdom. As long as Little Mo's heavenly soldiers and generals arrive, forming a pincer movement with Atlas, the mere Orks will be nothing more than a stubborn skin disease."
"Don't panic. Look at the state of yourselves! Don't underestimate us just because we are few in number. We have nearly 100,000 Spartan troops maintaining order in the sector. We Atlas are not afraid of a war of attrition."
Goff, how many Imperial Fleet remain in the sector?
"72, 43, 87, 106, plus the 315th Army Group which is currently resting and replenishing its personnel, there are a total of five fleets in the sector."
Don't let Mordred's usual laziness and lack of strategic thinking fool you; he's lazy. When it comes to controlling the battle, he's second-rate. Does he really think Atlas is just a lowly soldier hiding in the back, transporting supplies?
"Your Kiya were really underestimated!"
Seeing the Orks marks scattered throughout the empire, Mordred, as a decision-maker, did not hesitate and made the same choice as Magnus, issuing several military orders in succession:
"Order Atlas Eighth Company to lead the 72nd, 106th, and 87th Expeditionary Fleet to attack Chemos. Make sure to protect the surrounding Industrial World. After rendezvous with the Son of the Emperor' remaining forces, Tom, you must support the Night Lords immediately."
Send a message to Koz, no, to Sevitar: I don't want casualty figures, I just want Nikaea. Even if they wipe out the Legion, we absolutely cannot allow a single Orks to enter the Sol Sector.
"Understood, Father!" Tom turned and left immediately upon receiving the order, without the slightest delay, even though it would force two naval fleets and his own Eighth Company to face the main Orks force head-on. But an order is an order.
"The Khan, you will lead Atlas I and the 43rd and 315th Army Group to raid Prospero, and I will give you another 30,000 Spartan garrison troops."
That idiot, Little Ma, took all the resources and went on a wild spree. The remaining men can't hold them off at all. Your job is to stall, stall until the main imperial force returns to defend the interior."
"What about Serenity?"
"I'm here." A figure stepped out from the crowd. When most people saw this figure, which was almost identical to the Imperial Fists except for the Atlas Paint Scheme, their first thought was, "Who is this guy?"
"I am Livyere!"
Since Mordred returned to the Legion, he has been relegated to the lowest ranks, currently serving as the Seventh Company. Livyere is practically invisible within the Legion; not only new recruits, but even many veterans don't recognize him. He lives like an urban legend.
As one of the civil engineering duo, Livyere did not follow the Atlas reinforcements to various legions like Fourth Company Captain Gawain, but instead spent nearly half a century building defenses in the Serenity Sector.
Mordred held his heir in high regard, and at least a quarter of Atlas's financial expenditures were poured into this defensive line, all of which was managed by Livyere.
With such a massive amount of resources piled up without regard to cost, no one can break through this Impregnable Defense Line unless they are besieged by three legions at the same time.
"Father, with our Seventh Company here, not even an Orks, let alone an orc, can get into the sector. Our Maginot Line is absolutely impregnable."
While enjoying the spotlight, Liviel did not notice that after he named the defensive line without permission, his Good Father's eyes suddenly sharpened, and a green light began to glow on his large hands.
"You all go assemble the troops. Livyere, stay behind. I have something to tell you."
After all, they weren't some lowly Emperor. The unfortunate child was almost a hundred-year-old, so they had to save face for him.
When only the two of them remained in the command room, the door suddenly slammed shut. Before Livyere could even speak, Mordred launched a massive attack.
Why did my father hit me? Was my performance not entertaining enough?
..."
"It's nothing, I just noticed a mosquito on your forehead. Your father knows you're an honest person, and the name Maginot is a bit unlucky, so let's call you The Ultimate Wall instead."
Don't argue with me. If you dare to argue with me Dorn that stinky rock Dorn, I'll pull out this belt, and then you'll only be able to choose stars and blocks.
His gaze lingered on the sturdy leather belt for a moment, and Livyere ultimately concluded that his father was right; as far as he knew, as early as 3,000 years ago...
During that period, various feudal superstitions existed in the civil engineering industry.
It seems that whenever a major infrastructure project is underway, some reclusive masters are invited to perform rituals. It's better to believe in these things than not!
"Good boy, now it's time to test all your hard work over the years. The Seventh Company is our reserve force, you absolutely cannot move. The task of guarding the base is entrusted to you. I'm going to meet those Orks bastards who are asking for death."
With Mordred's order, the long-dormant Atlas began its maximum mobilization. Meanwhile, in the T'au Star Sector, Perturabo finally received news of a Xenos attack on the heart of the Empire.
"Olympia has fallen? Oh no, my sister is still there!"