Children, Hurry and Save Me!

"Little Horse, you're not dead!"

Ultimate Wall, Magnus, who had just dealt with the surrounding Orks and was taking a short rest, hadn't even eaten when he heard someone cursing him to death. He turned around and saw that it was Guilliman, that bastard.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't satisfy Lord Guilliman! You Ambition bastard, I'm alive and well, what? You're not happy that I'm not dead!"

Seeing Magnus's sarcastic remarks, Guilliman was at a loss for words. He quickly stepped forward and said, "Brother, I didn't mean it. Let me explain."

Thankfully, it wasn't some melodramatic soap opera set against a backdrop of supernatural tales; otherwise, it would have stretched into at least a dozen episodes. Upon hearing that the Ultramarines had lost nearly half their forces and had charged directly into the Orks army, Magnus's anger instantly subsided by half.

"That's no excuse for being late. You should have sent me a message. You kept telling me to hold my ground, saying you'd be there in nine hours. Are you kidding me?"

"What nine hours? I didn't send any messages at all. A Warp storm hit near Ultramar, cutting off all communications. What are you talking about?"

The two who had the problem with the accounts stared at each other blankly, while Mortarion remained silent. Magnus and the brat both realized what was going on, but Guilliman was still desperately trying to explain.

I believe Guilliman is not that kind of person!

"Second Brother, when did you arrive?"

Seeing Mordred suddenly appear behind him, Guilliman was deeply Moved and immediately poured out his grievances, recounting all the things he had experienced over the past two months.

When Magnus heard that Guilliman had issued Exterminatus against Olympia to avenge his best friend, Magnus immediately thought that Guilliman was a man to be trusted.

"Aren't you afraid that Peturabo will come after you Perturabo?"

"Don't worry, I dropped Virus Bomb. The planet can be cleaned up and reused. Perturabo will understand."

It's hard to say. Mordred knows what kind of personality the little girl has. Guilliman will definitely have to bleed her dry.

"Alright, stop arguing about the nine-hour support. You guys are all buddies, I told you to install the Divine Seal Terminal, but you just didn't take it seriously. Guilliman, you—forget it, you wouldn't understand anyway, so let's just leave it at that and keep it up."

"Indeed!" Magnus, a muscular man, patted Guilliman on the shoulder. As a true psionic big guy, Magnus saw things more clearly than Mordred.

In terms of pure Psychic Power potential, Guilliman, while not as good as him, could still rival Mortarion. If the 20 Space Marine Legion were ranked according to the number of Psyker, the Son of the Emperor and the Imperial Fists would definitely be Psychic Power weak points.

The Ultramarines are at least in the middle tier, with a large number of Psyker within the Legion. On the contrary, you, the Primarch, can't use any psionic Psychic Power at all. You're Primarch novice, yet you insist that this is a superpower resulting from genetic mutation.

Please, Mordred told him everything. You encountered the Chaos attack while searching for Angron, and you even fought the Daemon Primarch. Now you've completely forgotten. You truly are a Psychic Power Muggle.

Mortarion, on the other hand, thought Guilliman was alright. He believed in Numerology and disliked that kind of nonsensical Psychic Power magic.

Guilliman felt that a thick barrier had separated him from his brothers. They were all the same, and they believed in the Imperial Truth, so why couldn't he understand what they were saying?

The Four Merchants also want to know: why won't you answer our harassing phone calls after we've been calling you for so long? Are you deaf or blind?

But Guilliman soon had to stop wallowing in self-pity, because a Star-whisper Transmission from Holy Terra was sent to everyone:

"The Sol Sector has been attacked. Traces of the Ork Homeworld of Ulano have been discovered. Provide immediate support."

Meanwhile, not only the Silent Foundation IV, the Midnight Lords, the Salamanders, the Emperor's Sons, the Space Wolves, and the Dark Angels, but almost every legion that had cleared out the surrounding green-skinned aliens received a request for support from Holy Terra.

Even Perturabo, who was still crying his eyes out in Olympia, received the news, and there was an extra note that Kalliphenni was safe and sound.

Without giving it much thought, after battling the Orks, everyone understood that these Xenos had to be eradicated completely, and they absolutely could not be allowed to recover.

Nearly two months was enough time for the Imperial forces to return to the interior. Faced with the overwhelming human fleet, the Orks witnessed for the first time what true human wave tactics were.

They were caught completely off guard; otherwise, the Orks could never have inflicted such losses on the Empire, which was at the peak of the Great Crusade.

However, in reality, the losses were not as great as those caused by the Randan Xenos. The worst off were the Iron Warriors, who were the first to face the Green Tide because they were close to the Galactic Core, and in the end, Guilliman burned down their home base.

With the Ultramarines, nearly 300,000 Space Marine marched triumphantly towards the outskirts of Nikaea to aid the Night Lords.

Upon arriving in Nikaea, the Four discovered that the Son of the Emperor and the Salamanders were also there, along with Fulgrim, Koz, Vulkan.

The group grew large again, becoming the Seven.

They asked each other and found out that they had also received requests for help from Old Man Huang.

Even so, no one thought much of it. Instead, they believed that the frontline soldiers were in dire need of support and needed to be sent to them immediately.

But once they entered the Sol Sector, they discovered that it wasn't like that at all; the Orks of the entire Sol Sector had already been wiped out by the Moon Wolves.

An indescribable eeriness permeated the Primarchs until the world called Ulano came into view, reaching its peak as if it had been pre-planned. When the group arrived at Ulano, the Dark Angels, the World Eaters, and even the Space Wolves— three legions vastly different from Ulano— also arrived simultaneously.

By this point, almost everyone had guessed the general idea, except for Zhuang Sen, the true barbarian, who still couldn't figure it out.

Sure enough, when the Expeditionary Force arrived in Ulano to launch a counterattack against the Orks, they saw the Moon Wolves locked in fierce combat with the Orks.

What else could be done now? They were Orks after all; they had to be killed. However, many legions started slacking off.

And they tacitly handed over the main battlefield to Moon Wolves.

Even so, that damn Yellow Skins always manages to come up with something new.

As the battlefield gradually advanced, a Mega-Gargant Ork nearly 12 meters tall appeared before everyone's eyes, fighting against the Emperor. Meanwhile, our Lord Master of Mankind Man, who could compress stars with his powerful Psychic Power, shaping them into small balls, and engage in void battles with the Randan Empress, whose every move could tear the earth apart and who dared to stand up to the Khorne, was being choked and was on the verge of suffocating.

"Children, come save me!"