The Peach Garden Triad? (Seeking follow-up reads)

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!!"

A piercing alarm echoed through every corner of Tizca, the City of Light.

"Ork warships and Imperium battleships have crashed in the civilian pyramids in the northwest corner. Evacuate personnel immediately!"

Tens of thousands of Imperial Guardsmen rushed towards the crash site, filling the streets in an instant.

Crowds of people flowed against the Imperial Guardsmen, shuttling past them. Although they didn't know what they were about to face, it didn't stop them from fleeing for their lives.

"Damn it! What are the orbital ships for! They couldn't even detect such large warships!" a Commissar in an Imperial Guardsman uniform stood there, cursing loudly.

"Uh, Commissar. It seems the ships appeared suddenly above Tizca, and didn't cross the orbital ships," a newly arrived artilleryman mumbled beside the Commissar.

After all, his uncle worked on an orbital ship, and he was somewhat complaining that the Commissar didn't understand the situation.

"You're new, aren't you?" The Commissar gave him a sideways glance.

The soldier replied foolishly. "Yes! Hehe, I'm honored to join the Imperial Guardsmen."

Compared to the elite Astartes, whose gene-modding process was complex and had a low success rate, the Imperial Guardsmen were the largest force in the Imperium, mainly composed of ordinary human soldiers.

They carried out ground combat missions, relying on their numerical advantage and tenacious fighting spirit to fight the enemies of the Imperium.

Perhaps one Imperial Guardsman was insignificant, but what if there were ten trillion?

"The troops ahead said the Orks on the warships are very powerful. I've decided to give you an important mission," the Commissar patted the soldier's shoulder.

The soldier felt a sense of foreboding and said, "Commissar, it's difficult for me alone..."

"I have a Stone Lizard Cannon Tank here. Take it and blast them to hell."

The Commissar interrupted him in time and threw a Stone Lizard Cannon Tank at him.

"No, Commissar, I..."

As the new recruit pointed at his own nose, about to say something, the Commissar kicked him into a Chimera Armored Personnel Carrier.

"Kid, you're done for! The Commissar told you to keep firing, and you'll get mechanical ears when you get back."

An old soldier beside him gave the new recruit a pitying glance, then violently turned the steering wheel and charged towards the location where the warship had fallen.

Then, they saw an Ork sweeping away tens of thousands of Imperial Guardsmen. Even large-caliber artillery shells were easily swatted away by him.

"Gulp~ Brother, are the Ork xenos that powerful? We can't even stop one Ork?"

The new recruit swallowed, his mouth tasting bitter, his eyes full of shock.

It was as if a green giant was wantonly destroying everything, and they were merely small ants in its eyes.

"Huh~ That's not right! When did Ork xenos become so powerful?"

"They used to be one shot, one kill. And why is this Ork only destroying weapons?"

The old soldier frantically scratched his head; this was not how he remembered battles.

Could it be that the Orks had evolved to this extent?!

In the end, he had no choice. When in doubt, call for fire support. The old soldier turned to the new recruit and said, "What are you still standing there for? Fire!"

"Oh, oh!" The new recruit snapped out of it and directly pressed the launch button.

Rumble~

The deafening sound made the new recruit's ears ring. He saw the old soldier beside him saying something, but he couldn't hear it at all.

He could only frantically reload and fire, fire, and fire again.

Until he saw the old soldiers looking terrified, he turned his head and shouted, "What did you say? I can't hear you now! Speak louder~"

And when he felt a shadow block him, he turned around again and saw that the cannon barrel, which was originally aimed at the enemy, had been bent at a 180-degree angle and was pointing at him.

"You've been having a blast, haven't you! I told you I'm the Primarch of the Imperium's Soul Drinkers Legion, and you just kept shooting."

"Kid, you're quite brave."

Francis pulled the soldier up. He didn't expect the kid to be so easily scared and fainted on the spot.

The old soldiers around them kept their eyes on their noses and their noses on their eyes, not daring to speak.

"Francis, hurry back, our mission is important," Leman Russ waved awkwardly from the side.

"Sixth Brother, were you doing that on purpose? Waiting until I was in such a sorry state before coming out," Francis narrowed his eyes and looked at Leman Russ.

Not long after the crash, Francis had come out.

But he didn't expect to encounter a group of Imperial Guardsmen as soon as he came out. No matter how much he said he was from the Imperium, they didn't believe him and attacked him with various dangerous weapons.

If he hadn't tried his best not to cause casualties, there wouldn't have been enough space on the ground for the fallen.

Just as he could no longer stand it, Leman Russ finally descended from the battleship with his men and stopped the fight.

"How is that possible? We are brothers! The situation was special at the time, and it was difficult for us to find an exit."

Seeing that Francis still didn't believe him, Leman Russ pointed to the maintenance crew behind him and said, "If you don't believe me, look. They're still throwing up. Your piloting of the warship was too intense~"

Francis: "..."

"Speaking of which, when are you going to change back? You still look like an Ork right now, no wonder they attacked you."

Hearing this question, Francis's heart skipped a beat. "I think I ate quite a bit, and I don't know how long it will last."

Leman Russ: "..."

Adeptus Custodes and Soul Drinkers: "..."

A group of Astartes warriors with an Ork in their midst walking down the road was quite a strange sight for both the Imperial Guard and the civilians.

Francis even unconsciously clasped his hands together in front of him.

Until.

They reached the golden pyramid at the center of Tizca.

Members of the Thousand Sons Legion lined the sides of the road, divided into two teams.

Just as everyone had arrived, a large door slowly rose from within the pyramid.

Magnus strode towards them with agile steps.

"Leman Russ, since you're here, what gift did you bring?"

"Come, put this Ork in the laboratory. We'll study it later."

Magnus was filled with an ancient pharaoh's nobility.

Everyone: "..."

"Little Magnus? You don't even recognize me?" Francis stared intently at him.

"Little Magnus? This Ork can talk! This is incredibly valuable research. Quickly, get a bigger cage for him."

Magnus exclaimed, as this was the first time he had seen such a situation.

Just as the Thousand Sons Legionnaires beside him were about to move, Leman Russ quickly interrupted the dangerous conversation. "Hey, hey, hey~ Magnus, take a good look. This is the Primarch of the Soul Drinkers Legion, our brother!"

Hearing this, Magnus's brain, filled with psychic energy, couldn't quite process it. "He's just a normal..."

Leman Russ secretly wrote "11" on his hand and then pointed to the Soul Drinkers Legionnaires behind him, who were looking displeased.

Magnus looked back and forth between the Soul Drinkers Legion and Francis.

Finally.

Magnus's mind buzzed as he finally understood. His eyes widened like saucers, and he stammered, "The... the... the Eleventh Primarch isn't dead! And his Eleventh Legion isn't dead either!"

It couldn't be blamed on Magnus, as all their brothers had had their memories of Francis erased.

"But why is the Eleventh Primarch an Ork?"

Facing this question, Francis, uncharacteristically, blushed. "Ahem, there was a slight accident. I need to remain in this Ork form for a while."

Given that some matters were not suitable for discussion out in the open.

Leman Russ cleared his throat and continued, "Well, brotherly matters should be discussed inside.

"Let the warriors rest properly first; the journey has been quite arduous."

The three brothers walked out of Magnus's pyramid. Following instructions, the Soul Drinkers Legion and the Thousand Sons Legion brothers headed to the monastery to rest.

Meanwhile, the Adeptus Custodes and the Sisters of Silence remained guarding the vicinity of the pyramid.

The interior of the pyramid was complex and mysterious.

As the three entered, the first thing they saw was a corridor made of pure gold, inlaid with brilliant gems on both sides, shimmering with a captivating light.

At the end of the corridor was a spacious hall. In the center of the hall stood a colossal statue, depicting Magnus himself. He was clad in magnificent armor, holding a staff, his gaze deep and majestic.

Psykic resonance crystals surrounded the statue, emitting a soft glow.

The walls of the hall were carved with intricate runes and patterns, recording Magnus's research and discoveries in the Warp, as well as his glorious history with the Thousand Sons Legion.

"Tsk!" Francis sounded a little sour.

Leman Russ, on the other hand, found it too gaudy.

Arriving in an inner chamber, Magnus suddenly turned around, rubbing his hands together.

"Heh heh, has Father finally come to his senses!"

Francis: "???"

Leman Russ: "???"