Preparing to Reclaim the Field (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Deep within the Adeptus Mechanicus.

In ancient and solemn research institutes, Tech-Priests bustled through dim corridors and between towering shelves. Their goal was singular: to transport and protect precious STC Devices and data.

STC Devices, as the crystallization of ancient technology, were invaluable and their importance self-evident. The Tech-Priests, clad in specialized power armor and wielding precise handling tools, moved with utmost caution.

In the conference room, the walls were inlaid with gleaming metal plates, and the ceiling hung with complex gears and drive mechanisms that slowly rotated.

At the center was a round table crafted from an unknown alloy, inlaid with a massive holographic display screen currently showing the strategic deployment of the Guardians on Mars.

The high-ranking officials from various factions of the Adeptus Mechanicus were gathered.

Martian Forge Master Kelbo Harr squinted at the messages from the Soul Drinkers. He could understand every word individually, but when put together, they made no sense.

"Isn't this ridiculous? How could Orks listen to him? He's not an Ork!"

"Exactly! Exactly! If researching Ork Technology is our people's job..."

"What's so great about Orks? I believe Rand would be better than them!!!"

"We're talking about how to deal with the Orks right now. After all, there's still a lot of STC technology out there. It would be a shame if it were destroyed..."

Martian Forge Master Kelbo Harr looked at the scene before him, the constant bickering giving him a terrible headache. He even felt like re-establishing an entire Mechanicus!

"Enough! All of you, be quiet!!" Kelbo Harr roared in anger. "Prepare to deploy the Warmaster-class Titan. If we can't prevent the STC from being damaged, we'll just have to accept it."

"Perhaps Francis can do it! The Soul Drinkers are monitoring Francis's every move. We can see how it goes."

With that, they activated the holographic projection.

They saw the Ork designated as Francis joyriding in an Ork Warship, crashing into everything. Whether it was Orks or Guardians, Francis smashed them to bits!

The difference was, he only crashed into the leaders of Ork groups, while he simply ran over Guardians as if they weren't there.

"General, is he truly a Primarch of the Imperium? How does he feel more like a blessed 'Ork Primarch'!"

Faced with his colleague's question, Kelbo Harr was silent for a long time before finally managing to say, "It should be fine!"

Everyone: ...

On the battlefield.

Francis's Ork Warship, like a steel behemoth, rampaged across the battlefield, crashing into everything.

The hull was covered in various Ork totems and symbols, every detail revealing the pride and faith of their respective tribes.

The warship's power came from two reactors salvaged from who-knows-where. A massive turret was mounted on top, equipped with a variety of weapons, from heavy machine guns to flamethrowers, everything imaginable.

Around the warship, various sharp steel spikes and Ork skulls were hung.

Every time after a victory, he would scatter a handful of Ork teeth~

As time passed, Francis gained more and more Orks under his command, who followed him, shouting "Waaagh!"

Finally.

They reached the front lines of the war.

Ork Titans, covered in heavy armor, bore Ork totems and battle scars. Their massive weapons, like giant warhammers, serrated blades, or flame-spewing maws, vibrated with each step.

The Ork Titans charged, their heavy steps like mountains as they advanced towards the Alpha Warlord Titans.

Giant warhammers swung through the air, emitting deafening roars, attempting to shatter the Titans' armor.

However, the Alpha Warlord Titans did not retreat. Relying on their sturdy armor and powerful firepower, they successfully repelled the Orks' attacks and began to counterattack.

The roar of Volcano Cannons echoed through the sky, and massive fireballs erupted from the Titans' maws, instantly engulfing the Ork Titans before them in flames.

Yet, the Ork Titans were not easily defeated. With their tenacious vitality, they continued to charge towards the Alpha Warlord Titans.

Plasma Annihilators unleashed scorching light, tearing the Ork Titans' armor to shreds.

At this moment, Francis, who had grown to over ten meters tall, declared, "Mechanicus Titans, retreat immediately. I'm taking over here!"

Unfortunately, the Mechanicus Titans saw this and screamed, "Holy crap! There's a giant, talking Ork here! Quickly, destroy it!"

With that, more Titans charged towards Francis, drawing their weapons and firing at him.

Francis: ...

The Ork Titans beside him, however, charged forward, smashing the barrels of the enemy weapons aside with their hammers, and roared at Francis, "Waaagh!"

"Waaagh!" Francis responded.

He immediately leaped onto a Titan, ripped off its mechanical arm, and repeatedly hammered its body.

Anyone attempting a sneak attack was immediately intercepted by other Ork Titans, and a chaotic melee ensued.

As the Mechanicus Titans dwindled, someone in front of the holographic projection suddenly said, "General, is your second brother really reliable!"

Kelbo Harr: ...

Now, they sent out more Titans and had already deployed Francis's Ork Warship, the "Super Grenade."

Several black and white Warlord Titans carried the pure black Ork Warship and marched out.

Behind the Ork Titans, several Ork Warlords, over three meters tall, seeing Francis's massive size, declared they still wanted a fight.

Unfortunately, three-meter-tall Orks were like chicks in front of Francis; they couldn't even reach him when he pushed their foreheads.

A few punches were thrown, and they all became obedient.

"All you Gretchin over there, keep up, you're coming too!"

"Everyone on board! I'm taking you to fight a Primarch!"

Francis stood on the Ork Warship, rallying his Ork Boy subordinates to board.

An Ork Boy asked in confusion, "Do you even know what a Primarch is?"

"Don't know, what's a Primarch? Can you eat it?" another group of Ork Boys replied.

"Who cares, there's a fight to be had, maybe we can even eat a Primarch."

"Bullshit! If anyone's eating, it's me first!"

"I've already finished! I'm going to eat!"

The two groups of Orks started fighting as they spoke...

Before long, all the Orks on Mars were on the warships, and they were even running out of space. They even added a large, square box to the back of the warships.

With a whoosh, the Ork Warship disappeared from its location.

In the conference room.

"The Warmaster-class Titan has been activated, should it be deployed?"

A Tech-Priest walked in and saw a group of confused Adeptus Mechanicus higher-ups sitting listlessly.

"General, why don't you consider having your second brother join us?"

"How about we elect him as Warmaster? He seems reliable!"

"Seconded!"

Kelbo Hal: ...

This was the first time the Adeptus Mechanicus had reached a consensus across all factions in this year.

When he personally witnessed Francis unify the Orks, Kelbo Hal understood that some birds couldn't be caged, just like Francis!

Meanwhile, on the battleship.

"Mmm~ Why do I feel like the Primarch is more affectionate towards the Orks than towards you lot?"

"Are you really his son-Legions?"

As soon as Fabius spoke, he was glared at by countless knife-like eyes.

"You don't know anything! The Primarch has other tasks for us to do!"

"Of course, we are his son-Legions!"

Salpador raised his staff, capable of crushing the other's head at any moment.

"So, what are we going to do?" Fabius finally asked, mustering his courage.

"We're going to claim our Gloriana Class Battleship and bring the Primarch home!"

In the Warp.

The Ork Warship's radar system began to flash with alarms, indicating a large number of unknown objects rapidly approaching from the front.

Some had blood-red skin, burning eyes, and roaring mouths; others had bodies often covered in rotting flesh, pustules, and ulcers; some had many wings, eyes, and tentacles; and countless seemingly seductive Demons blocked their path.

Facing this scene, Francis turned back and roared at the Ork Boys, "Someone's blocking our way, what should we do?"

"Charge through! Charge through!"

With that, Francis pressed all the buttons on the panel. The entire warship's engine began to roar terrifyingly, and then Francis roared, "Charge!!!"

"Roar roar roar~"

Countless Chaos Demons charged forward. A layer of green energy appeared on the warship's hull, and it accelerated violently, crushing all the Demons in front of it before charging through.

The Demons on both sides: ???

They stared blankly at the meat paste on the ground, which gradually regenerated. Then they turned and pursued the Ork Warship.

The Ork Warship was so fast that Francis couldn't even see the scenery in front of him. Only the sounds of collision from outside the ship told him that the ship had been through many places.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the entire warship became much quieter and sped straight towards Istvaan V.