waaaagh!

Horus suddenly had a bad feeling whenever the Astartes who had left the Administratum were mentioned.

In fact, his bad premonition came true.

After these shifts ended, Astartes went directly to the Ultima Segmentum.

This star system boasts the largest area and the most worlds in the entire Imperium, and it is also the site of the most frequent wars.

And that's exactly what the Space Marines who have crawled out of that Living Hell of the Administratum need now!

Upon their arrival, they immediately contacted their Legion.

Meanwhile, within the Eighth Legion, two members of the Council of the Long Night were in charge of this area.

Aequus and Agrid.

"The Eighth Legion Department of Justice Enforcer Squad requests to join the ranks!"

"Have you finished handing over all the work?"

"Yes, the Boss Aequus, all the work has been handed over."

Horus didn't make things difficult for you back then, did he?

"Of course not, because we left the earliest."

"That's good then. Now, let's have a welcome dinner for you."

"Everything for the Imperium, the Boss!"

"Very good, very spirited. It seems you've been in that gathering place of geniuses at the Imperial Department of Justice long enough. Now, your mission is to destroy an Orks fleet."

"Excuse me, the Boss, is it an entire fleet?"

"Of course it's a full-strength fleet; don't expect us to help you."

"Report: In fact, we don't want your help either!"

They've been cooped up for far too long in that Imperium, a place teeming with extraordinary beings.

What's needed now is to vent our anger and kill the enemy fiercely.

"Then let's prepare for action!"

"Clear!"

At the same time, all the Astartes who had completed their handover from the Ninth Legion, Thirteenth Legion, and First Legion arrived here and were assigned to the same war zone.

"What a coincidence, brothers from the Eighth Legion."

"So you're the Blood Angels. It seems we share the same thoughts."

"Of course! After being cooped up in the Administratum for so long, I want to test just how strong I really am now!"

"Haha, let's see who kills more!"

"Come on, we absolutely will not lose!"

"Brothers, I think we should get to the battlefield right now, instead of just chatting here."

"Understood, brothers of the Thirteenth Legion. Where is the First Legion?"

"They've already left the field."

"Good! These guys dared to steal our kills! Charge in and crush those Orks!"

"Upholding the Blood of Sanguinius!"

"Courage and glory! For Ultramar!"

"Kill them!"

???

The Space Marines from the other two Legions all turned to look at the Eighth Legion.

"What are you looking at? Don't you think shouting like this is the most satisfying way to vent your anger? Go!"

That seems... to make sense.

Or...

"Students offer sacrifices to the God of Learning! Confucians offer Confucian thrones!"

"War! War! War!"

Then the Eighth Legion drove vehicles to pack up all the Astartes who were about to join the battle and took them away.

Don't ask why.

Because all of these vehicles were personally modified by Sandamel himself.

The speed is definitely fast enough!

"All personnel, prepare! 10-second countdown! Begin your suicidal boarding maneuver now!"

"Boom!"

When the Space Marines ' ship crashed into the Orks' assembled mothership, all the Astartes simultaneously activated their jetpacks.

Then, they rushed into the Orks warships at top speed.

"Kill!"

"For Lion El'Jonson!"

Seeing the First Legion's frenzied killing spree, the other three Astartes Legions were not to be outdone and immediately joined the battle.

However, they did not use Boltgun guns.

They used Chainsword.

Some people don't even use Chainsword; they go straight into hand-to-hand combat!

"The canned goods are here! Smash them! Waagh!"

With a roar from the Orks, their offensive became increasingly frenzied, with virtually all the Orks on the warship converging on this breakthrough point.

But for the Astartes nowadays, the more they come, the more excited Astartes become.

"It's been tough! After being cooped up in the Administratum for so long, I can finally have a good, satisfying fight! Let's fight!"

Their state of mind at this moment is undoubtedly fanatical, yes, fanatical.

All the pent-up frustration, helplessness in the face of the divine being, and anger were transformed into their fighting power at this moment!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The entire Orks warship was filled with deafening shouts of battle, but at this moment, the Astartes found themselves in a different predicament.

Not enough, far from enough, it couldn't vent his anger at the redundant work of the Imperium Civil Servant System!

Without a doubt, they, the Chainsword, and the Chainsword's Machine Spirit have all unleashed combat power twice as strong as before.

But that's not strong enough!

They need a more primal, wilder, and stronger slogan!

"Waaaaaaagh!"

Suddenly, an Orks's battle cry rang out from the Space Marines ' battle ranks.

It was this hysterical roar, filled with anger and relief, that stunned the Orks and all the Space Marines present, and they all looked toward the source of the sound.

Then they found the source of the sound.

That was a Dark Angels.

"Why did you stop? Kill them!"

The Eighth Legion was the first to react, and together they shouted out that most famous battle cry.

"Waaaagh!!!"

Upon hearing the Eighth Legion shout out, the Ninth Legion and Thirteenth Legion exchanged glances for a moment, and then also shouted out.

Now it's the other Orks' turn to be caught off guard.

Dude, what's going on here?

There are at least 13 syllable errors in the battle cries of these canned goods!

But why did they see the likeness of Gork and Mork behind these canned goods?!

Could it be that this bunch of canned food is even more waaaaagh than them?!

Wrong!

I think this isn't right!

We Orks are the most waaaagh race!

"Waaagh!"

The Orks roared their battle cries and began to charge.

But...

"Waaaaaagh!!!"

"Waaaaaagh!!!"

"Waaaaaagh!!!"

The Space Marines ' battle cry was wilder, more furious, and more unstoppable!

These battle cries, and the absolute fighting power they unleashed with each cry, made the Orks hesitate.

Could it be that these guys are really more waaagh than them?

Bang!

The very next second after the Orks finished thinking, its brain was snapped off.

The Space Marines ' formidable fighting prowess began to reshape the landscape, and at the same time, it began to reshape the Orks' perceptions.

These guys... seem to be even more... waaaagh.

Never mind.

Just because you're more waaagh than us doesn't mean we're not waaagh enough!

Since we're all in waaagh.

Let's have a big waaagh!

"Waaaagh!!!"

Three minutes later, the Orks were slaughtered, leaving only the Gretchin.

"Reporting to the Boss Aequus, the fleet has been cleared."

"Received, it really is... waaagh!"