Vapor suppressant is sprayed from large-diameter pipes to prevent overloaded machinery from catching fire.

Armed crews raise weapons, possible warp rifts and daemon invasion.

Everything is normal, no spatial abnormalities are found.

[The target has been delivered to the specified location.]

A mechanical voice said in a deep voice.

The lighting tube turned on again, the charged photosphere in the flask was exhausted, and the sharp sound stopped abruptly.

Pressure vents suck away the smoke, revealing an empty teleportation platform.

The technical expert consulted the parameters on the screen and the paper tape printed by the meditator.

When they saw the results read out, they all had happy expressions on their faces.

The Primarch and his warriors have successfully entered the most magnificent fortress on the planet Gorod.

Every time he jumps, Guilliman will have a wonderful feeling that his soul instantly crosses the subspace and the real world.

The bright light gradually faded from his eyes, and the teleportation array platform of Macragge's Glory had disappeared.

Instead, a world that was rusty, dim, and burned by the fire of industry appeared in front of him.

Sicarius, Phicles and many other warriors immediately picked up their weapons after regaining their sight.

They landed on a huge platform.

Thousands of orcs wearing well-maintained heavy armor and holding weapons roared at the more than a thousand human warriors who arrived without warning.

The size of these orcs is even more terrifying than that of Primaris, with each head reaching three meters.

The equipment on his body is completely different from the rusty equipment of the orcs outside. It is extremely exquisite and well-maintained. Even the roar is more violent than those of the orcs.

"Crush them." Guilliman roared immediately without any hesitation, and the Emperor's Sword in his hand burst out with intense light.

The Gloves of the Hand of Dominance were the first to burst out the barrage.

In an instant, several orcs in front of him were torn into pieces.

The Honor Guard were the first to respond to their lord's battle cry.

The guard members wearing blue Terminator power armor raised the bolt guns in their hands and poured out a huge amount of ammunition in one salvo, forming a firepower network that shredded everything.

In an instant, the line of orcs was covered in flesh and blood.

The distance between the two sides was so close that the outpouring of firepower did not last long before it turned into a hand-to-hand battle.

Guilliman joined the battlefield brandishing the Emperor's Sword. Wherever the sword's edge touched, golden flames rose up at a speed that was beyond the reach of the naked eye.

Relying on the terrifying power of command, he swept everything like a prehistoric beast entering a flock of sheep.

The Emperor's Sword tore apart countless orcs, and wherever it went, orc limbs flew across the sky.

His body moved in the waves of orcs as fast as lightning.

Wherever it went, the orc waves stopped and collapsed.

The Emperor's blessing and the persistence of thousands of humans gave Guilliman unparalleled power.

The Emperor's Sword danced, and a wave of flames swept across. Anything that came into contact with the flames would immediately turn into explosive debris and fly ash, and the corpses of the orcs were wiped out by his blow.

The invisible force field was released with Guilliman as the center, crushing the large group of orcs into powder.

Countless orcs abandoned everything in front of them and gathered into a furious wave and rushed towards Guilliman.

Crazy roars shook the battlefield, and they waved their weapons, unstoppable.

Even the Primaris Space Marines were overwhelmed by this terrible wave.

However, Guilliman stood like a majestic hill in the waves. No matter how the orcs attacked, it was of no avail and became a fallen corpse at his feet.

Sicarius and Phicles were both shocked by the original's invincible posture.

This was not the first time they had fought alongside the Primarch.

But at this time, they were still in deep shock.

There is no one in the galaxy who can rival the Thirteen Primarchs.

He is the incarnation of the strongest human power. Wherever he goes, the enemies of mankind will only end up lying dead.

Roar!!

A huge war cry came.

A giant orc with mechanized muscles all over his body rushed towards Guilliman, as unstoppable as a violent prehistoric beast.

Sicarius and Phicles tried to rescue him.

Before they could get close.

Guilliman turned around and swung his sword, and a huge fire dragon rushed out from the sword, turning everything in its path into ashes.

Even the violent mechanized orc is like this.

This scene is imprinted in everyone's hearts and will never be forgotten.

Guilliman and many elites formed a wedge-shaped offensive and forcibly carved a road through the green sea.

Along the way, countless orc corpses were left behind.

Everyone was fighting all the way, and it was extremely cruel.

Guilliman remained silent, only waving his sword.

There were bloody battles and countless powerful enemies were killed.

Finally, Spearhead saw the heart of the Ork Empire.

Many powerful orc warriors, even taller than the original body alone, surrounded a terrifying giant beast.

The terrible beast was much larger than the original body.

Sicarius estimated that the orc must be about fifteen meters tall.

In terms of height alone, it is comparable to the Titans of the Knights.

The behemoth's whole body is covered with heavy armor. He has a giant head, elephant-like tusks and chisel-like claws.

Those evil, cunning, war-hungry eyes looked through the steel helmet at the humans rushing toward them.

Four giant mechanical auxiliary limbs are divinely embedded in the armor of the giant beast. Each one is a deadly weapon, enough to easily crush a Knight Titan.

This is the strongest man in this orc empire, the orc warlord-Arsonist.

The elbow of the arsonist's right hand was cut off, and a huge flamethrower muzzle was implanted, which could emit a high-temperature giant fuel flame hundreds of meters long.

This flamethrower can burn the flesh and blood of a team of soldiers in just a few breaths, turning their bones into ashes.

Roar!

The arsonist looked in Guilliman's direction and roared.

Guilliman did not respond, but raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand and rushed over.

Behind him, many loyalists also burst out with strong fighting spirit, roaring and charging towards the enemy.
Chapter completed!