Chapter 63: The Green Tide Sweeping the World (Please Read)

The whole world is burning.

The war with the orcs has been going on for a whole year, and there is no doubt that they have fallen into a disadvantage.

Although they had annihilated billions of xenos across the world of Corcyra, the number of enemies was endless. Their defenses were broken through again and again, and the originally prosperous forging world almost completely fell into the hands of the beasts.

"This is a humiliation to the 18th Legion!"

Castle Vaughn wrapped himself in the scarred Terminator armor, and he led his comrades to stand in the fortress leading to the starport. The battle on the world of Corcyra has undoubtedly been defeated across the board, but at least they can cover the retreat of the civilians and mortal armies on the planet and preserve the vitality of the empire.

Among the eighteen Space Marine Legions, few other Legions value mortals as much as the Eighteenth Legion.

Although no one dared to question their bravery.

But in the eyes of some commanders in the empire, such behavior is simply unreasonable and a completely meaningless sacrifice. Everyone's life is currency in the hands of the Emperor, and it is obvious that the lives of Astartes are more precious than those of mortals.

They should have sacrificed their lives on more worthy occasions.

It is a waste to die fighting to protect mortals.

But Vaughan disagrees.

The Empire exists on the basis of the lives of these mortals. The meaning of the birth of the Astartes is to protect mortals from the dark aliens.

There is no honor in retreating before mortals.

Therefore, Vaughn led his eight thousand Space Marines to station in the fortress leading to Cyberport, facing a wave of hundreds of millions of orcs, buying time for the mortals to retreat.

The war has begun.

The violent explosion spread from the mountains at the end of the field of vision to the burning Cyberport.

The barrage fired by the enemy was very messy, and their weapons were even more primitive, but the damage they caused was devastating. The orcs' attack was unorganized, but their numbers were overwhelming, coming like a green wave overwhelmingly.

Vaughn looked up.

Raindrops of artillery fire fell from the rolling dark clouds, and the dense shells hit the ground like heavy hammers.

Most of these crudely made shells could not even be successfully detonated, but there were enough of them. The continuous sound of artillery was deafening, and the ground was blasted with gaps, leaving traces of flames and ashes everywhere.

boom!

Vaughn used the Typhon super-heavy tank beside him to fire back.

This weapon, named after the ancestor of all demons in Ancient Terra, possesses the most destructive power of all land warfare weapons.

Each artillery shell is enough to destroy a small city. The white blazing light tears through the fog of war. The mountains in the distance are directly melted by the fierce artillery fire, and thousands of greenskins are included in the orange atomic flames. Turn into ashes.

But this is not enough!

The movement caused by the firing gave away his position.

Groups of artillery shells fell from the sky. At first, the Typhon tank could rely on its own bulletproof armor to intercept them. But those shells kept hitting the tank like hail, and the machine soul let out an overwhelmed wail. The barrel and the main body of the tank both cracked under the brutal attacks of the orcs.

Boom!

The gunpowder inside the shell was ignited by the flames and exploded.

The moment the orange fireball exploded, Vaughan had already closed his eyes and jumped sideways into the trench not far away. Wearing Terminator armor, he was much taller than an ordinary Space Marine, but even so, his body was still lifted dozens of meters away like a light leaf.

"My lord, it's a good thing your ass isn't hanging from a tree."

The captain of the second company, Artrus Nomin, grabbed Vaughn's thighs and pulled him out of the soft ashes like a carrot. His dark face looked a little whiter due to the large amount of dust. He grinned, and the gap in his front teeth was very obvious.

Even in such a harsh environment, Nomine still maintained his humor.

"Where the hell are the trees in this place!"

Vaughn's mouth was full of dust. He spat out bloody spit and then stepped on him hard. It seemed that what he was stepping on was not his own spit, but an orc who was crying for his father and mother.

"Our situation is not optimistic, sir." Nomin shrugged his shoulders: "The thermal imager was damaged in the explosion just now. Our visual range is not high, but the number of enemies is obvious, and we will not be able to hold on for long."

Here they come——

That terrifying roar tore the glory of the 18th Legion into pieces.

WAAAGH! ! ! !

Vaughan frowned and breathed heavily.

The orcs' roars came through the fog of gunpowder and ash, unnerving him.

But at this time, it is more important to stay calm.

"Olaix!" Vaughn used the communication channel to contact Cyberport, "How is the situation over there?"

Oleks is a technical sergeant of the Eighteenth Legion. He was sent by Vaughn not long ago to organize the evacuation of civilians. The magnetic voice of the technical sergeant rang out amid a blur of electric current, "The last batch of civilians are boarding the battleship, Your Excellency, company commander!"

"Have any other civilians arrived at the starport?"

"No," Oleks replied, "These are the last civilians."

Finally, the evacuation was completed. The soldiers of the 18th Legion attracted all the attention of the orcs, and innocent people were able to escape from this world.

"Everyone listen!" Vaughn shouted excitedly, "Our mission has been completed, and now we are ready to evacuate!"

"By the way, Orlex!"

While organizing the evacuation of the legion, Vaughn did not forget to ask: "Have we received a response to our call for help? These orcs must be destroyed in the Anteros system. Once they spread to other worlds, the consequences will be disastrous."

The vitality of the orcs is extremely tenacious, but their essence is some kind of fungal organism.

Even if an inconspicuous orc fart spirit appears in the imperial world, they can pull the entire planet into the vortex of war in a very short time.

Tsk——

Orlex's voice became a little blurred in the roaring background.

"We got a reply. An entire legion led by the Primarch is coming from the other side of the starry sky."

"Which legion?"

Vaughn grinned. There was no better news than this.

He excitedly stroked the head of the second captain Nomien with his big hand, causing the latter to grin with dissatisfaction.

"Ultramarines or Iron Hands, even Space Wolves will do!"

Vaughn was anxious to get an answer.

"It's the Ninth Legion!" Orlex's voice disappeared in the fierce artillery fire, and his voice stopped abruptly: "Damn it, the starport is being bombed by greenskins, and there are orcs everywhere. We can't hold on for too long!"

We couldn't stop them--

Vaughn's heart sank, and this surging green tide swept across the land like a plague.