Chapter 124 124. The Orcs Are the Orcs of the Empire!

"Your Majesty, thank you so much, Your Highness."

"Brothers have never fought such a rich war."

"Woo woo woo"

After learning that the Primarch agreed to the People's Sons joining the Expeditionary Corps and allocating them ten 'Moon' class cruisers, hundreds of Thunderbird fighters, thousands of Expeditionary Corps standard power armor, and tens of thousands of chainsaw swords, monomolecular swords, bolt guns and other Space Marine military supplies.

The Chapter Leader of the People's Sons almost cried out.

But for Dukel and his Expeditionary Corps, these supplies are just a small part of the inventory piled up in the warehouse.

This is mainly due to Gris, the mechanical great sage who focuses on mechanical creations. It is precisely because of his existence that the Space Marine armaments of the Expeditionary Corps have always been in a state of overcapacity.

As early as Ophelia VII, when the expedition fleet was preparing to be formed, the great sage used the power and energy in his hands to renovate a powerful fleet with two Queen of Glory class battleships.

The scale of this fleet once made Dukel feel outrageous.

However, after meeting Cawl and discovering that Cawl had refurbished the Regent's Macragge's Glory and created hundreds of thousands of Primaris Space Marines,

the Primarch began to feel that these Martian oilers, known as the Great Sages, were really more outrageous than each other.

In addition to the flagship Heart's Fire, another Queen of Glory-class battleship "Om Messiah's Wrath" and its affiliated Mechanicus fleet can be said to be a large-scale forge world.

Hundreds of millions of mortal laborers and countless mechanical priests have been creating various powerful mechanical creations day and night.

It is worth mentioning that when Dukel and the scientific research team developed the exclusive armaments of the Second Legion of the 'Heart Series' and put his descendants into the assembly line, the scale of the mechanical factory on the Heart's Fire has gradually become larger and stronger.

In sharp contrast to this excess capacity is the pitifully small number of Space Marines in the expedition fleet.

Even after waking up, Duker, relying on the advantages of the heart network, quickly integrated Ophelia VII and many nearby rich worlds, which was considered to have a good foundation; and in the subsequent Great Crusade, he rescued thousands of imperial worlds and absorbed a large amount of supplies and manpower in the process.

In this process, whether it was the mortal army or the Space Marine Chapter, as long as they were willing to join, Duker would not refuse them all.

But even so, there were too few Space Marines in the Great Rift. Even if the People's Sons Chapter that had just joined the organization was included,

the number of Space Marines under the expeditionary corps was only about 30,000.

But this was much better than the early days of the expedition. When Duker had just integrated Ophelia VII, a world known as the second holy land, he had only about a thousand Space Marines.

Fortunately, this is the base camp of the Sisters, with a large number of combat nuns; and Duker later developed single-unit enhancement technologies such as "Life Magnetic Field" to enhance the combat power of mortals.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to start the Dark Expedition with the combat power of the expeditionary corps.

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After the People's Son joined, the millions of engines of the expeditionary fleet roared again and returned to Baal.

In the past few days of returning, Duker went to see Vulkan several times again, or the forging brother of the People's Son, Nakluf.

Because of the lack of subjective will, the other party's genetic ability is almost in a completely dormant state, and it looks no different from mortals, without showing any characteristics of demigods.

Duker collected some biological samples from him and began to formulate a plan for the Orc Network.

Vulcan's sudden appearance was a surprise to him.

Before that, he transformed into Brother Du and was alone in the Orc Network, and it could be said that he was making a living in the territory of the two gods.

But now, there are two Primarchs and two Orc Gods in the Orc Network. When the number of people is the same, what basis do you have to determine that the Orc Network belongs to the Orcs, not to the Empire? !

Duker has a dream. One day, he will rename the Orc Network to the Empire Network.

One day, he will let every Ork Orc proudly call himself an Imperial Orc; and let every Imperial Orc proudly hold his chest high.

One day, the Orcs will only have two brothers, that is, Brother Du and Brother Fu!

As for Brother Gao and Brother Mao, who are they? I don’t know them, really I don’t know them.

In the following time, Duker analyzed Vulcan’s genetic characteristics and used the power of the mind network to plan for this dream.

But this process is destined to be difficult.

The despicable and shameless Orc Gods occupy the Imperial Network. They have enslaved too many Imperial Orcs. It is destined to be not an easy task to make these loyal Orcs return to the right path and drive away the two shameless gods.

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Duker was immersed in the use of computing power. A few days passed in a flash, and the Fire of the Heart docked in the outer orbit of the Baal world.

Led by the Blood Angels, Dukel, Guilliman and Navigator Varro took the mental instrument and went to the secret underground of Baal World.

Few people know that there is a secret place deep underground on Baal Prime; the body of Sanguinius who died in the siege of Terra ten thousand years ago was preserved here.

In that war, Horus slaughtered the noble Archangel in front of the Emperor and ended Sanguinius' life with the blasphemous power bestowed by the Four Gods.

No one knows how the Blood Angels successfully brought the remains of the Archangel back to Baal Prime from the battlefield where the gods fought.

In the dark technological era, Baal Prime had a brilliant technological civilization. Under this world, a large amount of technology from the old era of mankind is still hidden.

The Blood Angels used these technological creations of the dark age to preserve the remains of the Archangel and have been trying to reverse their genetic father from the state of death.

But this is almost impossible. The physical injuries may not be a big deal, but Sanguinius' soul was also shattered by the power of the four gods, and it can be said that there is no possibility of resurrection.

When everyone came to the deepest part of Baal, here is the tomb of Sanguinius.

Although the Blood Angels used the forbidden technology of the old era, they still could not completely repair the remains of the Archangel. At this time, the body of this perfect son was still covered with terrible wounds.

Duke saw with his own eyes that the miserable brother, with wings on his back, handsome appearance, and his expression still carried the sadness and pain that had not disappeared for thousands of years, suspended in the force field.

During the Great Heresy, Sanguinius chose to go to Terra calmly despite knowing that he would die. He offered his last loyalty to the Empire with his life, and boarded with the Emperor to enter the place where he was destined to die, Horus's battleship, the Vengeful Spirit.

He used the last strength of his life to buy precious time for the Emperor and left a gap in Horus' armor.

Even though the other party had died long ago, Dukel's spiritual power could still sense the other party's grief and redemption.

He looked at the remains of the Archangel, and the memories of the second Primarch, who had completely merged with him, kept emerging in his heart. His eyes also overflowed with great sadness.

"Sanguinius, the Archangel who has been sleeping for ten thousand years, get up, face this ignorant and crazy era with us, and face the blasphemous and unclean darkness together. Everything is completely different from the past, and has become dusty history. The glorious empire of the past is now rotten. What we once protected together has now become something we have to face."

"Look at Guilliman's forehead, there are wrinkles. I cut off Magnus' head and hung it on my waist. And Fulgrim, this guy is even more difficult to look at than ten thousand years ago."

Dukel stood in front of the Archangel and whispered. He was not sure if the other party could hear him, but just told himself everything he had seen in recent years.

The calm words of the Primarch stirred up the emotions of all around, and the atmosphere in this underground space became increasingly sad.

The eyes of the Blood Angel veterans in charge of the guard were red, and Dante's face hidden behind the mask was also full of tears. Guilliman hung his head and remained silent.

There was silence all around, only Dukel's voice echoed in loneliness.

Until a certain moment, he saw a drop of crystal tears flashing in the corner of the Archangel's eyes - but he couldn't be sure, even with the Primarch's keen vision, he couldn't be sure whether this fleeting light was real.

But his statement paused for this,

"Start the mind instrument, Varo."

Dukel ordered, and under his command, a faint noise sounded inside the mind instrument, and countless pipes were connected to Varo's brain.

The Primarch was also transmitting mind power to Varo through the heart network, strengthening the navigator's soul.

At this moment, when all preparations have been done to the extreme,

The mental instrument suddenly opened-

In the spiritual realm, Sanguinius, who felt as if he had been asleep for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the blue sky.

The flawless white clouds floated slowly in the blue sky, the golden sunlight sprinkled, the grass under him was soft and comfortable, everything was peaceful and soothing.

He sat up from the grass, the white wings behind him were waving slowly and powerfully, and after shaking off the grass debris between the feathers, he looked at his palms, feeling that everything was so real and so illusory.

"Here is"

Sanguinius looked around blankly, his memory was missing a lot, but he still remembered the moment he was killed by Horus.

At that moment, the sound of his offspring crying wildly still appeared in his mind.

After that, he couldn't remember clearly, but only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have been sleeping in the golden palace, shrouded by golden light.

"I died, but I woke up again." Sanguinius thought to himself, "Great father, is it you who woke me up again?"

The archangel looked around, and a beautiful scenery without any obstacles spread out in front of him.

Continuous lush green mountains, magnificent emerald forests, and a surging river interspersed in them.

Countless herbivores strolled in the forest, enjoying the tender fresh grass; giant birds with wings spread passed over his head and hovered in the sky.

Sanguinius sat on the soft grass, his holy face bathed in the golden sunlight.

"Where is this?"

Sanguinius asked, but no one responded to him.

The archangel took a deep breath and tasted the rich grass fragrance of the fertile earth. A free world, where many creatures live. This extremely pure air made him feel very happy, and the fresh air flowing through his lungs was as sweet and pleasant as fine wine.

This place is as beautiful as a dream - but why did he come here, and where is this place?

The archangel who had just awakened had countless mysteries in his heart.

He spread his white wings, determined to further explore the environment here to see if he could find the answer he wanted in this world.

Sanguinius didn't know how long he had been flying, but he could not fly out of the area covered by the golden sunlight.

He came to a quietly flowing stream and sighed in distress,

"It seems that I can't leave here."

He felt that he should leave. He didn't know when he started to hear faint whispers in his ears. Those voices were telling him about the changes in the empire in the past ten thousand years after his death.

In those voices, he seemed to see one battle after another, the glorious empire was declining, human civilization was about to fall, countless lives were lost, and the people of the empire fell into war and ignorance, but there was no great existence to give them salvation.

He saw the suffocating despair from it, and he saw that the beauty he had fought for was trampled by blasphemous things. He saw that the empire was like an old man who was about to die, relying on countless blood and sacrifices to briefly extend his life in the dark world.

The Archangel's holy face showed sadness and pain.

Accompanied by the whispering voice, he began to want to leave urgently.

Suddenly, a small flame floated in front of him, flickering like a firefly.

From the light of the firefly, he felt a familiar and strange breath.

"Duke? Is it you? You are here too? So you didn't leave completely, but were placed here by our father?"

Sanguinius's face showed astonishment. That breath belonged to his brother, a person who should never appear again.

"Archangel?"

The firefly also made a surprised sound and flew in front of Sanguinius.

"So you are not Duke." After seeing the light of the firefly, the Archangel's tone was a little disappointed.

"Child, who are you and why are you here?"

He looked at the flame in front of him and asked. Although he was a little disappointed, his voice was still gentle, for fear that if he spoke a little harder, the flame in front of him would be extinguished and disappear.

"I am here on a mission. I am here for you, great Primarch. The Empire needs you."