The oppressive aura of the Ork Boss made all the Primaris Space Marines who had stormed into the control room look grim.
The opponent picked up a huge axe-hammer from the ground.
The weapon's size was even larger than a Primaris space marine's body.
Just picking it up was terrifying enough, let alone swinging it in combat.
Yet the Ork Boss could swing it effortlessly, creating a loud whooshing sound, and those orks who were accidentally hit were either killed or wounded.
Standing beside the Ork Boss was a group of ork guards who were larger than regular ork warriors and better equipped than other orks.
The weapons in their hands also looked formidable.
"Damn runts," the Ork Boss lumbered towards the Primaris Space Marines with heavy steps.
The ork guards also let out excited roars and followed the Ork Boss in launching an attack.
Outside the door, ork warriors continued to pour in, and the two sides clashed again.
The green tide of orks quickly submerged the position of Corvo and the others.
In the melee, a warrior charged forward, attempting to confront the Ork Boss.
With a sweep of the opponent's heavy weapon, the warrior was slammed against the ship's wall with a bang.
He tried to stand up several times but couldn't.
With a single blow, the opponent had incapacitated a Primaris space marine.
Corvo listened to the sounds of painful groaning coming from the vox-caster and ordered the others to deal with the ork guards and ork warriors, and to rescue the wounded soldier.
He would personally confront this Ork Boss.
"Stupid runt."
With a grin that revealed several missing teeth, the Ork Boss showed a savage smile.
Corvo did not speak, but instead calmed his mind, allowing his body to draw strength from the Guilliman's Heart.
This powerful and mysterious organ granted Primaris Space Marines unimaginable strength and regenerative capabilities.
As long as their faith remained, they could stand tall.
"WAAAAAAGH."
The Ork Boss began to run, charging towards Corvo, swinging the weapon in his hand, sending orks who couldn't get out of the way flying.
"For the Lord of Ultramar, for the Holy Emperor. Die, xenos."
Corvo also roared and charged forward, wielding his power hammer.
A tremendous crashing sound echoed, and a visible wave of air surged outwards, centered on the two figures, sweeping in all directions.
Such a brutal collision generated a terrifying recoil.
Both sides were forced back several steps by the recoil.
Terrible battlelust flowed from the ork's red eyes, like two fiercely burning fires.
"Die, runt."
The ork raised his large-bore slugga and fired a burst of bullets with a bang.
Two unlucky orks were caught in the crossfire, their armored bodies instantly shattered.
The bullets also hit Corvo; most of them struck his armor and ricocheted to the ground, gouging small dents in his armor and scraping off the bright blue and white paint.
One or two bullets drilled into the gaps between the armor plates and entered his flesh.
Pain surged through his body, and the Guilliman's Heart quickly took effect.
Granulation tissue rapidly grew in the flesh wounds, and his enhanced muscles pushed the bullets out, allowing his injuries to heal within a few breaths.
Before the opponent could pull the trigger a second time, Corvo charged forward and leaped.
He completely discarded his boltgun, gripping the war hammer in both hands, and brought it down on the Ork Boss like a collapsing mountain.
The Ork Boss raised the weapon in his hand, attempting to block Corvo' attack.
The dull sound of the collision resounded throughout the battlefield.
Even wearing power armor, Corvo felt the skin between his thumb and forefinger split.
The force was too great; the backlash alone was enough to be unbearable.
The Ork Boss was also not having an easy time; he let out a cry of pain.
His heavy weapon, due to the recoil, struck his own body, causing him to stumble back several steps.
Corvo ignored his own pain; he seized the opportunity and continued to attack, the gleaming war hammer exceptionally conspicuous in the dim control room.
Breaking through the opponent's weak defense, he swung the war hammer and smashed it fiercely towards the opponent's heart.
The power field attached to the war hammer easily tore through the Ork Boss' thick armor and struck him in the chest.
"WAAA—" The Ork Boss didn't finish his final cry before his heavy body knelt, his head slumped, completely lifeless.
With the death of the Ork Boss, the previously ecstatic ork Boyz and ork warriors all showed panic.
Their strength significantly decreased, and they fell into disarray.
They were being mowed down by the Primaris Space Marines like grass.
In space, the ork fleet, which had been maintaining a frenzied offensive, also fell into chaos.
Several warships disintegrated directly because the WAAAGH! field was broken, and were swallowed by explosions and flames.
The Imperial fleet surged forward like a pack of wolves, using efficient and cold tactics to harvest the ork fleet.
In the cold, dark void, one ork warship after another silently exploded, flames consuming the remnants of the hulls.
Soon, the void was filled with the burning wrecks of ork warships.
Large numbers of ork corpses were thrown into the cold void in the silent explosions.
Corvo led the remaining warriors in slaughtering the orks on the main ship and returned to the position of the assault boat before the ship exploded, escaping the ork main ship that was being consumed by explosion and flames.
"The fleet will split into two parts: one part will pursue the remaining ork warships, and one part will support the ground forces. We need to completely drive out those damned orks."
Corvo issued the command to the entire fleet from the assault boat.
Chalybsphera, the most important Forge World in the Charadon Sector.
It is also the convergence point for the warp routes of the nine Forge Worlds in the Charadon Sector, making its strategic location extremely crucial.
The warp is boundless; if one is not afraid of death, they can travel anywhere.
But if one wants to reach their destination safely, it is best to follow the fastest and most secure routes.
Especially now, with the Astronomican gradually dimming, the existence of these routes is particularly important.
Guilliman's flagship, the Macragge's Glory, was moored in orbit above Chalybsphera.
Before officially confronting the orks and necrons, he had to first integrate the Imperial forces in the Charadon Sector.
As a major industrial sector of the Imperium, there were quite a few troops stationed here.
The Skitarii Legions, Questor Imperialis, and Knight Houses loyal to the Fabricator-General of Chalybsphera, Kren.
The Imperial Navy stationed at the Solari Anchor in the Chalybsphera system.
The Astra Militarum spread across various planets.
The Sisters of Battle and space marine Chapters wandering among the stars.
The first thing Guilliman did upon arriving in the Charadon Sector was to integrate these forces and push forward his reforms.
These reforms could not only enhance the Imperium's military strength but also increase his own power.
After overthrowing the long-standing rule of corrupt nobles,
the devotion of the Imperial citizens to him had reached a fanatical level.
These beliefs further amplified his power, making him even stronger.
In the reception room.
The Fabricator-General of Chalybsphera, Kren, was meeting with the Primarch here.
Kren's mechanical body was enormous, comparable to a super-heavy tank.
He could only move his cumbersome mechanical body around using a platform made of grav-engines, mechanical prosthetics, and other servo-tools.
This tech-priest who ruled Chalybsphera had systematically replaced most of his flesh and organ tissues over the past seven centuries.
Leaving only a small piece of brain tissue and a few gilded vertebrae within his mechanical shell.
The Fabricator-General's body was so massive that the spacious Primarch's reception room felt somewhat crowded after he entered.
"My lord, these knowledge pieces lack supporting STC Standard Manufacturing Templates. Rashly using them, I fear, will incur the opposition of Mars. Moreover, your reforms have already violated the sacred tenets left by the Great Omnissiah, and I find it difficult to obey."
Guilliman scrutinized the Fabricator-General before him, tapped the table a few times, and then spoke, "Then let's change the subject. Let's discuss whether you have violated the red lines regarding Abominable Intelligence and technological research, as required by the Omnissiah."
"I will request the tech-priests from Mars to conduct a comprehensive inspection of Chalybsphera. I believe they will be very happy to do this."
Kren paused for a moment before speaking again, "My lord, such an action is quite improper. Please do not interfere too much in the internal affairs of the Adeptus Mechanicus."
"Kren, don't try to fool me with the same methods you use to fool the High Lords of Terra. I am giving you only two options.
The first option: follow my orders for reform, and you will gain access to that technological knowledge and retain your position as Fabricator-General.
The second option: I will order Mars to send people to conduct an inspection, and in that case, Chalybsphera will likely need a new Fabricator-General."
Guilliman rose from the spacious chair reserved for Primarchs and looked at the bulky, enormous Kren, "Presumably, you also do not wish to be inspected, Fabricator-General."