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What could affect the fate of a vast empire spanning the galaxy?
Alexey had no answer.

But the banner of fighting for the God-Emperor has been raised, and the people of Espenes and the surrounding sectors are united.

Countless pilgrims organized spontaneously, from clergy to merchants, from Astartes to commoners, and even the Mechanic Society and the Inquisition.

Driven by their fanatical beliefs, the mighty fleet sailed to the sky above the main planet "Nifl" where the prophetess of Alexei was located, and asked the envoy of the God Emperor to guide them on the way of the expedition.

So she came here.

The two expeditionary fleets of the Martyrs and the Pilgrims tracked the battle moon of the orcs all the way, killed the green tide spreading across the starry sky, gathered troops and supplies from the fragmented imperial world all the way, and launched crazy raids on the orcs again and again, but there were not many decisive results.

In endless battle they had come to the eastern frontiers of the Ultima, where the Emperor had spoken of in the prophetess' dream.

Some kind of glorious sense of fate in the dark makes every soldier firmly believe that he will accomplish an unprecedented feat here, dedicate his life to the emperor, and complete the mission given to them by the lord of mankind.

— even if the Emperor never said so.

"Alexis Prophet, what shall we do next?"

On the Flame of Confession, the Archbishop of the State Church sat at the table and leaned slightly forward, asking sincere questions.

Temporary Commander Mirak nervously observed the battle situation in the second lunar space in front of the psychic divination array. Admirals of the navy and sages of the Mechanicus were waiting by the side, and everyone calmly discussed the next plan without any dispute.

It's amazing that they're not blaming each other and wrangling endlessly - a once-in-a-million miracle for the Imperium of Man.

Alexei closed her eyes, her thoughts were in turmoil.

After a while, the prophetess spoke slowly:
"We are not the only ones who want to take the treasure from the orcs. The greedy alien Zerg are also coveting that treasure... I have seen that endless hunger signals echoed in the turbulence of the subspace, the swarm is approaching, and the shadow is coming..."

There was a brief silence in the command room, but there was no panic. They had expected this situation.

The swarm is a very special existence. A single swarm individual does not have such a thing as self-will. It is a powerful consciousness called "hest will" that unifies and controls the entire swarm.When the swarm arrives, the will of the hive will cover the starry sky, and all subspace signals under the shadow will be blocked, and the subspace engine on the ship will also be invalid.

In other words, the arrival of the swarm will cut off their retreat.

The best option in this situation is to evacuate, the value of any strike cruiser in the Martyr Fleet is much higher than that of the barren Falla Galaxy, but...

"But gentlemen, we are already on the edge of the halo. Beyond that, there is a dark abyss where even the light of the emperor cannot shine. If we fail to seize this last opportunity and let the orcs jump out of the halo, we will completely lose the chance to regain what His Majesty the God Emperor asked for."

As Mirak said, he picked up his helmet and power sword from the table, and said loudly with a thunderous voice:
"We only have this chance, everyone, please allow me to give it a go!"

Such bold words made everyone present realize once again that he was not only a strategizing Legion commander, but also a powerful Astartes.

"Now, let's re-check the previous combat plan..."

The Astartes commander's plan of attack for the orcs was simple and practical:

Let the simply armed pilgrims consume as much of the orc's naval power as possible, and then the main force of the well-equipped Martyr Legion will take advantage of this opportunity to launch a general attack on the battle moon itself, which is armed to the teeth.

The expeditionary fleet will airdrop all the army power it owns to the lunar surface at one time, allowing the brave and fearless soldiers of the empire to fight a bloody path on the orc war machine, and the soldiers are directed at the orc leader hiding in the fortress.

There is no need to doubt that the treasure must be on it.

What is lacking now is just an opportunity.It is necessary to reserve enough time for the evacuation of this operation, and to consume as much greenskin space power as possible before that, and to clear as many obstacles as possible for the landing troops to seize the treasure. They must find the right time node.

For this reason, the Mechanic Society urgently dispatched the precious warrior-level titan "Night-Embracing King" from the foundry world "Musbell", as well as a battle formation composed of 3 predator-level titans, and 6 war-dog-level titans.

The Sisters of Silence on the Black Ship, the Inquisitor and the Gray Knights, the Wandering Knights wandering the galaxy, a dozen large and small Space Marine Chapters, the countless Astral Army and the Imperial Navy... All forces together formed this huge army called "Martyrs".

The warriors geared up and vowed to wrest from the orcs what the Lord of Man asked.

After reviewing the arrangements for the landing operation for the last time, Mirak confirmed that everything was in order, and the shadow of the swarm was getting closer and closer, and it was time.

The battle-hardened Chapter Master took up his battered greatsword, ready to give the order to move.

At this moment, he heard an extremely distorted scream:

"God of Myriad Opportunities! What is that?!"

Milak heard the reputation and looked over, and the person who exclaimed was actually the mysterious and unpredictable technology sage.

This high-ranking Mechanic Guild from the foundry world of Muspel has provided a lot of help to the Martyr Fleet, and is respected by everyone including Mirak.

But at this moment, the technological sage's organic face with only one eyeball left is covered with wires and gears, and he opened his mouth in an indescribable way to cry out repeatedly.

"What is that? What is that?!"

"This is, what is this... the God of Myriad Machines, the God of Myriad Machines!... Is there something wrong with my vision sensor?"

He looked like he couldn't communicate normally.

Milak directly bypassed the inquiry, and copied the information projection in front of the technology sage to the conference round table in real time.

What appeared on the round table was a slightly blurred dynamic picture, and the spherical image in the center was the battle moon.But it wasn't the battle moon itself that kept the tech sage screaming hysterically, but a scarred space station hovering in orbit around the moon.

Seeker space station.

The void shield on the surface of this space station is constantly flickering, bearing firepower from all directions, and looks like it may be sunk at any time.

However, the hangar modules located at the waist of the seeker are being opened one by one in an orderly manner, without any panic, throwing the steel giants ready to go one by one to the battle moon at the foot.

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　In the end, I still like the 0 point update.

　　
　
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