Chapter 475: The Ork Army Arrives, the Possibility of a Human‑Ork Alliance

Regardless, I must first gain command over all the Blood Angels' gene‑seed heir Space Marines in order to deal with what comes next.

That Ork fleet must wait until after this banquet ends before I can deal with it; relative to the Tyranids, these Orks are also a huge threat.

Great Archangel Sanguinius, please bless all your gene‑seed heirs.

I hope the Sanguinius heirs can survive this crisis and protect the homeworld of their gene‑seed, Baal.

Hearing this, the Blood Angels signal‑bearing Space Marine nodded, turned and left the palace.

After the messenger Space Marine departed, Blood Angels Grand Commander Dan Ding again showed a warm, affable smile and began greeting the captains of the various subsidiary companies cordially.

All the Blood Angels subsidiary company captains raised their cups, paying tribute to this old commander who has guarded the Archangel's mother for over a thousand years.

Over ten thousand years since Sanguinius died, the Blood Angels have suffered from a genetic flaw that caused many subsidiary companies to be rejected by the Imperium.

But that doesn't matter; when the homeland of the gene‑seed Sanguinius is invaded, they will all step forward to come to its aid.

"Quiet, gentlemen! Today we are all gathered here, this place was once the garrison Angel Fortress of the Sanguinius Blood Angels Legion.

"We have come for our gene‑seed, we have come for honour, we have come to defend our gene‑seed's homeland and guarantee that the Baal star system will not be leaked; we will take the Underworld Star System as our solid shield." Dan Ding raised the cup in his hand and spoke.

After the banquet held at the Baal Angel Report concludes, all the Space Marines will set out, heading for the Shield of the Underworld to garrison and resist the Tyranid invasion.

"For Sanguinius, for the Archangel." All the subsidiary company captains raised their cups and spoke.

"We have gathered together and need a leader; we cannot fight separately, for if we do we will surely lose, because the Tyranids are a very powerful alien species.

"These filthy bugs possess extremely clever tactics, a unified strategic goal, and a fearless disposition.

"If we cannot unify command and let each subsidiary company fight on its own, we will not win this war." Dan Ding spoke.

"Grand Commander, do you mean you want to serve as the overall commander of this campaign? I, on behalf of my company, support you becoming the overall commander of this war." A Blood Angels subsidiary company captain spoke.

"That's right, but I won't force anyone; we can hold a vote. If I receive the most votes and everyone's approval, then I will be the commander; otherwise I am not worthy to lead Sanguinius's heirs." Grand Commander Dan Ding spoke.

"No problem, Grand Commander; the Blood Sword is willing to join the vote."

"Grand Commander, the Blood Brothers Society is willing to accept your leadership."

"Grand Commander! The Repentant Angels are willing to accept your leadership."

"Grand Commander Dan Ding, the Crimson Angels are willing to accept your leadership."

Some other subsidiary company captains who were not entirely compliant remained silent, because the number of captains willing to support Dan Ding as overall commander had exceeded ninety percent.

Only a minority of company captains were unwilling to accept Dan Ding's leadership; his gaining this command can be said to be the unanimous wish of all.

"Thank you for your support and trust, but we still need to hold the fairest vote; I must become your supreme leader through voting, for I must be responsible for the lives of all of you." Dan Ding spoke.

Soon the vote began in the hall; ultimately Grand Commander Dan Ding's ballots overwhelmed the other contenders, making him the overall commander of this campaign.

He can command a force approaching thirty thousand true Legion‑level Space Marines, plus tens of millions of mortal auxiliary troops.

After the banquet ended, Blood Angels Company Captain Dan Ding immediately rushed to the command room.

"Give me a detailed rundown of what happened—why did those greenskin brats suddenly appear in our star system?" Dan Ding asked.

"Company Captain, we don't have the exact details, but a few hours ago we detected a radar signal from an alien fleet—a massive fleet, comparable in number and scale to the Tyranids.

Furthermore, this Ork force possesses a huge Battle Moon, a super‑celestial body recorded in history, representing the peak of Ork technology." The ordinary star‑fleet radar officer said.

Frankly, he didn't want to deliver this bad news to his beloved company captain, but the Orks don't care; in his few‑decade mortal lifespan he has never seen a fleet of such enormous scale.

Such Ork Battle Moons have also only been seen in the Imperium's most secret historical records.

It is said that after the Horus Heresy ended, during the Beast Wars the Ork peoples deployed this super‑celestial weapon, which is a super‑space fortress.

It is entirely a reshaped asteroid; only the Ork peoples possess the technology to reshape a planet‑sized battle celestial.

Even the Human Imperium cannot build a planet‑sized super‑fortress that can move freely through space.

Seeing the Ork Battle Moon this time truly frightened him; it is indeed a combat celestial body, but its size is completely that of a planet!

It is even slightly larger than a planet, accompanied by several smaller satellite Battle Moons.

Besides that, there is an extremely numerous fleet, a force not significantly weaker than the Tyranids.

If both armies were to launch an attack on the human side simultaneously, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"I know this thing; the Battle Moon is the Ork's ultimate weapon.

"Bring up the image so I can see it; I need to know how many Battle Moons they have." Dan Ding said.

The machine operator called Chaplain immediately nodded and began transmitting the radar‑captured image to this Blood Angels company captain.

In the image, a colossal iron planet bears four successfully modified Battle Moons, and an endless‑looking Ork fleet streams toward the Underworld Star System.

Seeing this, Dan Ding furrowed his brow deeply; those damned greenskins, when did they develop to this scale? A Battle Moon celestial body—he, who has lived over a thousand years, has never seen one; such a legendary battle celestial appeared only once during the Beast Wars.

When it appeared then, it inflicted unimaginable losses on the Imperium; the Battle Moon's appearance, as described, is a shattered iron construct, the whole asteroid reshaped into something like a gaping maw.

But these battle planets before us show no Ork style at all—if it weren't for some Ork fleets still consisting of those ramshackle ships, which are of Ork construction.

Dan Ding even suspects this fleet is a force he has never encountered before, because these battle planets are simply too advanced!

The central one is hardly smaller than their homeworld Baal, and the outer steel sheath makes it appear even larger.

Moreover, it has four solar‑like drive devices on its surface, providing unimaginable power to this battle fortress. Setting aside the battle planet itself, the four small Battle Moons flying beside it could each inflict unimaginable loss on the Imperium, comparable to the ancient Beast Wars, requiring a gene‑seed‑level entity to intervene to resolve them.

This appearing war planet is nothing like the old Battle Moon; it is a genuine space fortress, not inferior to the Cadia Fortress built on Cadia. Dan Ding could already imagine the uproar if the Imperium learned of this terrifying battle celestial: how many fleets would humanity need to deploy, how many Space Marine lives sacrificed to destroy this massive battle celestial? "Emperor above, this is not merely a Battle Moon but a new kind of battle celestial created by the Ork peoples, its size equals a medium‑mass planet." Dan Ding sighed helplessly and said.

"Commander, what are we to do? The Tyranid situation already has us stretched thin; if the Orks intervene as well, victory will be impossible." A Mechanicus Chaplain asked.

Hearing this, the Holy Learning Angels company captain Dan Ding fell silent—what to do? What else can we do? Should we let the navy charge forward with all its ships to block the Ork army? If they truly cannot break through, the likely outcome is only annihilation before this war planet.

Such an immensely huge cosmic battle celestial, according to the Orks' strange stance, can form an impregnable quantum shield on its surface.

This powerful shield needs no Ork‑built machine to maintain its power; as long as there are enough Orks on it, it sustains itself.

Then they themselves generate a peculiar stance, which is the Ork's most headache‑inducing trait; otherwise they'd just be a fast‑breeding pack of savage aliens.

More importantly, we don't know what the planet's surface has been reshaped into, whether Ork farmlands remain; if Ork farmlands remain,

then the Ork manpower would be endless—unless the planet is utterly destroyed, the war planet will continuously spawn Ork armies.

"Company Captain, perhaps we could devise a plan, like the Battle of Octavius before! We could let the Tyranids take on these Orks, letting these monster aliens fight each other." At that moment a Mechanicus tech‑Chaplain spoke.

Previously, when the Tyranids invaded, the Imperium's Inquisitor Kryptman had once successfully employed the Ork peoples to contribute to building an unbreakable defense line.

He used some captured gene stealers to lure the massive Tyranid Leviathan Fleet to the Ork Empire, causing the Ork Empire and that alien detachment to engage in a deadly struggle. Although the Ork Empire ultimately lost, it also successfully delayed the advance of the Tyranid reorganization, bringing unimaginable benefits to the establishment of the unbreakable defense line and subsequent resistance.

"You mean we use these beasts, use them to fight the Tyranid swarm?" Blood Angels Chapter Master Dante pondered for a moment, turned his head, and asked.

This is indeed a good plan. He differs from the Imperium's old nobility and high lords; if we can defend the homeland of the gene-seed, we can defend this land, then using these aliens is no problem.

"It is well known that Orks are a warlike race; from their birth, they are either at war or on the way to war, a bunch of outright warmongers, and the stronger the opponent, the better."

In the previous war at Octarius, the Ork race lost; this time they surely want to fight the Tyranids again to regain the face lost when the Ork Empire was defeated at Octarius.

"So this is a good opportunity; you should order the Imperial Navy and the Battlefleet, and all Space Marine detachments, not to attack this Ork legion, and even to make some contact with them." Mechanicus Priest said.

These Orks are treacherously warlike, but they love fighting; as long as there's a fight, everything can be discussed.

Throughout Imperial history, many human commanders have exploited the Orks' warlike nature, using them as cannon fodder.

"I understand; then should we send a delegation to contact these Orks, or initiate long-range communication?" Blood Angels Chapter Master Dante sighed helplessly and asked.

"Chapter Master, regarding this newly emerged war planet, we have no idea about its circuitry configuration, nor do we know their broadcast frequencies."

"Moreover, given the Orks' nature, they probably wouldn't set up any interstellar communication facilities; these Orks don't much like to communicate." Mechanicus Tech-Priest said.

The warlike celestial bodies built by these Orks, even if they are spacecraft, are just ramshackle; they can operate not because of advanced technology, but because of the Orks' species-specific Waaagh stance.

Relying on this miraculous stance, the Ork race can accomplish many things that humans and other species consider absolutely impossible.

Therefore, for humanity to attempt celestial‑distance communication with the Ork race is extremely difficult, even to say nearly impossible.

"Then what is your opinion, Mechanicus Priest?" Blood Angels Chapter Master Dante asked.

If interstellar communication cannot be used, how then can we make use of these Orks? Are we supposed to contract our lines and hope the Orks will charge straight into the Tyranid swarm?

"Chapter Master! We can use the most primitive method, directly sending envoys to the Orks' war planet, then negotiate with them." Mechanicus Tech-Priest said.

If interstellar communication signals cannot be used, then we can only resort to the most primitive method: sending envoys.

"Impossible, I will not let my Space Marines go to their deaths; this mission is essentially a suicide mission." Blood Angels Chapter Master Dante shook his head and said.

If we could communicate remotely, he would still have confidence in persuading the Orks, but sending envoys to Ork territory—whether his Space Marines could return alive is another matter.

These barbarians won't even ask for a reason; as long as you dare approach their fleet, what awaits you is merciless gunfire.

"We must make some sacrifices, dispatching your elite warrior units; our Mechanicus will also send some personnel, then we will try to reach the Orks' war world, for we have some people who understand Orkish."

We will send dozens of teams to negotiate with the Orks; surely some will succeed in reaching the war world, although there will be some sacrifice, but this is all for the Imperium, to protect the Baal System behind you.

"We cannot possibly go to war simultaneously with the Orks and the Tyranids; that would be no different from suicide." Mechanicus Tech-Priest said.

In this human Imperium, the most commonly used phrase is: Can you sacrifice for the Imperium? Can you sacrifice for the Emperor?

"To have one's soul rest upon the Golden Throne is a great honor, to offer one's loyalty to the Emperor! I understand, I will select several Space Marine squads, three per team, dispatch ten such teams to the Orks' war planet. If they can reach that planet alive." Ultimately, Blood Angels Chapter Master Dante chose compromise.

Indeed, as the Mechanicus Tech-Priest said, if we do not send a detachment of envoys, while simultaneously facing Orks and Tyranids, let alone talk about the Shield of the Underworld being deployed.

Moreover, the possible casualties this time are not limited to his Space Marines; the Mechanicus translators are the true bodyguards of the envoy Space Marines.

"This sacrifice is inevitable, Dante the Grand!"

Just as the entire command room fell into a silent, painful mood, suddenly an external communication signal came in.

It emitted a beeping sound, which was especially piercing in the quiet command room.

"What's going on? What's the problem?" Mechanicus Tech-Priest asked.

"Chapter Master, Priest! We, we have received an external communication signal; it is not human, it looks like it's from the xenos side." The technician operating the communications radar facility immediately spoke up.

Not a human communication signal? Rather, a xenos communication signal!

First, the Tyranids can be ruled out directly; these bugs have no intention of communicating.

Previously, the human fleet had indeed sent some personnel to try to communicate with them, but it was basically a stone sinking into the sea.

So we can basically conclude this is an Ork communication signal! These savage fellows actually want to communicate with them! (End of chapter)