Chapter 484: Healing Totem, Healing Stone, Angry Sister, Emperor's Loyalty

They didn't know where these orcs came from, but as long as they were orcs and fought together, that was enough; there was no need to know anything else.

Just come together and WAAAGH!

Then there was nothing to explain, but Luode still used his extremely powerful psychic ability to tell some orc war bosses on the battlefield via the God's Small Universe that these suddenly appearing orcs were reinforcements he had summoned.

The orc heroes he manifested possessed their original strength, even stronger than their original forms, and they unleashed unimaginable killing power, dealing a deadly blow to the Tyranids.

After dozens of immensely powerful orc heroes joined the fight, the war instantly became one-sided, of course in favor of the orcs.

On the human side, they were still being crushed by the bugs, with no fighting strength left; even the mighty Space Marines and the fearless Battle Sisters charging madly, and countless Commissars frantically boosting the infantry's morale, but it was all to no avail.

On the human battlefield, Blood Angels Chapter Master Dante, panting, chopped down a Tyranid tyrant.

At this moment, Chapter Master Dante was extremely fatigued; he had fought continuously for three days and three nights, and even with the superhuman physique of a Space Marine, he could barely hold on.

Only when facing the Tyranid horde did he realize how powerful these monsters were; previously humanity had repelled two Tyranid invasions.

In the first Tyranid War, humanity suffered countless casualties to repel the Tyranid fleets; in the second Tyranid War, Crimson Fists Chapter Master Kalg led the Crimson Fists to victory.

Now Blood Angels Chapter Master Dante is curious how Crimson Fists Chapter Master Kalg managed to defeat the Tyranids back then!

These bugs seemed endless, with no end in sight; my strength, stamina, experience, and battle results were even somewhat greater than Kalg's.

He had thought that gathering all of Sanguinius's descendants would surely win this war against the Tyranids, and moreover he had rallied many allies, such as those stupid greenskin orcs and the powerful Necrons, but reality was brutally cruel, dealing him a heavy blow.

His proud army, the Space Marines, couldn't even beat those greenskin orc kids, and against the Tyranid horde their performance was inferior to the orcs'.

Dante already knew some details: the orc side had won a total victory, and the Tyranid ground forces had even begun to retreat.

Even his own battle pressure had lessened considerably; after defeating the Tyranid forces on his side, the greenskin orcs on the ground, led by their heroes, frenziedly began to assault the human side's Tyranid swarms.

WAAAGH!! WAAAGH!! A big bunch of orcs came charging with strange howls, then let out a weird roar.

After receiving those howls, something wonderful happened: whether Imperial Guard, Space Marines, or Battle Sisters, they all felt some strange change in their bodies, and their endurance grew stronger.

Many orc warriors, upon approaching here, used various roar abilities, shouting "Command Roar!" The shaman Sal also used Bloodlust.

The combat warriors and Battle Sisters' desire to attack grew stronger, and their attack power increased as well.

A greenskin orc wearing strange armor planted a weird totem in the ground, and then the totem began to emit a fusion of light.

Around them, some wounded Imperial Guard, some Space Marines, and even Battle Sisters began to recover quickly from their injuries.

A hunchbacked figure wielding a staff, his body covered in bone spurs, looking like an orc corroded by Nurgle, let out a strange laugh and then cast a green spell, forming something like a toilet on the ground.

"Come on! Use your own power to craft a legion's healing stone that you can wear to heal your injuries anytime, anywhere." Gul'dan, materialized from transformed leaves, spoke.

This is the warlock's signature skill, Soul Well; after using it, you can create a Soul Well on the ground, and all teammates can use that Soul Well to craft a healing stone.

At this moment, the Imperial side's people fell into a deathly silence, then an Imperial Guard missing an arm stepped forward, reached toward the Soul Well, and soon a green stone appeared in his hand.

After crushing the green stone, a miraculous scene occurred: a green light enveloped that ordinary soldier, and his previously disabled arm regrew.

Seeing this, countless infantrymen shouted excitedly, "This is exactly what we truly need!" The healing effect of this green stone is simply too good, and wearing it allows use anytime, anywhere—far better than the medical kits they carry.

Some Space Marines glanced at each other, hesitantly stepped forward, and also crafted some healing stones.

Gul'dan saw this, let out an evil laugh, and began continuously casting around the area to create some Soul Wells.

All around were bugs or humans, plus orc corpses; although the bugs have no souls, their flesh can be transmuted by fel energy into the purest life force.

So as long as he wishes, the battlefield will have countless Soul Visions.

But some were willing to accept the orcs' gift, while others were not; the Battle Sisters most devoted to the Emperor utterly refused to use this alien thing.

"Emperor above, this, this is blasphemy; we cannot use it, these alien things, we cannot use."

"Soldiers, we must take faith as our shield; we believe in the Emperor, we believe in the Imperium.

"So do not use these alien things; even if you die, your souls will return to the Golden Throne." Some Battle Sisters tried to stop those infantrymen from using the Soul Well, crafting healing stones, or even accepting the orcs' healing.

Because noble humans would never accept a gift from alien races; these greenskin barbarians surely had no good intentions.

Hearing this, some Space Marines who had been about to go make healing stones stopped in their tracks, some at a loss looking toward their own Chapter Master Dante.

At this moment Dante's face was also grim; this miraculous stone that could heal wounds and even regrow limbs was too important for them! If it were used by humanity's side, they could shout that it was a miracle granted by the Emperor, and then let all the soldiers use it without hesitation.

But the problem is, this thing was made by orcs— which orcs? How can those orcs' creations be used at will? "I can use my healing ability to restore you." Sal said, and a golden light emanated from his palm.

It was like a long wave striking some Space Marines, who instinctively wanted to retreat.

But those waves still hit them, and then the waves, like a chain, kept striking other Space Marines.

Those Space Marines could clearly feel their stamina recovering, even their wounds healing, but the healing wave's power was not as strong as Luode's life energy, so the scars left by their augmentation surgeries were not healed.

"Don't be tense, soldiers; this is my ability, Healing Wave. This ability will heal your wounds and let you recover." Sal said.

"I don't care about anything else; if my soldiers can be healed by this, then we'll use it, especially since we are now allies and have formed an alliance." An Imperial Guard officer took a deep breath and spoke.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a chainsword swung at that infantryman's head; the wielder was an Imperial Commissar Chief.

These people came from the Imperial Core's Loyalist Academy; any desecration of the Imperium is absolutely not allowed.

Only a clang was heard! A massive axe blocked that chainsword, and forced the chief to retreat.

The one who struck was an orc warrior, the incarnation of the orc king Saurfang.

"A brave warrior ought to die on the battlefield, not at a companion's hand— why are you hurting him? He was clearly fighting bravely just moments ago." Orc King Saurfang snorted coldly.

Although not the true self, he possessed all the memories and personality of the real Saurfang. "Because this is desecration of the Imperium, what do you lot of aliens know? We absolutely cannot use your alien technology; that would be treason against the Emperor." A Battle Sister stepped forward and spoke.

At this moment, countless Battle Sisters drew their chainswords, glaring ferociously at their former orc allies.

Ahead, large numbers of greenskin orcs were frantically fighting the bug swarms, while some Imperial Guard soldiers kept shooting at the bug masses, but the Battle Sisters and some officers turned their guns, aiming at those greenskin orcs.

"You treat those who help you like this? We came with good intentions to aid you in battle, even to heal your soldiers' wounds— is this how you repay us?" Sal's face also looked grim.

Even humans from the World of Azeroth, after receiving the orcs' lifesaving aid, would show proper respect, but the humans of this world speaking frankly made him loathe them even more.

"The ancients fought side by side with us, coming to help without grudges; they are not our enemies." Some Imperial Guard commanders and ordinary soldiers nodded together and said.

For the Imperium's loyalists, loyalty to the Emperor is important, but do those High Lords, those high-and-mighty nobles, also use alien technology to extend their lifespans? Even other things? How come accepting a bit of alien healing aid gets them labeled heretics, when it's clearly Blood Angels Chapter Master Dante who allied with the orc masses?

You Battle Sisters and soldiers— if you have the ability, go blame that Space Marine's Chapter Master; why bother harassing us infantry?

"Heretic, heretic, you lot of Imperial traitors, I will kill you all, every last one! For the Imperium, for the Emperor!" Countless Battle Sisters roared, raising their chainswords.

"Enough! Shut your mouths, you idiots; I am the army's supreme commander, we are now allies, your chainsaws should be cutting those bugs, not these orcs helping us." At this very moment, Blood Angels Chapter Master Dante finally couldn't take it anymore and let out his own roar.

The Imperial Cult has become more and more overbearing in recent years; some battle sisters have been completely brainwashed, refusing to accept any gifts or aid from any race.

But what fault do these grunts have? The Imperial Guard on the battlefield are nothing but cannon fodder—would you rather kill them yourselves than fight them and the swarm? Moreover, these Imperial Guard are brave warriors too! Although the Space Marines are the Empire's main force and its finest troops, without these vast numbers of Imperial Guard they could not win the war.

Even if they must sacrifice, they should do so somewhere worthwhile.

We will dispose of these loathsome aliens later; for now we must not let them detect our obvious hostility.

So now I must step in as a peacemaker—let these orcs go to the battlefield to die, withdraw our human forces, and then prepare to retreat.

Then let the space necromancers detonate a gas giant, utterly wiping out these orcs and those worms, after which the Imperial Guard can be sacrificed.

Upon hearing the battle group captain's words, even though some battle sisters still wanted to show off, they were all held back by the Blood Angels' Space Marines.

Are you kidding? You haven't even finished fighting the Tyranids, yet you want to attack the lowest-ranking Imperial Guard—what the hell is this?! These guys have been brainwashed by the Ecclesiarchy; back when the Emperor walked among men, he never stipulated such a thing.

The orc heroes snorted, ignored the humans, and led the other orc units to charge at those Tyranid worms.

WAAAGH! WAAAGH! The sound filled the entire battlefield.

The green sea gradually swallowed the Tyranid army, while human soldiers stood afar firing occasional cold shots at some of the Tyranids, and sometimes the cold gun would blast the heads of a few orc lads.

Most of those firing the cold gun were battle sisters, along with Imperial officials and some Imperial Guard and Space Marines whose homeworlds had suffered orc invasions.

Humanity's distrust of the orcs had reached an extreme, and the battlefield was utterly one-sided.

On the ground battlefield, the swarm forces began to retreat, and the swarm in space gained no advantage either.

Because Luode took action, clad in his own divine armor and wielding his divine sword, Luode surged into the swarm like a war god; in the fleet, every blade stroke carried warp energy.

The powerful warp energy is very suitable for dealing with these bugs; completely destroying their biomass leaves them unable to extract new biomass.

Boom, boom, boom!

In space, Luode was like a war god; each swing of his sword would slay countless swarm creatures and destroy a Tyranid flagship, inflicting massive damage on the swarm forces.

The immensely strong Tyranids and their terrifyingly huge hive fleet, under Luode's sword, were sliced apart like tofu.

"Orc Overlord, Overlord, long live the Overlord!"

"What the hell, God-Select! What the hell, God-Select!"

Countless orcs, war chiefs, war leaders, and war bosses began to howl.

Luode's performance in space was exactly that of a war god; with such terrifying combat power, only the orcs—chosen of two gods—could match it.

Unfortunately, the orcs don't realize that the two gods they worship—the "What the hell" gods—actually have less combat power than the orc body Luode now controls.

"The Emperor above, we must purge him, we must kill him, right here." A battle sister approached Blood Angels Battle Group Captain Dante, speaking with firm resolve.

That orc's humiliation of her—she could never forget being forced to kneel before someone other than the Emperor! It is an utter disgrace, the ultimate humiliation for her; if not for her sisters' intervention, she would already have joined the Penitent Sisters.

"I know, Senior Sister, don't panic, don't panic—I already have a plan. Now gather all your sisters and board the retreat ship."

"Then leave a portion of the Imperial Guard here to draw fire—specifically those who have used those orc xenos tech," Dante said.

Since you have used those alien things, you must prepare to sacrifice; you die for the Empire.

You die for the Emperor, and for the homeworld of Primarch Saint Gilles, Bar.

After death you can also return in glorious fashion to the Golden Throne.

Blood Angels Battle Group Captain Dante told the Senior Sister his whole plan to kill two birds with one stone.

Using the space necromancers' technology, detonate a gas giant to utterly annihilate the Orc Overlord and his war world, and at the same time completely end the Tyranid invasion.

"I understand; I will leave behind some medical sisters and battle sisters. Everything is for the Empire." The Senior Sister nodded and spoke.

As long as we can slay these evil heretics, sacrifice is of no consequence; her sisters will understand.

At this moment the orc legion is fighting wildly on the front lines, and some Imperial Guard who accepted orc aid have also joined the battlefield.

But large numbers of Space Marines and battle sisters are conducting a retreat, and the human army is withdrawing in an orderly fashion.

In space, the Necron Overlord of the Morpheliet Dynasty is also making final adjustments; the grand prism has already been aimed at the huge supergas planet within the star system.

A scorching beam shot forth, the gas giant instantly detonated, and its core began to collapse. (End of chapter)