Chapter 161: Unexpected Reinforcements
After holding out for a full week, the Pluto defense line was breached by the violent green tide. Before retreating, several planet burners were thrown into the battlefield.

Standing in front of the porthole of the Iron Blood, looking at the Pluto Fortress below which was already engulfed in flames, Perturabo knew that even if a large number of orcs were killed by the Extermination Order, it was only a stopgap measure.

Since the Great Crusade has not yet ended, the Empire's main forces are scattered throughout the galaxy, and are now fighting against the sudden attack of the Orcs.

Together with his useless brothers and stupid father, they led a large army to the so-called rear of the orcs, resulting in a shortage of troops in the solar system.

The only forces Perturabo could mobilize now were a small number of Space Marines from several legions and the Solar Auxiliary Forces from Saturn.

Even though there were Martian machines to share the pressure, these engine oil guys were in a passionate battle with Ulano floating next to Mars and could not spare any troops to support themselves.

And it was precisely because Mars attracted the main orc troops that these remnants were able to hold out for so long.

Perturabo had no choice but to run around the solar system, using guerrilla warfare to try his best to stop the orcs' advance.

This frustrating way of fighting caused Perturabo, who had always slaughtered the aliens with absolute manpower and firepower advantage, to run out of ammunition and food.

The only good news is that with the help of the high-tech speaker, Perturabo can understand the progress of the reinforcements in real time, which gives him the confidence to continue to hold the defense line and wait for the arrival of Hogg and others.

But as time went on, their guerrillas were further squeezed into space and soon retreated to the lunar fortress.

Looking at the Holy Terra that was already visible behind them, everyone understood that they had no way to retreat. If they retreated further, they would have to fight a battle to defend Terra.

At the same time, Rogal Dorn, who returned to the moon, successfully grew back his limbs, and most of the seriously injured veterans he brought back have recovered their combat effectiveness after treatment in the flesh and blood remodeling chamber.

Dorne, who returned to the battlefield, directly built a defense line on the moon and mobilized local people to join the defense.

But soon the bad news came. The powerful orc Urak-Urg did not die on Pluto. The fire only melted half of its body.

But orcs are not humans. They have extremely strong vitality. Even if only half of their body is left, they can continue fighting after replacing the limbs of other orcs.

Urak-Urg did not attack Mars, but instead made a big detour and headed straight for Terra, heading straight for the Lunar Fortress.

The void shield covering the planet defended against the Ork bombardment, and the fortress artillery on the surface of the moon bombarded the Ork landing ships falling from the sky, but there were simply too many of them.

Every time one ship was destroyed, a new landing craft would fill its place. Soon, some of the surviving greenskins formed a presence on the moon and once again engaged in a tug-of-war with humans.

As the battle intensified and their own casualties rose rapidly, the two civil engineering brothers looked at each other and understood each other's intentions.

"We must not allow the orcs to enter Terra."

At this moment, the two brothers put aside all their differences and stepped into the battlefield together. They had to kill the rampaging orc emperor.

Looking at the Primarchs running towards him, Urak-Urger sneered and swung the powerful power claws in his hands. He was absolutely confident that he could kill these two enemies here.

Compared to the chaotic greenskins of later generations, the current Orc Empire is strong in both men and horses, and Urger has gathered the Waaaagh force field of the entire Orc Empire, and it has successfully reverted to its ancient orcish roots.

The memory derived from its genes lets it know the significance of the birth of its race. In order to allow its master to return to the galaxy, they have to eliminate these small shrimps.

"You are a bunch of galactic pests. I will kill you all and restore the Empire to its former greatness!"

"Oh!"

Not in the habit of giving his opponent a hard time, Perturabo, equipped with heavy firepower, launched an immediate attack, supporting Dorn with his powerful firepower.

The next one to rush out was Dorn holding a greatsword, and the man and the beast fought at a speed beyond their limits, and Perturabo beside him even fired a shot out of the blue. But the balance of victory still tilted towards Urak-Urg, after all, it had become an ancient orc and was not afraid of the Primarch, not to mention that there were now countless orcs providing him with Waaaag force field amplification.

Just when Rogdorn's armor was torn apart by the power claws due to negligence and his head was about to be blown off, a pair of large reddish-brown hands shining with scarlet light grasped the incoming fists and successfully saved his life.

The two looked at the owner of the arm and immediately exclaimed in amazement.

"It's you! Malphite?"

Looking at this orc with strange color matching and Rogal Dorn who seemed to be very familiar with it, Perturabo was a little confused at this moment.

"Yes, it's me. We received an order from the boss to come and support you."

As Malphite finished his words, Webway gates appeared on the lunar battlefield, and Cordelia, who had been staying behind, led her Eldar troops into the battlefield.

Looking at this group of Eldar, Urge laughed:

"Interesting. A strange orc and a group of Eldar who betrayed their master? Do you think they can save you?"

Upon hearing Urge's words, Malphite smiled but said nothing. If you ignore its weird middle-parted hairstyle and the overalls that don't match its seven-meter height, it looks exactly like a wise man.

"You are wrong, my green-skinned compatriot. We can't stop your army, but I am not a beast!"

"?"

"Come out! My endless supply of civil engineering boys."

However, nothing strange happened after Malphite's words. Just when Perturabo thought that the orc named Malphite was a fool, the earth began to tremble.

"Waaaagh!!! For Beast Brother Dorn, kill those bastards who ruined our battle."

Dense swarms of evil orcs poured out from the webway, each of them was at least three meters tall, and some even reached seven meters in height, and without exception, they were all reddish-brown in color.

This group of orcs joined the battlefield wielding threshing tools and successfully curbed the greenskins' attack. The red and green orcs fought a desperate battle above the moon.

Urger, who thought that Malphite was an exception, was stunned, and then became furious. He already knew the mission of his race and would not allow such a heretic orc to exist.

"Damned heretics, you have betrayed the mission given to us by the Creator!"

Dorn laughed when he saw the greenskins on the other side break through the defense. Even Perturabo, who hadn't figured out the current situation, couldn't help laughing. Malphite said seriously:

"Ignorant greenskins, our creator is the wise Lord Hogg, who gave us evil orcs a wonderful life, but you, who are not fully evolved, want to destroy it all.

I, Malphite, the guardian of the empire, the repairer appointed by the golden giant, the most capable master of Lord Hogg, and the supreme leader of the evil orcs, will not allow you to be so presumptuous! "

Hearing such shameless remarks, Urger was successfully enraged. He now only wanted to get rid of this mutant orc and then kill every red-skinned creature.

Surrounded by emerald green Waaaagh energy, Urger punched out, but Malphite was no ordinary beast. The scarlet Waaaagh energy protected his entire body and he managed to withstand the punch.

The two giant beasts had a passionate fight in front of everyone.

"The guardian beast of the country? I must be hallucinating!" Perturabo said with a numb face.

　I'm tired after writing till three o'clock. I guess I have to slack off today.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)