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At Mandeville Point in the Cardia system, both the Chaos warships and the Imperial Navy on surveillance detected a large-scale warp reaction.

“They’re here…” Standing atop the towering bridge of the Law of Faith, Luo Jia’s deep, abyss-like eyes were fixed on the strange energy fluctuations that were gradually emerging in the distance.

His face, etched with prayer, now appeared exceptionally solemn, for he already knew in his heart just how fierce the impending storm would be.

At the same time, the Steelblood ship beside it also began to roar, its huge engines spewing out raging flames, like an ancient behemoth that had been awakened.

The numerous warships belonging to the Iron Warrior Legion followed closely behind this ancient and majestic flagship, like a disciplined steel torrent, advancing at full speed towards the Cardia system.

"May the gods grant us invincible power!" Luo Jia clasped his hands together and prayed silently and devoutly.

Behind him, the bulkhead was covered with elaborate words praising the gods of chaos and mysterious runes, which shone with a faint but unsettling light, as if they contained endless evil power.

"The Legion of Word Bearers, heed my command! Destroy all enemies of the gods who dare to stand in our way!" Luo Jia issued the order softly, and although his voice was not loud, the command was as powerful as thunder, clearly reaching the ears of every Word Bearer warrior.

Instantly, the entire Chaos Fleet erupted in a deafening roar, all engines started simultaneously, and the crimson "sun" illuminated the void.

Immediately afterwards, the Law of Faith, gleaming with an ominous light, took the lead and rushed into the dark and unknown depths of the universe, guiding this massive chaotic fleet on its journey.

Luo Jia stared intently ahead, his only goal the legendary chosen one.

The Hercules, like a colossal beast, was the first to burst out of the subspace, its massive body enveloped in dazzling light, instantly becoming the focus of the entire galaxy.

When this ancient and majestic behemoth was revealed to the crowd, the soldiers of the empire couldn't help but let out a deafening cheer.

Their impassioned shouts seemed to pierce through the endless void and reach the emperor's ears.

These brave and fearless warriors cheered, knowing they were about to fight a bloody battle under the emperor's gaze, never retreating until their last breath.

Compared to the fleet that left when it departed, the fleet at this time is significantly larger.

In addition to the existing warships, two more Titan-class behemoths have joined the fleet.

In the Imperial Navy's identification system, these two warships are the Unyielding Spirit and the Wrath of the Omega.

Like two impregnable steel fortresses, they floated silently in space, radiating a chilling aura.

Just then, a similarly huge and intact Yamajin slowly came into view.

The commanders who had already learned about the situation from the Holy Guard changed their expressions slightly upon seeing this scene.

However, for those Imperial sailors and Astronaut soldiers who were unaware of what had happened, they felt only boundless reverence and admiration for the Emperor.

“It really is another one… the Mountain Array.” Amarridge murmured to himself as he gazed at the familiar yet unfamiliar giant warship in the distance.

His eyes revealed a hint of surprise and doubt, but more so, an unwavering belief in the emperor's great power.

Sven Bloodhowl, standing to the side, appeared remarkably calm. The battle-hardened Space Marine patted Amalrich on the shoulder with a hearty laugh and said, "Who cares about all that? We're all warriors of the Emperor! We just need to obey orders and fight bravely!"

In his view, as a loyal warrior, there was no need to speculate on the intentions of the gods; one only needed to devote oneself wholeheartedly to the battle and defend the emperor's glory with blood and courage.

“You’re right.” Amal Rich never imagined he would be convinced by a space wolf.

“I have a question: what’s with the green-skinned orc warships following behind that fleet?” Spyr’s eyelids twitched as he looked at the obvious green-skinned warship reaction on the divination box.

"I can answer your question." Kirsaji appeared before them, surrounded by the halo given to him by Old Man Huang.

"Revered living saint, may I ask your name?" Spear bowed his head and asked respectfully.

“Kirsage,” Kirsage replied to Spyder. There was no Primarch in the official history who could defeat a group of enemies of the Empire to the point of being unable to take care of themselves. “The fleet gathered by Chaos is too large. We need to use the Greenskins to make them consume the power of Chaos.”

“Aliens are not to be trusted, Saint Chilsa,” Amarridge pointed out first.

"As long as the damage they inflict on Chaos is greater than the damage they inflict on the Empire, that's fine." Kirsage landed on the ground, the golden light emanating from her body bringing tears to the eyes of many mortals who looked directly at her. "Also, their names and titles are somewhat... well, you'll find out when you come into contact with those greenskins later."

"Now they've named their power the Second Orc Empire." Kirsaj felt that if he came into contact with those greenskins again, he would be the one who couldn't hold on any longer.

"Hmph! Those greenskins even dared to establish some kind of second empire, while there has only ever been one human empire!" Sven Bloodhowl proudly puffed out his chest, and everyone present nodded in agreement.

Kirsagh felt like he was about to burst out laughing, while Tarasin was already laughing hysterically in the chat group.

"Cough cough."

Kirsaj coughed twice to calm himself down, and continued, "They are a force that can influence the course of the war, Spyr. Make good use of them."

“I understand.” Spier nodded. He had utterly humiliated the Greenskins in naval battles and was very familiar with their tactics. However, he still had a question: “How many Chaos warships did those two Primarchs bring? Even you had to rely on the Xenomorphs.”

“A lot,” Kirsage said slowly. “To put it another way, you are about to face two complete legions from the Great Crusade.”

“Nearly three hundred thousand Chaos Space Marines and their fleet.” Every word Kirsaj uttered made everyone present tense. “This does not include Abaddon and the Black Legion.”

Even Sven Gorehowl, who had originally intended to lighten the mood, fell silent. Two complete Space Marine legions from the Great Crusade era—could they possibly handle that?!

"Don't worry too much, our reinforcements haven't all arrived yet." Kirsaj's next words gave everyone hope again, "If you can hold out until then."

"Then you will have the privilege of witnessing a corner of the empire at its peak during the Great Expedition."