"The support force is too small—"
Vulkan's brow furrowed.
He could tell, from the roar of the engines alone, what kind of scale the support force the Captain had mentioned was.
At most, it was a small detachment of a few hundred warriors.
Given the vast number of Chaos Daemons in this area, the suppression force was still far too small. It would not help at all.
The Lord of the Salamanders turned his head and looked over. On the side of the Webway rift, daemons were still pouring in without end.
He grew even more worried.
This collapsed region was like a powder keg, and the level of threat was still rising!
"Although the Imperium has temporarily cowed them, all it would take is a single riot or act of resistance.
"The daemons in this area will revolt and form a large-scale invasion."
So Vulkan thought.
He turned and asked, "Captain, is that all the support?"
"Yes, Lord Vulkan. They are already coming as fast as they can to deal with the daemon refugees.
"There are still too many of these damned Abominations. The moment they get a chance, they run into our Webway to take shelter."
The Void Angel Captain stared at the daemon refugees, extremely displeased.
These filthy Chaos Abominations had poured in by the batch, worsening the Webway's environment.
It seemed their Void Angels' garrison district would not be earning the title of "Advanced Civilization Zone" this year.
After all, the appearance and condition of the roads in a garrison district were also important criteria for selection.
"Why didn't these bastards run to the War Angels' sector? Why did they have to come to our Traffic Hub Zone? Damn them!"
The Void Angel Captain grew even angrier at the thought. He wished he could call in