Several years later.
The outskirts of the Sindu System.
The sea of stars across the entire western region was filled with the flames of war, but the battlefield was no longer chaotic. Instead, it was growing ever more orderly.
The two sides facing each other alternated between attack and defense.
The Imperium of Man, inside the Departmento Munitorum's command fortress.
"Jaghatai Khan, you must hold the Cyclonic Torpedo platform positions. We can't keep taking losses like this!"
Guilliman stood before the virtual sand table, his face looking much more weathered than before.
Over the past few years, while his brothers launched boarding actions, he had remained in the Command Hall the entire time, never leaving even once.
There was nothing he could do about it. This battlefield could not function without him as its temporary commander-in-chief.
Perhaps only when the final offensive was launched would he have the chance to take part in the ultimate battlefield.
Guilliman looked at the virtual sand table. A line of fire on the star map was clearly visible. That was the battlefield.
The human-led army was fighting the Necrons in the western part of the Silence Zone, forming a long battleline that stretched across hundreds of sectors.
It was more like a defense.
The human army used the Colossus wonder as its core and established one space position after another in the western part of the Sindu System.
With that, they fought the Necron fleets that attacked from time to time.
After all, the Silent King controlled terrifying ancient celestial weapons, and the human army did not dare advance rashly, lest it suffer a devastating strike.
But they could not retreat either.
According to the strategy set by The Savior, the human army's strategic objective was to join with the forces of the Dynasty