Lu Jin returned to Lion's side.
The two looked at each other, both wearing puzzled expressions.
With the war underway, they had too many questions pushed aside.
The strategic situation changed twenty times a second. The battles across the planet flashed by like slides in a rapidly changing presentation.
But that pace suited a Primarch perfectly, allowing Lion to gather information within a second and observe the changes brought about by his tactical orders.
Before, enemies pouring out of the Palace of Thorns had carried out their ground commanders' tactics, drawing alien forces toward the attackers or flanking a Chapter as it assaulted a Ritual Node.
But now, Lion had seized on a tactical blunder and exploited the opening it created, indirectly leading to the swift capture of a Ritual Node. Sensing that the attackers' command ability had grown by leaps and bounds, the enemy no longer dared try any tricks.
That was Lion's command ability.
Lu Jin's impression of Lion from ten thousand years ago was that he had been socially inept, bad at handling relationships, and quick-tempered and vicious.
Lion had naturally changed over the past ten thousand years, but even the Lion of ten thousand years ago could have commanded this well.
Lion would seize on and exploit any command error the enemy made.
When the enemy chose to play it safe, Lion could still use his superb tactics to force them into making mistakes.
The Alliance's Chapters no longer attacked Ritual Nodes individually. Instead, several Chapters, armored units, and dozens of Titans acted together. But this had done nothing to slow the war effort. On the contrary, when the enemy had to use teleportation to reinforce a particular fortress, Lion would redirect the Chapters sent to support the siege to attack weakly defended Ritual Nodes.
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