"News from the front: the leader of the Poor Prince cult has been slain."
"Ninety percent of the leaders of those heretical cults that worship the Fire God have also been eliminated."
"Praise the Lord of Valor."
Within Saint's Port, the head of the Rebel Army's intelligence network stood beside Lion and reported on the recent state of the war.
At the same time, he heard the Gene-father before him humming to himself, clearly satisfied with the current state of the war to the utmost degree.
Commanding the Battle of Alert Star was a pleasure for Lion—one could even call it a vacation.
During this period, more than twenty Chapters arrived one after another.
But even if those Chapters had not come, Lion could still have commanded Lu Jin, after he united every faction on the planet willing to defend Alert Star, to purge the Genestealers, Chaos heretics, and all other hostile forces from Alert Star.
There were ample troops.
And there was Lu Jin, a strategic humanoid weapon who could be sent anywhere and cause the enemy there to lose its core command structure within half a day.
Because this war had been so comfortable to fight, Lion occasionally fantasized about what it would have been like if someone like Lu Jin had existed during the Great Crusade—provided, of course, that he had not hated the Imperium of Man as he did now.
But Lion also believed that if Lu Jin always prioritized fighting Chaos over fighting the Imperium of Man, then, just as he was helping the people of Alert Star fight now, he would have aided the Imperium rather than the xenos and Chaos forces during the Great Crusade.
"The war on Alert Star is expected to end in two months," said another commander of the Planetary