The armored convoy drove along the deck, which had been reinforced by Martian Technicians after its collapse, toward the lower levels. As the Sisterhood's chief commander, Tita stood atop an armored vehicle painted black with golden fleur-de-lis patterns, eagerly awaiting the Emperor's command vehicle. Gene-modded Warriors and transports from the First Secret Regiment formed a long column as they passed before her under infantry cover. Sisterhood Artificial Humans and trained, enhanced girls seamlessly joined the convoy, while only Tita and several other Sisterhood Commanders boarded the Emperor's massive command vehicle.
"This war has gone a little too smoothly," Amon said over the Communication Channel. It was not as though he had not read the casualty reports. The mortal forces had suffered more than two thousand casualties in total, while the Gene-modded Warriors had lost over fifty men. Yet to the Praetorian Guard, such losses in an environment of this combat intensity could already be called negligible. "Whenever my lord is present, wars end especially smoothly. What if those Human Army soldiers become dependent on my lord on the battlefield? He has other work to complete. He cannot waste all his time on the battlefield."
"A reasonable concern, but you are worrying too soon."
Hannibal marched beside the command vehicle. Though the Reconnaissance Drones had already followed coordinates provided by the Kamar-Taj Arcanists to scout out a relatively safe route wide enough for armored vehicles, the Praetorian Guard would never lower their vigilance. Their astonishing dynamic vision swept across every crack and shadow on the deck, assessing the integrity of the Martian Technicians' work while remaining alert for possible assassins. Hammurabi, likewise armed with a shield and greatsword, did the same, but he did not join the discussion—the Gene-modded Warriors had performed exceptionally well in this battle. Even those suffering mortal