"Governor."
"Governor."
The rescued survivors waited until Cisrain turned around before speaking slowly.
Their eyes were filled with reverence.
To express the utmost admiration in their hearts without reservation was the greatest respect they could offer the Governor.
Their Governor was practically an invincible war god, coming and going freely across the battlefield.
His true strength was likely as formidable as the Primarchs of old—no, perhaps even greater than some Primarchs. The Emperor's Sword in his hand brought both his power and combat skills to their utmost limits. Every swing struck terror into the enemy's hearts, and every glance sent their souls flying from their bodies.
Though the Governor was powerful, recalling this battle still made their hearts pound, because they had skirted the edge of life and death countless times throughout it.
In this battle, even with a large number of warriors and powerful gunners comparable to Dreadnoughts, they had nearly failed to overcome the Dark Eldar Nightmare Bishop and Kabal. These Dark Eldar warriors had honed their combat skills to the extreme, each one like a phantom on the battlefield. This was especially true for the Silver-White Armor Legion, who had never fought these creatures before. Their first encounter with the Dark Eldar had caught them completely off guard.
Although they had used tactics to reclaim several small battlefields outside the main conflict and temporarily suppressed the enemy with overwhelming firepower,
on the main battlefield, they had still unknowingly fallen into the traps laid by their opponents.
Had the Governor not arrived in time and driven back the terrifying war machine stationed at the Webway entrance,
they might have been ambushed to death by the enemy lurking within the Webway.
Before the Webway opened, they had always believed the Dark Eldar were finished. Who could have known it