Amid the cheers, Angron drew closer and closer to the old veterans standing proudly before him. At last, the Primarch came to stand before them and extended his hand beneath their fearful yet excited gazes.
"I have reviewed each and every one of your work reports. Though you came from military backgrounds, the talent you have shown in administration has likewise pleasantly surprised me. It is precisely because of your help that I have been able to bring my ideas to life, one by one."
"My lord, such praise truly leaves me somewhat... overwhelmed."
The old veteran swallowed. Beneath Angron's smile, he could not utter a single word, his mind utterly blank.
Just as the atmosphere could be called jubilant, an alarm sounded from the city walls. Angron's guard immediately sprang into action, forming a wall of bodies around the Primarch and watching everything around them warily. Angron did not push his sons aside. He merely connected to the communications network and asked about the situation at the front.
"Guardsman, report the current situation."
As Angron's voice rang out, an Imperial officer immediately replied, "My lord! We have discovered a large number of undead approaching the eastern wall. The attached priests estimate their numbers at over two hundred thousand! Our artillery is intercepting their advance. You need not worry about the defensive line falling!"
Two hundred thousand undead? That was already more than the city's defenders.
Angron frowned. He thought that the sudden appearance of so many undead without warning had to be connected to this world's sorcery.
Those petty creatures disrupting our rear must have gathered together, intending to capture this city and provide more souls for their Wild Magic. But they will not succeed, because I am here!
The next second, Angron was about to order his guard