At that moment, Angron cut in. "Since we can't deploy super-heavy weapons, the portals have limited transport capacity, and local production will take time... we can only find another way to launch a fierce attack on the enemy. They've accumulated more and more souls. Once they gather enough, they'll be able to use powerful Wild Magic. We must remain sufficiently wary of it. It could very well harm us."
"Yes... time waits for no one..." Leman Russ agreed with Angron. Then the three Primarchs fell silent at once, and their silence made the Space Marines guarding the area somewhat tense.
Then, as if testing whether their other brothers shared the same thoughts, each of them spoke only one sentence, until they had fully expressed their plan.
"Concentrate our elite troops, weapons, and ammunition..."
"Launch a rapid assault at maximum speed..."
"End their hopes before their plan is complete..."
"Ha ha ha ha..."
The three Primarchs laughed in unison, each praising the others for their astonishingly identical ideas.
Angron was the first to state his position. "I'll gather resources from the rear and transport them forward. They should reach you in four days."
Leman Russ said, "I'll assemble the elite troops and armored forces from the front lines. The remaining troops will contract the defensive line and withdraw all the way back to Imperium-controlled territory, preparing for a possible enemy counterattack."
"And I." Magnus raised his voice. "I will teach every Space Marine the secrets of using magic, so they can still fight the enemy even when unarmed."
"Magic..." Leman Russ remained cautious about that. "We should first ask for The Emperor's opinion. Although this magic differs from psychic power in essence, it is still a dangerous and difficult force to control."
"The Emperor will definitely oppose it." Angron curled his