Oest's hand rested at his waist, instinctively gripping the bolt pistol that had accompanied him through countless years.
Remembered by Father? Was that really possible?
He truly began to ponder the question.
He and his soldiers could leave a clear coordinate marker on the colossal ship, allowing Father to use it to bring in more troops.
Would Father successfully capture this battleship?
No! Father would definitely succeed!
After Father succeeded, he would remember our sacrifice... Every time he used this colossal ship to crush the Imperium, he would look through our identification numbers in his data network...
What... incomparable glory!
The more Oest thought about it, the more excited he became. His fingers tapped rhythmically against his bolt pistol.
He turned to his soldiers and announced it to them. These warriors, who had struggled and fought through countless twisted years in the Warp, became excited one after another as well.
If there were three things they desired most in their lives, they were undoubtedly these.
Destroy the Imperium, kill every yellow-skinned idiot, and make Father proud of them.
Of those, destroying the Imperium and killing all the yellow-skinned idiots might not have had much to do with their own will. More likely, Father's obsession with the Imperium and those yellow-skinned idiots had simply rubbed off on them.
"Swear it to our Father. Only then can I believe what you say."
"No problem. I swear to the ruler of the Heart of Ideals, the conqueror and builder of the Endless Fortress, the supreme commander of the Eternal Ironbone Legion, the sole master of the Iron Blood, the father of the Iron Warriors!"
"In that case... do what you must."
Oest's voice vanished, replaced by a third of the Iron Warriors fleet breaking away from the formation and flying toward the battlefield.