one day ago.
Planetary Defense Force Command.
The bearded top general Valtov and his lieutenants stood around the holographic map of the planet. The dense red dots symbolized that the war situation on the planet was not optimistic.
"We need support." Valtov said calmly, "Orks and the bugs don't even need to decide the winner. The aftermath of their war will be enough to destroy us."
"But we will not have support. The invasion suffered by Macragge is the most serious, even more terrifying than the Tyranids war three hundred years ago..."
"The Emperor..." Valtov shook his head. He had fallen into despair, but his responsibilities did not allow him to let go of his burden easily.
"General!" A surprise call came from the liaison officer in the command room, "We have successfully connected to the communication of a Imperial Army team! They asked to talk to you!"
"Very good! Put the call on!" Valtov's eyes suddenly lit up with hope. Whether the people on this planet can survive depends entirely on this support fleet.
"This is Idealist Fleet, I am the supreme commander of the fleet Anjeflod."
"Hello..." Valtov wanted to explain the situation to Anjeflod, but the fleet commander obviously did not want to waste any time and waved his hand to signal Valtov to shut up.
"Next, the command of the planet is handed over to me. You have the right to report to Departmento Munitorum and Ultramar Sector Government, but in such an emergency, you have no right to refuse. In this way, I will send the first batch of troops to take over control. Please clear an area that is spacious and flat enough to welcome reinforcements. For the Emperor."
Communication was interrupted. Valtov received too much information at once and could not respond for a while.
"General, what should we do?"
"Do as they say." Valtov gritted his teeth and said, "Clean up Savvas Square outside the headquarters. That is the only flat and open area near us."
"There are a lot of bugs out there, General."
"There are a lot of bugs on this planet!" Valtov ordered firmly, "Let 5513th Armored Regiment and 112, 113, 114th Reserve Regiment clean up the square, and 223rd Artillery Regiment provide them with support."
The order was quickly conveyed to each combat unit, and they will go to Savvas Square to clean up the bugs.
Idealist Fleet is the support fleet from Big Canteen, but they are not the main force, they are just a squadron responsible for support.
The main fleet is taking Primarchs straight to Macragge, trying to eliminate Behemoth Hive Fleet, which is prospering again.
Although it is only a squadron, the power Anjeflod possesses cannot be underestimated.
Their fleet is a mixed fleet, with some human, Aeldari, and T'au ships mixed in.
Altogether, there are about 800 boats in total, but the ones that Anjeflod is most concerned about are the five 30-kilometer-long Hope-class Battleships designed by Oedmeir himself and produced in the Big Canteen Gas Giant material printing factory.
What an exaggerated figure this is, even the glory of Imperium - Gloriana-class Battleship cannot match the void legend at his feet.
Unyielding Truth is only twenty-eight kilometers long.
Macragge's Honour is only 26 kilometers.
Apart from the Abyss-class Battleship that existed in ancient legends, only the destroyed Emperor's Dream can be compared with Hope.
Such a huge battleship requires very few crew members. As long as there are 50,000 outstanding students graduating from the Naval Academy, the battleship can be 100% efficient.
The fluttering eagle serves as the bow of the ship, and the ship is covered with complex buildings composed of churches.
These churches are by no means just decorations. The Disruption Arc ejected from the towering spiers is enough to inflict huge damage to any approaching enemy.
The battleship has condensed countless secret technologies, which even the great sages Adeptus Mechanicus cannot completely understand. These great sages, who are like the incarnation of omniscience in the eyes of mortals, can only kneel at the feet of Oedmeir, offering deep admiration for the depth and breadth of her sea of knowledge.
The engine room is silent and extremely cold. The good heat dissipation and defibrillation methods allow the engine's energy utilization to reach an incredible level.
In addition to the Disruption Arc on the church steeple, the countless technological artillery hidden on the exterior of the battleship is even more powerful.
The huge Macro-cannon that can rotate the muzzle and has a mechanical recovery loader fascinates the Adeptus Mechanicus soldiers. They would rather die of exhaustion in the Macro-cannon chamber than understand the ingenious layout of the mechanical parts.
As long as I give the order, the hail of bullets will tear apart everything in front of me.
Anjeflod felt infinite pride in his heart, but he did not let pride go to his head just because he became the commander.
He knew that this battleship was only powerful in the eyes of ignorant people like them. In front of Ms. Oedmeir, these battleships were just assembly line products that balanced power and cost.
The only warship that really only considers its power is the behemoth that is 150 kilometers long, 70 kilometers high, and 60 kilometers wide.
A super battleship named Rebecca that integrates cargo carrying, combat, scientific research, and colonization.
But this kind of battleship still seems not to satisfy the great sage Oedmeir. There must be more technological treasures in her wise and thin body.
"What a powerful force this is..." Anjeflod trembled, excited goosebumps clung to his skin, and his face turned red.
Put your hands behind your back and look up.
It was a portrait of Oedmeir. Anjeflod had seen it many times in the Naval Academy, but he still couldn't get enough of this face.
"Remember your true heart, remember your knowledge, you are the best who have passed numerous examinations and possess absolute dedication and sacrifice."
After reciting this passage silently, this is the only wealth Anjeflod gained after being selected as captain.
Yes, this is his only wealth.
As the supreme commander of the fleet, he only has the power to command and display his talents.
Material comfort has nothing to do with him. He disdains the exquisite and wasteful meals of the nobles; he doesn't care about the beautiful and seductive beauties Daemonettes; he especially hates the abuse of public power that forms gangs and makes the family prosperous for generations.
This battleship, from the captain down to the maintenance workers, all meet the basic needs of life. They have enough food and clothing, a good family, and have acquired a wealth of knowledge that even Adeptus Mechanicus soldiers dare not imagine.
Now they are pursuing a higher ideal, fighting for the Emperor to protect mankind, and fighting for the poor people who are suffering in countless worlds.