"These idiots! They're nothing but a bunch of useless fools!"
Spike roared in fury, his once-resolute face twisting into something nearly savage with rage. When he received word that the Astra Militarum's assault had been thwarted, his expression instantly turned livid, as though water could drip from it.
To create an opportunity for the Astra Militarum to attack the heretics' ground forces, the company under his command had already paid an enormous price—losing a full two-thirds of its men.
Yet now he learned that the Astra Militarum, an entire legion sent to assault the heretics' defensive positions, had still suffered losses numbering in the hundreds of thousands. The result was simply unbearable.
Spike clenched his teeth, his heart filled with resentment and indignation. Even so, when faced with the emergency distress signal sent by the Astra Militarum, he knew he could not simply stand by.
After all, if they failed to liberate this planet from the heretics' clutches, the losses suffered by the entire combined fleet would be far too great.
After a difficult period of deliberation, Spike finally decided to request Gabriel's authorization. Fortunately, Gabriel quickly approved his request.
Thus, without hesitation, Spike led the remaining thirty Blood Angels of his company aboard drop pods and plunged straight toward Manda Planet.
At the same time, General Kaberons, while requesting Blood Angels support, swiftly gathered his remaining army of three hundred thousand men and began urgently preparing for one final fierce assault on the heretics' defensive positions.
"Boom! Boom!"
The Blood Angels' drop pods landed not far from the Astra Militarum's position. Once the pods had come to a steady halt, Spike led the Blood Angels over to Kaberons.
"My lord!"
Upon seeing Spike arrive, Kaberons and Commissar Himmler respectfully gave him the Aquila salute.
"Useless." Spike looked disdainfully at