"General Bulon! A Greenskin fleet has suddenly appeared behind our fleet!"
Bulon's adjutant, Tocqueville, stood at the command dais, his eyes fixed tightly on the enormous Auspex array and the complex cogitator systems before him.
Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, and his hands trembled slightly from nervousness.
Just moments ago, he had been fully focused on analyzing battlefield data and intelligence. Then, in the next second, the screen displayed a shocking sight: a massive Greenskin fleet was bearing down on them from the rear.
Hearing Tocqueville's cry, General Bulon, who had been focused on directing the battle, abruptly raised his head. Confusion and surprise flashed through his eyes.
"What? How could Greenskins appear in the Jesta Star System? That's impossible."
As he spoke, he swiftly turned his gaze toward the Auspex array. It showed five battered, grotesque warships charging toward their fleet at tremendous speed.
Faced with this sudden threat, Bulon did not hesitate. He immediately seized the communicator and roared to the entire fleet:
"All ships, attention! A Greenskin fleet has appeared to our rear! All warships, turn around immediately! Concentrate firepower and teach these damned xenos a brutal lesson first!"
With his order, the fleet that had been advancing in neat formation instantly began adjusting its posture.
Engines rumbled thunderously as the warships turned one after another, their gun batteries aiming at the approaching Greenskin fleet.
Tocqueville, however, seemed somewhat hesitant. Looking at Bulon with a face full of confusion, he asked:
"General, are we really just letting those heretics ahead of us go so easily? If we don't take this chance to wipe them out in one stroke..."
Before he could finish, Bulon coldly cut him off. "Now is not the time to think about those heretics! Kill the Greenskins first, then kill the