Dante's transmission order, carrying the majesty of the Imperium and the will of judgment, was still traveling through the channel and had yet to reach the receiving terminals of either side when the vast, grim, dark-red silhouettes of the Blood Angels fleet, with their unmistakably alien style, had already put everyone on the battlefield on alert.
The Nova Corps' warning system was the first to emit a piercing alarm, marking the enormous unknown fleet that had suddenly appeared at the edge of the battlefield.
The commander's expression turned grave. She swiftly pulled up the database for comparison, and her heart sank—It's them!
The "Hilling Empire" rumored throughout the universe to effortlessly annihilate all resistance and begin massive interstellar expansion!
Meanwhile, aboard Ronan's flagship, the Dark Aster, the adjutant approached Ronan in quick, anxious strides. Ronan was currently immersed in the boundless exhilaration brought by the Power Stone.
"My lord! We've detected a fleet group with high-energy signatures! Based on characteristic comparisons, it is highly likely to be a fleet from the recently active 'Hilling Empire'! Supreme Wisdom once issued an order requiring all border fleets to maintain the highest alert upon encountering them and, if necessary... intercept them." The adjutant spoke cautiously, trying to remind Ronan of the other side's danger.
But at that moment, Ronan's mind had long since been filled with the nearly limitless energy of the Power Stone and his desire for destruction.
He cast a contemptuous glance at the dark-red fleet on the holographic star map. Feeling the power flowing from the warhammer in his hand—the power to crush stars with ease—he bared a savage grin.
"The Hilling Empire? This is the fleet that has Supreme Wisdom's mechanical head so nervous?" Ronan's voice brimmed with scorn and arrogance. "Perfect. Let me test their worth! Once I