He Wanted a Thorough Beating

For the first time, Lin En felt that even two hundred Sentinel Mechs were not quite enough.

But the other vehicles with serious firepower were all too expensive to use as cannon fodder.

In theory, he could also control two hundred Titans.

But Titans were far too expensive. There was no way anyone would assign him two hundred of them to lead the charge as cannon fodder.

Couldn't the Imperium develop a vehicle that was big, heavily armed, cheap, and expendable enough to throw away without a second thought?

Two hundred Sentinel Mechs stood in neat ranks, their heavy bolters all aimed at the enemy positions. Every shoulder-mounted missile pod opened, revealing densely packed fragmentation warheads.

The Third Company Captain had already drawn his power sword. He turned to Lin En and asked casually, "What do you think, Chaplain?"

"What else can I think, Captain? Looking at that formation, they're clearly planning to fight us to the bitter end."

Then let's fight to the bitter end. We'll see who outlasts whom.

Lin En raised his right hand, and the golden aura of [Group Healing] instantly spread out to a radius of nine hundred meters.

Yes, it had originally reached over a thousand meters. Now it was down to nine hundred.

The healing aura burned through psychic energy far too quickly. Ever since he had started using his own reserves, activating it sent his stored energy pouring out as though it cost nothing.

A psychic energy stat of 32 was still far too low. He might not have thought much of it when drawing on the Emperor's psychic energy, but when it came out of his own 32, the drop felt painfully obvious.

He wanted a thorough beating.

Better turn it on anyway. It's not like I can leave it off.