Hey, looks like the unlucky one has arrived~

Lin En maintained the aura and let them fight on their own first. He would take a break and draw a card.

Fine.

Phoros usually looked rather melancholic. With his long, straight golden hair, he looked artistic, like a harpist from a classical oil painting.

But he was anything but melancholic in a fight. When he hacked down the Red Corsair commander earlier, he had looked like he was about to succumb to the Black Rage.

The Lamenters were already formidable fighters, and the Sanguinary Descendants were the strongest in melee combat.

On top of that, they had the bonuses from various buffs.

Then there was the support of the Titans and Medium Vehicles.

And the continuous effects of the Mass Healing Aura...

There was no need to worry about them suffering losses.

They might as well be declared the winners directly.

If the Lamenters could still be driven back by Chaos like this, they really ought to repent before the Golden Throne.

The two Adeptus Custodes did not go and fight alongside the Lamenters.

They stood guard on the Titan beside Lin En.

The Emperor's orders to them were to protect Lin En, not to fight. The Astartes' mission was not worth their concern.

Lin En looked left and right, then simply climbed into a Titan's cockpit. He continued maintaining the aura while drawing cards right in its center.

Moreover, the position was high enough to overlook the entire battlefield, making it convenient for him to check on the Lamenters' movements at any time.

The two Adeptus Custodes gave him a thumbs-up, indicating that he should have done this sooner.

Lin En ignored them. Sitting in the Titan's pilot seat, he sank his consciousness into the Consciousness Space.

Valerian and Carl stood on either side of the Titan's shoulders.