When the Commander Says "Charge" and "Follow Me"

"My lord, please don't put yourself in danger! Leave the front line to us! Please fall back and command from the rear!"

Amid the thunder of battle, Lin En charged at the very front, driving forward with Machine Spirit Resonance.

It was the first time the Flesh Tearers and Blood Knights had seen anything like it. Artillery fire nearly drowned out Sentoyor's voice over the comms, but he kept piloting his craft and urgently pleading with Lin En to fall back.

What kind of commander charged at the front?

It wasn't as if he were an Ultramarine—scratch that.

"Fall back? Like hell! Follow me! Kill the Tyranids! Not one of us is dying!" Lin En refused to listen.

The Night Goddess dipped its prow and plunged straight through the swarm's barrage of acid. Gabriel and Sentoyor watched in alarm, but there was no stopping him.

The commander's ship became a mobile fortress for the entire fleet, racing wherever the swarm struck hardest.

Lin En's aura now had a radius of nine kilometers, giving it a diameter of eighteen.

An eighteen-kilometer-wide circle was enormous, even on a space battlefield.

The Night Goddess wove through the fleet, raising one zone after another where lives could be sustained without limit, doing everything it could to keep the warriors alive.

He cycled Mass Healing Aura on and off, alternated Buffs, and switched between Machine Spirit Resonance, Tactical Rehearsal, and Dimensional Slash.

He relied mainly on Machine Spirit Resonance and the warriors' ships to intercept the swarm along the entire line.

Wherever the line seemed ready to break, he switched to Dimensional Slash and cut the enemy down.

Dimensional Slash had a limited range, so using it meant Lin En had to go to the front line.

But he had thirty days. Who the fuck