"I Want to Be an Ordinary Person"

At that moment, the intelligence officer suddenly sprang up from the console.

"L-Lord! A large fleet signal has appeared behind us! There are a huge number of them! They're approaching at high speed!"

The entire bridge fell silent for a moment.

Phoros abruptly swallowed the rest of his words and turned around, placing both hands on the weapons console.

Lin En also turned around, his gaze growing cold.

Had the Tyranids really split off a force to circle around behind them?

No, impossible. They had clearly locked down the entire front.

"Identify the signal."

The communications officer worked rapidly. Then his whole body jolted as if he had been electrified, and he shouted excitedly, "Lord! Red livery! It's the Blood Angels! It's Chapter Master Dante's fleet! More than a dozen capital ships! And a huge number of escort vessels! They're rushing here at full speed from the direction of Baal!"

Lin En froze.

More than a dozen capital ships, and he had brought over a dozen successor chapters?

Holy crap, that old workhorse Dante. I told him to guard the home front, and he actually brought his people here to kill his way over???

A vast sea of red warships arrived.

Blood drops and wings were emblazoned on their red hulls, as if they had surged forth from the depths of hell.

The Blood Angels' true emphasis was not on "Angels" but on "Blood." They were the Emperor's angels of judgment!!!

On the fifteenth day, seeing that the Tyranids had failed to circle around to the rear, Dante decided to take a gamble. He left half of the Blood Angels to guard the rear and brought the other half to reinforce them.

A communications request popped up.

Lin En accepted it.

Dante's face appeared on the screen.

He was