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Lin En said no more.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth again, he would turn into a nag.

He knew that life and death were unpredictable on the battlefield.

But now, he was more willing to believe that they could do it.

The Lamenters, Flesh Tearers, and Blood Knights weren't children who needed him to lead them by the hand. They were the Emperor's finest angels, tempered on the most dangerous battlefields.

They were already excellent in their own right.

Gabriel and Sentoyor followed Phoros in pounding their fists against their chests.

The three Chapter Masters moved in perfect unison as they made the same promise to their commander.

They would stake the honor and dignity of every member of the Blood Progeny on bringing all three million civilians on Slaughterhouse 3 back safe and sound.

All their lord had to do was wait at home.

Wait to throw them a victory feast.

They weren't children who couldn't even walk without their commander.

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Lin En loaded them up with countless weapons, supplies, medical devices, and Stasis Fields.

Iron Hammer was dozing in the warehouse when Lin En slapped him awake.

His sister worked so diligently and frugally, while Iron Hammer, the head of industry, had become extremely good at slacking off.

"What are you doing?!" Iron Hammer jumped up, yawning sleepily with his hair sticking up like a bird's nest.

Lin En smacked the list against his face. "Stop yawning and start counting. Bolter Rounds, Melta Bombs, Heavy Flamers, medical kits, Stasis Fields... Bring everything out. Take as much as we have."

Iron Hammer stopped yawning halfway through. "This much?! Are you sending Phoros to fight Greenskins or a Titan?"

Lin En didn't even turn around. "Greenskins. I want them to have so much