They Really Were the Emperor's Angels

After confirming that every mine shaft on Slaughterhouse Three had been cleared, Phoros ordered a full evacuation.

Lin En and the Adeptus Custodes stood at the back, supervising.

They looked like three idlers watching a construction site.

Three million civilians streamed out of the mine tunnels in batches and boarded the Transport Shuttles under the guidance of the Astartes.

The hatches closed, the shuttles lifted off, and the next wave came down.

Three Chapter Masters stood at the mine entrance, counting people one by one. The gravely wounded were placed in Stasis Fields, including several warriors injured by the Greenskins.

Lin En watched and nodded.

He even turned to the two Adeptus Custodes. "See how well Phoros has everything under control?"

Valerian and Carl: "..."

Lin En paid them no mind. Satisfied, he turned back to watch.

As an Apothecary was putting a gravely wounded man into a Stasis Field, the man struggled. "Ch-Chapter Master, I'm fine... Let me go. I'm not going in there!"

The Apothecary lifted his armor, glanced at the wound, and smacked him on the head. "Your intestines are hanging out!"

Lin En found a moment to call over, "It's fine! If he doesn't want to go into a Stasis Field, don't make him! We have Dreadnoughts now. If he's hurt too badly, he can go straight into one of those!"

"..."

The wounded man lay down on his own and fastened the Stasis Field cover himself.

The three million civilians had almost finished evacuating.

Transport Shuttles lifted off one after another, carrying the civilians to the fleet in orbit.

Only the last few groups remained. Another trip or two would get everyone off the planet.

Another group of civilians entered a shuttle. The ramp retracted, the hatch closed, and only a small group remained