In truth, things on the Tyranid battlefield were nowhere near as easy as Lin En had made them sound.
The drones were almost gone.
The Iron Boxes had dropped from two thousand to fifteen hundred, then from fifteen hundred to twelve hundred, from twelve hundred to eight hundred, and from eight hundred to five hundred... faster and faster, more and more violently, with no way to stop it.
Boo-hoo. His sea of drones was about to disappear.
Once the drones were gone, they would have to engage the Kraken fleet at close quarters and send people out to fight the bugs.
Lin En had prepared himself for that, too.
Fighting bugs meant casualties and sacrifices. The Astartes were warriors, and warriors might never return from the battlefield.
When there was no other choice, he could accept unavoidable sacrifices.
Bullshit!
Lin En strangled that thought in his head.
He killed it completely, leaving not a trace.
Accept sacrifices? Accept what sacrifices? Who was going to be sacrificed?
What the hell counted as an unavoidable sacrifice?
He would equip Thirty Days when the time came!
How could any sacrifice count as unavoidable when he hadn't even equipped Thirty Days yet!!!
With a savage expression, Lin En was considering how to eliminate the Great Devourer responsible for all these problems.
A request popped up on the screen.
The communications officer tapped a key and turned to look at him.
"My lord, the Lamenters' fighter formation is ready for takeoff."
Lin En acknowledged him.
Phoros called from the Lamenters' Battle Barge.
Lin En answered.
Phoros had removed his helmet and stood before the screen.
His golden ponytail hung quietly behind him. His blue eyes were calm and deep, without impatience or fear, like the starry void outside Bolomite.
"Phoros."
Phoros smiled. "My