Sigismund was the supreme commander of the Pluto Defense Zone. He had the authority to deploy every soldier and weapon of war within the zone, including Astartes companies, mortal auxiliary forces, and naval warships.
He was like a banner. As long as people could see the Black Knight's tall, imposing figure and the black sword in his hand, boundless strength would rise from the depths of their hearts.
As one of the three great champions of the Great Crusade and a commander personally appointed by Dorn, the Black Knight commanded immense prestige in everyone's eyes. Every action he took could affect the morale of hundreds of millions of troops across the defense zone.
And now, faced with the sudden eruption of war in space, he remained composed, watching with cold indifference as warships and star forts were continually destroyed on the holographic display.
"Connect me to the communications channels of every battlefield."
The Black Knight turned to the Tech-priest beside him. This oil-stained fellow was not dressed in the crimson robes marked with Mars's insignia, but in the attire of Ganymede's High Technology Commonwealth.
Sigismund was not particularly sensitive to politics, but even he could tell that these Tech-priests from Ganymede were far easier to deal with than the old lot from Mars.
Because of his earlier "salvage" operation on Mars, many members of the Adeptus Mechanicus secretly resented him, believing Sigismund had taken advantage of the disaster.
All the blame for those disgraceful decisions made by the Imperial high command had been dumped onto Sigismund's head.
"At once, my lord."
The Tech-priest immediately began operating the complex system, ensuring that every Imperial warrior and warship in the Pluto Defense Zone could hear the voice of their supreme commander.
He instinctively cleared his throat. His keen hearing could even detect