"Ah, I can hardly answer that question, Pex. You had better come back as soon as possible. We need to discuss this face-to-face." With that, Cornwall ended the call.
For Cornwall, his dream of ruling his own little kingdom was about to end. For Pex, the way things were developing did not bode well for any of his plans.
Pex did not immediately return to the military conference. He walked over to a window and gazed down at the silent, barren Euronia IV.
What a pity. Humanity might never get another chance to conquer this planet. In the future, it might spawn tens or hundreds of billions of green-skinned monsters, and they would be everyone's problem.
Commissar Kester was aboard the flagship of an Imperial Navy fleet. Comprising one battleship, four cruisers, twenty destroyers, and a number of frigates and transports, this fleet was a force that could not be ignored.
Against an ordinary indigenous civilization, this fleet and the two million Astra Militarum troops aboard it would have been more than enough to wipe that civilization out with ease.
But sending this fleet against the Great Devourer's Tyranid Fleet amounted to little more than doing their best and dying in service to the Imperium.
Even the Departmento Munitorum could not understand why its tactical projections had been so far off.
Why had a Tyranid Swarm from Hive Fleet Leviathan, engaged in battle with an Ork-held system, suddenly changed course, abandoning its attack on the Ork system before it to head for an insignificant place like Euronia?
Before the Tyranid Fleet arrived, Commissar Kester received an emergency promotion. He was no longer merely assisting the system's Governor and System Commander, but had entered the command circle as one of its decision-makers.
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