Several warships had gone out on patrol. Only the Light of Dawn came to the world that had been raided earlier.
This world had suffered devastating losses. Much of its population had been taken captive, and the local general had died in battle.
When the surviving officials saw the Light of Dawn arrive, they rushed to Evan, sobbing and sniveling.
"We really did everything we could! Even my home was looted, and those damned xenos took my second brother-in-law! You have to get justice for me!"
Devastation stretched as far as the eye could see. The Drukhari scorned human technology and only plundered people, sometimes taking raw resources as well.
The world's population had plummeted. The Drukhari had slaughtered at will, committing unspeakable atrocities before "packing up their dark feast to take home to the family." This impoverished little planet had barely enjoyed a few comfortable days before its people were all but wiped out.
The veterans led over a hundred recruits through the ruins. These battle-hardened warriors pointed out every blade mark and bullet hole, teaching the recruits how the Drukhari fought-and the suffering these enemies had inflicted on humanity.
The Crimson Tide Chapter's first lesson was always to make these superhuman warriors realize that they were not the angels others called them. They came from the people.
They were the finest among these people kneeling on the ground, weeping into their hands. The people had entrusted all their hopes to them, and they had failed to protect their home.
During this encounter, the local defense forces, extensively equipped with flamers, had performed quite well. The planet had faithfully followed Evan's plans, undertaking large-scale agricultural production and processing.
Unfortunately, against the enemy's blindingly fast ground and aerial vehicles, the flamers proved inadequate.
The local commander immediately recognized the enemy's