"How many warriors should we send to deal with them?"
"I think a hundred warriors would be enough," one of the Beiwei Army said.
"No, we're best suited to dealing with them. Let us go." Half the Techmarines were Iron Hands, with a few descendants of the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists among them.
"Chapter Master, fifty of my Wolf Brothers will be enough," Kuroser said hastily.
The warriors who had rushed over after Evan awoke gradually went from visiting him to competing for command of the expedition.
"Enough. I want the safest approach. Nian Cijin, take two hundred warriors and twenty Wind and Cloud-class Battleships. Bring a Battle Barge, and take Anthony along too. Hopefully, you won't need to wake him. Once you've dealt with the enemy, you don't need to return. Continue garrisoning the Great Thousand World. You can also carry out the Trade Fleet's secondary assignments."
Evan looked around. Why were there so few people who spared him any worry...?
"Hmm? Where are the Dawn Angels?"
"Them? They're waiting in line."
Well, the Dawn Angels hadn't come. They were waiting for the Lamenters to finish crying so they could carry their drawing boards in to see the Archangel.
Unlike the Lamenters, they kept feeling that something was off. Even if their Gene-Father returned, surely it should have happened during a fierce battle, when the angels had fought their enemies to exhaustion and were surrounded with no way out, only for him to burst onto the scene and save his sons.
A battlefield ablaze, salvation in their darkest hour—that was a return worthy of the Archangel.
But this... you picked my dad up out of a derelict ship? What's that supposed to be?
After a few days, they came to terms with it. The Archangel's mind was