With a clear plan in place, Su Ming and the Sister spent the following days stealing leisure amid their busyness.
They claimed they were going to deal with the Necrons and compete in the enemy-killing contest, but whenever the Space Marines spotted them, the pair were either eating and drinking atop the relay tower or taking a leisurely stroll along the edges of some battlefield.
They did not seem anxious in the slightest.
The Space Wolves and Dark Angels, on the other hand, took this competition very seriously. Neither side wanted to lose to the other, so despite their limited forces, they carried out several flanking and encirclement operations, wiping out large numbers of enemies.
Another week passed like this. The planet had completely lost its daytime. No matter when one looked up, the sky was covered in dark clouds, and corrosive acid rain fell from them.
The air carried the stench of decay, and broken corpses lay almost everywhere.
The environment was no longer suitable for picnics, but during these days, Su Ming had secretly tracked the other factions extensively.
Although the entire planet had been divided into small war zones a week ago, members of the same race would ultimately do their best to converge. Those interlocking front lines and salients from before had mostly been the beginnings of encirclements or counter-encirclements.
Now the dust had settled, and the Necrons held fast to the planet's equatorial belt. Along that line, they could receive endless reinforcements from underground.
In other words, the entrance to the crucial Grand Cemetery was at some point along the equator.
"Same as usual today?"
After spending so much time with Deathstroke, the Sister seemed to have gradually adapted to a life of giving up on thinking. Every day, she prayed upon waking up, then