Four days later, the Carl II Space Station had long since shed the smell of gunpowder from the battle, replaced by a scene of orderly and busy activity.
The orbital spaceport was brightly lit, with dozens of massive Imperium transport ships docked in their berths.
The massive mechanical cranes roared as they hoisted heavy crates of ammunition, Adamantium armor plates, and energy batteries from the transport ship's cargo hold and transferred them to the space station's underground armory.
The Servitor, dressed in gray uniforms, stood in neat rows, carrying supplies and mechanically repeating the same actions.
Inside a relatively intact hall of Carl II, Tech-Priest chanted the Omnissiah prayer, repairing damaged weapons as if they were brand new.
On the bridge of the Gemstone, Dominic stood in front of a huge holographic star map, looking at the green dots that formed a line on it.
Those points of light represent a supply fleet en route, a graceful blue flight path extending from Brevis Starport.
It traverses the asteroid belt and eventually connects to the Carl II Space Station.
This route has been optimized three times, avoiding all Warp turbulence and gravitational anomalies, and the entire journey takes only two and a half days.
"Reporting, sir, the seventh supply fleet has successfully passed through the Asteroid Belt No. 3 and is expected to arrive at Carl II in six hours," the communications officer's voice rang out respectfully.
Dominic nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
"Very good. Notify the logistics department to prepare for receipt. All ammunition must be distributed to all warships within twelve hours, and repair spare parts should be prioritized for the Gemstone."
"Yes, sir!"
The communications officer turned and left, and the bridge returned to silence.
Dominic stretched out his only remaining right hand and traced a line across the blue supply route on the holographic star map.
As my fingertips traced the complete path, an indescribable excitement welled up inside me.
He had participated in countless wars, from the final battle of the Third War for Armageddon to dealing with the Chaos Daemons emerging from the Eye of Terror.
He had seen far larger spectacle before, but never had he felt so satisfied as this.
This was the first time he had independently commanded a full-scale, intergalactic war as the supreme commander.
No longer someone's deputy, no longer a pawn carrying out orders from superiors.
He basically made all the tactical decisions, troop deployments, and other decisions.
This feeling of being able to stand on his own made his blood boil.
Of course, he wasn't blinded by victory.
He knew very well that without Kerry von, the war would probably have been lost long ago.
If it weren't for Lynn's ambush on Carl II, which wiped out the three million landing Orks...
He immediately saw through the truth that Ragnar was not dead and stopped his hasty pursuit.
He's probably already back in Brevis with his remaining troops, having fled in disgrace.
Dominic's gaze unconsciously drifted towards the distant orbital airport.
He couldn't see clearly what was there, but he knew that somewhere in the airport, in a secluded corner, there should be two people sitting there.
One was a man wearing a black trench coat, and the other was a girl with long silver-white hair.
The two either stood side by side, with their backs to the bridge, or gazed at the dark starry sky in the distance.
They were very close, the girl's head resting slightly on Lynn's shoulder, their posture intimately intimate.
Thinking of this, Dominic frowned slightly.
That white-haired girl.
Ever since Lynn arrived at Carl II, this girl has stayed by his side, inseparable from him.
She identified herself as Lynn's personal assistant, Ailei.
But Dominic always felt that this girl was not simple.
Her eyes were too cold, too deep, unlike those of an ordinary human girl.
Moreover, she was exceptionally agile; last time, a crazed Orks prisoner broke free of his restraints and charged at Lynn.
Before the guards could react, the girl casually snapped their necks.
What Dominic was even more concerned about was Lynn's relationship with this girl.
The two were practically inseparable, eating together, attending meetings together, and even sleeping in the same room at night.
Anyone with eyes can see that their relationship is far from that of a typical superior and subordinate.
Dominic pulled up the data terminal on his wrist and retrieved the investigation data about Kerry.
It's clearly stated in the documents.
Kerry Von, Planetary Governor Brevis, and his wife, Isolde Cora, the eldest daughter of a lord of the long-established noble Kora Family of Calicia.
Lynn gained the support of the Isolde family and was successfully elected governor of Brevis through his marriage to Isolde.
According to the investigators' report, Lynn and Isolde had a very harmonious marital relationship.
Isolde was gentle and virtuous, managing the Governor's mansion's internal affairs impeccably and fully supporting Lynn's work.
Lynn also had great respect for Isolde, and there was never any negative news about him.
However, it now appears that these reports were clearly inaccurate.
Dominic shook his head slightly and turned off the data terminal.
He doesn't exactly reject this behavior.
After all, such things were all too common in the Imperium aristocratic circles.
Which nobleman doesn't have several mistresses? Which noblewoman doesn't have several lovers?
Everyone knows the unspoken agreement; as long as it's not brought up in the open, no one will investigate.
However, on the surface, the Imperium still strictly enforced monogamy.
The family order of nuns strictly monitored the marital status of nobles.
In the eyes of the Imperium, marriage was not merely the union of two individuals, but also a political alliance between two families.
A stable marital relationship can effectively prevent the dispersion of power and infighting, and can also better resist the corruption of Chaos.
After all, a chaotic private life is often the easiest defense line for the enemy of Chaos to breach.
However, Dominic had no intention of interfering in Lynn's family affairs.
Firstly, Lynn is now his most important ally and the key to victory in this war.
He didn't want this personal matter to affect their working relationship.
Secondly, according to the investigation, Lynn and Isolde's relationship had not broken down; in fact, it could be said that they were quite affectionate.
Since the parties involved don't care, why should an outsider like him meddle?
"As long as he can help me win this war and wipe out the Orks, what does this little thing matter?"
Dominic murmured to himself, stopping his thoughts and looking back at the holographic star map.
A hopeful smile returned to his face.
"In three more days, the last batch of supplies will arrive, and then it will be time for us to attack Dorito."
" Ragnar, this time, I will personally cut off your head to avenge Ralfa and all the fallen soldiers!"
Meanwhile, in a remote corner of the rail airport.
Just as Dominic had thought.
Lynn and " Ailei " sat side by side on an abandoned shipping container, gazing at the glittering starry sky in the distance.
He was unaware that his image in Dominic's eyes had undergone a subtle change.
But if Lynn knew what Dominic was thinking, she would definitely laugh.
After all, the original owner of the name Kerry Von was a playboy.