Here to Deliver Supplies

Primarch Warfare Conference Room.

"Pusilock, what are your thoughts?"

Pusilock, member of the Council of the Long Night, leader of Eight Hundred, and a super tactical mastermind of the Legion.

He has the same Prophecy abilities as Curze, but his abilities are more focused on tactical deduction.

Others think ten steps ahead for every one step they take, Pusilock thinks a hundred steps ahead for every one step he takes.

"Yes, the Boss. According to the battle report, the two Primarch's armies are locked in a fierce battle with the Xenos there."

"It is precisely because of this stalemate that excessive resource consumption has been caused, slowing down the progress."

"Furthermore, according to intelligence, that world is an Industrial World, which has certain strategic value to the Imperium. Therefore, considering all of the above, we cannot use Macro-cannon for indiscriminate attacks."

"I suggest that the Council of the Long Night lead the team to scout the enemy's main targets, and then, using our firepower advantage, conduct Macro-cannon strike to eliminate them at pinpoint locations."

"If the Macro-cannon doesn't work, we can use our unique Annihilation Weapons."

"Of course, if we can obtain firsthand information from the front lines, we can open fire immediately."

"Breaking the deadlock is one way," Shen said.

Pusilock was indeed a tactical master, and his operational analysis skills were also very strong.

But he always remembered what his Uncle had said.

When poor, use tactical infiltration; when rich, use artillery barrage.

This is his first principle in war command, and he is still practicing it today.

"Leave the Macro-cannon matter to me," Agrid said.

"No problem."

"You two brutes, calm down. Avoid using the Annihilation Weapons if you don't have to. Those Dark Angels are all big cats full of secrets."

"If we readily deploy the Necrontyr technology, that Lion will target us. Agrid, just use Macro-cannon. If one shot isn't enough, use two, or simply, one shot per key target."

Everyone looked at Cyrion, this cautious yet violent and cold-blooded Assassin.

He was the enemy's most terrifying blade of judgment, and also the most reliable war information master among his brothers.

"Cyrion and Pusilock's proposal is approved, but remember, we will only send supplies unless our allies ask for them."

"Understood, the Boss!"

"Let's prepare for action."

The Imperium Frontier, the front lines of the battlefield.

Report battle damage.

"Reporting, sir, the casualty ratio is approaching 1 to 50, and if our supplies are not replenished soon, we may need to temporarily retreat."

"What's the situation with the Salamanders?"

"According to the battle report, the Salamanders have organized the evacuation of all civilians, but their losses are much greater than ours. They can only hold out for another day at most, and some people haven't even been evacuated yet."

"Has the situation been explained to Horus?"

"We have requested support from the nearest friendly forces, but so far we have not received a response. The Department of General Affairs has only said that supplies will be delivered, but there is still no result."

Lion El'Jonson looked at the Star Chart, his brow furrowed.

That's how the Great Crusade is; it's accompanied by glory and sacrifice, and not every battle is easy.

More often than not, it's about making difficult choices.

"Is the Macro-cannon ready?"

"Sir, the Macro-cannon has overheated and will need to wait three hours before restarting."

Three hours.

Those bastards are going to retaliate again.

This would lead to a stalemate on the battlefield, resulting in more harm than good.

As for the Exterminatus... it's not yet time to use it.

As a master of Exterminatus, Lion El'Jonson has his own set of standards for judging whether and when to use them.

Has the Department of General Affairs announced the composition of the team escorting the supplies this time?

"No, they only said there were changes in the team, but they didn't reveal any specifics."

These Vermin!

They should be brought here to fill in the gaps.

"Sir! Communications Frequency request received."

"Bring him in."

"This is Captain Sandamel of the Nightfall. We are here on orders from the Department of General Affairs to deliver supplies. Report your affiliation, the status of the supplies, and any losses."

"This is the Dark Angels Flagship. I am the Flagship Officer. Currently, our supply reserves are only at 20%, and the battle casualty ratio is 1 to 50."

"Data on the Salamanders is more difficult to obtain than that on the Dark Angels. You arrived just in time, but why the Nightfall?"

"Big Brother, can you hear me?"

"Curze?"

The Lion was now completely bewildered.

He hadn't expected the Nightfall to be real, and that his brother had even come.

"It's me. I won't say more. We'll talk after the game."

How is the battle going?

"Difficult."

Tsk.

For the Boss to say it's difficult, that's quite troublesome.

But that's perfect.

"Sharing battle reports, is that alright?"

"Certainly."

"Big Brother, you're generous. I have both the Macro-cannon and the Exterminatus here. Which one do you choose, or do you need to go to the ground for targeted destruction?"

Lion El'Jonson paused for a moment.

He hadn't expected that his brother would share the same way about using weapons.

"The Salamanders haven't completely withdrawn yet, so high-powered weapons are unusable."

"Understood. Share the battle report with me, then you guys update it as soon as possible. We're going to the field."

"Okay, also, let's meet."

"No problem, it's been a while since we last saw each other."

Not long after, Curze arrived at the Unyielding Truth with Sevatar and Cyrion.

"Long time no see, Big Brother. What's the situation with the Xenos here? Are they really that tough to crack?"

"Long time no see, brother. The Xenos here are strange. Besides conventional weapons, these Xenos also possess strong Psychic Power."

Psychic Power?

"Lion El'Jonson is right, the Psychic Power fluctuations on this Planet are indeed very obvious, but they're not from Orks."

Night Haunter?

A battle situation that could make the Night Haunter speak is no ordinary matter.

"Don't be nervous, Curze. It's time to show the Xenos what the Inquisitors are capable of."

"That is natural, Night Haunter."

What's the status of their Psychic Power?

"These Xenos' Psychic Power are primarily reconnaissance-type; our infiltration and stealth attempts have mostly ended in failure."

Investigation?

Isn't that a coincidence?

"Leave it to us," Curze said.

Are you sure?

"Don't worry, we're professionals at dealing with these web-spinning Spiders."

"Cyrion."

"Exist!"

"Pass the word down: find the Spiders and burn their webs."

"Yes!"

"Why are you using the name of the Department of General Affairs?" Lion El'Jonson glanced at Cyrion and then asked.

"There was no other way. Uncle Ma was keeping a tight rein on me and wouldn't let me go to the front lines. In the end, my Dad came up with this flimsy solution."

"Now I'm the Transport Corps Commander for my brothers."

"Haha, what a wonderful metaphor."

"This isn't a metaphor; I'm really here to deliver supplies. The Eighth Legion is now responsible for escorting the Department of General Affairs's baggage."

Are you... sure?

"Just kidding, bro, would I lie to you?"

Very good!

Finally, I don't have to put up with those Vermin anymore!

"You've come just in time, Curze."

"They definitely need to come quickly. The war that Lion El'Jonson described as difficult is not to be underestimated."

"My lord, the Evernight Legion is ready."

"Alright, we'll enter surface combat in ten minutes."

"Clear."