The Night Had Grown Deep

Inside the Thunderhawk Gunship, the men from the First and Eighth Legions sat facing each other.

Compared to the silence and seriousness of the First Legion, the Eighth Legion was relatively more relaxed.

Because at this point, they were still reading the Code.

"Cousin, out of a sense of responsibility towards the new recruits on the battlefield, my advice to you is to put away the Code and prepare as much as possible."

"Thanks for the reminder, but our preparations began long before we even set off."

They did come to deliver supplies, but they also came to participate in the war.

They were just joking when they said they wouldn't take action unless their allies spoke up.

"Are you going to use those Laws and clauses to persuade the Xenos?"

"No, for those who act outside their nature, their only fate is annihilation. We read books simply out of interest."

Just as some people pray before entering the battlefield, we are accustomed to reading before entering the battlefield.

The Dark Angels fell silent until they saw the rendezvous markers on the ground.

We're almost at our destination.

Upon hearing this, the entire Evernight Judges Legion neatly put away their Codes. This simple action impressed the Dark Angels.

To be able to accomplish something so efficiently, their military discipline must be extremely strict.

Strict military discipline often indicates strong combat effectiveness.

"Gentlemen, before we enter the battlefield, I have a question," Cyrion said.

What's the problem?

"You guys shouldn't catch a cold, right?"

"Is this supposed to be a joke to lighten the mood before the battle starts?"

"No, I'm serious."

What do you mean by that?

"It's simple, it's late at night, and you're more likely to catch a cold."

The moment the airship landed, the hatch opened, and Cyrion immediately began deployment.

"Sandamel, begin the operation."

"Understood. Initiate connection to the Machine Spirit."

On the Flagship Nightfall, Sandamel's Psychic Power began to take effect, and his Psychic Power was docking with the Flagship's Machine Spirit.

He had done this many times before, and although this was his first time connecting with the Flagship, it was no different.

"Machine Spirit docking successful."

"Great, brothers, let's begin setting up the Evernight Local Network."

"Clear."

The Dark Angels, who were beside Cyrion and his companions, sensed a strange fluctuation at that moment.

"Psychic Power?"

Cyrion nodded and made a shushing gesture.

"Network established."

"Received. Initiating connection to the Unyielding Truth combat channel. Battle report sharing and location sharing are enabled. Status is displayed in real time."

"Give those Xenos bastards a taste of the Nostramo people' power, Cyrion."

"Clear."

Cyrion nodded, then looked at the Dark Angels to the side.

"Cousin, it's late, remember not to catch a cold."

Buzz.

Suddenly, all the Dark Angels felt a buzzing in their heads.

Just as they were about to make their move, Cyrion firmly stopped them.

"Take a deep breath. Dizziness is normal; after all, this is your first time accessing Evernight."

"Evernight?"

"Yes, a real-time battlefield feedback system built using Psychic Power and technological means—that's my patent."

As soon as Cyrion finished speaking, the scenery before the Dark Angels changed.

It looks like someone put a dark filter on their eyes.

However, as Astartes, this impact won't be a problem.

What truly shocked them was the change that came with entering this so-called Evernight.

"Once you enter this network, everything you encounter on the battlefield will be reported in real time, allowing us to make adjustments and adapt flexibly based on this feedback."

May we achieve a resounding victory.

After saying this, Cyrion transformed into a black streak of light and disappeared before the eyes of the Dark Angels.

Then the rest of the Evernight Judges Legion also disappeared.

All they saw was a shimmering light blending into the shadows.

To outsiders, the Eighth Legion Corps had vanished.

However, to the Dark Angels who had entered the Evernight, they had not disappeared; they had simply hidden themselves completely.

Terrifying ability!

If they weren't connected to the network, they wouldn't have discovered these people, and if Cyrion had any ill intentions towards them, they would have been beheaded.

Horrible!

At the same time, the Flagship Officer of the Unyielding Truth also docked with Sandamel.

"Hello, cousin, I will be providing you with live battlefield updates from now on."

"No problem, let's begin."

Buzz!

The entire instrument panel of the Unyielding Truth began to spin uncontrollably, eventually adjusting to the optimal value.

Even the overheated Macro-cannon is ready to fire.

"Omnissiah above! The Machine Spirits are communicating, the Machine Spirits of the two Flagships are resonating!"

The Adeptus Mechanicus Priest aboard the Unyielding Truth has gone mad.

"Sir, I request to speak with the captain of the Nightfall, immediately!"

"He is absolutely the Chosen One of Omnissiah!"

"Captain Sandamel, my personnel request to speak with you."

"Request dismissed. I was merely operating the machinery according to the safety regulations in the Code, not some kind of shamanistic sorcerer."

"Alright, real-time battlefield data has been synchronized, and the Orbital Strike is in position; we are ready to fire at any time."

On the ground battlefield, the Dark Angels originally thought that since they were familiar with the battlefield environment, they should be the vanguard and lead the charge.

But when it came to actually doing it, I realized something was wrong.

The combat skills of this Evernight Judges Legion are unbelievably high, as if they have fought on a battlefield of life and death for hundreds of years.

Moreover, their infiltration was truly silent.

Just as no one is surprised or alert to the arrival of night, their infiltration was like the fall of darkness.

"Don't be timid. We'll handle the sentry posts; you guys take charge of the assault. I'm the professional in reconnaissance."

Hearing Cyrion's words, the Dark Angels remained silent for a millisecond before launching its attack.

Click!

The Boltgun is loaded.

"For Lion El'Jonson!"

Wow, these cousins are really repressed.

Watching the dark green torrent rush into the enemy ranks, Cyrion felt that these people were even more depressed than they were.

That is indeed the case.

The main problem was that they were locked in a stalemate with the other side, and the fight was incredibly frustrating.

"Sandamel, the Evernight Network exploration has begun. Be prepared for docking."

"Clear."

The previously coordinated team instantly dispersed, the entire network expanded again, and the battle situation became clear in an instant.

"Salamanders squad spotted."

"Feedback received. Initiating contact with the Salamanders Fleet Flagship Officer."

"Evernight is preparing to connect."

At this moment, the Salamanders were in the deepest part of the Xenos nest, with a group of Mortals behind them.

"Captain, will reinforcements arrive?"

"I don't know. We'll set off immediately after the rest period; we can't wait any longer."

"Sizzle, sizzle."

Can you hear me?

"Ground support forces of the First Legion and Eighth Legion are moving into the target area. Report your positions."

Reinforcements!