The Lion Was Too Merciful

"This is Salamanders, we..."

Boom!

Before the Salamanders squad leader could finish speaking, they suddenly felt the area above their nest tremble.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding white light flashed before their eyes, so intense that they couldn't open them at all.

The intense light, accompanied by high temperatures, evaporated the entire top of the nest, allowing them to see the sun within this Underhive.

"Cyrion, the coordinates have been marked for you."

It's Agrid.

"Agrid, although this is your first time using Macro-cannon, I must say, your aim was very accurate."

"Are you kidding me? Do you think we trained for nothing?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Cyrion, are you even capable? If not, let me do it."

Talos, that bastard.

"Immediately."

While the Salamanders was still in a daze, more than a dozen black streaks of light appeared before his eyes.

"Wow, that shot from Agrid was like setting off a firecracker, but the infiltration was a success."

The Dark Angels followed closely behind, upon hearing Cyrion's assessment, all wished they could give the guy a couple of whacks on the back of the head.

A single Macro-cannon shot will alert all the Xenos in the entire nest. You call that a successful infiltration?

"Since you belong to the Salamanders, it seems you still need rest. That's perfect; your share of the enemy is ours."

"Also, my fellow Dark Angels, the rescue mission for the Salamanders is entrusted to you."

"What's the meaning?"

"We Civil Servants also want to stretch our muscles and bones. Otherwise, sitting in the Office all day reviewing documents can easily lead to lumbar muscle strain, high cholesterol, and high blood pressure."

Given the godlike nature of the Imperium Judicial System, it would be impossible for someone not to have high blood pressure.

"But this is their stronghold, cousin. How do you plan to attack?"

"Attack them all! Attack them all!"

Cyrion flipped his hands over and produced a pair of small daggers.

"Remember this, everyone: from now on, attack anything that isn't human."

"Okay!"

No... is that right?

Whether it was the Dark Angels or the Salamanders, they sensed that something was very wrong, extremely wrong.

Because at this moment, the ground combat troops of the Eighth Legion were behaving in a very strange manner.

Their demeanor differed from that of other Legions when encountering Xenos, as did their pre-battle seriousness.

After encountering the Xenos, this ground force became extremely fanatical.

Yes, it's fanaticism.

They knew that it was precisely because of the VIII Legion's intervention that the Imperium's Judicial System had improved.

Therefore, they would subconsciously assume that the legendary calm and wise Judges do exist.

But now, seeing the Judges ' fanatical expressions, the other Legions subconsciously concluded that it was just a rumor.

What calm and wise Judges? They're clearly a bunch of violent freaks.

"Cleanup begins."

Swish.

A shadow began to spread beneath the feet of each member of Cyrion's entire squad.

Night has come.

Next, both the Dark Angels and the Salamanders truly witnessed what efficiency meant.

In the first 30 seconds of the engagement, this team was trying to figure out their opponent's weaknesses and fatal flaws.

Thirty seconds later, what followed was a one-sided massacre.

"Sandamel, the Spider Nest is cleared. You're in charge of burning the webs now."

"No problem, Evernight is ready to intervene."

With their combined efforts, the Evernight Network connected to the Xenos's Psychic Power network.

Although the Xenos initially resisted the Psychic Power network, it didn't matter to them.

They don't need any flaws; they just need to find the existence of this network.

Find it, then blow it up.

This is yet another tough job for Sandamel.

It's also what he's best at besides driving vehicles.

Blasting.

Psychic Power Blast.

Relying on Psychic Power and the Evernight Network, as long as they encounter a large Psychic Power construct, whether it's a Psychic Power network, Machine Spirit, or anything else...

A single Psychic Power Bomb can disable 30% of the opponent's functions.

"Demolition setup complete, mission accomplished, retreat is permitted."

"Agrid, prepare for a salvo from the Macro-cannon. The Exterminatus is now ready to be activated. Let's burn this wretched little Planet to ashes."

Before the Salamanders and Dark Angels could even figure out what was going on, the Eighth Legion's combat squad had already led them away from the Xenos's lair, boarded the Thunderhawk Gunship, and returned to the Flagship.

The moment their Thunderhawk Gunships burst out of the Planet's near-Earth orbit.

Dozens of Macro-cannon were fired directly at the Planet.

You're accidentally shooting friendly forces!

"Calm down, Dark Angels. Agrid's shooting skills are very high; his accuracy is at least three stories high."

Looking at the real-time display of the combat system, and then at his casually dismissive cousins around him.

Whether they were Dark Angels or Salamanders, they gained a completely new understanding of the Eighth Legion.

The Eighth Legion is skilled in both military and civil affairs, mysterious and powerful, and also an expert in using Exterminatus.

"Well played, Curze."

"The Boss, you flatter me. The Exterminatus is definitely more satisfying to use."

Seeing the excited look in Curze's eyes, Lion El'Jonson felt it necessary to explain to Curze the standards for using his Exterminatus.

The Lion is the Primarch who is most adept at using the Exterminatus Order among all the Legions of the entire Imperium.

His standards for using Exterminatus more advanced and radical than those currently used by the Departmento Munitorum.

"Curze, as your older brother, I think it's necessary for me to explain to you the standards for using Exterminatus."

"Big Brother, thank you for your kindness, but as Judge, I know exactly what the standards are for using Exterminatus."

Lion El'Jonson then remembered that his brother was Judge, the best Judge in the entire Imperium of Man.

"I think we can discuss this further."

"Haha, what are you guys chatting about? It's so lively, count me in too."

"Vulkan's arrived just in time. My Big Brother wants to exchange tips on using the Exterminatus."

Upon hearing Curze mention the Exterminatus, the Lord of Drakes became somewhat worried, fearing that his wisest brother might turn into an Exterminatus madman like Lion El'Jonson.

Thank goodness, it's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. I arrived at just the right moment.

If Lion El'Jonson were to instill any dangerous ideas in Curze, he could stop him in time.

"Indeed, Lion El'Jonson has his own unique insights into the use of the Exterminatus, and they are more practical. However, Curze, I still hope you will be cautious in using the Exterminatus."

"Of course, my brother. In fact, I don't have the habit of using Exterminatus like firecrackers."

"Let's get back to the point, Curze. Under what circumstances do you think it's reasonable to use Exterminatus?" Lion El'Jonson asked.

"That's simple; Exterminatus can be applied to the cleansing of all non-human races."

"Oh, stop, my brother, this is too brutal."

"Curze, Vulkan is right."

"Big Brother, you're being too lenient. Don't you know the law?"

Law?