The Eighth Legion?

Two days later, on the front lines of the Great Crusade, in C2 Sector.

"Father, we have submitted the material support application to the General Department of General Affairs, and they have already given us a reply."

"What? How could it be so fast?"

On the Red Tears, Sanguinius listened to Dante's report and felt that he might not be fully awake.

In the midst of the Great Crusade, despite the presence of the Emperor and Malcador, the Imperium's administrative efficiency remains a cause for concern.

Corruption, especially among Mortals at the highest levels, is rampant and difficult to eradicate.

Every time the approval process for supplies is completed, it takes ten days to half a month. And every time the supplies arrive, almost a year has already passed.

During this period, they could only simply collect resources from the Planets they had already conquered.

What's going on now?

The reply came so quickly all of a sudden.

Could this be a scam?

"Father, I just received news from the Salamanders that the convoy transporting the supplies this time is somewhat unusual."

"Special?"

"Yes, Father. According to reliable information, the Eighth Legion is escorting the Barge, and it is being overseen by Primarch Konrad Curze of the Eighth Legion Primarch."

"He actually came to the front lines?"

"It seems the Chancellor has finally decided to let him go."

Sanguinius had actually heard about Curze's plight before, and felt somewhat saddened by it.

If he had to choose between fighting Xenos and handling the Imperium's internal affairs, he would definitely choose the former.

He slashed at the Xenos, his blade flashing, and a perfectly good head flew off.

But dealing with the Imperium's internal affairs would definitely cause my blood pressure to spike.

How much longer until we arrive?

"Father, the message was sent out three days ago. Based on the usual speed of the Barge's transport, it should take a week."

One week.

This week is calculated from the time the Barge entered the front lines of the Great Crusade.

However, with Curze escorting them, it will definitely be much faster.

"Sir, strong Warp energy fluctuations have been detected. A combat cluster is approaching us."

"Combat cluster? This is our rear!"

When Dante arrived in front of the spaceship's radar, he looked at the dense array of red dots and felt his vision go black.

Judging from the data, the size of those red dots on the radar indicates that it is a fully-fledged fleet.

Given the current resource reserves and state of war of the Blood Angels, if they were to engage in battle with this fleet, they might have to pay a heavy price.

Why did this fleet suddenly appear behind our fleet?

Who is in charge of the defenses behind the C2 Sector?!

Dante was really about to explode.

Before the Great Crusade, he was under immense pressure; now, he has somehow arrived at the Great Crusade era, and he still has to bear immense pressure.

As for his own father?

Never mind, let Dad rest more.

"Be ready to engage in battle at any time, and jump ship immediately once the right opportunity is found."

"Clear."

"A surge in Warp energy signals indicates the enemy is emerging. Be prepared for battle!"

Looking at the rapidly escalating Warp reaction indicators, Dante was very serious.

The endless battles of the forty-first millennium made him realize that such a violent Warp reaction could only be caused by the arrival of Daemon.

Sanguinius stepped forward. He didn't seem too nervous about the scene before him; he was just a little puzzled.

Because in the Prophecy, he did not see any visions of the Daemon's descent.

Sanguinius's question was quickly answered.

Boom!

A crack appeared in the Veil of reality, and an entire fleet sailed out from it.

Then all the Blood Angels witnessed a scene they would never forget.

The Flagship of the Eighth Legion, the Gloriana-class Battleship Nightfall, burst forth from the Warp Rift at a speed inexplicable by Imperial Truth.

"Is this the Eighth Legion? Are you sure it's not just the White Scars?"

Dante, witnessing this absurd scene, felt that his life was coming to an end.

Sure enough, after thousands of years of war in the 41st Millennium, suddenly arriving at the Great Crusade period must be a dream come true.

Or perhaps he had already died in the Warp War 41 millennia ago, and this was merely a hallucination of his soul amidst the chaotic storms of the Warp.

Even in the 41st Millennium, the White Scars couldn't drive vehicles this fast, let alone Gloriana-class Battleship.

It's important to understand that if a warship the size of the Gloriana-class Battleship were to crash into Planet at this speed, it would cause a mass extinction.

"Sanguinius, can you hear me?"

"Curze? Is that really you?"

"Who else could it be but me? We received orders from the Department of General Affairs to come and provide support. How are things going?"

"Everything is going well so far. The rebels have been repelled, but they have now taken defensive measures. Their Planet's internal Fortifications are very strong, and we cannot break through them by force alone."

"Let's not talk about that now, come on, have Fruit."

Fruit?

Fruit is good.

No, no, that's not right.

"Curze, did you hire someone with the White Scars to sail your boat?"

"How could that be? My Flagship Officer is a genuine Nostramo people."

"Then why is your Flagship driving so fast?"

Sanguinius dared to guarantee that even the Khan wouldn't dare say he dared to drive at this speed.

Speed isn't the problem; the main issue is the sheer size of the Nightfall.

"You mean Sandamel? Don't worry, he's a master of vehicle driving. Driving a Flagship car is nothing to him."

Um...

"Your Flagship Officer should get along well with people who have White Scars."

"Haha, maybe."

Soon, Barge appeared around the Red Tear fleet and began the handover of supplies.

Sanguinius and Dante primarily inventoried Fruit.

"Is this Fruit from Nostramo?"

"Yes, after Dad came back from Nuceria, didn't he go back to his hometown?"

"He bought these Fruits locally and brought them along when he delivered supplies."

"Thank you, my dear brother, that's just in time."

Although the Fruit provided by the Imperium Department of General Affairs tasted good, Sanguinius could never forget the Fruit from Nostramo; it was simply amazing.

"Let's share the battle report. You guys rest first, and we'll take care of the rest."

"You? Aren't you escorting supplies? Do you also have combat missions?"

"I came with my personal guards, you don't think I'm just a Transport Corps Commander, do you?"

Curze's personal guard.

The Evernight Judges Legion.

The most mysterious unit in all armies to date.

Why is it mysterious?

Before this, they had always been Civil Servant in the Imperium and had never been on the battlefield.

"Now I'm not only the transport team leader, but also the fire brigade leader."

"You've probably been struggling with this tough nut for quite some time now."

"We've been unable to break through for a while, so you all rest. I'll handle the rest. Once we break through, we'll launch a joint attack."