Sandamel

"Dante, immediately share strategic intelligence with the Eighth Legion."

"Yes, Father."

The Primarch's operations room was somewhat surprised when they saw the shared intelligence.

"I didn't expect it to be such a tough nut to crack; no wonder Sanguinius has been so difficult to conquer."

This is something Iron Warriors excels at.

Unfortunately, the Iron Warriors have not yet reached this area.

None of them dared to drive like Curze's Flagship Officer.

"The most effective method so far is boarding maneuvering," said Pusilock.

"Boarding operations are indeed a method, but so far, their fleet, like this Planet, is a complete wreck," Cyrion said.

"Leave it to me, everyone."

"Sandamel, do you have any ideas?"

"My solution is simple: bring the Nightfall close to it. Given Nightfall size, we won't need to board; we can just ram it and crush it to pieces."

"Just say you want the Adeptus Mechanicus to blow up the Eighth Legion's base."

Shen could already picture the scene of the Adeptus Mechanicus spewing binary profanities in front of him.

This Biker doesn't care about logistics; he just recklessly drives through everything.

Then may I ask you this?

Does the fleet need maintenance or repairs?

At that point, won't we still have to handle the coordination ourselves?

At that time, I was the one who suffered.

"Great Sage Helbert has repeatedly told you not to treat vehicles like drivable whirlwind torpedoes, Sandamer."

"Agrid, I know all that, but from the perspective of Speed Freaks, charging straight in is the simplest and most effective method."

Given the sheer size of the Nightfall, it could crush even a turtle made of Adamantium, let alone an iron turtle.

"Alright, Sandamel, you lead a small team and use your best fighting style to pry open that iron turtle."

"Clear!"

"Huh? Why isn't it me?" Talos asked.

"Boarding maneuvers are all about efficiency and speed; surprise attacks are paramount, and Sandamel perfectly fits the bill."

"So, Talos, do you want to come with me?"

"Fine, I'm going all in!"

It's not that fighting with a traitor is dangerous, but riding in a car driven by Sandamel is dangerous.

Santamar's cars are very fast and extremely dangerous; if you're not careful while riding in one, you might throw up your dinner from three years ago.

"Haha, I knew you were the most fearless guy in the Legion, let's go!"

Um...

Did you know that driving is a dangerous thing?

The subsequent operational plan was also finalized: Sandamel would pilot a small Combat Ship, leading his squad and Talos to board the enemy.

Take advantage of the chaos to infiltrate the enemy's ranks.

They then entered the Planet's surface, placed a guiding beacon, and subsequently, Agrid carried out a precise, targeted strike on the Planet.

As for the methods of attack?

Of course, it's the Macro-cannon.

Simple, efficient, and hassle-free.

Soon, Santamar found his ideal fighting vehicle.

Meanwhile, besides Sandamel himself,

All the members of his combat squad were strapped tightly to their seats with their seatbelts.

"Don't tie me up so tightly. I'm a law-abiding citizen."

"Who would believe your nonsense? This is the front line of the Great Crusade; are there any traffic laws here?"

Uh... I didn't manage to fool them. What a blunder.

"Hold on tight, brothers."

Swish!

"Sandamel, you son of a bitch!"

Inside the command center of the Red Tear, Sanguinius looked at the ridiculously fast Combat Ship and couldn't believe that the Eighth Legion had such people.

"Curze, are you sure this is your Scions?"

Scions?

"What makes you say that?"

"Are you sure your Flagship Officer didn't make a mistake when implanting the Gene-seed, and that he really used the Midnight Reapers Gene-seed, and not the one from the White Scars?"

"Gene-seed? They've never used them before."

Thump, thump, boom.

"What?"

Great Angel himself didn't realize that his voice had risen a little due to the shock of the news.

"That's right, they never used Gene-seed, nor did they undergo Astartes modification."

"Although I'd love for my brothers to call me father, if Dad found out, he'd break my legs."

"Besides, they're doing just fine as they are now."

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Without using Gene-seed or undergoing Astartes modification, why are their combat abilities so strong?

This is unreasonable.

"Are you sure this isn't a new technology from Adeptus Mechanicus?"

"You mean the Adeptus Mechanicus? They can't even get into the military camp."

???

What's going on here?

"That's right. When we came to Terra, we had our own Attached Archmagos army, who was the highest Technical Mentor of the entire Legion."

He didn't have a good impression of those nerdy guys from the Adeptus Mechanicus.

"You mean, that one Technical Mentor alone can guarantee the technology supply for your entire Legion?"

"Of course, it's a mentor-apprentice system. Our Legion now has a complete technical support system."

Hiss.

This is a bit scary.

It's important to understand that even with the Ultramarines, their technical support still relies heavily on the Adeptus Mechanicus.

However, the technical support from the Eighth Legion has completely isolated the influence of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

That's unbelievable.

"So your personal guards are all trained using Nostramo's technology?"

"Yes, these five thousand people have all followed me from the very beginning, crawling out of Sea of Corpses and Blood. Their training programs are all customized."

What about after that?

"Although we will eventually align with the Adeptus Mechanicus, whenever we Nostramo Recruitment, we will definitely test them using Nostramo's exclusive technology first."

Even if the Necrontyr technology cannot achieve personalized customization for every individual in the Legion,

However, with a simple adjustment using the Necrontyr technology, the Legion's overall Warp resistance becomes extremely high.

This is Curze's highest requirement for the Legion: they must possess most of the resistance to the Warp in order to join the Legion's campaigns.

"I think we can have some technical discussions."

"You're really direct, Sanguinius. But I'm sorry, though I hate to say it, but our technical team is quite exclusive when it comes to technology."

"Nostramo's technical support will not involve much interaction with the Imperium Adeptus Mechanicus, nor will it allow excessive involvement from other armies."

"These are the rules that were set from the beginning, and there's no way to change them."

This was a rule established by Nostramo and the Necrontyr: they could not betray their allies.

"All right."

Sanguinius was taking a chance, hoping for a result, but it wouldn't matter if it didn't.

For now, it's best to focus on resting and recuperating; eating some Fruit and relaxing is ideal.