The Best Students Go First

On the battlefield, Sandamel piloted a small Combat Ship, leading his entire squad to the closest point to the enemy warship.

Then accelerate again.

"Sandamel, you bastard, what are you doing?!"

"Talos, have you forgotten? The most popular thing among the Gang Speed Freaks is self-destruction!"

"Get lost! When I get back, I'll make sure your Lao Feng flies!"

"Haha! Which of us Lao Feng Nostramo people hasn't flown?!"

"Get ready, we're about to go!"

Inside the Nightfall, Pusilock and Cyrion watched this insane scene, and could only say that the kid had been holding back for ages.

As the most restless Biker besides Agrid, the berserker, Sandamel's level of repression is the highest in the entire Legion.

"Pusilock, prepare for Evernight Intervention."

"Okay, take it easy, you guys."

Boom!

A high-temperature firework bursts forth from the universe, accompanied by splashes of molten iron.

At the same time, a hole was blown in the enemy's warship.

"A suicide attack? Curze, what's going on?"

"Don't panic, Sanguinius. A good Biker knows when to jump out of the car."

No sooner had Curze finished speaking than Sanguinius saw the exhaust flames from the jetpacks behind more than a dozen people.

But this is just the beginning.

The moment they entered the enemy ship, Talos and Sandamel immediately split up.

Talos vanished without a trace.

It seems that Sandamel was the only commander throughout the entire process.

"Evernight Intervention is complete."

"Learn."

Boom.

The Psychic Power Bomb directly destroyed the Machine Spirit.

"Report! The Flagship's tail section has been attacked; the Flagship's software has experienced a systemic malfunction!"

"You bastard! Do you think I'm a three-year-old?!"

"The rear of the Flagship houses the supply storage area. If that area was attacked, why would the entire Flagship system malfunction?!"

"Sir... I don't know either!"

At this moment, the enemy's Flagship was in complete chaos, and their Shield Field Generator was rendered useless.

Great opportunity!

Sanguinius, who was always attentive to the battlefield situation, immediately saw the key point and ordered his troops to begin bombarding the enemy fleet.

"Sir, let's go! Let's go back first, or we'll die here!"

"Retreat! Retreat!"

"Sir, this way!"

"You want me to climb the ventilation duct?!"

"There's nothing we can do about it, sir. All the control systems have malfunctioned; this is the safest place."

Nobody wants to be cut in two by a malfunctioning gate control system when entering or leaving a room.

"Hurry up."

Ultimately, the Rebel Leader abandoned the entire Flagship and left the battlefield in a very inconspicuous small aircraft.

"Mission accomplished, it's time for us to leave."

Activating Phase shifting, the group quickly returned to the Flagship of the Eighth Legion.

The entire Flagship now belongs to the Eighth Legion, and the people responsible for the rendezvous are all their own. The technology of the Necrontyr is still usable.

"Report: Mission accomplished!"

Sanguinius, aboard the Red Tears, looked at Sandamel had suddenly appeared.

He quickly realized that this was the result of Nostramo Technology, and that Nostramo had its own secrets.

"You've done a great job. Leave the rest to Talos," Curze said.

At the same time, news from Talos also reached Curze.

"Report: Talos is in position. Enemy small aircraft have entered the Planet's atmosphere."

"Remain silent. Once you reach the designated location, immediately set up the Locator Beacon."

"Clear."

After leaving the squad, Talos quickly located the enemy captain and, using some Warp abilities, disguised himself and infiltrated the enemy's side.

Talos then took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the escape vehicle.

Half an hour later, another message came from Talos.

"The Locator Beacon has been deployed. With a firing accuracy of three kilometers, Orbital Strike is feasible."

"Agrid received. Macro-cannon fully charged. Prepare for attack."

"The Exterminatus is ready to be activated and is prepared to launch at any time."

"Damn it, Agrid, you're too impatient."

"Phase shifting, Talos."

Depend on.

Despite cursing in his heart, Talos still used Phase shifting to return to the fleet.

"Report, mission accomplished."

Boom!

A dozen or so Macro-cannon were fired at the location of the Locator Beacon.

As for the three-kilometer error?

With Agrid's technology and the power of the Macro-cannon, the error was less than three millimeters.

"Alright, the turtle shell is open, now let's cook them all together."

Sanguinius watched the entire battle and gave it a high evaluation.

It's fast-paced and has a tight rhythm.

Most importantly, it's about efficiency, extremely high efficiency.

Throughout the entire operation, except for the placement of the Locator Beacon which took a little time, the rest of the time was very fast.

Especially when breaching the enemy's Flagship.

The entire process took less than three minutes, completely crippling the enemy Flagship's combat capabilities.

"Dante, assemble the troops; we are preparing to enter the ground battlefield."

"Clear."

At the same time, everyone in the Evernight Judges Legion aboard the Nightfall was extremely excited.

This time, unlike the first time they needed to rescue the Salamanders, they only needed to send out a small squad.

This time it was a large-scale ground battle.

In other words, this time 5,000 people will have the opportunity to go to the battlefield.

"Someone needs to stay and guard the Flagship."

"I..."

"I propose we arrange the assignments based on exam scores: the lowest scorers stay at the Flagship, while the higher scorers go down to do some light exercise."

Before Cyrion could even speak, Shen's opinion had already reached Curze's ears.

This...

This... this...

That's a good idea.

Everyone gets to fight, and there's no need to worry about anyone having a complaint.

What does it mean to say that everyone is excellent?

Do you understand the concept of selecting the best from the best?

"Ahem, actually..."

"Shen, you vicious scoundrel! You think you're so great because of your grades?! My grades are the same as yours, so what?!"

"Whoever hands in their paper first goes to the battlefield."

"Bullshit! By your logic, I'd be the first one to enter the exam hall!"

"Hey, hey, I was the first one up on the day of the exam."

"Shut up, you son of a bitch!"

"Ahem, I have something to say..."

"Sandamel, shut up! You Biker, you're always at the back of the pack no matter how you look at it."

"How dare you talk like that! My Uncle has seen how hard I work. You dare say I'm slacking off? You want a fight?!"

"Enough!"

Curze pinched the bridge of his nose, looking a bit of a headache.

These guys are outrageous.

"You are soldiers, you are Judges, not thugs, so shut up!"

"Shen's plan is adopted. Also, Sandamel, tell us about your situation."

"The Machine Spirit can be managed in a virtual environment."

Can Machine Spirit be managed by a third party?

"What do you mean?" someone asked.

"Ha, you uncultured person, accusing me of being lazy. It's obvious you didn't study the Introduction to the Warp properly."

"I'll show you some mercy. I can use the Evernight Network and the Machine Spirit to communicate. As long as the Boss is the central node, we can manage the warships, and everyone can fight."

"Hey! Brother Sandamel, you should have said so sooner!"

"Hey, so you're calling me 'brother' again? Let go of my hand."