Sigh, Getting Old

When this team first arrived, Evernight Judges Nova Space of the Night did indeed give them instructions.

The Father of Night had told them to temper their tempers and cooperate with the combat rhythm of the First Legion of this era.

Statham and his group initially thought the same way; after all, they were all from the First Legion, and although they belonged to two different eras, they were still blood relatives.

However, Statham himself had a very bad impression of Azrael as soon as they met.

If other Legions were present, it would be fine for the First Legion to communicate using its own encrypted method.

But they said they were also from the First Legion, and the other side still did this.

What's the difference between this and cricket fighting in person?

So Statham wasn't going to give Azrael a friendly look; he was going to focus on leveling up this old cabbage first.

"Listen, Commander Azrael, the Lions of our time are young. You don't think the soldiers led by a mature Lion would be cowards, do you?"

"Once you're on the battlefield, remember to cooperate with our battle plan. If anyone dares to slack off, the Boltgun in my hand will be the first one to be embedded in their brain!"

According to the original plan, the task of supervising the Legion was to be assigned to the Space Wolves.

But everyone knows that the First Legion has too many secrets.

The Sixth Legion's methods were sometimes too crude, and they would eventually turn into a cat-and-dog war.

Just now, a group of young Dark Angels arrived, which is perfect for winding up these big cats full of secrets.

According to Han Mingxuan's plan, this squad was sent to coordinate the operation.

At most, I'll keep an eye on the First Legion to make sure they don't mess things up.

But Statham's actions completely turned the tables, giving him the upper hand.

Whether Azrael listens or not is up to Lion El'Jonson to decide.

As for Lion El'Jonson himself, he never actually left.

He had been watching the Recruits from the shadows, wanting to see how they would perform.

Lion El'Jonson's assessment of these young players can be summed up in two words.

Satisfy.

At first, he could indeed sense the Gene-seed within these young people.

However, just to be on the safe side, Lion El'Jonson did not immediately accept.

Looking at these young men now, he was absolutely certain that they were the soldiers he had led.

It's exactly the same personality I had when I was young.

As the farce was nearing its end, Lion El'Jonson emerged from the shadows.

"The combat mission has been assigned, why are you still here?"

"Reporting to you, sir, we're just getting used to each other," Statham interjected.

"Training and coordination should be left for the battlefield, soldiers, move out immediately!"

"Yes!"

Thus, Azrael lost his chance to speak first, and the Lion did not give him a chance to speak next.

Then the entire the Rock began to move, their target the front lines, the front lines where the human army and the Orks were fighting.

In the front-line command post where humans and Orks were fighting, a man looked at a terrain map, his brows furrowed.

This man is very distinctive; one of his eyes is a mechanical eye, and his other hand is power claw.

This is Yarrick, the Old One-Eye beast.

A Commissar of truly legendary stature.

"Commissar Yarrick, something terrible has happened! The Orks reinforcements have arrived again!"

"Based on our current intelligence, the Orks reinforcements shouldn't have arrived so quickly."

"Commissar, according to the latest news, this new reinforcement of Orks was thrown out from the Warp."

"What?!"

According to the information they had obtained, at the current speed of the Orks, it would take at least 10 days to reach the battlefield.

For the Imperium of Man, these 10 days represent the most valuable period for reinforcements and a buffer.

But to everyone's surprise, this batch of reinforcements, which was not originally planned, was thrown here by the Warp Storm.

How many Orks have arrived?

"A rough estimate suggests there are Nine Fleets."

This is troublesome.

According to the original estimate, these Orks reinforcements were supposed to appear 10 days later, but that's how the battlefield is; the situation can change in an instant.

When will our reinforcements arrive?

It will take at least another 9 days.

Nine days, judging by the current rate at which the Orks are reinforcing their ranks.

Even if they could hold out for nine days, the entire front would have been crushed by the Orks long ago.

"Great God-Emperor..."

"We are the Dark Angels, respond if you hear us!"

Who?

"Repeat, we are Dark Angels, please respond!"

"Should we call for reinforcements from the Dark Angels?" Yarrick asked.

"No, sir."

"Damn it, who's the current frontline commander? I'll give you an answer, stop dawdling!"

"Dear angel, please forgive my negligence. I was merely surprised by..."

"First, we are Space Marines, not angels. Second, your negligence will only delay our mission; there's no need for you to apologize."

"You did not call for reinforcements from the Dark Angels; this was at the Father of Night's behest, to report the battlefield situation."

"Everything was normal at first, but now a large reinforcement of Orks has suddenly appeared, putting a lot of pressure on the battlefield." Yarrick's tone was much more relaxed.

When the Departmento Munitorum first transferred him here, Yarrick knew that it was a decision made by the Imperium high command.

However, Arrek had no way of knowing who exactly participated in this decision; it was top secret.

To everyone's surprise, the Father of Night was among those who participated in the decision-making process.

That great being who appeared not long ago, yet held a pivotal position in the entire Imperium.

"So far, has the Imperium of Man engaged in any battles with this Orks force that has come to reinforce us?"

"No, sir."

Where are they now?

"We are currently at most 9 standard time intervals away from the main battlefield on the Planet."

Nine?

Statham, on the other end of the communicator, noticed the number, then waved his hand, telling his brother to check what was going on.

As it turned out, once the investigation began, the shady dealings immediately became apparent.

According to internal information from the Dawn Army Group, this is clearly related to the Lord of Change in the Warp.

"Alright, we'll take care of this group of Orks who came to help."

"Yes!"

After ending communication with ground troops, Statham cursed under his breath.

"That damn blue-haired bastard, all he knows is how to play dirty tricks behind people's backs!"

Azrael and Lion El'Jonson, standing to the side, were somewhat confused.

They simply couldn't understand how Statham obtained such crucial intelligence in such a brief communication.

In their eyes, Statham is amazing.

Not only do they possess Necron Technology, allowing them to quickly reach the battlefield, but they can also glean crucial information from mere fragments of conversation.

"Don't look at me like that, my lords. There's no way I can give you a crash course on Imperium religion and mysticism right now."

"As your senior, I feel it's necessary to remind you, Statham."

"Even if the First Legion is here to carry out combat missions, it is unwise for you to directly take on the combat pressure of the entire front."

Statham didn't answer Azrael's question; he was just talking to himself.

"Damn it, at nine standard time points, this position is way too close. Using Supernova directly would blast the front lines to smithereens."

"But if we use Exterminatus directly, we won't be able to bring many supplies, and we don't have the technology for that here."

"Forget it, let Nova worry about it after this battle is over."

Azrael listened to Statham's mutterings, they began to admit they were getting old.

The young combat comrade in front of me didn't even consider deploying Space Marines to the battlefield; he started with Supernova.

Since they can't use Supernova, they're actually considering Exterminatus.

Even Lion El'Jonson had to admit that he was really getting old and couldn't compare to the young people of today.