The Emperor’s Angel of Death

With the last tech-apprentice gone, Tamsong had no technical support and could only try to repair the equipment himself, leading to many devices breaking down prematurely. Without funds to purchase new ones, he had to sell the broken equipment for cheap and buy even worse second-hand equipment. It was during this process that Nasu Mastenbrook met Master釋, and later invited him on an adventure to obtain more funds.

Gradually, Nasu Mastenbrook became Tamsong's unofficial technician, helping them maintain some ancient equipment, and their relationship became relatively close.

Subsequently, Nasu Mastenbrook also mentioned some of his research and prototypes to Soshjan, as well as the technology he had obtained from adventures and excavations over the years. His field mainly focused on energy circuits, mechanical automation, and crystal cortexes.

Obviously, this Tech-Priest had seen a shortcut to escape the mundane competitive environment and rise to a higher level.

After listening, Soshjan also felt that this Tech-Priest was quite capable and talented in all aspects, even top-notch, but his talent was suppressed by the conservative and repressive environment.

In addition, now that Loken was becoming increasingly "decadent" in the Chapter, and other technicians did not have many bright spots, most of the technical work was dominated and monopolized by Detrian, which was not a good phenomenon.

However, this person also needs to be observed for a period of time.

"Talent should not be buried. Priest Nasu, I would like to temporarily transfer you to serve in the expeditionary force. What is your opinion?"

"I am very willing to serve the expeditionary force!"

According to the rules, the Adeptus Ministorum completely belonged to the Forge World, and no force had the right to transfer them, but transferring an accompanying priest was just a word for Soshjan now. Afterwards, Armin would send a letter of transfer to Angstrom, and that was basically it.

This is the charm of power, and what countless people seek.

Looking at the other party's compliant posture, Soshjan nodded and said:

"Recently, a lot of equipment left behind by the enemy has been recovered on the battlefield, including some ancient relics. Priest Nasu, you should first participate in the work of this area."

"Yes, sir."

Soshjan turned to look at the battlefield. The Red Corsairs, unsurprisingly, realized that they had no chance of winning and began to retreat, but obviously they would not withdraw from the satellite, but would retreat to a safer place to regroup and prepare for the next battle.

However, his thoughts were no longer on the battlefield. The experience just now made him realize that the Maelstrom was not only a material treasure trove, but also a talent treasure trove. The prosperous trade attracted visitors and refugees from all directions, and among them, there must be many capable people and strangers, including those newly recruited Astra Militarum, and many excellent commanders should emerge.

The powerful legion he envisioned was not enough with just Astartes.

Tamsong Electro-Monk was a beginning. Perhaps there were more surprises waiting for him in the Maelstrom, but he couldn't sit and wait, he had to take the initiative to find them.

This matter needs to be arranged separately by a department, but it cannot be too official, after all, the Maelstrom is now full of eyes and ears from different Imperial organizations.

Then Soshjan thought of Zorg, so he decided in his heart to let him do this.

However, this matter cannot be completely entrusted to mortals, and there must be someone from the Chapter to check it. This candidate also needs to be considered.

Soshjan couldn't help but sigh softly, there were too many things outside the battlefield that entangled his energy.

"Humph!"

In a low roar of suppressed anger, a data-slate was slammed to the ground. In the darkness, those towering figures couldn't help but shrink their shoulders.

This was the bridge of Huron, Master of the Red Corsairs' flagship, *Abyssal Wraith*. Seated on his command throne, Huron now resembled a volcano about to erupt. His eyes glowed with ominous red light in the dim light, and his giant claw clicked as if about to lose control and tear something apart.

"Absolute superiority in troops, naval superiority, and yet it turned out like this!"

His gaze swept over the lords below.

"Is Soshjan really that powerful, or are we too weak, too stupid?"

"Lord"

A cautious voice rang out from the shadows.

"Although the Imperials have fewer warships than us, they rely on space fortresses to fight, and we can't take advantage of them at all. The troops are all invested in ground combat, and there are no more troops to launch a boarding action against the space fortress."

"Although we have deployed a lot of troops on the surface of the satellite."

Another voice echoed.

"But that damned stone ball is unobstructed, and the warriors can only be slaughtered by the enemy's superior firepower! The advantage in numbers cannot be brought into play at all!"

"Why doesn't the fleet cover the landing troops?"

"The Mechanicus's satellite is covered with laser arrays of all sizes. If we get close, we will be blown to pieces, you pigs, understand? You should destroy those defensive devices first!"

"If you don't support us, what can we use to destroy them? Our fists?"

"So the things in your hands are all fire sticks, right? Then I suggest you might as well borrow a fruit knife from the False Emperor's dogs and cut off your useless heads!"

Soon, the argument turned into a quarrel, and some people even drew their weapons. Within the Red Corsairs, the most direct way to resolve disputes was through duels and killings.

Huron rubbed his brow with his good hand, then clenched his fist and slammed it **** the armrest of the throne.

"All of you shut up!!!!!!!"

The next second, all sounds disappeared.

Then he waved his hand.

"Everyone get out, Lord Zhufo stay."

Soon, in various subtle mutters, everyone left, and Zhufo the Piercer walked from the shadows to the light of the brazier.

"Sorry, I made Brother Zhufo laugh. You can see the current situation. Do you have any good suggestions?"

Huron left Zhufo alone not only because the other party was one of the best commanders in the Black Legion, but also because he now needed an "outsider" to analyze the current situation for him.

Zhufo was silent for a moment, then said:

"Blackheart, I am a straightforward person, I hope you don't mind. In my personal opinion, it is meaningless to continue to entangle with the Empire in Angstrom and Badab. The Empire's strategy is very obvious, that is to consume your army's strength in these two places. The Red Corsairs should be good at interspersing harassment, using strength to attack weakness. They should not confront the Empire in this battlefield that emphasizes heavy firepower. It is more advantageous and easier to stack firepower than to stack numbers on the battlefield. Moreover, the Empire's disadvantage in troops can be easily solved by a massive amount of cannon fodder. Although the Red Corsairs have a large force, they still do not have the ability to arm hundreds of millions of cannon fodder like the Empire."

Huron looked at the other party, frowning slightly.

"You mean"

"Abandon Angstrom and Badab, and even Kolkeria, withdraw the troops back to the Bloody Bones star system, let the Imperials occupy those areas, lengthen their front lines, and then launch raids on their rear and supply lines, and organize small-scale mobile battles. The way to quickly concentrate superior forces to besiege those isolated or unprotected troops, accumulate small victories into big ones, and gradually weaken the Empire's forward troops, instead of wasting thousands of valuable warriors and engines for a satellite like now."

Some readers said that the cover has changed. Lao Mo is also confused, because the author sees that the cover is still the original one in the background. I don’t know what’s going on. Lao Mo didn’t change the cover…