The Emperor’s Angel of Death

“Cough cough cough——”

Speaking excitedly, Garribren suddenly coughed, his face flushed. The old servant immediately picked up a handkerchief and a wine glass and walked over. Garribren took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth, and was about to throw it into the trash can, but the old servant had already noticed.

“Master! You coughed up blood! I...I'll go call a doctor!”

“No, I'm fine.”

Garribren waved his hand, took the wine glass and took a sip, taking a deep breath.

“Just a little angry.”

The old servant looked at him, tears streaming down his face.

“It's all those damned alien beasts! And those pig-headed officials, big and small! None of them can share your worries!”

“Alas, who told me I was born unlucky? If the aliens really come to our door, it will just be a matter of dying for my loyalty.”

“Master, no, the Empire's reinforcements will be here soon!”

“Reinforcements?”

Garribren looked at the empty glass and gave a bleak, self-deprecating smile.

“Does Terra really care about our remote corner? Let alone Terra, including that famous Lord Regent Nathan, I never expected him to do anything from the start——”

Before he could finish speaking, a communicator on the table rang urgently. The Governor frowned and picked up the microphone.

“What is it?”

A few seconds later, his entire expression changed drastically, even going through several transformations, and the glass in his hand fell to the ground.

“Really!?”

The old servant stood up slowly, looking very uneasy, thinking that the aliens had arrived.

“Confirmed! Good! I understand!”

Garribren slowly put down the communicator, stunned for a few seconds. The loyal servant looked at him and said softly:

“Master...do I need to prepare for an emergency...”

The other party didn't speak, just waved his hand, then bent down to pick up the wine glass and put it on the table.

Suddenly, he hugged the servant who had been with him for decades, and roared in a hoarse voice:

“He's here! He's here! He's really here!!!!!”

“Uh...”

Looking at the ecstatic Governor, the old servant didn't react for a moment. After the other party let go of him, he grabbed his shoulders tightly.

“Sorshian Aleksi! It's that Sorshian Aleksi! The one who defeated the great traitor! Conquered the Great Maelstrom! Swept away the Orks and Tyranids! Sorshian Aleksi has come with his Chapter!!!!”

The servant's face also changed suddenly. He had heard of this person as well.

“That's great! The Emperor protects! The Emperor protects! If he's here, Orpheus is saved!”

“Yes, yes, he's also brought the Krieg Death Korps, and a super super magnificent warship!”

“Ah, Master, should we prepare a welcome ceremony for such a distinguished guest?”

Garribren was stunned for a moment, then nodded in sudden realization.

“Yes, yes, hurry up and notify Minister Anges! Have him immediately arrange the highest, no! The ultra-high standard welcome ceremony at the spaceport, and Molsa, tell him to immediately organize a banquet in the main hall of the Jinxie Palace at the fastest speed, for a scale of three thousand people! Remember to prepare super-sized utensils!”

“Yes, I'll go right away, Master. May I notify Madam Dubarry to dress you up?”

Garribren raised his hand and touched his dry and astringent face, then touched his greasy and messy hair, nodding.

“Alright, go notify her.”

As he spoke, he actually felt a little hungry, grabbed a piece of pastry from the table next to him and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it in large bites. The old servant saw his “gaffe” and a smile appeared on his face, and he filled him with a glass of wine.

“Master, don't be so anxious. The message from over there estimates that they just left the warp. Even at the fastest speed to Amara, it will take at least 28 standard Terra hours, plus a series of port entry procedures, it won't be here for at least 30 hours. Eat something to replenish your spirit.”

Garribren waved his hand while eating.

“No time, there are still so many things to do in this little time. I won't drink wine, pour me a glass of water.”

“Alas, eat slowly, don't hurt your stomach.”

“This is Amara.”

Entering the Amara star system, the response messages from various space stations and detection stations along the way kept coming, making the bridge of the Landall busy, but it could be seen that this star system was indeed in a state of high alert, which made Sorshian satisfied.

As the heart of Orpheus, Amara's prosperity is no less than that of Decapolis. Although there are only three inhabited planets, the total population is comparable to that of Decapolis, so all three worlds are highly hive-like industrial worlds. In addition, there are nearly twenty colonial satellites in the star system, half of which are militarized fortress satellites.

When the fleet passed Amara III, Sorshian saw the huge shipyards and port facilities in the planet's orbit. This is also the main anchorage and naval headquarters of the Orpheus Fleet. Years of construction have made the void port a fortress-like existence, with hundreds of defensive weapons distributed around the orbit, from huge laser turrets to enclosed missile launchers.

And through the void, you can see many warships docked inside, including three battleships that can be identified with the naked eye.

Deploying the fleet's anchorage in this location is also a traditional war strategy of the Empire, and it is also the best place to intercept ships entering the star system from the warp. It is a very standard textbook-style location.

However, the Necrons are by no means ordinary opponents, and Sorshian saw the problem with this arrangement at a glance.

“Mark, what do you think of the location of Amara III?”

Hearing Sorshian ask this, the First Company Captain turned around.

“Chapter Master, are you referring to the naval base?”

“Yes.”

“The location is excellent. It can radiate most of the star system's location within the orbital period, enough to deal with enemies coming from the direction of the warp node.”

“Farzad, what do you think?”

Farzad pondered for a moment and replied uncertainly:

“It's all good, it's just relatively isolated. The Empire's passivity in the early days of the Gothic War stemmed from the Gothic Fleet's naval base being raided, but there are satellites and a series of space stations around to provide early warning, so it shouldn't be easy to be raided.”

Finally, Talos walked over and slowly said Sorshian's opinion.

“It's too far, it's too far from Amara Prime. The Necrons don't go through warp nodes, and their ships are so fast. If they directly attack Amara Prime, the fleet guarding here will not be able to return to support in time, and even on the way to hastily return to support the main star, they will be intercepted by the Necron fleet. You have seen the Necron ships, they are superior to the Imperial ships in key indicators such as mobility, firepower, and even protection. The only chance for the Imperial fleet to win is to gather into a fleet, become a firepower hedgehog, and use quantity to superimpose firepower density to limit the mobility of the other ships, but if it is intercepted while moving, it will lose its only advantage, and the consequences will only be...”

Sorshian narrowed his eyes, as if he could already outline an extremely tragic and heroic battle in the void.

“.Massacre, it can only be a one-sided massacre.”