The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Sorsky's criticism of Amara's tactical deployment caused most of the officers present to show shocked or uneasy expressions. This was almost a public criticism of the Sector Governor's incompetence and lack of military knowledge, and of course, it included them, these senior officers. But who dared to argue back?

Aside from the fact that Sorsky's points were valid, just the presence of that man made it impossible for normal people to raise objections.

After modifying the army's deployment, Sorsky adjusted the fleet's deployment.

"Medium and small ships in need of repair and maintenance, as well as some fast cruisers, will be deployed to Amara III. The remaining ships will be withdrawn to Amara Prime for deployment."

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This deployment immediately met with opposition and confusion.

"Lord Sorsky, I don't quite understand," General Georg Karl spoke first.

"Why arrange it this way?"

"Because Amara III is too far from Amara Prime. If the enemy attacks Amara Prime, General Georg Karl, how long do you think it will take the fleet to return and reinforce?"

"About 12 hours or so."

"Twelve hours is enough for the Necrons to turn Amara Prime into ruins. Moreover, General, you are too optimistic. Considering the condition of the Orpheus Fleet, the age and readiness level of each ship vary greatly, and the speed of the ships also differs significantly. If you want to maintain a combat formation, you must consider the slowest battleships. In my opinion, your fleet won't reach Amara Prime in less than 16 hours. That's enough time for them to tear the planet apart more than three times over."

"This..."

Sorsky's questioning made the admiral look embarrassed. He then replied in an uncertain tone:

"Are Necron ships really that fast?"

"I can answer you very clearly, very fast, faster than you can imagine."

"But if you arrange it this way, won't it lead to the fleet's forces being dispersed and defeated one by one?"

"I agree with Lord Sorsky's deployment."

A voice suddenly rang out. The admiral turned to look and saw Vice Admiral Bowen Karl, a senior officer of the Orpheus Fleet, and the captain of the Retribution-class battleship 'Graceful Aegis' - an ancient battleship that had served the Empire since the Great Crusade era and joined the Orpheus Fleet during Madruk's Holy War expedition.

Then, the vice admiral walked steadily to the star chart, pointed to the area between the two stars, and said:

"This is an extremely ingenious arrangement. If the enemy attacks Amara III, it means their attack loses its element of surprise. Moreover, those deployed here are medium and small ships, which have faster speeds in real space. Even if they can't fight the aliens head-on, they can use their speed to quickly retreat to Amara Prime. The weakness of the Necron fleet should be its small number of ships. No matter how powerful their weapons are, they cannot destroy so many small ships in a short time. The fleet stationed at Amara III can even use its numerical advantage to lure the enemy to pursue in a loose formation, while the main fleet intercepts them in the area between the two stars. If the enemy attacks Amara Prime, the main battleship formation can easily defeat the invading enemy by relying on the planet's powerful orbital defenses. The Amara fleet can even choose to attack the enemy from the rear. Without the burden of large ships, their speed will be much faster, and they can reach Amara Prime in about 6 hours at full speed."

Sorsky nodded, finally someone understood his deployment intentions.

Admiral Georg Karl now looked a little embarrassed, but still勉强勉强 said:

"My knowledge is shallow, and I didn't see your tactical intentions clearly."

Sorsky didn't say much. He immediately approved the plan, and then spent a few days chatting with various leaders. After confirming that there were no problems, he announced that he would "close himself off to think" about how to defeat the aliens and obtain guidance from the Emperor. Except for Talos, no one could disturb him, and major affairs and decisions would be conveyed by Talos, for about 13 days.

Of course, this was just a facade to the outside world. The real reason was that Sorsky was going to the Flayed Temple.

To truly deal with the situation in Orpheus, relying solely on human power was too difficult, so he was prepared to take a shortcut.

When Sorsky returned to the Flayed Temple, which he didn't like, he found it too quiet compared to usual. As he stepped on the stairs full of wreckage and minced meat, there should have been many crawling Flayers around, but now there wasn't a single one.

Realizing that something might have changed, Sorsky secretly raised his vigilance, but his pace did not slow down until he reached the huge bone-like archway of the Flayed Temple.

There wasn't a single Flayer in the main hall either. Only a sneaky figure stood in front of his throne, draped in rags, seemingly trying to take the Flayed Chalice from the throne, but each time he was about to touch it, he was always bounced back.

"Ha, looks like there's a thief in the house."

With a chuckle, Sorsky stretched out his hand, and in an instant, the Flayed Chalice automatically flew into his hand, and he became the Flayed Lord clad in blood armor.

Seemingly startled by Sorsky's appearance, the sneaky figure's shoulders even twitched humanely, then he turned around blankly, hunched over, and dragged his long, clawed hands across the ground, as if to walk away.

"Now that you're here, why rush to leave?"

Sorsky said slowly, then walked step by step to the throne and sat down with a thud.

"We finally meet."

Sorsky stared at the frozen figure and uttered the name he had guessed.

"The Infinite, Trazyn."

Hearing Sorsky speak his name, the one draped in dried skin let out a cackling chuckle, then straightened his back, but did not turn around.

"Then are you the one I know?"

Although he was a Necron, his voice was full of personalized emotions, including戏谑.

"I am Sorsky Alexey, but I don't know if you know that."

"Not this name, nor this identity, but..."

As he spoke, he suddenly turned around, the leather wrapped around his body slipped off, the claws inserted into his fingers also fell to the ground with a clang, revealing his original appearance, a tall Dynasty Overlord.

"Phoenix King, Eldrad Ulthran."

Sorsky's eyes narrowed, and he responded in an indifferent tone:

"That joke isn't funny, it could be fatal, but it's clear you know a lot. Although your kleptomania is well-known even among the Aeldari, I don't think you came here to steal things. Is it related to the Menak Dynasty of Orpheus? Or the Silent King?"

"Ha, you overestimate me, I can't play such a grand and complex game."

"Oh?"

"I just came to see an old friend. Now that there's nothing to do, I can rest assured."

As he spoke, Trazyn seemed about to leave, but a cloud of red mist immediately appeared under his feet and turned into a cage of flesh and blood.