The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 33 33. The Great Devourer is coming!

What Walrath said did not reassure his companions, but provoked much debate.

"Are you kidding me?! How can we ask the aliens for help!!"

After hearing what he said, a very old old alliance leader angrily said

"Remember what it said! Cooperating with aliens is dirty and shameful!! We cannot tarnish the purity of our blood!!"

But not everyone thinks so. Some of the younger alliance leaders, who are only in their fifties and sixties, do not think so.

"But now that the Eight Peaks Star is in crisis, we can accept any reinforcements!"

"Shut up, young man! Alien can't be trusted!!"

Another old dwarf wearing gold-rimmed glasses refuted that man's point of view. Another young lord next to him couldn't sit still, stood up and yelled loudly

"Then what should we do?! Our troops are extremely weak! If we continue like this, we will eventually fail!"

"Then we can wait for reinforcements! Maybe they will come to support after the empire solves their own problems!!"

A young lord next to him "swish" after hearing his words. He suddenly stood up and pointed at the old man's nose and yelled

"The Human Empire?! Wake up, old antique! The Empire has abandoned us!! The Mechanicus wants us to die, but in the eyes of the Empire we are just a hidden danger!!!"

The old man who was yelled at turned red in the face. He hit the floor with his crutch angrily and roared loudly.

"Unbridled!!! Without the liberation and protection of the Emperor, we are just a group of oppressed slaves!!!"

"Then they should come to protect us!!! But the empire has abandoned us now!!!"

While the two sides were arguing, a voice came over.

"Report! We discovered the Kalai Protoss and Wotan Alliance fleets at Mandera Point and requested to join the battle order."

Walrath, who had been silent all this time, asked excitedly after hearing this.

"How many battleships did they come to?"

"More than 90 warships, sir."

After hearing these words, everyone fell silent, whether it was the old people who had just argued or the newcomers, they all remained silent. Hundreds of warships can't stop the swarm fleet. Can the warships stop it with this alone?

Walrath fell silent, and said calmly for dozens of seconds.

"Okay then, I want to meet the commander on the other side."

After hearing what he said, an old lord next to him stood up, bowed deeply to him, and persuaded him.

"Dear Supreme Being, since our reinforcements are so scarce now, let them take away their warships and leave only the Wotan Alliance troops. We don't need to offend the empire for such a small number of warships."

"No! The more power we have now, the more strength we have. Besides, other people's warships have already arrived. At least let them help guard it and reduce our casualties!"

Soon, the two parties who had been quiet immediately started arguing again. One of the high lords who couldn't bear it anymore yelled.

"Enough. Now the enemy has come to the door of our family and is still busy fighting here. Is it interesting?! Since the neighbors have come to help, we should welcome them! If we continue to quarrel like this, then our dwarves will also Deserve to perish!"

After hearing such serious words, Valrat glanced at the people who were completely silent again, and finally gave the order.

"I'm going to pick up the guests now. Everyone else will supervise their men and prepare for defense. We must defend!!!"

After saying that, Valrat left. The remaining lords looked at each other and left to supervise the construction of fortifications by their soldiers.

In orbit, the commander this time has been replaced by Zeratul. Since Tassadar's battle was too ugly, he has now been transferred back to Aiur for questioning.

Compared to his not-so-good treatment, his opponent Calgar was much better.

Although the expedition had failed, it was nothing to Calgar. Moreover, Inquisitor Angori also admitted that the power and threat of those aliens far exceeded the imagination of the expeditionary force council, and the fellow Space Marines also acknowledged this. He also praised Calgar's fighting and commanding abilities, believing that he had inflicted the greatest losses on the enemy within the capabilities of the expeditionary force.

Coupled with the approaching Tyranid swarm, the Carl family did not receive much accountability, and nothing happened.

He took back his words first and turned his attention to the mixed fleet. After Tassadar was transferred, the combined fleet of the Dark Templar and Kale Protoss finally decided to recommend Principal Zeratul, who had the most experience in combat and was the oldest, as the fleet commander. After hearing this, Gray Later I agreed to this request.

As a result, Zeratul, who was not the fleet commander originally, was pulled into the position of fleet commander.

Although he is best at archaeological excavations and technological restoration, this does not mean that Zeratul is not an outstanding combat and command talent.

When Valrat arrived on the huge golden round battleship in the transportation boat, he immediately saw the unique Zeratul in the command room. The old man with a stooped waist looked at the dwarf lord in front of him with a pair of emerald green eyes. Valrat felt that this gaze could see his own soul, which made people feel uneasy and frightened.

After taking two deep breaths, Valrat bravely spoke.

"Thank you for your support, Commander Zeratul. Your support will be of great help to our future battles."

Zeratul nodded after hearing this and asked

"How many enemies do we have? How strong are they? How many combatants and warships do we have available? Will the Human Empire send reinforcements to support us?"

Wallat hurriedly answered after hearing one question after another. After he answered, Zeratul thought for two or three minutes and finally said

"The enemy is very strong, and our troops are very scarce. If we fight hard, we have no chance of winning. In fact, even if we use strategies, the chance of winning is extremely small."

At this point, Zeratul continued

"So I need you to send a signal to the Human Empire, at least let them know that the enemy has come here."

"Aren't you enemies with them?"

"Yes, but they are not with you."

Hearing Zeratul's explanation, Wallat nodded with emotion, but when he was about to explain, he only heard the noise coming from the communicator.

"What's going on? Is the headset broken?"

At this moment, Zeratul and several Templars beside him suddenly covered their foreheads and showed a rather painful expression. Almost all the psychic species on the ship showed more or less painful expressions. Fortunately, the painful expressions of the Protoss disappeared immediately after a while. Some other races who had not recovered were also injected with sedatives and anesthetics and temporarily taken back to the ward for observation.

Zeratul looked at Valrat in front of him seriously and said

"I feel him! They are coming!"

Valrat, who was still in the dark, asked hurriedly.

"Who is coming?!"

"The Great Devourer."