How can a retired savior be considered retired if he drops to 40,000?

"...No, I'll give up." The famous Prince of Crows actually looked a little timid in this situation. "I'll wait for the Lion's Mane to contact me here."

Lixiang shrugged indifferently, took a biscuit from the plate in front of Somni - this plate of biscuits was placed there by her after breakfast the day before, and it had not been touched until now - put it in her mouth, and left happily with the empty cup.

The two remaining people in the control room looked at each other in bewilderment. Sevatar felt that he had nothing to say to this "thing" who was dressed in the shell of the Custodians but was not a Custodian, and Somni obviously did not have the ability to speak up and liven up the atmosphere, so the atmosphere immediately cooled down visibly.

The atmosphere quickly turned from silence to awkwardness, and Sevatar couldn't help but start thinking about whether he should force a topic, but at this time, Somni moved.

He reached out and picked up a small cookie from the plate in front of him, raising it to the point where his mouth should be - and then, using some unknown means, he made the cookie disappear out of thin air in front of his fully covered visor.

Then, a very clear chewing sound came from the golden helmet. During this time, Somni returned to his original almost sculpture-like posture, standing motionless in the same place, just looking at Sevatar through the eyepiece.

The captain of the Night Lords was not sure how he should interpret this behavior. After all, it was a fantasy to speculate about a ship with human thinking. But even if he didn't interpret it, he would still be triggered by this inexplicable behavior.

Simply put, Sevatar was a little angry.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 37 The chance of a bat killing someone is very small (big shush) but definitely not zero

"This is impossible!" Lanmalok shouted.

If someone could see through the armor he was wearing, they would have discovered that his face was flushed with anger and shame. For an Astartes, this was undoubtedly a dangerous omen, but the man opposite him, Konrad Curze, obviously didn't care about it.

"I'm not discussing with you, I'm informing you." The Primarch of the Night Lords, for the first time ever, showed the noble and arrogant attitude that a Primarch naturally possessed. Combined with his already surprisingly neat appearance, he looked quite decent.

He was now alone in the transport room of the Lion's Mane. The moment he emerged from the fluctuations of the warp, he was surrounded by dozens of bolters, but he was not afraid of these large toys that could hardly hurt him now. He just looked down at Lanmarok in front of him, put forward his request, and then continued with a slightly tired tone after the other party rejected it: "Ten thousand years have passed, and many things have changed in this time. You will need time to adapt to all this - or, I can deal with this problem in a more 'straightforward' way."

Everyone on the ship had witnessed the Salamas expedition, and no one failed to understand the hidden meaning behind the "straightforward approach". All the dark angels present were on edge, but Conrad Curze continued to speak in a manner that was close to talking to himself:

"I can, of course I can... But at least this time, I think it's better not to do it." He seemed to be in a state of boredom when he said these words, just like a child who was robbed of his favorite toy and was extremely disappointed. "Ten thousand years have passed, and I also hope that I can solve the problem with some peaceful and bloodless means... At least subjectively I want to make such an attempt."

He let his eyes sweep over the Dark Angel warriors who were holding their guns and confronting him one by one, secretly storing the various emblems on their power armor in his mind, and then slowly and clearly stated: "Personally, I really hope that you will cooperate."

The unfinished meaning behind this sentence couldn't be more obvious.

Fujimaru Ritsuka had happily dropped all her business and ran out to plan a three-hour premeditated "encounter" with the natives of Jestal. During the three hours when she was offline from the chain of command, Conrad Curze thought he could have more autonomy than usual.

He finally decided not to let this power slip away again. Or maybe he finally decided to prove to Fujimaru Ritsuka that it was not a wise move to leave an unstable factor like him alone on the ship and give him access to most of the facilities.

It was hard to say what kind of impact everything that happened on Jestal had on this often crazy Primarch. Perhaps it was the unimaginable feats that Ritsuka Fujimaru accomplished before his eyes that shocked him, or perhaps Ritsuka's continuous half-year of good deeds finally touched Curze, or perhaps some vague dreamlike things added some weight to Ritsuka Fujimaru as an individual in his heart - in short, Conrad Curze finally decided to temporarily put aside his nihilistic philosophy and start doing something for their mission.

It's hard to say what kind of mentality drove him to do this: Was it a sense of responsibility? Or was it simply another attempt and verification to break free from the web of prophecy? These viewers have no way of knowing. However, at least Conrad Kurtz finally decided to start taking on some work. That's a good thing... maybe.

Although they had just solved the long-standing chaos problem on an Imperial planet and transformed it from an agricultural world with insufficient production capacity into a prosperous and wealthy civilized world, strictly speaking, these things were only side quests for the crew of the Storm's Edge.

Don't forget, when they left the Astronomican, the mission they had to accomplish was to "gather a regiment-level military force that was not in the current organization." To this end, Fujimaru Ritsuka proposed the suggestion of "recruiting the Night Lords." And when faced with the Lion's Mane, a Dark Angel battle barge that held some Night Lords from the Samaras Expedition—considering that Sevatar was originally detained on this ship, the other prisoners were likely to be members of the Invincible Reason who followed Curze to board at the end of the war—anyone with a little common sense would think that they should try to free these people.

Of course, what Ritsuka Fujimaru wants, Sevatar also wants, the difference is that the former thinks it is feasible, while the latter thinks it is a fantasy. And what they want, Konrad Curze, as the Primarch, also wants, the difference is that the former two's ideas are still within the scope of normal human thinking, while the latter's ideas... have a kind of radical and self-evident nature that is unique to the Primarch.

"I demand: obedience," he commanded the entire Lion's Mane, "or bleed and obey."

"This is impossible. The descendants of the lion will never kneel to a traitor!" Lanmalok roared angrily.

Normally, such a roar should be followed by the roar of some bolt guns and the painful wails of the enemy. Lanmarok had originally planned this. He knew that when he was against the Primarch, his personal attack would probably have no effect, but his colleagues would also open fire after his gunshots.

But he failed to pull the trigger: before he fired, more than half of the gun itself had disappeared from his hand - except for the part of the structure that he was holding in his hand, the rest all slid smoothly from it in a strange posture, leaving only a burnt fracture, which explained what it had encountered in the instant that even Astartes could not react.

"You see, I do come with good intentions." The activated lightning claws crackled, and against this background, the threat in Conrad Coates' words was obviously more powerful than persuasive. "Otherwise, your hand holding the gun would have fallen to the ground by now."

Lanmarok wanted to stop all this: he was the Grand Master of the Fire Wing, the person in charge of the entire ship. In this severe situation that the Dark Angels had never faced after being thrown into the warp ten thousand years later, his responsibility was to consider the survival of everyone on the ship. He didn't know what Conrad Curze, who suddenly appeared from the transport room after he established a basic communication network with the Emperor's Dream, was doing, but judging from his actions, there was indeed room for mediation.

But not all Dark Angels could suppress their anger and think calmly like Lanmarok. As Curze finished speaking, the remaining ten bolt guns in the room that could still fire started firing at the same time. Lanmarok roared to stop it all, but his voice was completely drowned out by the sound of the gunfire and was useless.

He could only watch as Konrad Curze's huge body seemed to turn into an amorphous shadow, a black mist that swallowed everything, moving erratically and quickly in a way that he could hardly catch the trajectory. He realized that his shouting was in vain, so he reached out and picked up the power sword at his waist. In this gap, two grenade launchers stopped firing with screams of pain; he turned on the switch of the decomposition force field and tried to find a target. Three more brothers groaned and fell down in this second; he couldn't confirm which direction he should charge, so he hesitated for another two seconds, and the shadow quickly passed by the edge of his vision and disappeared, and the remaining five grenade launchers in the transport room also fell silent.

Lanmarok had fought in the Thramas Crusade, but this was his first time to face a Primarch. He had seen the Lion King in all his glory, and had witnessed the Scourge-like wrath of Lion El'Jonson on the battlefield, but Konrad Curze was... something entirely different.

Astarte should have lost most of his "mortal" emotions, including fear, during the transformation operation, but at this moment, he once again felt a fear from the bottom of his heart - and this fear reached its peak when he heard the slight scraping sound of armor and realized that his helmet had been grasped by a huge hand from behind.

"I said, I came with good intentions." Astarte's coagulated blood slid down from the front of Lanmarok's eyepiece. Conrad Curze's accent always highlighted the insignificant aspirated consonants in Gothic, making his words sound like the hissing of a venomous snake. "But unfortunately, my good intentions are always limited, and my patience is very limited."

Lanmarok panted nervously, trying to steady his tone so that others wouldn't hear his inner panic: "What on earth do you want!"

"I said, obey." Curze whispered, "and there is no other choice."

——There is no other option. In other words, there is no option of "dying".

Lanmalok realized something from this. The faint groans of the brothers who fell around him also reduced his panic a little. When he asked again, he seemed more confident: "Why? You have to have a reason!"

"Reason? No reason." Curze's voice sounded amused. "Aren't you Dark Angels most familiar with this way of doing things? 'Someone knows a secret that shouldn't be known', so you go ahead and destroy all possible insiders without any explanation... What a pity, this time it's you who are entangled in the secret that you shouldn't know."

"Because I realized the Emperor's Vision was here?"

"Because you 'remembered'. Even a fragment."

"……what?"

"What happened on Jestal is undoubtedly the Empire's top secret." Curze's tone was full of playful cruelty. "Some people do think that the Dark Angels are trustworthy in 'keeping secrets', and therefore do not advocate any restrictions on you... But I don't think so."

He deliberately made his gauntlets scratch on Lanmarok's helmet to make a harsh sound, hinting at the more cruel thoughts in his mind. Lanmarok undoubtedly received this hint, but he also quickly associated it with one point: Konrad Curze only asked for their obedience.

"You want to silence us. You have every moral and emotional reason to do so," said Grand Master Fire Wing firmly. "But after you came to the Lion's Mane, you only asked us to obey. Something is restricting your actions. You must act within certain rules, such as not killing people at will. No matter what happened on Jestal, no matter which Imperial department we know or don't know is behind it, you are not their commander."

Then he felt the pressure on his head. The helmet made of ceramic steel was no stronger than a cardboard box in the Primarch's hands. The metal twisted and deformed under the pressure, and with the alarm of the internal servo system, it squeezed each other and pierced the skin under Lanmarok's helmet.

"I understand why even Fujimaru Ritsuka finds you lion cubs difficult to get along with." Koz's voice sounded like gnashing of teeth, but he still controlled the strength of his hands just right so as not to cause irreversible damage to Lanmarok. "I did act beyond my authority, but there is nothing objectionable about 'reasonably controlling a part of the Dark Angels that have been confirmed missing ten thousand years ago'. My current 'chief' can't even control the means I use to achieve this goal."

Lanmarok wanted to speak, but the increasingly cramped space inside the helmet almost deprived him of the possibility of making meaningful sounds. But at this moment, he barely caught a slight sound on the audio sensor that was still working: the sound of the internal communication of the power armor leaked slightly from Conrad Curz, who was not wearing a helmet:

"I'm so sorry, I was listening." It was the voice of an angry young girl. "I don't think the Dark Angels are difficult to get along with! And I don't support you using such violent means to gain command! After all, I have no such plan at all! And if you don't know how to negotiate, you don't have to talk, instead of doing something secretly while I'm out!"

Then, he heard Conrad Curz's sneer: "Okay, then how can you, a mere mortal, stop me?"

"'Mere mortals' can't stop you, but they have a thousand ways to make you uncomfortable." The young girl's voice took on a gloomy threat, "Next time I spray you with a high-pressure water gun, Yago Sevitarion will be in the special seat!"

Before Lanmarok could react to what the subtle voice was saying, the grip on his helmet disappeared immediately—followed by Conrad Curz's emotional roar:

"No! You can't do that!" His voice was almost a roar, "You are just taking advantage of the fact that I can't really kill you!"

Li Xiang: Use a strange method to completely control the bat. He is also slightly ×

To humiliate a mentally immature (?) Primarch like Curze, especially in front of their favorite son, is more painful than killing them!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 38: A Master of Interpersonal Communication Balance Beam

All in all, the two sides finally reached an agreement after some blood was paid by Konrad Curze. It is a pity that the instigator of all this did not suffer any substantial punishment, but considering that he is a primarch after all, this fact is not unbearable.

What Lanmarok meant was that he was a Primarch after all, a descendant of the Emperor, a master of unprecedented biological alchemy, a demigod walking on earth who was far superior to mortals or Astartes in every aspect. The only one who could truly punish a Primarch, besides the Emperor, was of course another Primarch. Although the Astartes were superhuman compared to mortals, there were very few things they could do when facing a Primarch.

In view of the fact that the Lion's Mane did not lose any personnel in real terms, Lanmarok was willing to be more magnanimous. In fact, he knew clearly but was unwilling to admit that even if Konrad Curze really killed all the Dark Angels except him in the transporter room in one encounter, he would have to show similar magnanimity in order for the entire ship to continue to survive and continue to fight for the First Primarch, the Emperor and the Empire, rather than ending his mission meaninglessly because of inexplicable things:

That was Conrad Curze. He could easily break through any blockade, leave the transporter room, and then take his time to slowly kill everyone on the ship without anyone noticing - if he wanted to put that idea into practice.

Most of the members of the Fire Wing are of Terran descent, but Lanmarok came from the forests of Caliban. His qualifications are pitifully short compared to the others, and it is not easy for him to be promoted to the position of Grand Master in this wing. If it is just about fighting power, he is not strong among his peers. He is more adept at making careful plans and then raiding, assassinating, or destroying the enemy's fighting will through various violent or non-violent means-this is why he was designated as the person in charge of the Lion's Mane in this mission to escort the Night Lord.

But he did not become the Grand Master of Fire Wings because he was particularly outstanding in this aspect. What he relied on most in his position was his ability to assess the situation and make the right judgment at the right time based on his knowledge and experience. This ability allowed him to always survive, and also allowed the team he led to always survive, even if he felt ashamed of the decisions he made and was criticized by his subordinates.

This made Lanmarok admired and despised in the legion, but he didn't care, because he firmly believed that if you want to prove your loyalty, or want to do more things driven by loyalty, you must first stay alive.

Once again, he used his abilities for this purpose, making an appropriate but reluctant decision. Fortunately or unfortunately, although he knew that no loyalist on the entire ship was willing to work with the traitor Konrad Curze or his group of cowardly bastards who crawled out of the gutter, at least this time there was not much opposition.

——Because Fujimaru Ritsuka is indeed a negotiation expert.

After a brief conversation with Conrad Curze on the communication channel, she immediately appeared on the Lion's Mane through the warp transmission, accompanied by Yago Sevitarion who was fully armed with Terminator armor.

Lanmarok didn't know how she did it, but she did "repair" his twisted helmet and bleeding face in an instant through some kind of witchcraft. Then she suggested that Lanmarok call the pharmacist immediately to save his peers who had to lie on the ground in pain. Lanmarok didn't really want to listen to the advice of a sudden, unknown, witchcraft girl, but if Conrad Curz decided not to cause further damage, this was indeed the best thing he should do at the moment.

He did so with some secret dissatisfaction, and temporarily suppressed the pharmacist's doubts, ensuring that all the injured brothers could receive proper treatment in a short period of time. Then, the prelude to a negotiation was silently opened in silence, and Lanmarok soon realized that this young girl who was so young that he felt unreliable seemed to be in a dominant position on the other side:

Although Yago Sevitarion would talk back, he never really refuted her decision, and Conrad Koz... at least he never made any big waves after Ritsuka Fujimaru arrived.

A mortal man commanding an Astartes or even a Primarch seemed too unrealistic. But after reviewing the situation, Lanmarok admitted that this little girl did have the ability:

While the pharmacist was cleaning up the battlefield, the Night Haunter had been hissing in dissatisfaction in Nostramo in the corner of the teleportation room. The reason why these hisses did not develop into a second, more tragic conflict was mainly due to the fact that Fujimaru Ritsuka handled Curze's decision in a very clever way, both affirming and opposing it:

She strategically agreed with Conrad Curze's idea of ​​incorporating the entire Lion's Mane and the Dark Angels on it, but tactically opposed his lightning claws at the slightest disagreement. She emphasized that fear was not a proper art of ruling, and mocked Curze's poor popularity as a result.

As a mortal, it was surprising that she dared to speak to a Primarch like this in person. But what shocked Lanmarok to the point that it seemed a little unreal was that Konrad Curze was not angry about it - of course he was annoyed and dissatisfied, but the Midnight Haunter was very restrained in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka. He just said angrily, "Whatever you say," and then shrank into the shadows in the room, as if he was determined to see how Fujimaru Ritsuka would operate.

——If someone dared to speak to the First Primarch like this, Lanmarok thought, the next thing he should do is to call the cleaning servitor to clean up the room. In comparison, he didn't think Conrad Curze would be very merciful in this regard.

This scene seemed to shock not only Lanmaroc, but also their fugitive Yago Sevitarion, who was also obviously shocked and confused by it, which even the Terminator armor could not stop. This confused but similar emotion even made the two of them feel a little bit of mutual sympathy for a moment, although they immediately cut off this connection with disgust.

After that, Fujimaru Ritsuka never mentioned the matter of recruitment, but handed the negotiation table to Sevatar: he was allowed to speak to the Dark Angels commander as a representative of the prisoners, but he was only allowed to speak and not to take action.

Lanmarok thought it was ridiculous. Since when did a prisoner have a say? But before he could protest, Sevatar enthusiastically used a verbal free-fighting technique on him. This made Lanmarok realize for the first time that there were so many swear words in Low Gothic. The Nostramo poetic metaphor can only be used to denigrate others.

As the commander of this operation, he should have thought calmly, rationally and prudently, but unfortunately, he really couldn't do it under the circumstances. Lanmarok refuted all the above remarks with anger, trying his best to emphasize the legitimacy of his own actions and the shame of the Night Lords as traitors.

The great rebellion that took place ten thousand years ago was a legend covered by the mist of history for the current empire, but it was still as clear to the two people who were arguing with each other as if it had just happened yesterday. Therefore, this verbal battle was mixed with a lot of relevant content as arguments. They traced back from the topic of living conditions on the ship to the battles in the Salamas expedition, attacking each other's legion's characteristics, personnel, culture and even tactics.

The one who was more comfortable was obviously Sevatar, while Lanmarok, who was so angry that even Caliban slang leaked out of his Low Gothic, waved his power sword threateningly several times. If no one was watching, this matter might have been bloody in a few minutes. It was Fujimaru Ritsuka who used the Emperor's psionic power borrowed from the Sky Eagle Scepter to suppress every sign that would escalate into a full-scale fight, so that this free fight remained at the verbal level.

However, the verbal battle only lasted twenty-three minutes before it came to an end. Not because both parties had already emptied their stocks in that time, but because the direction of the mutual insults was distorted to a dangerous angle: the Primarch of the Legion. Sevatar might not have any concerns about this, but Lanmarok could not - who knew if he continued to talk, a claw would fly out of the darkness and pull his head off his neck.

At this stage, which was probably defined as a halftime break, Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her hand and called for a stop. She first expressed her hope that the two of them would regain some rationality after venting their emotions and look at each other from a more objective perspective, and then expressed her understanding of the arguments of both sides (it was really hard for her to summarize the arguments for both sides in such an emotional war of words). Emotionally, she understood that after this battle, there was only an endless hatred between the two sides, but it had been ten thousand years, and now the entire empire was in turmoil. She did not expect the remnants of the two legions here to make peace in an instant, but only hoped that the two sides could at least keep out of each other's way.

This is a polite remark that anyone would make, but it is also a way for both parties to back down. Perhaps because he really enjoyed scolding her, Sevatar backed down very quickly. Although Ranmalok was reluctant, considering the overall situation, he had to follow Fujimaru Ritsuka's words and back down.

Then he realized that these polite words were mainly for Sevatar. Because after the two sides called off the battle, Fujimaru Ritsuka finally put the chips she prepared for the Dark Angel on the table, and Lanmarok was completely unable to refuse:

What she could provide was what the Lion's Mane needed most at the moment: a system and identity that could be used in the present day, as well as a historical record of what had happened to the Empire in the past ten thousand years.

These things they needed so badly that it even became tolerable to free their own prisoners and join forces with them in the fight.

-

War Apostle Mathieu woke up in his room in a cold sweat.

He had a nightmare. There was no doubt that he woke up because of this nightmare. He did not want to delve into whether this nightmare was caused by the influence of the Macragge's Glory's ongoing warp travel. He just felt ashamed and remorseful because this nightmare revealed the secret desire in his heart that had been lingering for a long time.

After waking up like this, Mathieu could no longer fall asleep. He got up and prayed for a while, and tried to punish himself with the pain brought by the automatic flagellant to silence those secret desires, but it was useless. After the time sounded, he simply gave up all futile efforts, picked up his servoskull - made from the skull of his mentor Valeria in the seminary - without connecting the mechanical device, and went to a place where he would not be disturbed to relax.

At this time, he had not yet realized that some kind of grand existence had descended upon him in that nightmare. It showed him an omen, or two, in the dream. Existences in dreams are often like ripples on the surface of water, which quickly dissipate into nothingness after the person wakes up. But those ripples did exist after all, and when the time is right, the truly important revelation will reappear from the redundancy of memory.

He also didn't know that on this "night" artificially designated by the crew of Macragge's Honor, Imperial Regent Roboute Guilliman had a conversation with the Rogue Trader Yashiri Sulimany. As fate would have it, Guilliman mentioned Lorgar Aurelion in a casual manner without knowing that Sulimany was carrying the first edition of the "Sacred Words". This was seen as a dramatic guidance by the Rogue Trader and a common coincidence by the Imperial Regent. But what they didn't notice was that another Primarch's name also appeared in this conversation: Konrad Curze. His prophetic ability was considered a gift by Guilliman, but unfortunately, he was crazy.

In addition, there was something that Mathieu could not possibly know: somewhere in the vast, dark, unknown universe, a Night Lord was struggling to get up from the painful spasm brought about by the prophecy. He was not sure what he saw, and he did not dare to believe what he saw, but the prophecy he inherited from his gene father was never wrong, and the throbbing from his blood would not lie. He paced nervously in this private space that could barely be called a quiet room, repeatedly trying to sort out the omens he saw in his delirium. He did not know how long it took him to make a decision, but once the idea appeared, it grew uncontrollably in his heart, taking root more stubbornly than any turbulence of the High Heaven or the influence of chaos.

All the Night Lords warbands must be assembled. Prophet No. 10 thought so and pushed open the door of the quiet room whose mechanical structure had long been broken.

The long river of fate does not change its direction because of a little turbulence at the corners, everything is flowing towards the future with the original momentum. But there are foreign reefs wedged into the long river, and the silt will always accumulate around it with the runoff.

As to whether the river will eventually destroy the reef or the reef will turn into an island, everything is still unknown.

In the warp, there are magnificent eyes watching all this.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 39: You Don't Know How Much Oil and Salt Cost

It is easy to understand why Fujimaru Ritsuka first thought of asking the Dark Angels for the Night Lords prisoners, instead of realizing that she could actually take over the entire ship.

Putting aside the influence of her own personality, the problems that would arise when two incompatible departments work together are secondary. From the perspective of disastrous interpersonal relationships alone, Fujimaru Ritsuka has seen everything. In addition to her experience in commanding the army from the illusion, she has already known the problems that may arise in the future, such as incompatible chains of command, backstabbing, and lip service.

The real trouble that she subconsciously wanted to avoid by avoiding the entire Lion's Mane was actually the Lion's Mane itself:

An Imperial ship - a battle barge commanded by an Astartes during the Great Crusade, a Gladius-class light cruiser whose firepower had not been reduced by the Codex Astartes - required a great deal of resources and time to maintain, and at least a naval port with the technology and production capacity to keep up. These were things that Fujimaru Ritsuka could not conjure up from her Stormmargin, which looked little more than a boarding torpedo.

What's more, if this old item, which was popular during the Great Crusade and has been discontinued for various reasons, is really taken to a certain forging world, it is not certain whether it can be successfully unearthed again.

Currently, Jestal is a civilized world with a medium-sized airport and corresponding supporting equipment and personnel. Thanks to the excellent standardization and compatibility of the Empire's technology (or in other words, it has not improved much in the past ten thousand years and has even regressed slightly), the Lion's Mane can be repaired and maintained here, which are the most critical parts for any Imperial ship that can navigate the warp: the warp engine and the Geller force field, and can also fix some minor issues such as the sealing of the hull and cabin. But as for the weapon system, the civilian port can't help, and can only pray that the redundancy of the system itself is enough to allow the Lion's Mane to continue to operate normally.

——The most despairing thing is that there are no technical sergeants left on the Dark Angels' ship, not even any members of the Iron Wings, not even a single one!

This was not a problem with the personnel arrangement: when the Lion's Mane set out, there were a total of 220 Space Marines on board, of which there were indeed an appropriate number of technical sergeants. But unfortunately, in the process of encountering the warp storm, 92 people unfortunately died in some accidents and conflicts that ordinary people could not explain - including all the technicians.

In other words, if we only count the Space Marines, there are currently 128 Dark Angels on the Lion's Mane, and 45 still-living Night Lords who are being escorted. Together with the 18 people on the Storm's Edge, they can barely make up the number of two Sacred Codex Companies.

There are some facts that Lanmalok did not say explicitly, but Fujimaru Ritsuka deduced from various clues that the Lion's Mane was ordered to "escort the prisoners of the Night Lords back to Caliban" when it left the fleet, and after this mission was successfully completed, the next mission would be to "bring some new blood of the Legion back to the battlefield from Caliban."

Considering that this escort group, led by the Fire Wing Grand Master, should normally have some Raven Wing and Hurricane Wing members, had a Captain of the Dread Wing appear out of nowhere, Fujimaru Ritsuka could even guess that the ship's leader would become the Terran veteran with great military exploits on the return trip, and the Space Marines on board would form a Dread Wing Grand Company. Lanmarok did not show her the specific configuration of the Lion's Mane and the various equipment it was equipped with. If she had known more detailed information, perhaps Fujimaru Ritsuka's guess would be more accurate.

It's a pity that the relationship between the two sides is not that close yet. The Dark Angels have always been known for their suspicious character inherited from their genetic father. Fujimaru Ritsuka is very clear that her current relationship with any of the crew members on the Lion's Mane is not trustworthy. The relationship between the two is just an extremely unstable cooperative relationship based on some external forces such as the situation and mutual benefit. It's hard to say how Lanmarok will have to think about it when he sleeps, how to get the information that Fujimaru Ritsuka promised to give her, and then give her a sword, and finally leave with the whole ship.

——This did not prevent Fujimaru Ritsuka from taking the initiative and commanding as much as possible when she could. She gave the specific coordinates measured on the Storm Edge and directly asked the captain of the Dreadwing, Zaentik Aphpa, to lead the team to the surface of Jestal and blow up the Eldar webway gate. There is an advantage to having more people. She can hand over some things that are not difficult and risky, and lie down in the main control room to eat cookies.