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

"Ground assault and fleet air battle are different."

“I really went looking for a sofa cushion?”

"…So are we just going to take Xingyu and just sit there and watch?"

"So that's why Debbie is here?"

Ferrus shifted his attention from Fujimaru Ritsuka to the unfamiliar young man, only to find that he was manipulating the star map - the fleet that Ferrus had just marked with the data link had its transparency lowered, and Debit was using the same mark to rearrange the fleets of various forces in different locations.

"What are you doing?" the Primarch asked angrily. Debit seemed to be completely unaware of Ferrus's rage. He did not even raise his head and responded calmly, "Redraw the real-time star map."

"Debito was my senior in Chaldea." Before Ferrus could get really angry, Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke up in time, "As you know, Chaldea was originally an observatory, and this was the one who was in charge of 'stargazing' at that time. Debito has a cosmic vision, so he can get rid of the limitation of the speed of light. He doesn't need to calculate, and can directly 'observe' the status of the current celestial body. But I only found out recently that ships can also see this."

"Not all ships can be seen." Debbie himself interjected, "Either they need to be able to reflect enough light under the illumination of a star, or their engines need to be bright enough when running. If they do nothing but float in the dark, I can't tell the difference between a ship and an asteroid. In addition, the image will become blurred in the area where the warp and reality are mixed, and some of the specific details have to be guessed."

"We have conducted rigorous testing," Adjutant Fish added, "Dybit's observation accuracy... is now 100%."

——This data undoubtedly crushes any existing long-range detection and divination equipment in the empire.

Ferrus looked skeptical and confused. "Did you have this technology at the time?"

"We also think it's outrageous." Fujimaru Ritsuka said calmly, "But there are so many outrageous things. Why not use it if we can? We talked about it before. He has no intention of getting off the ship, so I'll ask everyone on the Claw of Destruction to take good care of him in the future."

She didn't mention what exactly Debbie's vision was, and Adjutant Fish was also playing dumb. Ferrus wanted to ask for details for a moment, but after looking at the reactions of the other two people who knew about it, he changed his question: "How large a range can this vision observe in real time?"

"One hundred and thirty-eight billion light years." Fujimaru Ritsuka stared at the slowly growing symbol on the star map and answered absentmindedly, "In the Empire, the only part of the Milky Way that we use on a daily basis is probably this part."

Ferrus immediately shut up: What if it turns out that there are some heretical issues here? This is a real-time observation camera of the entire galaxy! And it was left on his ship!

As he spoke, Debbie had already completed his work: the small dots representing the Imperial fleet were sparsely scattered in the void a little further away, and their number was obviously much smaller. It was obvious that the fleet was in the process of warp navigation and jumping, and the full picture could not be observed in the real universe; the Chaos fleet that had received Nurgle's blessing was obviously the same - and the Night Lords' team had no trace of such people at all.

"I don't see any such ships," Debbie said. "Perhaps they are still in the Warp."

The situation was clear: the Emperor's astropathic message showed a vision of the future, but considering the speed of warships in this era, this "future" was probably only a few days away. No one would want to question the predictions given by the Emperor himself, so the issue of the Imperial fleet being attacked from all sides was only reduced from "very urgent" to "very urgent".

"Since father has sent an astropathic message, it means that the Parmenio system must need support - otherwise he would not do this." Ferrus concluded, "The problem now is that we (he was glared at by Li Xiang again) - you, can only mobilize a Gladius-class light cruiser battle barge -"

He suddenly stopped analyzing the battle situation and stared at Fujimaru Ritsuka who seemed to be thinking about something. He felt something was wrong for no reason: "What are you thinking about?"

"Outrageous." She slightly turned the angle of the star map. "We are still three days away from the forge world of Konor. Not to mention the Destruction Claw that needs a major overhaul, the Lion's Mane, which only needs to be resupplied before it can go to the battlefield again, will also need two days of repair time. So five days have passed. It feels like the scene in the Emperor's Star Language is about to happen."

"……so?"

"I think Connor and Parmenio are not that far away, just a few light years." She measured the distance between the two galaxies with her fingers, and then went to the corner to check the scale. "I was wondering if we could modify the psychic ritual in these two days so that light cruisers can also 'depart on the fifth day and arrive on the fifth day'."

Meow (six o'clock).

We have full-map cheats and instant teleport cheats, Chaldea, you are trustworthy.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 78 Flash! Parmenio!

Hope is within reach.

Colonel Devolus has deeply experienced this sentence in the past two days.

Two days ago, he and everyone in the base witnessed an exquisite orbital-to-ground light spear bombardment. Magnificent and blazing beams of light broke through the clouds from different angles in the sky and fell to the ground, connecting the sky and the earth. The fatal blows from different ships hit at the same moment with exquisite planning, directly vaporizing the corrupted buildings and facilities. The Emperor's hammer fell, making everyone present feel jubilant.

Everyone could tell from this that the Regent of the Empire had arrived. But for Colonel Devolus, the Regent had not arrived.

The enemy did not retreat, but attacked more fiercely. In the past two days, their battle line has been forced to shrink until today.

It’s not that he thinks he can counterattack today, but he thinks he will soon lose his first line of defense.

Walking corpses, poisonous clouds, buzzing venomous insects, somehow functional war engines covered in tumors and pus, and - Chaos Space Marines.

Just looking at them is a great test of a mortal's will.

Devorus couldn't figure out how those huge but shriveled, swollen but skinny creatures that were corrupted by evil forces were still alive. From any angle, they should have died long ago due to severe disease and decay, but they didn't. Even Devorus, hiding behind the defense line, could clearly hear their laughter, which was either blurred by the corrosion of pus and phlegm or broken and hoarse due to air leaking from the throat.

He nervously tried to confirm whether his protective suit was intact for the third time in five minutes. When facing a plague warrior, a tiny crack is enough to kill someone. Devolus knew this, but he usually wouldn't be so nervous as he was now. It's hard to explain. Maybe the mission as a troop commander is too heavy for him, but...

All in all, he had a subtle, inexplicable premonition.

"We have to evacuate after the next round of shooting." He said this to his communicator, not wanting to think carefully about how many people in the link could hear his order. "The damn poison cloud is getting closer and closer, and it's about to surge under the defense line. We must abandon this place and retreat to the next fortification."

Several tired but excited responses came from the communicator. This sounds contradictory, but on the battlefield where life and death are at stake, it is a very common mental state, and Devolus himself is probably no different.

He forced himself to muster up the courage and once again stuck his head out from behind the defense line to look in the direction the enemy would attack. He then happened to see a group of zombies staggering forward, triggering the traps outside the defense line, and being cut into two sections by the logging gun like cutting wheat.

That wasn't originally intended for them, but that's OK, Devolus thought. On the battlefield, it's rare for things to go exactly as you wish, and he's already gotten used to it. But at the same time, he was also uncomfortable to realize that the next simple fortification didn't have as many defensive measures as this carefully laid out line.

Being unable to bring the death that the Emperor's enemies deserve is indeed a great regret in life, but as a mortal, Devolus is deeply aware that human power is limited. He carefully held his breath and lay on the top of the wall, squinting his eyes, trying to let his vision penetrate the yellow-green poisonous fog not far away. As a commander, he had to find an appropriate time to issue the "shoot" order, repel this round of enemy attacks, and then survive from here with all the surviving comrades.

He held his breath and waited for one minute, two minutes - then he had to retreat behind the wall and take a deep breath of the stuffy air in his protective suit, which smelled really bad but would not melt his oral mucosa and trachea while inhaling.

He never gave the order to shoot. This was wrong.

According to the rules they had figured out before, there would always be some more threatening units following the small group of zombies. Either Chaos Space Marines, or some kind of war engine that spewed poisonous smoke and was similar to a "tank" that would make people feel disgusted at first sight, or both. Only by repelling these things could they completely repel a round of enemy attacks and buy themselves a little breathing time before they could regroup.

But now, there is nothing behind the zombies, not even more zombies.

This is not right, Devorus thought.

His men obviously felt the same way. Uneasy noises came from the communicator, and Devolus had to take a moment to stop their random guesses of disloyalty before climbing up the wall again and looking in the direction of the enemy.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the yellow-green mist in front of his eyes seemed thinner.

At first, he was just thankful that during the time he was sliding down and arguing with the communicator, there were no sudden and overwhelming changes on the battlefield. Then, he realized from the signpost a hundred meters away, which had been completely swallowed by the dense poisonous fog, that the "fog seemed to become thinner" was not an illusion.

Then he realized that there was a huge shadow moving in the distance obscured by the fog.

He knew that he should try to identify the shadow, so that he could explain to his soldiers what they should use to attack the enemy in order to achieve better results. But he couldn't do it. The next moment after he realized the existence of the "shadow" in the fog, he was immediately attracted by the reason why the shadow appeared:

It's light.

The light that appeared out of nowhere in the mist shone on something, casting its shadow in the mist. Devolus didn't want to analyze what the shadow was, he just stared at the dim halo with all his heart.

The yellow-green poisonous fog might dye everything in it the same color, but that round of light was very stubborn. Colonel Devolus was able to confirm that the light was sacred gold at a glance, before it could clearly penetrate the thick fog. It seemed to be an instinct engraved in human genes, a resonance in the soul. Before the facts fell clearly into people's eyes, the sixth sense had already told them the answer.

This was obviously a very strange thing. Such a strange phenomenon on the battlefield was worthy of raising the alarm inside the defense line, but no one did so - even the communicator was silent. Devolus guessed that everyone who saw this scene was mesmerized by the light like him, even though the shadows swaying in the mist were deformed and terrifying, and even though they should have their own duties to fulfill.

The beam of light ignored them and just grew on its own. It took only three seconds for it to grow from a dim little ball into a beam of light that could penetrate the thick fog, and then it took another three seconds to split its branches and spun to clear away all the corruption around it - the light blew away the poisonous fog like a storm, took root in the rotten earth like a big tree, washed away all the remaining filth like running water, and burned away the stench in the void like a blazing flame.

Devolus stared at this sacred scene with his mouth wide open in his protective suit, but he did not succeed in seeing the end. In fact, many imperial soldiers within this line of defense were also as shocked as he was, staring at the changes in the golden light beam, but they also did not see the end: the light became too strong in a few breaths and soon lost the cover of the mist, burning their eyes, causing all those who forgot to look away to be temporarily blinded for a few minutes.

These few minutes were quite dark in many ways. Not only did most of the soldiers panic because they had lost their sight, but the originally orderly trenches suddenly fell into chaos. Some people suddenly cursed loudly, some people knelt down and cried like they had broken down, some people forgot everything and just kept repeating the few prayers they knew from the "Book of the Word of God", and some people even ignored the ban and fired wildly at the air.

Devolus admitted that he had done a poor job in the past few minutes: his own brain was also confused by the obvious abnormality just now. It took him more than 20 seconds to grope and grab his communicator, but he didn't know what command to issue to it. After a minute and a half, the thought of "notifying the political commissar" slowly rose in his rusty brain, and then after another 34 seconds, he remembered that they had no political commissar four hours ago.

Finally, he could only yell into the communicator in frustration, trying to reorganize the chain of command with his meaningless anger and intimidation. He felt stupid and foolish, and had messed up everything, but after a short while, as his eyesight slowly recovered naturally, the soldiers inside the defense line finally looked like an army again.

He desperately blinked his eyes, which were still tearing up unconsciously, and looked out of the wall again. The yellow-green smoke was gone, and his still blurry eyes could easily confirm this. He couldn't see things too far away, but he could tell from the soil near the wall that the damn mold, diseased plants and disgusting pus on it had disappeared, and the land only showed a healthy and normal brown color, which would not move or speak.

He didn't know what was going on, but he thought it was a good sign. Then, he wanted to take a closer look at the targets in the distance that were slowly moving towards the defense line, but it was too difficult for him to recover his normal eyes.

At that moment, Devolus could only barely see a golden Sky Eagle Scepter shining brightly in the rare sunlight in the war zone.

Meow (no more).

What's wrong with being short? Baby seals are cute only when they are short! (Squirm)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 79 DA Traditional Arts Light Edition

"Are you okay?" On the Rhino troop carrier, Lan Malok asked Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was sitting opposite him and holding the Sky Eagle Scepter listlessly, with an unexpectedly respectful attitude.

"I want to vomit." The latter uttered this short sentence weakly amid the strange smell of burning promethium and the bumpy ride of the vehicle.

This question earned a dissatisfied look from Asclepius, who was sitting next to the girl, and Lammalok reluctantly swallowed the questions he wanted to ask.

The whole thing started five days ago when Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly came to him on the Lion's Mane and asked him directly "Do you have a think tank on board?"

At the time, Lanmalok expressed strong resistance and said righteously that the Dark Angels were absolutely loyal to the Emperor and were actively responding to the Nikea Prohibition. Unlike some of their brother legions who pretended to obey the Emperor but actually disobeyed him, or the traitors who simply turned to Chaos, there was definitely, absolutely no "think tank" in any sense on the Lion's Mane.

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded in conviction: "Okay, I fully believe that you don't have a think tank. So do you have any 'battle brothers who know how to use psychic powers' with you?"

Lanmalok narrowed his eyes dangerously under his helmet and spent half a second weighing what would happen if he killed this ignorant little girl on the spot. In the end, he had to give up the idea with regret.

"...I don't want to play word games with you." He squeezed out these words from his throat which was tightened by anger, while the little girl opposite him just shrugged nonchalantly.

"I understand that the Nikea Edict is still a decree issued not long ago for you. But now, 10,000 years have passed in the real universe, and the situation in the Empire has changed a lot. The outdated edict has naturally become a dead letter - even the current Dark Angels have think tanks." She said lightly, "Besides, you are the Dark Angels, 'if others don't find it, it doesn't happen'. The Empire said that think tanks are not allowed to be used, so you won't use them?"

Lan Malok said nothing, and began to re-weigh the question in his heart: "What would happen if I killed this ignorant little girl on the spot?"

He was very angry. First, because the "little secret" of the Legion was easily guessed by an outsider, second, because this outsider was a yellow-haired girl who appeared out of nowhere, and finally, because what this yellow-haired girl said was basically the truth - he really didn't have the confidence to refute it with confidence, so he could only pretend to be strong but weak in the following conversation to force himself to maintain his momentum.

This new struggle ended with Fujimaru Ritsuka's victory. Lan Malok, who was so angry that he lost his mind, somehow ordered the transfer of two brothers who had returned to the normal combat sequence after the ban, as well as a senior navigator and half of the Star Language Choir to her. Half an hour later, he realized that he had been provoked.

——But all this proved to be worthwhile five days later: five days later, four hours ago, they left the port of the forging world Connor; three hours later, they arrived at the Parmenio system several light years away. In fact, these three hours were all spent on arranging the psychic ceremony, and they didn't even drive to Mandeville Point.

The Lion's Mane appeared in the orbit of Parmenio Prime almost out of thin air in an instant, at the cost of a navigator, half of the Astropathic Choir, and two former think tank brothers, all of whom were admitted to the infirmary due to exhaustion and varying degrees of psychic burns. In addition, the ship received a large number of vigilant and very unfriendly communications from the Imperial ships that were originally in orbit. Lanmarok had no doubt that at that moment, hundreds of light spears and macro cannons were already aimed at them and ready to fire. If the ship showed any signs of reckless behavior, all of them would be torn to pieces in an instant, leaving only the wreckage floating in the planet's far orbit.

But nothing happened. Because Fujimaru Ritsuka, who walked down from the center of the ceremony, immediately issued an order to the only "Imperial Guard" not far away, broadcasting the ship identification code of the "Emperor's Vision" to the surrounding Imperial fleets, and then took over the diplomatic work of the entire ship - no matter how confused or vigilant the Imperial fleet was, for the sake of the significance of the "Emperor's Vision" itself, they had to carefully decide whether to open fire after figuring out whether this was a miracle or an enemy conspiracy.

Then, he presided over the entire ceremony, and as the core, he channeled the huge psychic energy that even Lanmalok, who had no talent in this area, could feel. After enduring the entire process of the ceremony, the aftermath alone knocked down two Space Marines, a navigator, and twelve Astropaths. After that, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was only sweating on his forehead, came over and said to him bluntly: "I need some people to go to the ground with me. There seems to be a war near the target location."

Lanmarok had many questions he wanted to ask. They had never had such a plan to go to the ground immediately before. Where did this "target location" that appeared out of nowhere come from? Was this mission really urgent enough to be carried out immediately? But at that time, he was indeed shocked by the ceremony that had just ended. The only thing left in his mind that could move freely was to unconsciously follow her request:

"Given the current situation, I don't think it's wise to do an airdrop right now."

His brain was still numb and he said that, but Fujimaru Ritsuka hit his arm armor lightly with a look of disappointment:

"You are a Dark Angel. If no one else notices it, then it's not happening! Just dispatch two tactical teams to go together! We won't use airdrops, we'll use teleportation."

——Then, an hour later, they were already on the Hekaton continent on the surface of Parmenio, sitting in a troop carrier heading to the main city of Tyros.

During this period, more than 80% of the work was done by Fujimaru Ritsuka alone:

Alone in the hangar, she silently completed the orbital-to-surface transfer of two Rhino troop carriers plus twenty-two Space Marines (as well as herself and Asclepius);

Afterwards, she realized that the landing point had shifted to the Plague Marines' line due to the disturbance in the Warp, and immediately provided psychic protection to all people and vehicles present, while quickly and silently using a golden spear that materialized out of thin air to destroy three nearby Daemon Engines and seven Chaos Sorcerers;

After Lanmalok led his brothers to use the temporarily consecrated explosive bombs and long swords to kill the remaining enemies in the vicinity like cutting melons and vegetables before the enemies could react, she also purified the air and land nearby, causing a strange phenomenon that was so obvious that it could be seen from several kilometers away;

After doing these things, she still had the energy to have a brief communication with the local garrison, and obtained the warrant code to go to the rear city from the current chief of defense, Colonel Devolus.

Lanmarok didn't understand psychic power, but he also knew that using psychic power was not without cost - the participants of the ceremony lying in the infirmary on the Lion's Mane would also say so. But after doing so many things, Fujimaru Ritsuka was just pale and felt like vomiting.

The power she displayed was too much beyond common sense, which made Lanmalok feel in awe instinctively. He even began to reflect for the first time since he had to lead the Lion's Mane to join this messy team, whether his attitude towards this girl was too disrespectful. This thought went around in his mind and went in another direction: Lanmalok could not understand why a person with such powerful power, even if he was a mortal, would always maintain such an... too approachable attitude.

Over the past period of time, Lan Malok could indeed see and admit that this little girl who looked like she was not even an adult had some abilities and was good enough, but these abilities did not seem to exceed the level that a mortal should have, and she herself sincerely regarded herself as an "ordinary person." If it weren't for the series of events that happened today, Lan Malok would probably never realize until her death that such a great power could be operated in her seemingly mediocre and fragile body.

Because Fujimaru Ritsuka was too uncomfortable to talk, the atmosphere in this Rhino troop carrier gradually condensed into a awed silence during the journey, and it remained like this throughout the journey. Until they reached the edge of the city, communicated with each other via radio, and the vehicle slowly stopped outside the vigilant defense line, and the Emperor's personally chosen throne envoy almost couldn't wait to escape from it.

"My troops and I need to enter the city." She said to the defenders with a tired pleasure of being liberated from the bumpy vehicle. "Look, here is my identification code, here is Colonel Devolus's warrant, and behind me are the two Dark Angels tactical teams and vehicles I have requisitioned. That's about it."

The soldiers on the defense line dutifully and carefully confirmed every data file that was sent. Fujimaru Ritsuka herself confirmed that the colonel's warrant only contained basic identification codes, codes and corresponding orders, and there was no description of the situation at the time, but the defenders' faces still changed during the inspection, with some emotions including surprise, confusion and awe - she was forcing herself to get used to this: the short title of "Emperor's personal choice, special envoy of the throne" was too easy for other institutions in the empire to interpret this as the identity of some kind of high-level judge. It was very annoying that she could not change this long list of "unnecessary titles" that the Emperor directly put into the scepter.

At the same time, the two soldiers who were checking the files in the server system glanced at the dark angels in the back row with doubt. Perhaps they had some doubts about the black paint of these angels of the Emperor, but considering the high rank of the "High Inquisitor" in front of them, whose appearance and age did not match the position he assumed, the question they finally said had nothing to do with the paint:

"Why do you need to enter Tyros?" A soldier carefully controlled his tone, trying to make it sound as if it was a routine matter rather than a question. "Excuse me, but the entire city is currently at war, and we need to keep records and conduct detailed inspections of all those entering and leaving the defense line."

"There is someone I'm looking for in this city—not a heretic or anything like that." Fujimaru Ritsuka replied, "There should be a girl who looks about my age who has revealed the Holy Signs of the Emperor. I need to find her as soon as possible."

The two soldiers sent to investigate looked at each other in confusion. After a brief silence, one of them hesitated and spoke cautiously: "...It seems that there are such rumors in the city, but they are just groundless... Where did you hear it from?"

This time it was Fujimaru Ritsuka's turn to get stuck. She unconsciously covered her mouth and thought for a few seconds, then finally gave a long sigh as if she had given up on something, and answered in a self-destructive manner:

"I'm too lazy to come up with a similar logic to explain this matter. The Emperor told me."

Mimi (six o'clock).

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 80: I really wanted to shout for help when communicating with the fanatics

In short, fifteen minutes after Fujimaru Ritsuka made his shocking speech to the defenders, she was led into the city in a flurry of activity and successfully met a menacing battle nun.

"I am Sister Iolanthe, currently representing the Imperial Church and leading my sisters to protect the people's faith in this city." The nun in scarlet armor said this, her tone barely remaining calm despite some hesitation.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at her naturally: maybe because they were in a non-war zone, or maybe because she felt the need to do so as a commander of the battle sisters, Iolanthe was not wearing a helmet. This made her braided silver-white hair fall down from the left side of her cheek, and everyone could see that there was a huge eagle tattoo on the right side of her shaved scalp.

This was not what Fujimaru Ritsuka was concerned about. She had gradually lost some of her sensory acuity due to excessive fatigue, but there were still some things that had entered her instinct and remained in her subconscious mind. Without careful study, she could naturally know from the other person's expression at a glance that Sister Iolansi was angry when she entered the room.