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

At this point, Kaelia had just finished copying a page. The girl let out a sigh of relief, then began to remove the paper fixed by the paperweight from the desk. Her contented demeanor formed a sharp contrast with the other two battle nuns.

Fujimaru Ritsuka also walked over at the right time, quickly checked the results of the copying, and then showed the front to Diglis. The latter was sure that they provided ordinary black ink here, but the handwriting on the paper was reflective as if it was gilded.

"In fact, this kind of thing doesn't have to be made in the temple, but the environment inside the temple will greatly improve the yield rate and production efficiency." Fujimaru Ritsuka showed the people around her the steps of folding the parchment into small squares, and said, "If it is in the outside world, relying on the power of faith and long-term pious offerings, it can also make a page of ordinary scriptures copied by devout believers be contaminated with the power of the Emperor, but the cycle will be hundreds of years."

As she spoke, she had already used wax to fix the corners that would naturally spread out after folding, and stamped the seal of the Sky Eagle on them. With this action, a tiny golden light was transmitted to the pattern of the wax seal. In Diglis's psychic vision, the stack of small pieces of paper became "complete", and the psychic energy that was originally simply solidified on the paper seemed to come alive - it's hard to describe, but they seemed to start "breathing".

"It's done!" said Fujimaru Ritsuka happily. She placed the finished amulet in the hands of Kaelia, who still seemed overly cautious. The other two battle nuns who were also copying couldn't help but cast envious glances at her.

"It's warm," Kelly whispered in amazement. "It's not the temperature left by the wax seal. It's warm in itself."

"When encountering an enemy in the subspace, it will burn while exerting its power. I can't say whether this is a disadvantage." Fujimaru Ritsuka added, "I still recommend that this amulet be equipped with a small non-flammable and heat-insulated box and carried with you--"

She suddenly stopped talking, as if she was listening attentively. After more than ten seconds, she started talking again:

"According to Somni's communication, the Sheba Lens detected a subspace rift opening in the mountains north of Tyros. It may be the reinforcement of the Plague Warriors." She spoke faster to Digris, "Because the chaos interference in the environment is too serious, it is impossible to determine the exact number of troops, but I think this news should at least be made known to the soldiers in charge of the northern defense line. Perhaps it is also necessary to inform others. Do it according to your usual practice as Ultramarines - I will go back to the Storm's Edge, change into the exoskeleton armor for combat, and then come back."

Then, she turned and ran away, even before Diglis nodded his head halfway. Sevatar, who had been standing nearby, smoothly followed the girl's fast pace, which was not fast at all for a Space Marine's physique. The two of them even bickered with each other unabashedly while walking.

Diglis did not forget what he should do with this piece of information, but he was also confused: Is the Sheba Lens some new type of divination instrument?

Meow (six o'clock)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 98 No one has stipulated that the chosen ones must stand in the first row of the battlefield

"If you want to go to the front line, I don't object. I also think it's a waste to keep twenty-two elite Space Marines around me - in the heavily defended city center." said Fujimaru Ritsuka after he came back with a change of clothes.

The Ultramarines were obviously quite dissatisfied with the fact that the total number of "elite" Space Marines present was twenty-two. However, did the rule of "the first to start trouble gets to peel potatoes" also apply to them? This question made them hesitate for a moment, and thus missed the best opportunity to refute.

"But let me remind you that you have just put on the Ortnaus exoskeleton." Sevatar said sarcastically, "I guess you are not preparing for the danger yourself before entering the battle state, right?"

"It's hard to say. It depends on your efforts, Sevitarion." Fujimaru Ritsuka was not to be outdone. "At present, I have no plan to leave the Taros Cathedral and 'go into danger myself', but what if the danger comes to me? I have to be prepared."

They could have continued this pointless bickering, of course, but Sevatar hit on the right key word: "'For now.'"

"'For now.'" Fujimaru Ritsuka did not hide this fact, "When a war related to the subspace reaches a certain extent, there will always be a ritual battle. Then I might be needed - but before that, I know my own limitations very well, and I will stay in the church obediently."

"Hmm. I can't say." Sevatar commented briefly, "In my opinion, your actions are often too outrageous, even by Astartes standards."

"I can tell you're trying to call me reckless." Fujimaru Ritsuka crossed his arms. "I warn you, even by Astartes standards, the sight of a warrior being pinned to the ground by his own power armor is a very novel thing."

Others did not understand what kind of new threat this was, but Sevatar was obviously threatened. In the next ten minutes after he calmed down, the two battle sisters finished copying one after another. Fujimaru Ritsuka had to spend some time thanking them for cooperating with her in this experiment and gave them the finished amulets directly.

The sermon hall of Tyros Cathedral was still full of joy, but the mountainous edge of the city to the north was not. Although Sicarius was still in the safe and stable city center, he was still able to realize something through the public messages released in the internal channel of the Ultramarines:

Another battle begins.

-

The battle took place sooner than Guilliman had predicted.

After receiving the report from Fujimaru Ritsuka that "Tairos City is still holding on", he quickly deployed support here and rearranged the positions and priorities of the troops on the ground. But these things did not take effect instantly - even Fujimaru Ritsuka, the unknown "Imperial Saint" a few days ago, spent three hours meeting with local forces (and Mathieu) after returning to the surface of Parmenio before he could start his own tactical deployment, not to mention the well-known "Imperial Regent".

Once on the surface, Guilliman would need to make some inspiring speeches, announce some wartime decrees, and call some emergency meetings before he could coordinate all parties and keep everyone focused while the war progressed.

In addition, the airport on the continent of Hekaton has not been reclaimed yet, but fortunately, as a coastal port city, Tyros has a flat and spacious storage area at its dock for stacking containers - this area can be used as a temporary substitute for the airport, allowing troops from space to gather here, but it will take time to make some appropriate modifications to it.

Fortunately, at the same time, the Plague Warriors' attack was temporarily stopped.

According to Guilliman's original calculations, after completing all the above tasks, he could calmly lead the assembled troops to engage in a field battle with his brother on the plains outside the city of Tyros, which was originally planned as farmland: such a deployment was more in line with Mortarion's character. He preferred drastic strategies ten thousand years ago.

But Guilliman did not expect, or did not realize at all, what the Cathedral of Tyros would look like in the eyes of its enemies today.

"This is a complete provocation." Standing on the edge of the mountains, Kugath looked at the distant city with his eyes in the warp. His voice was filled with anger and shock because of what he saw. "A temple of the cursed, openly rejecting the gift of the loving father! It must be eradicated!"

Kugath was of course furious, but he was unwilling to personally raze the temple that "rejected the Father's gift" from the surface. In fact, most of the Unborn did not even dare to say the name of the master of the temple, even though the word "Emperor" was obviously not a so-called "real name".

"We need to drain the temple of its power," Sepsis, another Great Unclean One and one of Ku'gath's seven retainers, suggested. "The temple protects the city. We need to infect it with holy filth to render its protection ineffective."

"That's easy to say, and anyone can see that." Kugath snorted, "But how can you and I get close to it? The closer we get to that kind of protection, the more unwelcome our presence will be. The power of the Warp on Parmenio has become weak. If we get too close, we might be easily exiled."

"Then we will not come near," Sepsis replied, "We have more followers, and they have more things to drain the power of the cursed."

Another battle was thus unilaterally decided by the attackers. While Guilliman was still busy with his affairs, hundreds of war engines of various types contaminated by Chaos had already spewed out yellow-green poisonous clouds, carrying a large number of corrupted mortal infantry under their command, slowly driving out from the mountains in the north of Tyros, once again spreading corruption and disease in the direction of the city.

The path of the rolling poisonous cloud was clearly visible on the plain. Although the Ultramarines who took over the defense had received the warning of "suspected enemy reinforcements" from the cathedral a short time ago, they were unable to withdraw so many armored forces during the unfinished assembly process and could only hope for the fortifications built before.

The good news is that the foundations of these fortifications were built by the Dark Angels earlier, and their templates even came directly from the Great Crusade. Even the most discerning Ultramarines have no faults in the reliability and firepower retention of these fortifications. But the bad news is that when these fortifications were designed and built, they obviously only considered how to perfectly deal with the objects that needed to be dealt with at the intensity of the war at that time.

——That is to say, these fortifications, even with the strength of the Ultramarines inside, are still unable to perfectly deal with the enemies that emerge from the fog:

Demon Titan.

Miu (no more)

It is normal if you feel that the strategic operations are strange while reading, because the operational ceiling of the characters in the book cannot be higher than the author's ceiling, and the author's ceiling is just that (you).

I am a cute little seal who loves peace. Cute little seals who love peace don’t fight, so it’s normal for me to fight if I don’t understand it clearly (eyes move).

Anyway, feel free to raise any questions you have, but I may not necessarily revise them (it depends mainly on whether I have the energy to revise the outline, for now).

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 99 Not as Good as Ran Dan

"'Not as good as Ran Dan', huh?" Lan Malok teased in the narrow corridor of the fortification.

"Indeed, they are inferior to Randan." Captain Afupa sounded a little angry. "Do you think we won't see war engines of this size standing on the enemy's side in the battle against Randan?"

"Perhaps." Lanmarok sneered, "Then I hope you can keep your life after this battle and continue to express this opinion."

"Even if I die here today, they are not as good as Randan." Captain Afupa complained in a low voice, "Did you see it clearly?"

Due to the differences in their expertise and functions in combat missions, Lanmarok, as the Grand Master of the Fire Wing, had a better servo system and divination algorithm configured in his power armor than Captain Aphrodite. Even in such a low-visibility fog, he had a clearer field of vision thanks to the detection and divination devices and algorithms that had been set up outside the fortifications just in case.

"Fourteen Warhounds. My power armor can only work with the divination device we placed outside the front line to barely detect the five-kilometer range behind the poisonous fog, so I can't guarantee that there are no more." Lanmalok said with a toothache, "But, even if we don't mention them, there are at least thirty knights and twenty-seven tanks - the chassis looks a bit like Lander, but it's hard to tell what it is - approaching within this range. As for the coordinated infantry, I have given up counting."

A detection range of five kilometers is almost the same as a blind man in the battlefield of this era, but considering that the visibility in the poisonous fog does not even exceed twenty meters, this is already a very gratifying number.

"What's their speed of advancement?"

"Slowly. They seem to insist on staying hidden in the mist."

Captain Afupa snorted, "Coward."

As they talked, the first round of exploratory long-range fire strikes had obviously begun. Even though they were now at the edge of the fortifications, they could easily sense the anger of the artillery fire fixed inside through the vibrations of the building itself. The roar of the missiles when they were fired took half a second to reach their ears through the air, and thirty-four bright trails jumped into the sky framed in the observation port one by one, rushing towards the heavy poisonous fog in the distance.

Apparently, no one had suggested trying energy weapons. No one thought that energy beams could be lethal after passing through a fog like that.

Another half minute passed before Lanmarok spoke up: "The aim was pretty good. It hit at least five tanks, three of which should have been completely disabled, but it was useless."

It's not that the Ultramarines' bombing didn't hit more important targets, but the missiles that fell on the Titans or Knights didn't have the desired effect due to various subspace reasons. The rolling poisonous fog was still approaching unwaveringly, and the speed seemed to have accelerated a little.

"It does look a bit like 'Dusk Raider'." Captain Afpa snorted unhappily.

"There are no more 'Dusk Raiders'." Lanmarok's tone was filled with clear anger, "There are no more 'Death Guards' either."

The fortifications were once again shaken by the building itself—this time for a completely different reason. The two Dark Angel veterans skillfully made corresponding defensive tactical moves in the tremors caused by the enemy shells, and Captain Aphrodite even opened the team's internal communication at the same time: "Report damage."

Two minutes later, the enemy's first round of exploratory bombing stopped temporarily, and Captain Afupa obviously got the report he wanted. He shook off the dust on his power armor and said to Lanmarok, "The good news is that their shells are not very effective against us - the actual bullets kill less than expected, and the corruption and virus cannot be spread; the bad news is that both sides must fight in close proximity."

"Good news. If we can hold on for another forty-three minutes, the three Titan demi-legions loyal to Lord Guilliman will arrive at the battlefield one after another." Lanmalok was obviously not idle during these two minutes. "Bad news. If it doesn't take forty-three minutes, we will all die."

“…You intercepted the Ultramarines’ public communications links?”

"Why? Is it not possible?" Lan Malok said confidently, "Since we are in the same fortification, we should share the same strategic deployment."

"You little bastard..." Captain Afpa scolded with a smile, "forty-three minutes. I think in less than ten minutes, they will be trampling over our heads."

"For now, we can only hope for close-range shooting by the Melta. Or we can put us in the barrel and fire us at the Titan to see if we can board it and kill the crew inside." Lanmalok said with a smile.

"Well, Lanmalok." Captain Afupa seemed to have suddenly thought of something, "Go ask 'that one'," he pointed his thumb in the direction of the city behind him. This was almost a conventional hint to them, "if she has anything good to offer as support."

Lanmarok was a little hesitant about this: "...I'm not sure--"

"What's there to be 'uncertain' about? She has already taken out our 'battle brother who knows how to use psychic powers', why don't you return the favor?" Captain Aphrodite's tone was relaxed, "Why are you so scared? She is not the Primarch."

The reference here was of course to the Lion King Lion el'Jonson. Knowing what the other party was referring to, Lanmalok glared at Captain Afpa through his helmet.

"You can also connect directly to her communications, why don't you go there yourself?"

"Because I was about to talk to that big blue brother about orbital strikes," Captain Aphrodite was referring to Primaris Felix, "I had to confirm that those of us who like to stake our territory would be okay with me launching a whirlwind torpedo into the battlefield in extreme circumstances."

"Go to hell, Zaentik. Did you consult with them when you decided to launch the whirlwind torpedoes?" Lanmarok cursed Caliban under his breath, and then said retaliatory words before connecting with Fujimaru Ritsuka, "Also, do you really think she is not the Primarch?"

The "primarch" here is obviously just a literal meaning. Although there is no solid evidence for Lanmarok's guess, it is enough to make Captain Afpa brainstorm for three seconds in his highly nervous state before the battle.

-

"...I'm not sure." In the communication link, Fujimaru Ritsuka's slightly distorted voice seemed a little hesitant, "I'll go to the highest tower to take a look."

Lanmarok knew that, judging from the current situation, the bell tower of Tyros Cathedral was undoubtedly the tallest building in the entire city. Considering that most of the other towers had collapsed after multiple rounds of bombing, the view from there would be very wide - but he was still not sure that with mortal eyes, he could see the frontline fortifications 60 kilometers away from the city center from there.

He probably asked this unconsciously, because Fujimaru Ritsuka answered him: "I have my own way. If you want me to count the number of bricks, I definitely can't do it, but aiming at something as big as a Warhound Titan is definitely no problem."

"'Aim'?" Lanmarok wondered. "Aim at what?"

"I'm not sure! Let's try them one by one from small to large!" For some reason, Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice also sounded a little anxious. "If this is the final battle, then I will definitely 'push down' without thinking, but the enemy will definitely have reinforcements after this. It will take time for our 'temple' to completely connect to the earth veins. Under the premise of a long-term battle, I can't throw out something here that needs two or three days to recover after using it once! That will only increase the intensity of the war in vain!"

Lan Malok didn't really understand what she was talking about, but the sound of the exchange of fire in the distance made him have no time to think about it: "Titan! So far, 17 Warhound-class Titans have been observed! As long as we can stop them, the remaining defenses can barely cope with it!"

As the Chaos army gradually approached, after crossing a line about two kilometers in front of the fortifications, the enemy was indeed strangely weakened: the poisonous fog suddenly became sparse, the demon engines made deafening wails and complaints for no reason, and the cultists also made confused and terrified sounds. The pollution and flies that originally attached to them quickly wilted after crossing that boundary, and the psychic protection around them also weakened, which made the situation look a little better - but it was only an appearance.

The enemy was still being driven forward by something, and the gap in manpower and firepower between the two sides still existed. Moreover, the explosive bombs and energy beams in the hands of the enemy were still effective, but the evil god corruption in them was no longer effective. Lanmarok had no doubt that when the Titans, who moved more slowly after crossing the boundary, came to the front of the fortifications, they could easily dismantle the entire fortification like a child dismantling building blocks.

"Successfully sighted the enemy, first try using conventional firepower." Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice came from the communication link.

"We have tried conventional live ammunition, but to little avail!" Lanmalok reported what he had seen before. "The Void Shield will block most of them, and the few that slip through the net will not cause any effective damage!"

At this time, some strange noises came from the link of Fujimaru Ritsuka's side. Lanmarok guessed that it was the sound of multiple promethium fuels igniting continuously within two seconds and performing aerodynamic propulsion, but he could not match this sound with any missile propulsion module he knew - he even couldn't help but wonder, is it really some kind of missile?

"I predicted that." Fujimaru Ritsuka replied in a steady voice, "I paid attention to adding the 'invincible penetration' state when equipping my equipment."

"what--"

Lanmarok's question was drowned out by a series of tremors. He immediately realized that this would definitely cause a large number of casualties in the battle line. The loud noise of the enemy's shells hitting our fortifications made him unable to hear anything for a while. His instinct for war made him steady himself while turning his attention to the nearby observation window. The rumbling sound of artillery fire gradually connected together - whether it was from the enemy or our side, it made the temporary building where he was shaking continuously as if it had encountered an earthquake.

These vibrations took him half a second longer to struggle to the front of the observation window. Then he realized that he had missed something:

The earthquake-like tremors were not all due to artillery fire - a Demon Titan that seemed to be hit by a dozen hot melt warheads and successfully injured by all the bullets could also cause the same effect as it slowly fell.

Mimi (six o'clock).

It is Super Ind (Arjuna of the Archer class). Guda used Super Ind.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 100 But there is no such thing as a massacre

Fujimaru Ritsuka knew very well that even the Heroic Spirits might feel helpless when faced with the many high-intensity battlefields of the Empire filled with monsters and demons - but that definitely did not include the Heroic Spirits in the Indian mythological wars.

At present, Archer, who was urgently summoned from the Tyros Cathedral, has once again confirmed this.

Just as she had promised before, Fujimaru Ritsuka had no intention of going to the front line of the battlefield herself, but that did not mean that she could not use the support of the Heroic Spirits while she was in the Taros Cathedral.

"This is the first time I've tried shooting at this distance," Arjuna said modestly. "It's a little challenging to ensure both accuracy and power."

Sevatar on the side silently questioned his power armor: Why can't you do this? Then, he was immediately stabbed in the soul by Jeanne Alter.

As the tallest building in the city, the church bell tower provided a good view. Arjuna's B+ clairvoyance easily caught the huge machine moving slowly sixty kilometers away. The abundant magic power was transmitted through the divine bow Gandibal given by the god of fire Agni to wrap around the arrow, serving as both a propulsion unit and a combat unit. While making a loud noise that an arrow itself should not have, it also had a range and destructive power that an arrow itself should not have.

In just two seconds, Arjuna shot twelve arrows almost simultaneously at a speed that was almost impossible for the human eye to catch. If one looked from outside the clock tower, it would be twelve meteors burning with blue flames flying from the top of the tower toward the slightly cloudy sky. The slight difference in the firing sequence caused them to slightly disperse into a goose formation in midair, and they flew in an elegant parabola across a distance of about 60 kilometers from the city center to the suburbs, and finally landed accurately on the same demon titan.

The enemy's void shield might be on. Logically, such an attack should be directed into the subspace - but sorry, Fujimaru Ritsuka had long ago paid special attention to whether status buffs such as "Invincible Penetration" could successfully bypass the defense of the void shield, and after testing, the conclusion was that it could.

Therefore, under the premise that the Master had used the corresponding countermeasures in advance, Arjuna's arrow directly ignored the barrier that the void shield should have provided and landed on the Titan itself. The specially strengthened magic power on the arrow was still sufficient at this time. The blue-green flame composed of magic power carried a blazing high temperature and evaporated the biomass on the body blessed by the evil god in an instant, melting the remaining and rotten metal shell - perhaps even including the crew inside. The corrupted machine soul wailed and died under the tearing of the high temperature, and the entire body was like being ravaged by twelve missiles with hot melt warheads. It tilted and overturned during the melting process, and finally collapsed to the ground.

"The firepower is a little excessive," said Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was observing the battlefield through the Ortnaus's eyepiece. "It's not impossible to continue like this, but if we directly fire at the core of the plasma reactor, the amount of ammunition required will be reduced."

"Is there no problem with the magic?"

"No problem. The energy for this summoning is all based on the 'temple' workshop of the Tyros Cathedral. I am only responsible for proving that this type of summoning is valid and acting as a catalyst." Fujimaru Ritsuka replied, "Just think of it as being directly powered by the earth veins. It doesn't matter if I waste a little."

"I understand." Arjuna replied, and under Digris's gaze, he drew his bow and arrow again as if no one was around.