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

How come there’s always another war after one… The SEALs are really going to fail… It’s the end of the month and I still have no use for a leave application… I’ll update once today to give me some time to relax… It’s right before a long holiday and you can understand that the morale of the troops is low, right? (But this doesn’t mean I’ll update more during the holidays).

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Chapter 108: Spread the word, Fujimaru Ritsuka gets carried away

"My mistake." Arjuna put down his longbow slightly and looked at the fortifications that were instantly destroyed by a green light. "I failed to confirm the enemy's shadow in the first time."

"No, it was my mistake," said Fujimaru Ritsuka. At the same time, on the northern front sixty kilometers away, a tower-like shadow hidden in the yellow-green mist and the shadow of the demon titan suddenly turned into a large torch burning with blue flames. "I ignored the effect of actual distance on the impact time."

"It's still my fault." Arjuna, who was so arrogant that he ignored the fact that "on the battlefield, a slight time difference may also affect the overall situation", said, "I should have reminded you earlier."

Fujimaru Ritsuka did not continue this seemingly endless cycle: "If you insist on believing this, go to the front line and wash away the shame of this mistake with your own hands."

As for how to "wash away the shame", everyone present knew it well.

Arjuna was happy to do so, but he did not respond immediately. Half a second later, Fujimaru Ritsuka understood the meaning of the song and immediately added a supplementary explanation, allowing the conversation to continue without others even noticing the lag:

"Asclepius's last blow should have directly injured the Lord of Plague's garden." She narrated some shocking facts in a calm and understated manner:

"According to my understanding of the Chaos forces' tendency to bully the weak and fear the strong, they should soon have the idea of ​​retreating. The intensity of the battlefield may still rise, but it will not rise too high. Their next strategy should be to retreat as quickly as possible while trying to preserve themselves. In contrast, we should try to maximize the results of the battle here - for this I need to go to the front line in person, and before that, I need a pair of eyes that I can trust enough."

"Don't pursue a desperate enemy," Arjuna objected briefly.

"It was the Plague God himself who had the direct feeling of 'the end of the road', not the soldiers and generals on the battlefield. In the chaos of the battle, they might even think that the situation is very good." Fujimaru Ritsuka sneered, "Besides, the enemy leader is most likely Mortarion, and he has never been a... 'easy to get along with' character."

She specifically made a quotation mark gesture when she said "good with each other" to indicate that this word here does not mean what it is usually understood to mean. Digris, who was also present and listened to the whole thing, was confused by this, but Arjuna understood without any obstacles that what Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to express was "this person is too eccentric in character."

Arjuna had no idea what kind of personality the person who was described by Fujimaru Ritsuka as "too eccentric" had, but this was enough for him to understand that the enemy leader would not obey the orders of his superiors so easily.

"I understand." Out of trust in the Master's judgment - whether it was the judgment of the enemy leader's character or the grasp of the development of the battlefield - he decided to ignore more questions and directly execute the order he had received before, "Then Master, be careful."

"Of course. May your military fortune flourish."

As Arjuna's figure turned into a golden light and disappeared on the spot, Fujimaru Ritsuka also turned around, preparing to leave the clock tower and return to the preaching hall.

Digris, who followed closely behind, spoke up at this time: "Are you really going to the front line in person?"

"Of course." Ever since the failed rescue of Asclepius, Fujimaru Ritsuka has maintained this strange calm after a brief rage, "Well, maybe I will need to let Sevitarion come back. I strongly doubt that he is the only one who can keep an eye on the remaining ten Night Lords in the church after I leave."

They had walked down the spiral staircase, a short ceremonial journey that would take them to the elevator inside the clock tower and back to the ground. But during this short journey, the shadow behind the stairs spoke in Nostramo:

"We can take care of ourselves!"

The sudden hissing sound didn't scare anyone. Digris had already sensed through his psychic power that there was a Night Lord hiding there responsible for security. In fact, except for Sevatar, eight of the ten Night Lords who appeared on the ground were assigned to guard various parts of the church. Only two stayed in the preaching hall with the Ultramarines just in case.

Here, compared to the fact that "the shadow suddenly spoke", Fujimaru Ritsuka's reaction surprised Diglis more:

"Shut up, Simonius." Not only was she not frightened, she accurately called out the speaker's name with a hissing sentence that was distorted by the voice-changing mechanism to the point where the original tone was almost unrecognizable. "If you are left unchecked for more than twenty minutes, you will definitely fight with Ketraro."

As she spoke, she entered the elevator with Digris. After the mechanical structure began to operate, she added in the elevator: "I know this is a bit of an abuse of power, but I still hope you can help get Sevitarion out of the Ultramarines' prisoner-of-war camp. If I go there myself, I may not have enough time."

"I understand." After answering this, Diglis realized that his original topic was almost completely diverted. "But, what I mean is that you shouldn't do such a dangerous thing. The front line is very dangerous."

"I know this very well," Fujimaru Ritsuka replied. "Perhaps, Mr. Diglis, you may feel that this is unreal or unbelievable, but I know very well what such a high-intensity battlefield will be like. I made this decision only after clearly understanding all the possible risks and weighing them rationally."

"But it's still too risky." Diglis still objected, "You should realize how important your position is now. You shouldn't take risks lightly."

"I think we can all agree that the Imperial Regent is obviously much more important than me," Fujimaru Ritsuka retorted, "but we all saw his command vehicle rushing towards the battlefield from the clock tower."

"…The Primarch may not actually be in that car."

With a subtle smile, Fujimaru Ritsuka turned his head and looked up at the think tank director who had crossed the Primaris boundary: "I noticed that the enhancement surgery you have undergone obviously has not damaged your sense of humor. This is really a happy thing."

"...Okay." Knowing that this excuse was untenable, Digris sighed softly, "But at least, my gene father is the Primarch, and he has enough guards to ensure his safety."

"Does this mean 'As long as I can raise enough guards, you won't have any objections to this'?"

"That's not what I meant. Of course I still hope you don't...ah."

Diglis read a familiar determination on the face of this underage girl, a determination that often appeared on the face of Robert Guilliman who was ready to make a desperate decision. This should have made him feel absurd, or at least a strange sense of dislocation, but he almost despaired to find that this expression appeared on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face, unexpectedly very suitable.

Some supernatural feeling also told him that this was not the first time this girl had made a similar decision that would put herself in danger.

The Librarian softened his attitude somewhat and lowered the standard for making things happen: "Okay. If you can recruit a guard of at least fifty Astartes warriors, I will no longer have any objection to this matter. I will find a way to get Yago Sevitarion back to the church, but I will not help you with this matter."

Then, the smile that appeared on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face, which could be described as "confident", immediately made him feel something was wrong.

"You said it yourself," she said, her tone brightening. "You haven't realized what the most important function of this temple is - you've seen it in action, but you don't realize what it can do."

"what?"

"More than fifty Astartes," Fujimaru Ritsuka repeated happily, and then suddenly brought up a seemingly completely unrelated topic: "Parmenio was already part of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar during the Great Crusade. I have no doubt that countless Ultramarines have fought bloody battles for her survival before."

Diglis really didn't quite understand what she was saying, but he didn't need any supernatural powers of foresight to be sure of one thing: this time they had to go to the front line.

Miu (Leopard)

Why did I update all of a sudden? Because I realized that it’s the end of the month and I only have three days left before I can complete my full attendance. It would be a shame if I failed now…

So the flooding of Jinshan Mountain was carried out.

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Chapter 109 Say Thank You Arjuna

What is counterintuitive is that after the fortifications on the northern battlefield of Tyros were breached, the Imperial line itself actually advanced forward - as if the fortifications themselves were a seal of some kind.

In fact, this is not difficult to understand: when the enemy proved that they had enough armed forces to destroy the fortifications themselves, the fortifications themselves were no longer safe. In addition, the Ultramarines were encouraged or stimulated by the news that "the Primarch was coming to the front to supervise the battle", so the hero Felix in charge of the command chose a more radical way of fighting.

In other words, all the Ultramarines came out of their fortifications at the cost of heavy casualties and started a field battle with the enemy. Then, they actually pushed the front line back.

The Demon Titans, who had originally been thinking of retreating, showed some intention of regrouping after the Withered Towers slowly moved forward and approached the battlefield. However, after the tower that fired first was turned into a bunch of torches in an instant, their fighting spirit once again visibly declined.

Soon after, the Titan Legion loyal to Robert Guilliman arrived at the battlefield, which boosted the morale of the Imperial Front. In contrast, the Demon Titan Legion seemed to be in a difficult situation at this time and had to bite the bullet and move forward again to fight against the Imperial Titans.

The structure of the Withered Tower is simple, and this simple structure is not supposed to appear on the battlefield of this era, so it is impossible to read it with clear emotional expressions like the Demon Titan. There were originally seven of them, and now only six can function normally, but they are still not affected by the destruction of their compatriots, and continue to move forward slowly as if they are unconscious.

To the Imperial Titans approaching the front line, the wooden tower cars were just surrounded by deformed creatures that looked like humans and beasts at the bottom of the base, slowly emerging from the yellow-green mist. The huge and filthy wheels crushed everything that blocked their path without any care - regardless of friend or foe, and then they began to "fire".

From the height of the Titan, the crew members could see the whole process of it being "fired" without any obstacles: a tower vehicle began to flash and emit green light, followed by a light wrapped in smoke across the sky, like a phosphorescent bomb thrown by a terrifying giant slingshot. The ammunition fired by the tower vehicle seemed to have a physical existence. The Imperial vehicles, which had absorbed the experience of being bombarded the previous time, released their anti-aircraft firepower here. Tracer bullets and missiles dragged bright trails and rushed towards the green comet like moths to a flame, but it was meaningless.

Weapons from the physical universe have little effect on this psychic projectile, which is imbued with the power of the Warp.

The people on the front line have already witnessed the power of this green lightning-like shell on the fortifications. If it really falls unhindered on the unprotected plain battlefield of their own line, there is no doubt that at least thousands of people will die instantly in such a bombardment, and even the nearby divine machines will not be spared.

——But it ultimately failed to land on the ground.

The next second after it was confirmed that the physical weapons could not affect the trajectory of the projectile, the mystical arrows took over their task. Twelve arrows dragging blue-green flames hit the projectile in a row within a breath, and the extremely high supernatural heat and the conflicting psychic energy caused the two to explode in mid-air.

A ball of yellow-green and blue-green flames erupted in midair, followed by a deafening roar. The powerful shockwave was transmitted to the ground by the violently vibrating air, which was enough to kill the mortal soldiers with poor protective gear directly below them instantly due to ruptured internal organs. The Astartes who lacked protection nearby also temporarily lost their hearing due to the roar. The Chaos corruption that was not burned out in midair fell on the battlefield like raindrops, and the deadly plague and corrosion continued to harm the Imperial soldiers who were unfortunate enough to come into contact with these raindrops.

Even if the projectile was successfully intercepted, hundreds of people would still die, but at least the vehicle and Titan were not damaged by the actual projectile landing, which is much better than the expected losses.

However, Arjuna was not satisfied with this.

The Empire's Titan Legion was speeding up, trying to get close to destroy those towers. The Knights loyal to the Empire were scattered in a rough semicircle in front, driving away the enemy's infantry and most of the demon engines. The top of the second tower car also began to emit an ominous green light. However, at the same time, among the divine machines at the front of the line, the crew members were surprised to find an unknown high temperature heat source on the auspicious instrument.

It looked like the spectrum of heat emitted by a multi-melta about to fire, but it was floating at roughly the same height as the Warhound Titan's head, in mid-air where there was nothing—no, there was a mortal-sized—

The auspicious instrument was interfered by the psychic energy and heat signals that were too far beyond common sense, and it was impossible to accurately determine what was happening there. What the crew could indeed observe was that at the moment when the heat reached its peak, eighteen blue-green rays of light shot out from that space, drawing arcs in the air with trajectories that did not conform to any sense of ballistics, and fell straight from the sky above the tower at the moment when the huge projectile was ejected from its top, pushing the sick phosphorescent fire back.

The yellow-green flames of corruption exploded into a hemispherical shape in the enemy's position, and most of the deformed monsters surrounding the tower cart were killed or injured because they were directly subjected to the overly strong shock wave - this was already a manifestation of their supernatural vitality. If an unprotected mortal had been subjected to such an explosion, there would be no doubt that his body would be wiped out in an instant. However, the impact at such a close distance did not seem to cause much damage to the tower cart itself, as if they had some kind of damage immunity.

But the protection of the subspace is meaningless to Arjuna at the moment. Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had already made countermeasures for similar situations, had already given him the concept gift suit with the attribute of "invincible penetration" almost the next moment after the summoning was established. The only thing that bothered him here was the simple efficiency issue.

It was a bit difficult to clear out the remaining six (or five and a half) towers one by one.

The second after Arjuna made this judgment, the Titan crew around him immediately discovered that all the divination instruments and sensors on the body were in chaos at the same time. The transmission of communication waves was also significantly hindered, and the machine spirits roared uneasily, as if they felt something. An extreme excitement and violent impulse almost simultaneously tortured the consciousness of the captain and all the crew members.

Therefore, they temporarily paid no attention to the strange phenomenon of blue light in the sky. An illusory lotus pond emerged on the surface, violent spiritual energy roared to fight for the ownership of the Kia space field, and the epidemic of decay and decline retreated under the ancient magic weapon given by God. It was as if a voice made an ancient prophecy in the howling wind, and a blue ball of light appeared above the tower car like a second sun, and then-

Pashupata (Hand Shadow of the God of Destruction).

There was no overly loud sound, no unbearable shock wave, but after the strong light that was almost blinding, the land where the Withered Towers had originally stood was empty, as if they and the harmful beasts that surrounded them had never appeared here.

This was the first thing Robouti Guilliman noticed when he arrived on the battlefield.

Another chapter (six o'clock)

In fact, I have thought about whether Gong Nana can fly, but when he shoots arrows, he always floats up (and floats around), and his treasure also floats up, so let's just assume that he can.

And Nana's Noble Phantasm, the Shadow of the God of Destruction (Pa shua pa da), is theoretically an anti-human Noble Phantasm, and according to the description it is to instantly kill all objects within the range one by one, but this thing, together with the Vulcan Bow, burned down a forest and also made a hole in the same place (referring to the bow Nana's interlude), so I, combined with the Noble Phantasm animation, played with it a little bit (you).

And if you must ask what the invincible penetration outfit that Nana is wearing is, I would answer: Blue Illusion (Invincible Penetration + Baowei).

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Chapter 110 Entering the dungeon and preparing to deal with the monsters

"What is going on?" The scene was so beyond common sense that Robert Guilliman could not help but ask, but unfortunately, none of the guards around him could give him an accurate answer.

Perhaps it was some kind of psychic phenomenon. An Obsidian Knight of the Sisters of Silence gestured beside the Regent. This blue light was very similar to the long-range fire support sent by the Tyros Cathedral before. Perhaps they came from the same source.

All of them were in the yellow-green fog on the battlefield. Observing from such a close distance, the dirty yellow-green color seemed less obvious, but it still affected the vision. The overly humid air on the battlefield came into contact with the dry and cold armor, naturally condensing a large number of water droplets on it, and flowing freely on the armor with even the slightest movement of everyone.

The guards, led by the tribune Maldova Coken, surrounded the Imperial Regent. The members included a whole squad of the Imperial Guard, a dozen knights of the Sisters of Silence, and the Ultramarines of the Ever-Victorious Army. After arriving at the battlefield, they gathered around the Primarch from different vehicles. At a glance, there might be a hundred people.

"The position of the light has changed. Perhaps something else we don't know about is causing trouble. I think we must be vigilant." An ever-victorious soldier gave such advice beside the Primarch.

Guilliman was originally wondering why the person speaking here was not Cato Sicarius, but a microsecond later, he remembered that he had sent him to perform other tasks before. He actually did not forget his previous orders, he was just too accustomed to having Sicarius accompany him all the time.

This did not distract his thoughts for long. He soon realized that more fog was coming up, and the open space where the strange tower was originally located was quickly covered again. And this time, there was obviously some more unusual supernatural power in the fog.

It's so quiet.

Guilliman was familiar with the battlefield, just as he was familiar with every bill on his desk, and now he was sure that he was undoubtedly at the front line of the battlefield. But normally, even if the fog blocked his vision, he should still hear the sound of various types of gunfire coming from the surrounding plains, the roar of the vehicle's promethium engine, and the rumbling footsteps of Titans and Knights. Just like his exposed cheeks could still feel the air waves raised by the explosion in the distance.

However, the air wave was still there, but the other sounds seemed to be swallowed up by the surrounding fog, either disappearing into thin air or being weakened to the point where they seemed to be coming from far away. All that was left for Guilliman in the center of the fog was deathly silence.

"Visibility is decreasing rapidly," Kirken reported. "In thirty seconds, the human eye's observation range has dropped from about seven hundred meters to two hundred meters, and it's still decreasing. Something is going to happen."

The Tribune's unspoken words meant that he hoped the Imperial Regent would take care of himself, return to the command vehicle and leave the front immediately. But he obviously couldn't shake the will of a Primarch who had already made a decision. Guilliman simply agreed with his reasoning, and then drew the Emperor's Sword from his waist.

As always, there was a raging flame burning on the sword. Guilliman held up the gift from his father, and the mist around him retreated with this action, flowing against the wind in an unphysical way, as if to avoid the flames burning on the sword.

"I am the last loyal heir of the Emperor, Roboute Guilliman!" He said loudly, and his voice was amplified countless times by his armor, resounding like thunder over the silent battlefield, "Invader, no matter who you are, come out and face me!"

He knew that it was Mortarion who had led this battle, and that it was Mortarion who had set up traps and led him all the way to Parmenion. If it was the old Mortarion, Guilliman would have no doubt that his brother was waiting for him behind the mist, sharpening his knife and preparing to fight him once and for all - but with the current Mortarion, he was not sure.

The corruption of Chaos and the passage of time might have changed him. Since the Heresy, too many of his brothers had changed beyond recognition. All he could do was step out in front of the enemy, feigning a mistake, using himself as bait, trying to lure the enemy leader out of his hiding.

However, this challenge did not attract the enemy he wanted. Instead, golden light spots like fine sand fell on the command vehicle behind him with a slight sound. Guilliman lowered his sword slightly in doubt, but still kept it at a height suitable for attack, and then turned around to look:

A man with black hair and skin, dressed in white, holding a bow and arrow, was slowly floating down to the roof of the car. He looked like an ordinary person, and did not show any aggressiveness, but everyone present was on high alert - after all, no ordinary mortal could gather his body out of thin air from golden sand-like light spots, nor could he float in the air as if he was not affected by gravity, and then slowly land on the ground.

"I guess you are the regent of this country." The man who appeared out of thin air faced Guilliman and spoke before everyone else. "I have received instructions from my Master, Fujimaru Ritsuka, to protect your safety as much as possible in the upcoming battle, and to serve as the advance team to guide the direction of subsequent reinforcements."

This brief statement alone was not enough to gain the trust of everyone present, but Guilliman noticed that the bowstring of the white longbow in the man's hand was burning with a flame that was very similar to the blue-green light that had shot out from the direction of the cathedral before.

"Were you the one who sent the long-range fire support to the Tyros Cathedral?" the Imperial Regent asked tentatively.

The man pursed his lips slightly in displeasure at the question, but it was not because of the question itself, but more like a little anger at himself. He skipped a step on the question asked by Guilliman, and the content of his answer was slightly inconsistent: "I did have a problem during the support process, but now, I have corrected it."

In fact, no one present was quite clear about what he had "corrected", but compared with some other issues, this did not seem very important.

"We don't trust you." Tribune Coken said bluntly, "We can't trust a stranger who appears out of nowhere."

No one paid attention to his exquisite pun. The man just responded with a sharp response: "It doesn't matter. My assigned mission does not include 'gaining your trust'. If you insist that the next battle does not require my intervention, I can just stay here until reinforcements arrive."

"If we need reinforcements, we also have a reliable enough communication link to contact and locate them," added a victorious soldier.

The man standing on the rooftop looked down at the speaker calmly, as if the ornate, throne-like command vehicle under his feet should serve as his foil. "They may soon be unreliable. The battlefield under our feet is currently rapidly becoming alienated - or, as you are more familiar with, sinking into the warp."

Guilliman frowned. In a flash, he used the neural link to transmit his thoughts to the Destiny Armor, and called the hero Felix, the fixed communication vehicle on the front line, the communicators in the reserve team who came with him to the front line, Sicarius and Digris, all of which fell into the sea. There was only a thin electronic noise in the communication link that responded to him like a mockery. So far, he could only command the more than a hundred guards around him.

He looked at the man again, and this time he realized why he chose to appear on the roof of his command vehicle: after maintaining this height and distance, he and the man did not need to look up or down, and could look each other in the eye without any effort. He knew that it was wrong to be distracted on the battlefield, but he still couldn't help but think about it, and some of his descendants present would definitely be dissatisfied with this.

But Guilliman himself did not have any extra thoughts about this. He just continued to ask: "In this case, how should you communicate with your Master?"

"The bond of the contract is unbreakable." The man's eyes slightly shifted away from Guilliman and looked into the mist behind him. "But perhaps now is not the time for us to worry about these details."

With clear and smooth movements, he bent his bow and aimed at a certain direction beside the Imperial Regent. The blue-green flame quickly wrapped around the arrow from the bowstring, and then, with an unreasonable loud noise like the ignition of a promethium engine, it instantly turned into a stream of light of the same color, piercing the curtain of thick fog like a sharp cone.

Everyone who was closer to the arrow's trajectory felt the supernatural high temperature in various ways, and it seemed to have burned away the rotten fog of the warp in an instant, opening a clear tunnel out of thin air in everyone's obscured vision.

No sound of the arrow hitting the target was heard, perhaps it was also completely swallowed by the strange thick fog. But everyone noticed that in the direction where the arrow flew, there was a huge shadow moving behind the fog in the distance.