"Dear Mr. Luther."

"The war continues, spreads and never ends."

"Sometimes, I even wonder if this is the future fate of our race: endless galaxies, endless enemies and endless wars, so that gunpowder and ammunition will finally become everyone's innate memory."

"Just three Terra Standard Months ago, Randan launched a new offensive focused on the Khakikas system where the Death Guard Legion was stationed, and it is said that the original Mortarian forbade his men to retreat, and they relied on the defenses of the Hive World and a large number of biological and chemical weapons to repel the Xenomorph army, and the cost was only two-thirds of the Hive World's population."

"Mortarian claims that his legion has been fighting for years and has done enough for this war, and that the Death Guard will withdraw from the front line of the battle against Randan to take the necessary rest, and it is said that the Holy Terra has agreed to his request and ordered the Iron Warriors to send more troops to take over the Death Guard's defenses, and this is the seventh time in five years that they have called up to the Iron Warriors."

"It is said that the first batch of 5,000 Iron Warriors have all been killed, but to be honest, most of the legions are bleeding and dying now, the 100 Astartes sent by the Thousand Sons Legion to support have killed more than 90 people, and the White Scar and the 19th Legion have also lost tens of thousands of troops, but White Scar's luck is a little better, their genetic prototype has been found by the emperor, and now they are also going to retreat from the front line of the war to reunite with the father of genes."

"But in this way, the Fifth and Fourteenth Legions have left the front line one after another, and the Space Wolves don't know where they were taken by their head wolf, and the ones in charge of the eastern part of the Randan Front are actually our First Legion and scattered reinforcements from other legions."

"Many people in the Legion complain about this, after all, compared to other legions, we are the one who has always had the heaviest task and the most sacrifice, but in the past five years we have never really rested and replenished, thousands of Terra veterans died in the war, but no one can replace their former position and role."

"But [the lion] never seemed to realize it, and it's possible that he didn't care."

"There are also people who say that he is fighting against the Eleventh Legion, which has also been the main pillar of the war, I think this is a bit exaggerated, the Eleventh Legion is now deep into the interior of the Randan Empire, and their battle line extends from the Sun Star Domain all the way to the Eye of Fear, but there has been less and less news about them lately, and it is said that they have rarely sent new information back to Terra."

"I don't dare to figure it out, but the atmosphere within the Legion is getting worse and worse, and I've even heard dissatisfaction with the [Lion] in the corner of the Indomitable Truth, along with others around our Genetic Father, such as Coswayne and Morgan."

"Hmm...... Less for the latter, after all, she is a little too ...... Powerful. ”

"I've heard a lot of complaints about His Excellency Morgan, but no one has ever dared to say it in front of her, after all, everyone remembers that in the Battle of Wollaston, her psionic scream completely tore apart three Randan's battleships, smashed a hole in Randan's battle line, and by the way, pulled the Randan's battleship back from subspace that wanted to forcibly jump."

"Sometimes, I even wonder if she's really just an alpah?"

"But then again, in this case, it is a good thing to have such a powerful psyker as an ally after all, and she has indeed been fighting diligently on the front lines of the war for three years, not even missing a battle, and we are used to seeing her appear behind the Genoplasm with five hundred people, which often means the arrival of a general attack."

"Many of the fighters survived because of her timely intervention and assistance, I don't know what those Terra veterans think of her now, anyway, we Calibans have always had a good opinion of her, and she deserves trust and respect."

"Time flies, now this war has been fought for almost five years, most of the familiar faces around me are no longer seen, the legion originally had 100,000 people, but now it may only be 60,000 or 70,000, but the good news is that although we are now the only ones left on the front line, Ran Dan seems to be a little unable to fight, since the offensive three months ago, they have not launched any new attacks."

"There are still very large Randan legions entrenched in those northern star sectors, but they seem to be content with some kind of sit-down war and confrontation, but [Lion] does not intend to continue this situation, he has already organized an army and is ready to take the initiative to attack Randan's heavy army group."

"There are quite a few people in the Legion who don't recommend this, but it's still like that, and no one can resist [the Lion]."

"In short, the war will continue, whether it is started by them or by us."

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The Billyvan system was discovered and colonized by the Empire in the fiftieth year of the Great Expedition, and became one of the main transportation routes connecting the Maelstrom region to the northern part of the Far Eastern Star Field.

This important position made it one of the focal points of the Second Randan War, and the army of the Alien Empire swept away the defenders here for the first time, and occupied the system for five years, during which time it became the frontline military camp of the Randan, with more than 200 Randan capital ships moored in various starports alone.

With the Randan army's attempt to break through the defense line of the human empire from the northeast of the galaxy, so as to invade the eastern part of the solar star field, the plan to invade the eastern part of the solar field was completely ruined, and this place was transformed from a military camp into a simple front-line fortress, and all the sixteen worlds in the galaxy were armed, and billions of slaves shed their blood, making it a strong fortress for four million Randan warriors.

But in this galaxy, there is no fortress that the First Legion cannot break.

The Indomitable Truth commanded a fleet that was so strong that no one dared to believe it, tearing through the fragile outposts that Randan had placed in the rest of the galaxy, all the way straight into the core of this Randan's heavy army group, the genetic prototype of the First Legion intended to completely annihilate all the aliens in this galaxy, so as to pull the battle line in the northeast of the galaxy to a point that satisfied him, only by holding this transportation hub, Johnson would let his legion rest for a while, waiting for new supplies and recruits.

And before that, they need to shed blood.

While the flagship of the Progenogen slowly sailed out of Mandeville Point, and the war for air supremacy in the galaxy was already in full swing for several Terra standards, the battleships of the First Legion and the blasphemous war engines of Zandan fought each other in the cold glow of the stars, and the shattered metal reflected the relentless light of the stars and illuminated them farther away.

The First Legion's genetic prototype perched on the bridge of the Indomitable Truth, indifferently watching everything that was happening in the galaxy through electronic screens and orniths.

The red spots that symbolized the battleship of the Randan flooded the electronic screen, and they increased wildly every minute, and when the fleet of the Dark Angels erased the ten red dots, more than thirty would burst out of the shadows.

And behind these small characters, there is a rather huge goal: it is another Randan War Moon, and nothing can better illustrate what a huge monster the Randan Legion entrenched here is.

Just as Johnson was thinking like this, he found that two blue points of light had also disappeared, which meant that he had lost two battleships at about the same time, but the loss was worth it, large and small gaps began to appear on the battle line of the Randan, and some of the frontmost Randan battleships began to be surrounded, and the continuous flow of Imperial warships from the Mandeville point ensured the fate of these besieged.

Johnson just watched, he watched his hand grow and deplete little by little, he watched thousands of Astarte warriors and Randan warriors fight to the death in the void, and the trajectories of the jumping torpedoes were chaotic between their respective war engines, like an intricate meteor shower.

The genogen didn't do anything, and he didn't need to do anything else, and such a large-scale naval battle that broke out in such a small space actually didn't really test the military quality of the commander, because the fundamental elements of naval warfare had been best developed in this kind of hand-to-hand combat.

Firepower.

That's what naval warfare is all about.

Tilt your ship's firepower on the enemy's body as much as possible, so that the opponent's ship's firepower is as wide as possible.

This is the true meaning of naval warfare.

Johnson knew this, he was born to know it.

He was also sure that when the Dark Angel's fleet successfully established a zone of control near Mandeville Point in accordance with his maneuver and layout, he would not need to do anything more, and there would be no suspense in this naval battle.

In this arrogant silence, when the time passed another Terra standard, after throwing down several times the wreckage of the battleship, the Randan fleet seemed to realize the fact that it could not clear the human warships from the vicinity of Mandeville Point, and they began to retreat, scattering towards the nearest world, but at this time, many Randan warships had been bitten by the Imperial warships and could no longer be taken off.

Johnson watched as the alien blasphemous war engines burned in the void and felt a kind of killing pleasure.

It was at this time that he heard the sound of the door behind him being opened, followed by the sound of high heels stomping on the ground.

On his Indomitable Truth, this voice is unique.

Morgan, his psionic advisor and the only mortal advisor by his side, came to his side.

[How's the probing?] 】

[Very well, Lord Johnson, there should be no psionic ones among the Ran Dan commanders stationed in this galaxy, and I have not found any traces of psionic manipulation on those alien corpses. 】

The Genogen of the First Legion tilted his head and looked at the silver-haired lady who was reporting on her mission.

She is indeed powerful, very powerful.

It's no wonder that Magnus wrote a letter specifically satirizing his snatching in a euphemistic tone.

He's still so idle.

The tasks given to Morgan are always perfectly executed and resulted, and even if he looks at the list of tasks with a critical eye, he can't find more problems.

And even more valuable is not this:

She was always silent, very silent, and in the days when she wasn't fighting or training, she would spend almost all of her time in her room: meditating, resting, making wine, or even opening and writing letters.

But this did not prevent her strength from increasing strangely on the battlefield, and even the think tanks in the legion had unconsciously developed awe and obedience to her, and at the same time, Johnson had become accustomed to using her as his first choice when facing psionic problems.

She has the ability.

Although her tone is occasionally mixed with sarcasm and slackness in the necessary dialogue, this does not prevent her from treating those things that are really important with an admirable cold and ruthless attitude, she never asks the reason for the task, she never complains about the special nature of the task, and whenever she gets an instruction, she will naturally become the most efficient, cold, and unsympathetic instrument.

Johnson admired the efficiency and coldness, and he saw certain familiar shadows in these attitudes.

The genogen turned his head, and through the window in front of him, he saw his pupils.

He saw his own shadow.

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It's a pity that she is not his heir.

Nor is he a real mortal.

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So what is she?

The remnants of antiquity?

Unknown weapons?

Or is it true, a rare figure that can be compared to an existence like the Palm Print?

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This question seemed to afflict the genoplasm more and more intensely, but Johnson was sure that the answer to this question could only be guessed by himself.

The inquiry was fruitless.

Because he still didn't believe every word in Morgan's heart.

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The sound of communication interrupted Johnson's thoughts, and he listened to the report from the front, then spread out the galaxy map in front of him and pointed to one of the corners.

[The resistance here is stronger than I expected. 】

This is a good thing, Your Excellency. 】

The genogen saw a glint of vicious pleasure in those ice-blue pupils.

[The more the beast struggles, the more we really poke at the point.] 】

Johnson nodded.

[But the necessary plan still needs to be revised.] 】

Morgan was noncommittal, and she stood aside as Johnson began to think anew, a scene she had seen many times before.

The Genogens of the First Legion like to make a general plan before the start of each battle, but this kind of planning is not very detailed, after all, Johnson's tactical style is more flexible and changeable, he prefers to play casually according to the actual situation under the outline he has formulated, and any temporary changes and adjustments to the plan are commonplace.

She looked at the genogen in front of her and lowered her head for a moment of contemplation, and then his palm reached for the lion's helmet beside her.

[Inform Nemir and gather five hundred people.] 】

[At the same time, inform Coswayne and Alachos that they should come to me.] 】

Am I going to fight alongside them, Your Excellency? 】

[No ......]

Johnson put on a lion's helmet, and through that black protection, his gaze would not be seen by anyone.

"You're with me. 】

[Yes, Your Excellency. 】

(End of chapter)