When the Genomorph of the Eighteenth Legion walked into the hexagonal conference room of the Indomitable Truth, the vast space that could accommodate dozens of Astarte warriors was actually set off and cramped.

This meeting room is modeled after the appearance of the oldest knight fortress in Caliban, when he was a knight in the deep forest world, the genetic prototype of the First Legion had united most of the knights on his home planet in that fortress, and led these brave and noble men to wipe out the wave of behemoths that had plagued them for thousands of years.

The fortress of masonry and marble was thus enshrined in the original dream of the lion king of Caliban, and when he shifted his hunting grounds from the empty forests to the eternal Milky Way, the Genetic Prototype naturally moved the fortress among the stars.

The tall figures of the lion and the fiery dragon were projected onto the stone walls scattered throughout the alcoves by the beating candlelight, and the majestic figures of the majestic figures kept changing between the solemn sculptures and the skulls of the beasts, and the iron cages that held the candlesticks hung above their shadows, mercilessly lighting up the cold stone room, the quaint utensils of stone, steel, and hardwood in the corners of the room.

If it weren't for the star map in the center of the room, which was still flashing with light blue and scarlet light, I'm afraid no one would believe that such a room would appear in the very core of a huge warship that spanned the sea of stars.

"How many men did you bring, Vulcan?"

Before Johnson walked to the star map, his eyes first carefully checked whether the situation on the front line had changed greatly when he left, and after making sure that the most important nodes had not changed, the male lion once again focused his pupils on his blood brother.

"Forty thousand."

Without any hesitation, Vulcan's thick lips squirmed, and he gently spat out the number that weighed as much as a thousand pounds.

"I need to leave some of the necessary garrisons on the Nocturne, and beyond that, my entire legion will be at your disposal in this war, Johnson."

The Lion King nodded, very satisfied with this number, he knew that this was indeed the power that Vulcan had brought out with all his talents, almost reaching the limit, and I am afraid that this Lord of the Nocturne Star was the same as himself, and even brought the new blood from the mother planet here.

Contrary to what the world imagined, at the point in time they were in, that is, around the seventieth standard year of the Great Expedition of Terra, the so-called Astarte Legion was indeed very different from the [Legion] that mortals could imagine in terms of numbers.

By the standards of the Empire, the Legion is a symbol of absolute strength, a symbol of invincibility that can make any opponent rise from the depths of his heart with the most instinctive despair and fear, and an emperor's hammer that can crush a kingdom or even a world with a slight swing, and the most fundamental reason why they are so terrifying is the crushing of sheer numbers.

If there are no millions, tens of millions, or even more huge troops, then it is not worthy of the name of a [legion] at all.

But the Astarte Legion is a notable exception.

Looking at the entire galaxy, Astarte, who is now fighting all over the world in the name of the emperor, I am afraid that its total number is only seven or eight hundred thousand, or maybe even less.

As the undoubted strongest legion at this moment, the Dark Angel has a huge force of 150,000, and under Johnson's heirs, only the Shadow Moon Wolf, the Ultramarine, and the Imperial Fist can reach the scale of [100,000].

Further down, the Iron Warriors and Whisperers, the mighty legions with the Mother Planet of Prosperity and the Seeds of Stability, numbered more than 50,000 early, but both legions had some unique problems due to genetic protogenes, such as religious obsession or bloody tactics, which caused them to grow more slowly than their most prosperous brethren.

Surprisingly, White Scar also had the same level of strength as the Iron Warriors and the Whisperers, perhaps due to the long history of the Fifth Legion: at the beginning of the Emperor's Great Expedition, the Fifth Legion, known as the Star Hunters, was the largest of the largest legions, with at least 50,000 warriors welcoming the return of the Chagatai Khan, and in the years that followed, that number expanded to 80,000.

Further down, legions such as the Blood Angels, Space Wolves, and Death Guards struggle to expand their legions due to bloody wars and obsession with being part of certain worlds, which is the usual posture of most Astarte legions: not everyone is like the ambitious Otrama, clinging to a large number of worlds and being ready to divide one side at any time.

And the worst of the legions, such as the Emperor's Son or the Thousand Sons, their numbers fluctuate in the thousands, and with the intensity of the Great Expedition, such a force is not even suitable for a single expeditionary front: you know, the seemingly smooth sailing of Duran's strangulation alone cost the two legions of the Dark Angel and the Space Wolf at least two thousand casualties, which is enough to kill those legions with weak forces.

"40,000 ......"

Johnson muttered softly, this number is not much different from what he had expected, in the Caliban Lion's estimate, he will get about 100,000 reinforcements from salamanders and space wolves, plus the fragmentary troops of other legions, and his legion, this will be an invincible army with 300,000 Astartes.

With this strength, even if the Ran Dan people saw through his plan, he was enough to use his hard power to eat any enemy who came to attack.

"Yes, forty thousand, my brother, please tell me, what do we need to do in this war?"

Vulcan's questions echoed in the stone chamber, like the low cry of a fire dragon lingering in the valley for a long time, and Johnson looked at his brother quietly, as if he wanted to speak immediately, but he hesitated.

The lion's gaze lingered for a moment, and finally came to another of his silver-haired blood relatives, when Morgan had just walked over to a stone platform at the edge of the room and took the wine and glass from its empty belly sac, which made the genogen frown: he didn't remember that there was wine in his conference room.

The lion's gaze followed his psionic advisor from the edge of the room all the way back to him, until Morgan placed the cup in front of everyone and poured the liquor.

In any case, His Excellency Vulcan and his legions are our honored guests, and they are our fighting brothers who fight side by side. 】

The Lion of Caliban grimaced as he watched his blood kinsman push two glasses of wine in front of him and the Lord of the Fire Dragon.

[And at any time, it is not polite to leave the front of guests and brothers empty, is it?] 】

With that, she turned her head and looked at the Lord of the Fire Dragon.

[Please taste it, Your Excellency, maybe it is not ...... Perfect, after all, the war is urgent, and this is already the best we can come up with. 】

Johnson looked at the wine glass in front of him, watching the wine swaying like flowing red tears in the crystal clear glass.

When did he have these things in his conference room?

The Lion King's suspicious gaze hit Morgan's face, and Lady Spider simply let her hands spread slightly in mid-air, and without hesitation, betrayed a certain colleague who was personally guarding outside the room.

[Lord Coswayne is a very good steward, he is always in charge. 】

While Johnson's eyebrows were still beating at this answer, the Lord of the Fire Dragon had already carefully pinched the somewhat small wine glasses in front of him, and drank them all.

Somewhat sour.

The wine in the glass may not even be a moisturizer for the genogen, and Vulcan blinked his crimson eyes to pour out some words of thanks, but he really didn't get any more out of the wine than the fleeting sourness.

In the few seconds of Vulcan's silence, he heard Morgan's apologetic voice, the silver-haired mortal who seemed to be carefully observing his countenance, and keenly captured the moment of froze.

[I want to apologize to you, Your Excellency, but in a hurry, I can only come up with this. 】

The Lord of the Fire Dragons saw only sincerity in Lady Spider's face, her blue-blue pupils hidden by her slender eyelashes, and only a faint lake-like sparkling color could be seen.

Vulcan was silent, the delicate mind hidden beneath his rugged exterior at work because of Morgan's words and the meaning of the sour.

Almost in the next moment, Vulcan figured it out, and at this time, Johnson's gaze was still hovering between the glass in front of him and his two blood relatives, and the beast, unable to understand most emotions, was even a little dazed.

"Where did you get all this stuff?"

[The grapes I grow myself are in my own room, but because of the urgency of the war, I can only pick these unripe crops and make imperfect sour wines. 】

[Many things in reality are always sudden, will disrupt many things, and then let everything become like this glass of wine, imperfect results. 】

But we have to drink it. 】

The Genogen of the First Legion stared at the shaking liquor of her blood relatives, guessing what was implied in her words, and on Morgan's other side, the Lord of the Fire Dragons was already laughing.

"Actually, you don't have to be so tactful, Ms. Morgan."

"I've been trying hard to be a warrior and I've always been unsuccessful, but I've learned something about it, and I know that war doesn't come with anyone compromising on their ideas, so if I'm dealing with a sour glass of wine here, or even a pure bitter wine, I'll drink it."

"That's why I'm here, someone has to drink the bitter wine, and since the emperor has given me great strength, then I should bear more for those who don't have it."

"Tell me what you need me to do."

The Lord of the Fire Dragon's gaze looked at the Lord of the Dark Angels who were staring at him and Morgan, and some of them had not fully reacted, and a smile appeared on his dark face, which looked a little hideous, but it gave people an incomparable sense of security.

"Don't mind, Johnson, I'm not afraid of casualties, every one of my heirs won't be afraid of that, and if the 40,000 warriors of the Salamanders can be exchanged for the peace and tranquility of the countless worlds behind us, then I can't ask for it."

Johnson blinked, he nodded a little blankly, and his last gaze lingered on his two blood bodies, thinking in vain about what consensus these two people had reached in those two sentences just now, and what information they had poured out to each other.

But in the end, he still didn't stay in this field that he might not be good at for too long, and with a few taps of the original gene's finger, the star map in front of everyone suddenly changed, and countless galaxies and worlds were quickly ignored, and the Tux galaxy where they were located was infinitely magnified, magnified, and magnified, until a huge world filled every corner of the star map.

"Tuckers V. is the only world in this galaxy that barely meets the criteria for colonization, and it is roughly the same size as Saturn in the solar system, with only deserts and dried oceans on the surface, and the only water source is concentrated in the glaciers at the top of a few peaks."

"I have set up the main battlefield of this war here, my warriors have built a strong enough permanent fortress community in this world, I can assure you of the solidity and performance here, unless those aliens use weapons that can destroy the entire world, even the largest fleet salvo will not be able to fundamentally threaten here."

As Johnson spoke, he zoomed in on the world on the star map, allowing Vulcan to clearly see the vast desert, the rolling hills, and the core fortress surrounded by mountains and valleys, with only a few entrances left.

With this core as the center, a large number of fortresses and fortifications built by the Dark Angel have expanded to a continental scale, and hundreds of immortal fortresses have been planned by Johnson's heirs in the past few months, most of them are protected by heavy defensive barriers, and the giant engines that support these barriers are safely placed in the specially thickened fortresses.

Johnson casually clicked on an individual in this powerful armed horde and gave a detailed account of its data.

"This is the A-13 Fortress Group, which is responsible for guarding the giant engine that maintains the defensive barrier in the six surrounding areas, it consists of three main fortresses, five combined fortresses, and more turret fortresses, its center is equipped with a 600 mm caliber main gun, all surfaces are covered by 500 mm thick special alloy plates, each fortress has at least three layers of permanent fortifications, each layer of permanent concrete canopy is up to 4000 mm thick, the fortresses are connected by numerous underground passages and small railways, and many more bunkers, All the fortress turrets are sunken and have an absolute advantageous shooting range, and the weapons depot and giant engines are placed at least fifty meters underground, unless all the defenders are killed, it is impossible for Randan to destroy them, and as long as the engines do not stop working, it will take an extremely long time for the alien fleet to really hurt the fortress itself. ”

"And this fortress community is the most mundane of all the fortress communities, like a child's shirt and knight's armor compared to a real core fortress."

Vulcan listened to his brother's long remarks, and his eyes were fixed on what was shown on the star charts: towering fortresses, high battlements, and countless fortresses that were like cobwebs in most of the world, making them unimaginable battlefields for strangling alien armies.

"Breathtaking, my brother."

"I thought that only Iron Warriors or Imperial Fists could do that."

Johnson smiled.

"I don't dare to be greedy, Vulcan, in fact, there are warriors from these two legions who are now in my fleet, and they have more to do in these fortresses than my heirs combined."

Johnson still remembers Morgan's idea of putting the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists in the fortress construction site, and it worked well: it was a bit time-consuming and raw materials.

Vulcan carefully observed the majestic fortresses of war, admiring their grandeur and power as a blacksmith, but he did not dwell on them for long, and soon his crimson pupils returned to Johnson's.

"So, I thought, this is the battlefield of my legion?"

Faced with this question, Johnson couldn't help but pause, he instinctively swept his gaze to the side, only to find that his other blood relative was just observing the fortress on the star map by himself, ignoring his gaze.

The lion coughed lightly.

"Yes, my brother, I need your legion to be stationed here, and I will send some of my heirs, but not too many, and the warriors under your command will need to fight alongside mortals."

"Sounds good, with strong fortresses and reliable comrades: I don't think I need anything more, then, what is our mission?"

“…… Perseverance, perseverance at all costs. ”

Johnson was silent for a moment, and finally spat out the cold word.

"I will use my methods to hide a large part of the naval power in the void, until those fleets of Ran Dan's alien form [break through] all my defenses and come to this world, and your task is to stay here, cooperate with other troops, and give Ran Dan enough casualties so that they have to continue to transport landing troops."

"The fleet I left behind will always interfere with them, ensure air supremacy in a certain area, and at the same time make it impossible for them to inflict a real devastating blow on this world, until Ran Dan puts enough or important enough forces into the surface of this world, I need your legion to bite them at all costs, and my legion will appear and support as quickly as possible, and annihilate the main force of Ran Dan who cannot get out of this world on the surface and low earth orbit."

"Vulcan, I will not hide it from you, my brother, that this will be a very dangerous and tragic task, and your legion will need to resist the main forces of Randan for an extremely long time, giving them enough damage - I can't say for sure what that number will be, but I will hand over to you all the warriors in my legion who can help in the defense, and I hope that the salamander front will be impregnable."

"Randan's fleet may be more than we thought, so I can't really be sure in what way this war needs to end, but in any case, my brother, if there is a fatal omission and danger in the front you are responsible for, please speak up in time, I will change the plan as soon as possible, we don't need to let all the Randan aliens die here, we just need to let them drain enough blood."

Johnson's words were a little confused and a little excited, he stared at his blood brother, and in the face of such a gaze, Vulcan nodded equally solemnly.

"Leave it to me."

That's how he replied.

Johnson looked at him and nodded.

"I'll leave it to you."

Then, some trivial things were brought up in the original body's conversation, and time passed like this, until Coswayne came to inform the Space Wolves that the fleet had appeared at Mandeville Point, and the Lord of the Fire Dragons suddenly remembered another question.

"So, Johnson, my brother."

"What kind of role does our Riemann Ruth brothers play in your plans?"

Faced with this question, Johnson did not hesitate much, he did not speak, but showed a playful smile.

"I gave him a role, brother."

"A role that suits him well."

"A good fit...... The character of a wild wolf and his pack of crazy cubs. ”

Vulcan blinked, and he looked at Morgan to the side, eager for a clearer answer.

He was answered by Morgan's smile and slow, soft whispers, and it was clear that Morgan had been informed of every step of the plan.

【Wolf......

[Naturally, I went with them to make trouble. 】

(End of chapter)