……

Inside the flagship.

Tigurias, an Ultramarines think tank, enters the location of the Father of Genes and reports to him on an urgent matter that has been transmitted by psionic energy.

"The 4th Company of the Warband fought a terrible battle for the section of the wall with the traitors of the Death Guard, and they suffered heavy losses, and the company commander applied to retreat."

Tigurias came to report to the Father of Genes instead of Ryan, because it would have been quicker for the Father of Genes to give orders, even though his primary duty in the fleet was not to strategize and tactic and give orders and decisions about battles.

"Transfer the remaining personnel of the 4th Company to Strategic Node 211."

"That is, the defensive node in the middle of the southern wall of the fortress."

"There's a need for them."

Killiman looked out of the porthole, with his back to Tigurias, and spoke in a very cold tone.

It's not anger or coldness that comes from other emotions, it's like ...... As......

Tigurias thought for two seconds, and suddenly thought of the abomination intelligence used by the Tyrones, although they and the empire tacitly said that those intelligences were made with human brains, the product of the pinnacle of biological science and technology, but it was obviously abomination intelligence.

Think Tank feels like the Father of Genes is speaking like the abominable intelligence used by the Tyrone, cold and numb, without any emotion, only thinking about pure mathematical results and optimal strategies, and solving the tram problem is smoother than the emperor.

"There are only twelve men left in the fourth company." Tigurias spoke with difficulty, thinking that he had not made it clear to the Father of Genes, "Twelve men, they ......"

"Even if it's just two people, there's a place for it." Killiman interrupted Tigurias, paused, and added: "You, as my subordinate, should answer that I am and do what I command, and not say here what you ought not to say and do what you ought not to do." ”

Hearing this, Tigurias felt that there was something wrong with his ears.

Or maybe it's crazy.

Or maybe it's because you've been in the room where the Lord of Humanity is using your psionic powers, and you've entered an illusion created by your psychic powers.

Tigurias couldn't believe that this was the words of the Father of Genes.

"Something isn't quite right with you." Tigurias looked around.

The room is freezing.

At this time, the original body exuded spiritual energy, and the Emperor's Sword in the room was burning almost like a lighthouse, and it was strangely suspended in midair.

"Who gave you the role and responsibility to question me?" Killiman turned his head and stared at his heir, "Each of us has to play our part in order to achieve the best possible outcome, and your duty does not include challenging me, you do not have the qualifications and role. ”

Tigurias noticed that the Primordial's expression was not as cold as his tone.

The anger in the primordial body's eyes and the impatience and restlessness he inadvertently revealed suffocated the think tank.

"Yes, father." Tigurias saluted in fear.

"Call me Regent or Primordial, meaningless personal emotions are just shackles that bind us." Kiriman scolded.

Just as Tigurias was about to leave, the sound of a radio echoing in the hallway reached the room.

"The Martian Witch Titan and crew have returned to the flagship for refurbishment, and all teams from the 1123rd Engineering Department have assembled on the Titan deck to ensure that a series of workflows will be completed within ten minutes to allow the Titan to return to the battlefield."

The Martian Witch crew is here, and this anti-psionic Titan and its most powerful soulless master in the Tyrone Sector will bring pain to all those in the fleet who have anything to do with psionic energy as long as they come to the fleet.

And now, perhaps because the Martian Witch came back to repair urgently and was about to enter the battle again, the psionic black hole suppressor did not take effect, and the pain caused by it was especially strong at this time.

Tigurias fell to his knees in agony, and he saw that his genetic father felt the same pain.

Ten minutes is as long as ten centuries.

It wasn't until the Martian Witch teleported directly from the ship to the surface that Tigurias felt like he had been reborn.

"Let's ...... Let the rest of the Fourth Company quickly withdraw. ”

Tigurias suddenly heard the Father of Genes say.

He noticed that the expression on the original body was like waking up from a big dream, and the familiar emotions in his eyes returned, and the humanity that seemed to all the children of the Thirteenth Primordial to be richer than the other Primordial Fathers was back at this time.

"What happened to you?" Tigurias asked.

Killiman touched his head and recalled: "Looking back now, I feel like I was drilling the horns of the bull just now, as if I had to figure out something I didn't understand. ”

Tigurias wanted to ask deeply, but after thinking about it, who in the eyes of fear had not experienced anything strange in him?

The Think Tank immediately left the Primordial chamber and transmitted the Primordial Order's command to the Apprentice who was fighting with the Fourth Company on the ground, who in turn conveyed the order to the Fourth Company.

The survivors of the fourth company were already resting, this was Kargar's order.

Calga thought that the Father of Genes would definitely choose to let the Fourth Company withdraw, so he ordered it first.

Nor did Tigurias tell Karga the first order of the Father of Genes, lest Karga think too much when he shouldn't have thought about it.

Thinking too much is the fault of every Ultramarine, and Tigurias knows this.

……

On the massive mountain-like walls, the 1st Company of the Ultramarines, engaged in a tug-of-war, had just won a small victory, occupying one of the many defensive nodes shrouded in the Void Shield.

The leader of the Ultramarines, Karga, was inspecting the defensive nodes, and of course the commanders of the mortal legions who were fighting with the Ultramarines.

As everyone repaired on the defensive node, a roar broke the sound barrier came from the sky.

Then a black shadow descended from the sky and fell to the ground with a bang, and the smashed masonry flew out, and the dust stirred up was shaken back by the impact.

Calgar stared past and realized that it was the Lord of Tyrone, who had been fighting far away before.

"The demons have retreated."

"The scales of victory are tilting in our favor."

Qin Mo walked towards Calgar and raised his hand, some of the equipment on the defense node was broken down into the tiniest substance, and when gathered together, it looked like iron-colored flowing water.

As the water flowed over all the First Company Ultramarines present, their weapons and equipment were all restored to their spotless condition, the bullet marks and dust on their armor were gone, and the empty magazines were filled.

"I hope you'll speed up your pace and take this wall once and for all." Qin Mo said to Karga, then turned his head and raised his finger to the final section of the city wall at the very front, "The biggest skull is there, I need the end of this section of the city wall as a springboard." ”

Kargar nodded, turned around and raised his hand to all his men, and then the Astartes, who were still repairing, gathered and followed their warband leader to the next battlefield.

The rest of the Ultramarines are also converging on Calga's side.

"I wish you all the best." Qin Mo's legs bent slightly, and then he jumped up and jumped to the other side of the skull fortress.

He has successively informed many Astarte companies and army corps.

The sudden storm affected a lot of things, and the sudden retreat of the demons was unexpected even by Qin Mo, at this time, someone at the forefront of the battlefield had to stand up and change his tactics.

(End of chapter)