A hologram visualizes the most intense ground battle on the Renegade Ring on the bridge.

Ryan stared at the image with his hands behind his back, and the psychic detection device located beneath the floor scanned the flow of information released by Ryan's brain, and directly presented the macro or micro battlefield images he wanted to see.

When he tried to take a look at his heir, Azrael, the image zoomed to Azrael, the Supreme Mentor of the Dark Angels.

The Dark Angels Startup Team Battle Leader is nothing more than a member of Astarte on the ground.

The Astartes were almost shoulder to shoulder, and as they advanced under the protection of the Void Shield, Azrael pointed forward with his sword raised, and the Dark Angels of the warband followed the warband's orders to take one place after another that needed to be captured, or to fight the Chaos Astartes who rushed in with their jumping backpacks.

Whether it's the Dark Angel or the warriors in the warband who have not been upgraded to the original cast, for the Lord of Caliban, for the sake of the commander, the roar of this war cry is mixed with the thunder of cannon fire and the occasional sound of Titan weapons firing.

As Ryan's thoughts changed again, the hologram revealed a jagged decaying network, which was obviously completely different from the one used by the Elvens.

Ryan didn't know if it was the web that Vashtor had opened up that was like this, or if the elves and their proud creators had been corrupted by Vashtor.

It doesn't matter, Ryan's brain is not thinking about the network in an instant, but how to let Qin Mo who wants to enter it, inside this eye of fear, the time and event line forcibly shaped by the blackstone structure on this side of the fleet, in a very short time, Ryan's brain is almost like an artificial intelligence.

After realizing that on the battlefield where the Titans were the protagonists, and that there was a great deal of price to pay if someone wanted to kill in the network behind the rival Titans' battle line, Ryan's first thought was to give the order to his own heirs, not the heirs of Kiliman, or the heirs of other brothers, who were higher in the entire front.

Just as the brothers of the primordials want to set an example, the Dark Angels, as the first legion of the legion, if there is something to pay for, then they deserve it.

Even if the price and sacrifice after the war will be buried, it doesn't matter, the Dark Angel does not need to praise or reward those superficial things, loyalty itself is the best reward.

A plan appeared in Ryan's brain, and then he gave it back.

Azrael realized everything with his experience the moment he received the order, including the sacrifice that the combat brothers had to pay to carry out their father's plan, but he did not continue to think about it, but went to carry out the orders of the Father of Genes and lead the team himself.

On the battlefield where the array of Titans and Knights has spread to the horizon, even the warlord cannot stay in the battleship to guide the country.

And the original cast space marines in the Dark Angels, those new generation fighters who are stronger and more capable than the older generation of Astarte, they are assigned more critical tasks by Ryan that require both his trust and combat effectiveness.

"Looks like you're happy with those primordial warriors."

While Ryan was commanding many battles at the same time, Kaul on the bridge uttered words that made it difficult to discern any meaning from his tone, as words did not come from the innate human organs of articulation.

If it weren't for the silence of the equipment on the Tyrone ship, Ryan might have heard this as an icy prompt from one of the devices.

"I thought the Primal Warriors would have a trust problem among the Dark Angels, but now it seems that I don't need to incorporate this into my mindset as a variable." Kaul said again.

"Of course." Ryan looked up at Kaul, "You took me to see the cultivation process of these original Star Marine gene seeds, and I knew that they were dark angels, but stronger and more advanced. ”

Kaul looked down at Ryan and nodded silently.

His body was extremely tall due to excessive body modification, and under the red robe was a body that represented the most advanced transformation technology and the level of armament of the Mechanics.

Every time he looked up at Kaul, Ryan occasionally wondered who would win if this guy fought him?

Then he thought about it carefully, but because there were so many mysteries about this guy that he didn't even know what he was capable of, Ryan stopped thinking about it.

But to make a primordial, known for its combat effectiveness, think about who will win, which in itself is a recognition of Kaul's level of force.

It is not for nothing that the monks and sages of the Order of Mechanics have transformed themselves into not humans, because this transformation is to make people stronger.

If the Mechanics were willing to commit it, they could transform a malnourished kid in the hive into a killing machine far more powerful than Astarte, which was technically easy.

"But you didn't have to do that in the first place, because even if the original warriors were a bunch of colorful Ultramarines, I would have accepted them." Ryan suddenly spoke.

The little flesh that was left on Kaul's face moved, and Ryan read what was probably a puzzled emotion.

Then Ryan returned his gaze to the image: "The Dark Angels need stronger and more warriors, this is an urgent need. 10,000 years ago, I would have hacked you to death just by touching my genetic seed, but time has changed. ”

"We all need to make sacrifices." "It's like when I was a young man a naturalist, but I had to make sacrifices in order to fulfill the mission given to me by the emperor and the regent. ”

"Naturalist?" Ryan jerked his head up, "You? ”

Kaul nodded.

"Whether what you say is true or not, it's true." Ryan looked away again.

The entire hologram shows the battlefield macroscopically.

The battle lines of the Titans on both sides were closing in on each other, the Demon Engine and the regular forces and the knights of both sides were pitted against each other in the firefield, and the knights who had only been seen in the high-intensity warfare for 10,000 years since the end of the Great Expedition formed a line and bombarded each other.

The High Kings of the Knight Family personally controlled their own vehicles like ordinary Astral Army commanders, shouting and guiding their family members to fight.

Stray bullets in a Titan firefight can instantly reimburse a company of a warband, as long as an unlucky company loses the protection of the Void Shield, or rushes out of the battle position it should have stayed in in the crossfire.

It was an honor in itself to command a war of this magnitude and scale, but Ryan was not euphoric at this time, but only the pressure that was so heavy that his breathing slowed.

After deploying a few more troops and orders, Ryan temporarily turned his gaze away from the fiercest battlefields and turned to the war zones that the expeditionary forces had established later on the impregnable defensive lines.

A large amount of battle information was easily sorted out by Ryan in a short period of time, and then he began to give orders to encircle and suppress the "Thousand Sons Wizards" who appeared inexplicably and the strange warriors who dressed as if they were the Sons of Horus's legion from 10,000 years ago to the present.

There are also bombings and raids by fleets on many planets.

Ryan is no longer the master of Caliban, who only needs to command one legion, and he needs to allocate his brainpower not just a big battle on an impregnable line.

(End of chapter)