"If you want to go to the front line, I don't object to it, and I think it's a waste to put twenty-two elite Space Marines around me, in a well-defended city center." Rika Fujimaru, who came back in a disguise, said so.

The Ultramarines were obviously quite complaining about the fact that the total number of "elite" Space Marines present was actually twenty-two. But does the rule of "peel the potatoes first" work for them as well? The question made them hesitate for a moment, so they missed the best opportunity to refute.

"But let me warn you, you've just put on the Ortenus Lingki exoskeleton." Sevita was angry on the side, "I guess you didn't get into the state of preparedness because you were going to take risks yourself, right?" ”

"It's hard to say, it's up to you to work hard, Sevita Leon." Fujimaru Rika did not show weakness, "At present, I have no plan to take the initiative to leave the Taylor Cathedral and 'personally take risks', but what if the danger comes to me?" I had to be prepared. ”

They could certainly have continued this senseless bickering, but Sevita caught on to the right keyword: "'for now'." ”

"'For now.'" Rika Fujimaru does not hide this, "When a war related to subspace has been carried out to a certain extent, there will always be a ceremonial battle. Maybe I'll be needed then—but until then, I'm pretty well aware that I'm going to stay in church with a few pounds and a few taels. ”

"Hmm. I can't say. "In my opinion, your mobility is a bit too outrageous in many cases, even by Astarte's standards. ”

"I can hear you calling me reckless." Rika Fujimaru folded her arms, "I warn you, even by Astarte's standards, the spectacle of a warrior being pressed to the ground by his own power armor can be called a novelty. ”

The others didn't understand what a new kind of threat it was, but Sevita was clearly threatened. In the next ten minutes after he had quieted down, the two sisters of the Battle Nun had finished copying one after another, and Rika Fujimaru had to take some time to thank them for cooperating with her in this experiment, and gave them the finished amulet directly.

The pulpit hall of the Cathedral of Tyros is still in a state of euphoria, but not on the mountainous edge of the northern part of the city. Although Sicarius is still in the safe and stable city center, he can still realize a few things through the public information posted on the Ultramarine's internal channel:

Another battle began.

——

The battle took place earlier than Kilriman had predicted.

After receiving the report that Taika Fujimaru was "still holding on to the city of Tyros", he had already rushed to support the area, and rearranged the position and priority of the troops on the ground. But none of this can be done in an instant - even Rika Fujimaru, an unknown "Imperial Saint" a few days ago, spent three hours meeting with the local forces (and Mathieu) after returning to the surface of Pameño before he could begin to make his own tactical deployments, not to mention the well-known "Imperial Regent".

Once on the surface, Killiman needs to give some inspirational speeches, announce some wartime decrees, and hold some emergency meetings before he can coordinate the parties so that everyone can be distracted as the war progresses.

In addition, the airport on the continent of Hecaton has not yet been recovered, but fortunately, as a seaside port city, Tyros has a flat and expansive storage area in its dock for stacking containers - this area can be used as a temporary replacement for the airport for troops from space to gather here, but it will inevitably take time to make some suitable modifications.

Fortunately, at the same time, the attack of the plague warriors was temporarily stopped.

According to Killman's original calculations, he could have calmly led his assembled troops into a field battle with his brother on the plains outside of Tyros, which had been planned as farmland: this arrangement was more in line with Mortarian's character, who had preferred a bold strategy a thousand years earlier.

But Killiman did not expect, or rather, was completely unaware of what the present Taylos Cathedral was like in the eyes of the enemy.

"It's, outright provocation." Looking out over the distant city with the eyes of subspace on the edge of the mountains, Kugas's voice was enraged by what he saw, "A temple of the damned, a dignified rejection of the gift of a loving father!" It must be eradicated! ”

Kugas was angry, of course, but he refused to ask him to come forward and raze the temple that had "rejected the gift of his father" from the face of the earth. In fact, the vast majority of the living did not even dare to name the temple's owner, even though the word "Emperor" was clearly not a so-called "real name".

"We need to drain the power of the Temple." Sepsis, another great impurity, one of the seven attendants of Kugas, proposed, "The temple protects the city, and we need to infect it with divine filth so that the protection will be rendered ineffective." ”

"To put it mildly, anyone can see that." Kugas snorted, "But how do you and I get close to it?" The closer we get to that protection, the less welcoming our presence becomes. The power of Pamenio's upper subspace has become weak, and if we get too close, we may be easily banished. ”

"Then we won't come closer." Sepsis replied, "We have more followers, and they have more things to drain the power of the damned." ”

Another battle was thus unilaterally finalized by the attacking side. While Kiriman was still haunted by the general affairs, hundreds of chaotic-tainted engines of war had spewed yellow-green poisonous clouds, carrying a large number of corrupted mortal infantry under their command, slowly driving out of the mountains north of Tyros, once again spreading corruption and plague in the direction of the city.

The path of the billowing poisonous clouds was clearly visible on the plains. Although the Ultramarines who took over the defense had received a warning from the cathedral about "suspected enemy reinforcements" a short time ago, they were unable to draw so much armor during the unfinished assembly process, and could only hope for the fortifications that had been erected before.

The good news is that the foundations of these fortifications were built much earlier by the Dark Angels, and their templates are even straight from the Great Expedition period, leaving even the most discerning Ultramarines at nothing to blame for their reliability or firepower. The bad news is that these fortifications were apparently designed and built with only one mind in mind as to how to perfectly cope with the intensity of the war at the time.

- That is, these fortifications, even with the power of the Ultramarines in them, are not perfectly able to deal with the enemies who come out of the fog:

Demon Titan.

Miwoo (none)

If you think it's normal to feel that the strategic operation is strange during the reading process, because the upper limit of the characters in the book cannot be higher than the upper limit of the author, and the upper limit of the author is like that (you).

I'm a cute little peace-loving seal, and the peace-loving cute little seal can't fight, so it's normal to write and not understand war.

In short, although there is a problem, although I just mention it, I may not necessarily change it (mainly depends on whether I have the energy to change the outline and move my eyes).

(End of chapter)