Indeed, as the Nukerian Conquest King had told Lady Sareen, the world of the Foundry and Hive Capital had greatly welcomed their visitors in this return of communication.

At the same time, their "Great Sage" - unlike what is recorded in the Desert Ark database, the Great Sage who now rules the land is no longer the one - the Great Sage "Cademo" - "sincerely invites the noble son of the Messiah of Ohm" to come to the ground of this frozen planet, where he will feast in the mechanical palace at the center of the planet, and promise to open the orbital maintenance platform to the rest of the fleet and replenish them with fresh water and energy.

At the same time, they even said that there was a definite berth that could be immediately used for a large ship like the Desert Ark to rest, that the orbital platform could accommodate the members of the list who would enter the port in batches, and that they also had personnel and equipment dedicated to maintaining the Astarte warship.

Although the three main Space Marines seem to still have the strength to fight, many of them are actually using their own power armor to regulate resources, so that mortal crews can distribute as much of the edible portion of the daily supplies originally provided to Astarte, and these food and water regulation measures are completely dependent on the internal circulation system and other life support functions of the Astarte power armor.

In short, this seemingly large fleet is now like a shiny thin-skinned helium balloon that will explode with a thud at the slightest external force, and the reason why they can maintain formation at this precarious level of hunger is almost entirely because their commander is Angelon, and the power of the original body soothes the human mind and struggles to maintain the fleet's calm mood. If the Bellakarn Forge World intends to fight a war of attrition against them, they won't last long—if the Primordials and Warbands continue to shelter these civilian ships.

"I think it's too risky, my lord, my primordial! Regardless of the decline of Bellakarn, it is also a forged world with Titans and Cathars, and their nests and mechanical towers are too deep and protected. If you venture into the ruling core of the other party before confirming their purpose, I may not be able to teleport you up immediately in the event of any surprise. Lady Lotara's electronic voice grew louder, "I strongly request you to launch a decapitation raid on them......"

Sure enough, it was still Ms. Lothara Salin who was the first to disagree and start talking about her plan for the raid and landing, but since everyone knew of her fanatical and loyal desire to protect the Twelfth Primordial, all the company commanders who had been summoned to the bridge wisely remained silent, even the oldest officer present, the Second Company Commander, Skral the Ancient Sage.

One of the surviving warriors recruited from Terra, this mighty ancient warrior participated in the Holy Expedition as a then-known officer of the War Dog Legion before the Primordial returned to his heirs, and then tenaciously performed several miracles of war, crushing the enemy's plot to destroy Otlama, and finally entering the sarcophagus to defend the Primordial for decades to the present day.

But now, the Divine Contempt, draped in the heavy mark of purity and the cord of honor, was standing cheekily pretending to be a napping old fool, ignoring the eyeblades of the others flying towards him, signaling him to come out and debate.

Angron reacted to the name of the Great Sage by pausing, as if remembering something, and then he listened patiently with a smile to the routine "Rude Maniac!" that Lady Lothara would have done after meeting any planet that had not knelt down to serve Angelon! Burn! Kill! Rob! Give all the battle, the skull, and the glory to Lord Anglon! After speaking, he gently calmed the furious captain of his flagship, and successfully caused the Lady of the Machine to fall into silent thought with the world-class problem of "My lady, there is a problem that has bothered me for a long time, maybe you can help me solve it, please think about how to cook us a meal with water, promethium, and some parchment paper for dinner tonight".

Angelon turned his face to his long-awaited warband joint meeting.

Apparently, the Primordial had an idea of what to do next, but was still happy to get some input from his officers.

The Twelfth Primordial had a healthy, warm, wheat-colored skin that looked like a field of abundant harvest, and a tall, strong, earth-like physique that surpassed many of his brothers' bodies under his gold-and-silver, classic-style mega power armor, and this gigantic form alone would cause many mortals who had seen the Primordial form for the first time to fall into a trance similar to "fear of giants" until they were combed through their minds by the warm power and regained an experience of tranquility that they had never experienced before.

Although he has an excellent combat background and literacy, and also has a deep understanding of war and military writings, some people have even described that when Angelon is really angry, he descends on the battlefield like a god of war who has descended the fire and fury of the sky, but the special ability of the original body itself has been trained makes the battle scars he has obtained almost never remain on the surface of his body. His noble countenance, due to its stiff hooked nose and thin lips, may at first glance be a little intimidating, but the soft corners of his eyes and the curvature of his lips will immediately reassure him, and he will get a strange sense of security from his side, as if standing in the bosom of a majestic mountain or the protection of a solid great wall.

The ancient genetic engineering techniques from the Emperor's laboratory completed his powers, but also gave Angron a noble face like a chiseled ancient statue, and the compassion, wisdom, and thinking gained from his upbringing made a footnote to his heroic eyebrows, eyes, and skull lines that any reasonable person could not help but love and loyalize.

The thick, voluminous and slightly curled hair glittered beautifully like the silk threads formed by the sunset and the night, and was well bound by the crown of philosopher's horns made of pure gold and moonsilver on the top of his head and behind his head, and the eyes of the original were long and deep, and when they looked at you, they were full of patience, comfort, and understanding, and one could not help but want to open his mouth to pour out all the pain in his heart.

This is the genetic prototype of the Iron Heart, the one who is loved by all his children and people, and the Iron Heart Benevolent One who loves all his children and the people.

Not all of the company's commanders are now under the command of the Primordial on the Desert Ark in Bela Karn, and while Angron did skillfully avoid some of the disputes that would plunge the flamoring empire into a crisis of civil strife in the aftermath of the Great Rebellion, and nominally split his legion - in reality, since the Primordial claimed that most of his legion was scattered across the routes of the various independent expeditions and could not immediately receive orders to complete the split and reorganization, he would preside over this significant matter in the years that followed.

Well, the order and detailed implementation of the order and detailed implementation of the division of the Legion and the reorganization of the Warband were finally notified to the various companies of the Twelfth Legion, and told them that they should refer to themselves as Warbands in the future, but for the inside of the Combat Order, the Twelfth Legion was nothing more than a change of name, and as their last ships also set sail away from Terra, everyone knew it.

And your company commanders when necessary or on occasions -- like, well, the following situations:

had to travel to Terra to be questioned by the High Lords (if there was no wise company commander to deal with it, it was usually one of the lucky ones who had been voted out to be unlucky enough);

Sufficient clearance is needed to issue an extermination order (this place is incompatible with the fact that even the father of our genes says that there is no salvation, and it is intolerable not to issue an extermination order to it!) ）；

There was a dispute with some secret mission team (some mission teams in the Inquisition really have people of all origins, how do I feel...... ）；

Contact with the alien (these Ada aliens either sharpened their heads and wanted to blend into the original body's attendants, or sharpened their heads and wanted to kidnap the originals, in my opinion, they should all be cut off, who wants to listen to those prophecies!) ）；

thinks that he should cut down some overly lawless planetary governor or nobleman in the name of the emperor and the original body, and really cut it in public (this is usually only done by the eighth company commander when he encounters it, and then the second company commander will try to angrily sweep the tail for him before the original body and the first company commander find out);

Or the visits of various inquisitors from various Inquisition factions - they would take turns to be "War Captains" as needed, with the exception of the Commander of the Tenth Company, because the recruit reserve of the Tenth Company, well, was a little overstaffed, which made their company commander, Instructor Chios Lanado, always seem extremely busy.

In fact, since the Twelfth Legion's "War Dog", the first commander of what would become the Iron Heart, Gale of Terra has died in enviable glory in his position - referring to Gail fighting his recluse brother after struggling to kill a green-skinned boss due to his age, saying that he wanted to take a break before rushing to the next battle. So he slashed his axe into the orc warlord's massive head, sat down to rest, and never woke up again - and then, under the auspices of the Primordial, the leadership of the warband was now determined by the body of the Warband Joint Council.

The members of this meeting included the ten company commanders of the Iron Heart Warband (Legion), the Apothecary Master, the Hidden Slender Chief, and the Primordial himself, which just formed the mind of the warband: a joint meeting of thirteen warbands that was strong enough to make any major decisions. The maximum number of participants in the meeting can be fifteen, i.e. the Captain's Lady and a hermit brother, and at a minimum, three of the basic members of the board will be required to form a small discussion meeting to decide the direction.

And the commander of the first company of the warband, the highly decorated company commander Karn, who has been on an expedition against the Eye of Fear since 10,000 years ago, and who kills all the heretics there and along the way on every round trip, he and their fifth company commander Noor, the hermit second Si Vonias and others have not yet returned from this expedition to the Eye of Fear, and due to the uncertainty of the subspace voyage, even Angelon still does not know where they are going and whether they are unfortunately on a subspace journey when they disappear.

Company Commander Justilea, the commander of the Fourth Company and the captain of the fleet of the Iron Heart, was leading his fleet to brave the dangers of cruising the distant sea of stars, and he had carefully accepted orders from the original body to lead the fleet within the demarcated area to try to explore a passage through the Great Rift in relative safety, so as to restore contact with the Holy Terra side as soon as possible. Company Commander Aldo was leading his fighters in a joint operation with the 4th Company.

Therefore, in addition to the second company commander who has been guarding the original body and rarely leaves, the ancient warrior Skral, the current Iron Heart Wargroup Joint Conference still has five company commanders from the third, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth companies still staying by the original body's side, plus the original body itself has exactly seven members, but for a Glorious Queen-class flagship and two cruisers, these Astarte forces can only be said to be just not overstretched.

Of course, the old and strong company commander of the eighth company, Endred Hal, did not know where to run, which made Sklar hate itchy, until a team of soldiers who had been ordered to find him stopped the eighth company commander who had slipped into the Thunderhawk hangar and skillfully and cleverly left one person to run away to notify the other company commanders to come and drag the macho man with the secret ritual soul stone embedded in the power armor of the Seiko Terminator back to the bridge for a meeting before everyone was knocked down.

"What a meeting!" The commander of the eighth company, who was more than a head taller than the others, said, wielding his huge power axe, the eagle head and the logo of the crossed lightning shining on his armor, "Can a meeting kill our enemy?" No! Can meetings create scarce resources for us right away? Neither can it! With all this, why don't you have a meeting here and let me run and cut off their heads first, and then we can ......"

"Alright, Endred." The Twelfth Primordial spoke, and the indescribable mysterious power in his mellow magnetic voice was extremely effective in making the battle mood rise again, and the Eighth Company Commander hummed and lowered his axe, "Although the joint meeting cannot do this 'immediately', the conquest cannot be completed by destroying alone, remember I told you, go to your seat now, I want to hear your opinion." ”

After a quick and agreed discussion, Ms. Lothara Saleen was not happy but faithfully carried out the original order, and sent a positive reply to Bela Karn.

Soon, several guidance ships were dispatched ahead of the city, heading towards the long-awaited fleet at Mandeville Point.

Then, the huge fleet of outcasts followed the guide and slowly poured into the orbital platform on the outskirts of Bela Karn.

A primitive-level Stormbird landed lightly in the Desert Ark's hangar.

(End of chapter)