The "Hall of Conquest" of the Rakuan Clan, their sprawling fortress monastery, is propelled by dozens of lit engines, shielded by space floaters and furious gamma rays, silently rumbling through the orbits of several massive gas giants in the galaxy like mythical djinn.

The deadly blue-purple glow of the Stenelos Blue Supergiant radiated along with Medusa and its relic, and was left far behind by the fortress warship in view.

Over the next few solar weeks or shorter, and possibly longer, Markan Ferros, who had invited Fogham on Medusa, would take everyone through the outer dust belt of the galaxy and the Iron Hand checkpoint in the outermost part of the Sternelos system, before activating the subspace engine of the Mobile Fortress at Mandeville and heading to Sanssouci Subsector.

"Is there anything special about this place?" Vogrim, who had read the information so far in a matter of milliseconds via a data link, asked Ferros.

Now they're standing on the bridge of Rakuan's Hall of Conquest - yes, each clan's Hall of Conquest fortress is unique in its own way, and Rakuan's Hall of Conquest is special in that it can actually be used as a space mobile fortress - except that they don't usually go so far as to awaken their fortress's furious engine reactor soul that originated in the thirty-first millennium, often at the cost of a few hapless minions or even technical sergeants being killed or seriously injured.

Only this time, the ancient ghost of the Hall of Conquest almost couldn't wait for the arrival of the Iron Priests, and somewhat hated to "guide" this group of flattered hairy boys who could only burn incense and chant sutras and oil to light up each of their key activation nodes in turn, as if it was very eager to carry some old person to fly again in the void.

This made Ferros and the other two Iron Fathers once again add some confidence and admiration to the identity of "Wieland".

But apparently they didn't want to tell the elder Wieland about this.

As for Vogrim, after Garud explained that "each clan has different traditions, and after 10,000 years, maybe their habit is like this, and it is normal to go out with a fortress", Vogrim Ishtar did not continue to ask for fear of asking too many questions.

"Here, although I can already see from the results of the Iron Council's calculations that the speed and extent of the spread of corruption of the Pleasure Sect here does need to be dealt with urgently, but."

He blinked his irise-like purple eyes in his crew compartment, and a strand of white hair ran past his ear.

"I see that a few months before our departure, Alvien Raus, the commander of Rakouan's Steel Company, had been sent here, and he had brought with him a full (here he deliberately accentuated a slight tone symbol) five clan companies, seven Lakuan dreadnought mechs, nearly 130,000 Astral Force personnel from the Feric Tactical Group, two battalions of Harakouni Falcon Airborne and seven battalions of heavy armor, and the support of the Imperial Navy; As well as the more than 20,000 mechanical sect auxiliaries and auxiliaries brought by the clan company, oh, by the way, he also applied for a Titan legion "Subspace Walker" to participate in the war here. ”

"Yes, Elder Wieland."

The Purple Court Phoenix was even more confused under his armored countenance, "Although the Titan Legion and the Astral Army did not arrive as fast as Company Commander Raus, the clan warriors who arrived first fought extremely efficiently, effectively, and exemplary-scalpel precision strikes-(Here, Phoenix still frowned silently when he saw the population numbers that had been slaughtered and cleansed)-they have now quickly cleared more than seventy percent of this star region, in fact, They're already preparing to attack the Sector's capital planet, aren't they? ”

"Yes, Elder Wieland."

"So—what are we doing at this moment? It seems that Company Commander Raus is perfectly capable of fighting this important battle on his own, and we should not suddenly rush into battle for the ...... The honor and results that the brothers deserve. Fellos. ”

While Fogram's conversations on the Iron Blood were always skilful and casual, the ease of the Phoenix Primordial was natural considering how many of his brothers were there at the time, and when he began to have to deal more with the Astartes of the galaxy, though he respected his nephews who had fought so respectably until now, and admonished himself to maintain an egalitarian and easy-going attitude, But a faint taste of the superior that could not be concealed still subtly loomed in the tail of Phoenix's tone and the order of words used.

Marcan Ferros accepted this with ease, and accepted it well, and even after the conversation, they thought that Medusa's Gorgon, after waking up from ten thousand years of death sleep or something like that, had changed his temper, his character, and his habits, and that he had become softer and more approachable, but that the only thing that remained unchanged was the fiery and proud beneath this cold shell.

Lifelike, Ferus thought, the perfect combination of steel and flesh...... If he knew the phrase "like a spring breeze", he would undoubtedly use him.

His eagerness, his shock, his doubts, his confusion, his impulsiveness, the faint mercy of the weakness that had been cut off for centuries the left hand of every recruit who had joined the Iron Hand...... All of his pent-up emotions began to explode uncontrollably in the sixty-sixth second of his conversation with "Wieland", and the chaotic pulse of emotion rushed through his logic and behavioral control circuitry until he finally found himself at some point relieved by the Divine Fearlessness of the Contempt.

Ferus Manus is back.

He was not defeated by the weakness of flesh and blood, he finally regained the bond of steel, and he returned to lead us.

Everything will be fine.

While looking up from Dreadnought's bosom in utter shame (ignoring Basque's sour words and taunts), Ferros was also shocked that this seemingly ordinary metal machine had such a strong and soft structure at the same time, that mortal skill could no longer make such a work, only by the hands of the primordial.

This is one of the reasons why they were in a hurry to find an excuse to watch the battle and take "Sobek Wieland" away from Medusa.

Today, in the forty-first millennium, the Iron Hand still follows the basic principle of "whoever has the biggest fist speaks", Medusa's fierce natural environment and militant social culture have been fully integrated into the warband, and the extensive use of emotional inhibition protocols and cerebral cortical suppressors has made some combat monks seem to make people like Ferus who have not changed much, insisting that steel should be harnessed with emotion, and his logical calculations tell him, At this moment, the state of the original body is not suitable to appear in front of them.

He was to immediately join up with his steel company commander, and then take his time outside—after all, the traditions and beliefs of the warbands had led them to wish to forget their once fragile, spurned form of flesh and blood—even though most of them were from Medusa.

The second important reason is mechanism. Although Philos is also a believer in the God of All Machines, and the Mechanics even hold a fixed three of the forty-one seats in the Iron Council, have an independent speaking platform, and can speak in place of some clan leaders, when these Martian partners discover the genetic prototype of their current state...... With Iron Hand's intimate knowledge of some of the mechanics' really, rather bad operations, Feros immediately raised the level of vigilance that he considered all untrustworthy Mechanics members to be on the highest level - for example, he found a reason to leave all the mechanical priests in Medusa this time.

In other words, the current "Sobek Wieland" or Ferus Manus must leave Medusa immediately to grow in a safer environment, and then return to the land with a powerful posture......

Exactly, I already know it perfectly! The planning and painstaking efforts of the father of genes!

With that in mind, Philos spoke.

"Elder Wieland, we're not here to fight for honor, but the subspace rift on Planet Shadenus may be expanding more than we expected."

"What do you mean?"

"Based on the latest information, we have once again calculated that a powerful demon prince will appear here, and if we don't kill it in time and close the exit, it will cause a new and continuous subspace rift gate to be generated, so we need to support them."

Just as Markan Ferros was uttering this excuse to the progenitor, a node in the web of fate that had become solidified over time moved lightly, gently.

(End of chapter)