The situation in the defense of the Palazzo of the Singer is becoming more and more critical.

Saul Tavits knew this well, and the only major forces that were still defending here today were some of the soldiers of the Third Legion and some of the Sixteenth Legion.

The Twelfth Legion was the furthest from the bunker during the previous Virus Bomb disaster, and they didn't survive as many as the other three Legions, and the Fourteenth Legion's loyalists, many of whom died at the hands of the Death Guards dropped by Motarian later, should be pretty much all the rest of them now.

The Third Legion is now led by Commander Saul Tavitz and Commander Solomon Dmitryl, with the Ancient Sage Rylanor and the Swordsman Champion Lucius as their key supports, while the remnants of the Sixteenth Legion are led by Garvel Loken and Tariq Togardon. Every lack of a loyalist warrior is an irreparable loss for them.

These loyal fighters, warned by Tavitz and aided by Garo Company Commander, survived finding cover at the last minute, and stabbed angry inquiries and denunciations into the sky where they came, even though they would never be replied to again.

According to Saul Tavitz's estimates, the rhythm of the betrayal commander's attack has been disrupted by those of them who are too stubborn to die, as he sees more new Legion units and vehicles being dropped.

"It's very sturdy here," the Commander of the Emperor's Son pinned a strand of long hair behind his ears and looked up at Lorcan and Togarton opposite, "but if they use heavy artillery and Titans, I don't think they can sustain a few salvos." ”

"Maybe before our father wants to burn us to ashes from the sky, we'll be able to get those bunnies to consume some more ammo. At least we won't let people stand high in the sky and slaughter us with bloodless hands, we dragged them down, this is guerrilla warfare, tunnel warfare, fortress warfare. Tariq Togarton grinned, his face blackened, sweat scribbling from the ashes. If anyone wants to kill us, they have to come down and fight us. ”

Lorcan looked at the rough defensive topographic map and pondered, "Who is here this time?" Who acted as a ...... The vanguard of our fathers? ”

"Son of the Emperor." Tavitz replied quietly, almost as if he had not been shaken by the words that came out of his mouth, and only the raging flames burning in his eyes could give a glimpse of the fierceness of his heart.

"If my experience is any longer, my former brothers will be commanded by Lord Commander Adoron this time."

"From what I know about him, I think he'll definitely want to attack with the Precision Strike Dual-Blade Form, which the Third Legion does best." ”

"Striking the Twin Blades? The Tavitz brothers. ”

"The Blade of Openness, and the Blade of Concealment." The Emperor's Son's officer replied that despite the presence of Company Commander Solomon Dmittle and the Ancient Sage Rylano, who were both higher in the Old Legion, Sol Tavitz's prestige had grown over the past few months of fighting, especially since the guerrilla and ambush battles that had begun when they had gathered at the Leader's Palace, and that his leadership, commanding skills, and keen tactical instincts had helped the Loyalists to great success, making him the de facto chief commander here.

"The Open Blade is the first attack, a feint, and the Hidden Blade is the one that really completes the mission."

The Moon Wolves also understood that when they all had only the leaderless remnants of a group of dragons and the talents of a commander to such a point, a unified command voice was much more practical than the usual coordinated discussion.

"Precision strike operations." Lorcan nodded, "But it seems that they have only just completed the assembly at the moment, and these times are certainly not enough to complete the reconnaissance and necessary arrangements under the severe interference here." ”

"Because that's Lord Commander Adoron." Tavitz's brow furrowed, "I won't deny that many of my once-noble brethren have become less modest since the Battle of Lar'an—this would have made the timing of the Coverblade's attack less appropriate—it needed to be stabbed at the perfect time for it to be effective. ”

"Then this will be our chance."

Lorcan looked around at the only survivors around.

Farther away, the rumbling of the Titans' march shook the earth and reached everyone, who knew that no matter how strong the palace walls were, they couldn't hold out much longer under the bombardment of the god's machine's main cannon.

"We'll spread out the defense, and we'll only be able to allocate thirty or fifty fighters on each side, so let's try to kill as many traitors as possible before the final battle is over. For courage, loyalty and glory! ”

"Loyalty lasts forever!"

Everyone received an order not to save ammunition and any more energy.

Only the maximum damage is dealt.

enemy's, or one's own.

Lucius, wearing a helmet, led thirty scarred legionnaires on the way to the defensive position on the east side of the Chorus's Palace.

Hell yes.

I just don't want to lose to him!

How so!

He thought to himself, this is not the place where my bones are buried! God knows, I know...... I just want the honor! I just want to be complimented! I want to surpass him! Saul Tavits, why is he ...... I also helped inform so many people so that they could hide in bunkers instead of being reduced to mud! Obviously my swordsmanship is so strong, and my results are so impressive, why should they all listen to that Tavitz? Why call him a hero? I bet! His swordsmanship must be inferior to mine!

No, I'll have to figure it out.

The terracotta steel boots of the Space Marines pounded against the shattered marble floor, and they made their way through a long line of collapsed arched verandahs, with defensive positions in front of them.

No, I should have more ...... I deserve more victories, more honors, and more cheers, rather than die with them in this damn place, and end up rotting here with no name!

He pondered as his wireless communication channel began to intermittently pick up familiar communication bands nearby.

Lucius suddenly realized that his brothers from the old legion had landed here, near the palace, and that the final assault was indeed about to begin.

The resentment that had risen in his heart was like poison ivy because of his jealousy of Saul Tavitz, and his fingers had reached the hilt of his sword.

He glanced at the others who had begun to arm their defenses, almost all of them with their backs to him, unguarded.

After all, who would be guarding against a man who has been fighting with them for months in such an environment?

My sword is ...... quickly

Very fast......

Maybe......

The air crackled, and the commander of the thirteenth company of the emperor's son, with his dexterity, could not dodge the huge body that appeared out of thin air, and he sent his beautiful head into the hands of the other party.

"Look who we found. …… I'm sorry, but there's no time, forgive me for what I did, son of the emperor. ”

Someone said above him that a strong, soft, but utterly irresistible will washed over every sulcal and cortical cell of his brain, like a basin of ice water poured down from his heavenly spiritual cover, and every mood swing of his past life was nakedly spread out in front of some great will.

He revisited his life in the blink of an eye for a tenth of the time.

His eyes widened suddenly.

"You...... No...... You ......"

The voice of the Great Being pronounced his name.

"So you're Lucius...... So, Company Commander Lucius, take me to your commander, hurry. ”

He knew immediately that he could not and would not refuse.

Behind some ornate curtain in the distance, something let out a screech of annoyance, and countless Aeldari trembled in that instant.

(End of chapter)