Ustalii North Polar Forge Region.
The continuous, surging Tyranid Swarm had finally receded, at least for the moment.
Simultaneously, a large number of Tyranid reconnaissance units were dispatched. They swarmed outside the fortress, directly establishing a sprawling junk-city. However, this new enemy flew Imperial banners, leaving the Tyranids constantly puzzling over whether this foe was Greenskins or humans.
Not only were the Tyranids utterly baffled, but even many Imperial garrison troops delivering scrap to the junk-city watched, unsure whether to laugh or be afraid, as a Greenskin Boss who called himself the Political Commissar of the 'Sith Legion' looked on.
After all, he had never imagined the terms 'Greenskin' and 'Political Commissar' could ever be combined.
While the Greenskins rested and regrouped, Sith led the humans into the North Polar Forge Region.
The final survivors of the Black Watch and Fanros's forces finally got the rest they so desperately desired. Shahansen also delivered supplies, even excessively generous ones.
Inside were not just tobacco leaves and coffee, but even canned fresh meat that was definitely *not* from Grox!
And it wasn't just Shahansen's Inquisition sending supplies in bulk; even the Imperial Navy, the Astra Militarum, and the Ecclesiarchy backing the Battle Sisters were vying to deliver goods.
The reasons for this were twofold. First, the image of Sith carving his way here still felt like a dream to them. Second, none of these people were fools. With just a bit of thought, they realized that anyone who could follow Sith and fight their way through to this point—even a mere cook—was a culinary god who could shove a live Tyranid Warrior Bug into a pot using nothing but a spatula!
Furthermore, Sith would inevitably expand his Legion on a massive scale in the future. Like top-tier Legions such as the Kriegers and Cadians, the Black Watch would be deployed to battlefields across the galaxy.
Establishing good relations with these future Black Watch Commanders now meant that in critical moments later, if one could request a Black Watch detachment, they'd even dare to string up Chaos Astartes and beat them!
These thoughts materialized into reality, resulting in Sith's force of merely tens of thousands receiving supplies scaled for a million.
Sith, of course, paid no attention to this. Upon reaching the North Pole, he strode directly and swiftly towards the command hall. Behind him followed two Inquisitors, one Fabricator-General, three Navy Admirals, and over a dozen Astra Militarum Commanders.
Even behind the Inquisitors were several Astartes Captains!
This dazzling constellation of brass now all trailed behind a Mortal whose body was caked in dried blood.
In fact, because Sith walked so quickly, those behind had to grit their teeth and quicken their pace, fearing to fall behind.
Sith arrived at the command hall. Facing the massive projector and the dense crowd of officers who had risen early to await him, he removed his empty Bolter and casually handed it to someone nearby. Only then did he focus his attention on the map at the hall's center.
He stepped forward. This time, the crowd behind didn't immediately follow, pausing in slight bewilderment.
Apart from some casting worried glances at the map, it was also because everyone looked down on Shahansen, who had rushed ahead of the Servitors to take Sith's Bolter, appearing utterly sycophantic.
The most disdainful was Fanros, who had recovered a demigod for the Imperium.
Because this guy actually dared to get ahead of *him*!
Only when Sith stood before the map did the crowd behind refocus their attention. Shahansen also hastily scurried back.
There was no grand, sweeping strategic exposition as one might imagine. Sith merely glanced at the map, then, without speaking, looked directly at Shahansen, responsible for the actual command, and the senior leadership behind him.
After all, Sith had no love for amateurs commanding professionals.
For commanding a large-scale battle requiring extensive specialized knowledge, Sith still respected these Commanders who had dedicated their entire lives to the study of war.
Facing Sith's gaze, Fanros wanted to speak. But looking at the map, where the battlefield had changed drastically since his departure, he opened his mouth, unsure where to even begin.
Others also wanted to speak, but seeing Shahansen, they dared not preempt him.
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