After all, if the battle group were to warp in, the best and most efficient choice for the Empire regarding a strange existence like Sith would still be to bombard and kill him first.
The captains were equally aware of this; after all, once they were shocked into kneeling by the God-Emperor, they had already become, in the eyes of the battle group, traitors corrupted and deceived.
However, upon thinking that they had also become traitors, the captains' faces showed not only no dissatisfaction or regret, but were filled with pride.
At the same time, their eyes were filled with fervor as they looked at Sith.
After all, being able to follow a leader whom the God-Emperor was willing to personally endorse, the experience of having been a rebel with Sith, would not become a stumbling block for them in the future.
It would only become a powerful asset for their upward climb.
In the future, when others asked how long they had been following Lord Sith, others would say when they joined after Sith returned to the Empire.
But these captains would smile disdainfully and 'compliment' casually:
"You all have it easy; we are different. We followed Lord Sith and were rebels for a while, being chased and beaten by you for a while."
Thinking of this, the captains couldn't suppress the corners of their mouths from curling upward, then respectfully saluted Sith, turned, and prepared to return to their own warships.
After dismissing them, Sith checked the time and prepared to have the fleet begin the countdown for warp jump, but before Sith could speak, the warship was suddenly filled with the alarm of an incoming enemy attack.
"Coming again so soon?"
Sith was stunned, then looked at the projector, where he could see a small fleet in the distance, not large in scale, consisting of only five frigates and destroyers, which had been at full engine power, then realized something was wrong with the scale, and hurriedly made an emergency stop.
At the same time, the name of the Chaos faction was quickly identified above this fleet.
"It's a small Slaanesh Warband."
Van Roth followed behind, took a look, and reminded Sith.
Sith looked at the bewildered Slaanesh Warband in the distance, who were stunned in place, watching Sith transform from one dilapidated cruiser into three cruisers and ten frigates.
Seeing Van Roth's eager look, wanting to beat up the rebels, he thought for a moment and actually looked first at the Imperial Fleet that had decisively chosen to surrender after confirming he had the God-Emperor's endorsement.
Van Roth was very confused by this action, but as Sith's gaze followed, turning to the other side where the Slaanesh Emperor's Children, who also had Slaanesh's endorsement, had been sent directly to follow Sith, Van Roth's eyes gradually widened.
"Go, a few Emperor's Children, use Slaanesh's blessing to give this Warband leader a few big slaps!"
Van Roth: "???"
The crowd stared blankly at Sith, who had issued such an order, while the Emperor's Children looked at each other, then understood the meaning of Sith's order, and turned to leave with strange expressions.
Even because they still had a lot of blessings snatched from Huron, several high-ranking Emperor's Children directly teleported to the nearby Warband bridge; although everyone couldn't see the situation inside, they only knew that the Emperor's Children's communicators kept broadcasting the screams of the opponent being'slapped into ecstasy,' and then this small Slaanesh Warband raised...
The Imperial flag.
Van Roth was completely speechless at this point, and even the Imperial captains who had just been preparing for a great battle to show their loyalty to Sith could only watch as their fleet gained five more Slaanesh frigates and destroyers.
At the same time, the Astartes of this Slaanesh Warband collectively headed to Sith's bridge, being reorganized into the surrendering Astartes of Black Skull.
Facing the strength that had improved again on paper, Van Roth looked at the three cruisers, over a dozen frigates and destroyers, and the large number of Astartes on board.
Van Roth could only be filled with confusion, unable to react, speechless as to why this pursuit was a bit wrong?
"If this continues, Sith's subordinates might be able to piece together a strike battle group!"
Van Roth complained about this soon-to-emerge 'Imperial, Chaos' combined battle group.
Sith, while waving for the fleet to prepare to leave, was curious why Vashtorr had signed a truce with him on the front foot, and then sent two pursuit forces on the back foot.
While Sith was deep in thought, on the other side, back in his Ark of Omen, Vashtorr was clutching the Bolter that Sith had given him, and nodded rarely to Abaddon:
"Your plan is good."
"When Sith thinks he is safe, send the coordinates to other adversaries."
"Sith is probably already caught off guard by the Empire and other warring Warbands."
Seeing that he had finally regained a bit of face with Vashtorr, Abaddon's expression looked much better.
Even with a sense of vindication, looking at Sith's location flickering on the projection, Abaddon's eyes held the satisfaction that his plan had finally succeeded, and then he slammed his hand on the projector, his eyes full of determination:
"Send this madman's coordinates."
"To the entire galaxy!"
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