In the Warp. Warp Daemons, long accustomed to various types of warships, were looking at one battleship with suspicion and surprise.
Because in their sight, this battleship seemed like a moving holy ship, its entire body radiating the light of heroic souls.
Even some Warp Daemons who couldn't dodge in time, simply by getting a little too close, were scorched by the light upon it, black smoke rising from their bodies.
This scene caused even more Warp Daemons to flee frantically, and at the same time, for some unknown reason, as they looked at this magnificent, solemn, and massive black gold battleship, they always felt like they had seen it somewhere before.
Yet, recalling images from the depths of their memories, the Daemons felt that thing had been sunk long ago, hadn't it?!
And inside the battleship.
The holy light, which was scorching and terrifying to the Warp Daemons, brought spiritual peace and serenity to the crew inside.
At the same time, because of the protection of the holy light and with Sith personally presiding, the Mortal crew inside the battleship did not need to be like those on other warships entering the Warp, who had to constrain their behavior as much as possible and avoid any emotional fluctuations to prevent attracting the corruption of the Warp; instead, they could freely carry out all normal activities!
Therefore, inside the battleship at this moment, which was already like a mobile city in the shape of a warship, a large number of crew members, soldiers, and even Astartes could actually find their own ways to rest.
On the main thoroughfare of the battleship's middle deck, crew members shuttled back and forth. As the Sith flagship, which fully rivaled the galaxy's premier warships, orac had even specifically planned out a crew rest area.
This allowed the crew to get true relaxation in the gaps between desperate wars.
Coupled with the massive amount of supplies confiscated from derelict ships, and relative to the number of humans which had plummeted a hundredfold after the war, almost everyone had an ample supply of resources.
Just in the rest area at this moment, there were not only hot meals available twenty-four hours a day, but also at least two servings of vegetables daily, as well as a rationed amount of fruit for everyone.
As for starch, protein, oil, salt, and even fresh meat, snacks, and desserts, they were provided with unlimited access.
Furthermore, orac had specifically upgraded a batch of 'humanoid wetware' equipped with top-tier cooking cores.
Facing the flagship's meals—regardless of variety, ingredients, taste, or even presentation—even Van Roth would occasionally feel as if he were in the private kitchen of some Planetary Governor.
And if even Van Roth felt this way, it went without saying for the vast majority of Mortal soldiers who had lived bitter lives.
So much so that quite a few Mortals began to directly call the flagship the 'Sith Hotel'!
Consequently, in order to remain on the flagship and continue to serve Lord Sith, the crew's subjective initiative for self-improvement and self-training was stimulated to the extreme.
So much so that after four meals a day, the crew would even have to run to the gym, spa, projection hall, and shooting range to constantly improve themselves and optimize their condition, finally returning to their four-person cabins with their own desks and storage lockers, maintaining their peak working state at all times.
The most direct point was that under equivalent hardware, with the support of these fully-conditioned crew members, they could fire several more salvos during ship-to-ship combat!
Of course, besides material support, spiritual support was also directly on par with the highest standards.
After all, the largest, most magnificent, and most solemn hall in the entire flagship was the Flying Cathedral!
Inside the cathedral at this moment.
Crew members, soldiers, and even Astartes of all kinds came one after another to pray devoutly before the towering, massive statue to obtain spiritual peace in their hearts.
And in the Sith office at the top of the cathedral, level with the statue.
Sith stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching that kid orac, who had actually deliberately sculpted the God-Emperor's face to look somewhat like himself, and then let the people below worship it; he couldn't help but glare at the black gold skull beside him.
Then he hurriedly diverted the puzzled looks from everyone:
"So this time, we are not simply returning to reinforce Terra, but are facing the siege of the entire Segmentum Solar by two Tyranid Swarm tentacles."
As he spoke, orac projected an image directly. The image first showed a galactic-scale display of two terrifying Tyranid Swarm tentacles, one above and one below, spreading toward Terra from two directions.
Then came battle scenes from numerous sectors and worlds along the way.
But looking at the sectors in the images being submerged by hundreds of thousands of Tyranid bio-ships, and on the ground where every soldier had to face thousands or tens of thousands of the Tyranid Swarm, and finally looking at their own single ship—not even a fleet—
even those with absolute blind obedience to Sith could not help but frown and look at each other, extremely rarely failing to respond actively.
At this moment, below Sith were only Bayer, Van Roth, Daviello, Bruno, Ana, and others. As the Regent of the Imperium Nihilus, Dante had a massive amount of arduous warfare awaiting him and the Blood Angels.
Lion El'Jonson had returned to the Dark Angels, continuing to execute the mission entrusted to him by the God-Emperor to hunt down Abaddon and Vashtorr.
Therefore, on the battleship at this moment, those who remained were all Sith's core team, as well as the original Imperial elites who had voluntarily joined Sith. Dante and Lion El'Jonson had also each left behind a company of Astartes to join the Sith Legion.
Seeing his subordinates avoiding the topic, Sith knew this matter was truly too exaggerated, so he took out the document Guilliman had sent not long ago to encourage everyone as much as possible:
"We are not heading out as a single ship; Alert Star has been officially designated as a recruitment world for the Blackwatch."
"We have six months of rest time at Alert Star, which can be used to replenish troops and the fleet."
Hearing "six months," the expressions of those below became even uglier.
After all, on a galactic scale, six months was truly just the snap of a finger.
Not to mention that Alert Star had been beaten to such a state before; even with Sith pouring quite a few people into it, how large an army could it possibly support for Sith?
One had to know that in the previous few Tyranid wars, humanity had only ever faced one Tyranid Swarm tentacle at a time, but now, under circumstances where surrounding worlds could barely provide support, they were facing two at once alone.
Let alone Alert Star, even if several Indomitus fleets were mobilized, it would likely be difficult to play any fundamental role.
And Sith, seeing that everyone still had no confidence, could only continue helplessly.
Picking up the list Guilliman had given to Sith, Sith held it up:
"After the war, Alert Star received an edict from Terra, ordering all nearby sector governments to fully support its reconstruction."
"As long as we reach Alert Star, we can at least assemble an expeditionary fleet of decent size."
Seeing Sith encouraging them again, although they still didn't hold much hope, everyone forced themselves to perk up a little.
Terra could absolutely not be lost. Since support was already imperative, they might as well reach Alert Star first and mobilize as many troops as possible.
And at this moment, the battleship finally rushed out of the Warp. Under orac's hundredfold control, the massive battleship actually stopped steadily directly in the orbit of Alert Star.
Looking at the familiar starry sky outside the porthole, Sith hurriedly took the lead and walked to the porthole, preparing to lead everyone to look out.
But when Bayer and Van Roth followed behind, what they saw was Sith suddenly stopping in his tracks, the smile on his face instantly freezing.
Then, Sith even took a deep breath, and suddenly gripped the report Guilliman had given him regarding the recovery work on Alert Star, which was full of praise.
Because right before Sith's eyes, the damaged space dock was completely dead and silent, and the collapsed water-purification space elevator was still broken.
On the ground, the Hive City remained in ruins, and the dense refugee camps on the desolate wasteland outside the Hive City ruins were so vast that they were clearly visible even from orbit.
And that shipping lane, which should have been crowded with support fleets from nearby sectors, looked as if there were only two or three old merchant ships sailing lonely toward Alert Star.
As Sith's recruitment world, as the rear area from which Sith was about to reinforce Terra.
Alert Star...
was not even as good as it was before Sith left!!
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