Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

The art student nodded to Anrida with a satisfied smile on his face, and then said to Anrida gently, "These prisoners will be handed over to your defense forces. You will continue to be responsible for recruiting prisoners."

His eyes revealed a sense of anticipation. Every Astra Militarum soldier was considered a dragon among the best, an elite among the elites in the vast population of the empire.

Although in many cases, the Astra Militarum has become the backdrop for various forces in the galaxy, one has to admit the strength of the Astra Militarum soldiers. These alien forces that can leave their names in the galaxy do not have a simple existence.

Those alien forces that did not leave their names in the galaxy were completely wiped out when the Emperor launched the Great Crusade.

Armed with their crude and simple weapons, the soldiers of the Astra Militarum can face the powerful alien forces in the galaxy. If these elite Astra Militarum soldiers are equipped with more sophisticated weapons and equipment after joining their ranks, what kind of combat power will these Astra Militarum soldiers be able to unleash? This is something that art students are very much looking forward to.

As for those unwilling to join his army? Basically, all the Star Army soldiers unwilling to join his army had died in the attack of the defense army.

Anrida nodded without hesitation in response to the command from the Star Lord, "As you command, my Lord. I will take good care of these captives and persuade those among them who are willing to join us."

His voice was firm and powerful, revealing his determination and sense of responsibility for the mission.

After Andrada finished his report, Gray's face became solemn, and his voice was low and sad, as if carrying an unspeakable grief.

Gray lowered his head and reported to the Star Lord with guilt:

"My Lord, the Second Company of Space Marines led by Medog suffered heavy losses while attacking the False Emperor's lackeys - the Astartes Space Marines.

We lost more than 200 people in battle, and more than 500 people were wounded, but we successfully wiped out more than 3,000 Space Marines, the lackeys of the false emperor, and captured a small number of mortal soldiers and crew members.

Furthermore, the Mechanicus fleet I was responsible for attacking has wiped out all of its members, leaving no prisoners despite the Mechanicus's stubborn resistance.

We also paid a heavy price in this battle, with over 300 Space Marines killed and over 800 wounded, both minor and serious."

Gray's tone was filled with sadness and helplessness. Every number seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his heart, making people feel his inner pain and self-blame.

These powerful Space Marines were all genetically enhanced and were taught by him personally. They had lived together for so many years, but more than 500 of them were killed in this battle. It was impossible for Gray not to be sad.

He knew that this was a cruel war, and every victory was won at the cost of blood and lives. But they had no choice but to move forward bravely and fight for the glory of the Star Lord and the future of mankind.

Only under the command of the Lord of Stars, in this desperate and cruel galaxy, can everyone see a hopeful future. This is why these people are willing to fight for the Lord of Stars.

A total of more than 15,000 Space Marines were dispatched this time, and the total number of casualties was almost more than 2,000. Although these Space Marines were basically a group of recruits still in training, the casualty rate this time was still quite scary, although the weapons and equipment of the Star Space Marines were extremely sophisticated.

But the enemies the Astronauts faced were no simple bunch; they were all elite veterans of the Astartes Space Marines who had fought in the galaxy for hundreds of years, as well as members of the Adeptus Mechanicus who had come from the Forge World of Mars. None of these people were easy to defeat.

The art student heard Gray's self-blaming words and couldn't help but comfort his number one henchman:

"Gray, don't blame yourself. You and Medog didn't make any mistakes in commanding this battle. The enemy is no simple bunch. If it were so easy to defeat these lackeys of the Emperor, humanity wouldn't have survived in the galaxy for tens of thousands of years."

Gray said in a low voice: "My lord, I understand everything. I don't mean to underestimate these pseudo-emperor's lackeys. It's just that so many Space Marines sacrificed their lives under my command this time. I just feel a little uncomfortable in my heart." There was a hint of pain and helplessness in his voice.

Gray lived with these soldiers for so long, and these soldiers died under his command. Gray is not a heartless man, so it is natural for him to feel guilty.

The art student looked at Gray, who was blaming himself, and said softly, "It's good that you can figure it out. Think positively. The sacrifice of the Space Marines brought peace to the entire galaxy, and that's something to be happy about. Their sacrifice was not meaningless; it was for a greater goal."

Gray nodded silently, a firm look in his eyes, indicating his agreement with the Star Lord's words. He was fully aware of the responsibilities and mission he bore, and understood the cruelty and necessity of war.

Only victory can maintain what you have now, and the loser will lose everything.

Gray suddenly remembered something. He reached out and took off the mechanical head that was still hanging on his waist. He carefully held it in his palm, then respectfully handed it to the art student and said:

"My Lord, this is the head of the leader of the Mechanicus. I found that he is a guy who has been deeply transformed and may possess many advanced technologies that we don't have yet.

I believe his head may contain some knowledge that may be useful to my Lord, so I have brought it with me, hoping it will be of assistance to you."

The art student nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the mechanical head held in Gray's hands, his gaze etched with intense interest. He slowly extended his right hand and gently raised it towards Gray. An invisible force instantly lifted the mechanical head from Gray's hands and smoothly flew it into the art student's hands.

The art student looked at the mechanical head in his hands, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He noticed that the electronic eyes of the mechanical head were still moving, which meant that Archimonde the Sage of Domination was not completely dead.

Archimonde, the Sage-Ruler of the Mechanicum, possessed an astonishing body structure. Within his entire mechanical head, not a single piece of flesh and blood, not even the size of a fingernail, was found, replaced by countless tightly connected mechanical parts.

These mechanical parts are combined together in a wonderful way to form a strong and complex structure that closely protects the brain inside.

This design gave Archimonde the Sage of Domination a strong survivability. As long as his brain was not seriously damaged and he had enough biological energy supply, he could continue to survive.