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"Admiral Spier! Blood Tears has successfully entered the space station!" the adjutant reported anxiously and excitedly.

Upon hearing this news, Admiral Spyr turned around abruptly, his gaze fixed on the battered Blood Tear, which looked as if it had just returned from hell.

The once majestic battle barge is now unrecognizable. Most of its gun emplacements have been destroyed, leaving only some ruins still emitting black smoke. The once indestructible terracotta armor is now torn open with countless hideous holes, like a giant net ripped apart by a ferocious beast.

However, despite suffering such heavy damage, the Blood Tear continued its voyage tenaciously, like an indomitable warrior, resolutely advancing towards its goal.

"The fighting spirit of the Lamenters is simply beyond imagination; they actually managed to keep such a nearly destroyed warship going until the very last moment," Spyr exclaimed, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

It's important to understand that in this fierce space war, every second was a battle between life and death, and the fact that Blood Tears survived and reached the space station is undoubtedly an amazing miracle.

At this point, the adjutant continued, "Including the Blood Tear, even without considering the fleet that has always maintained secrecy, the fleet gathered in the Cardia system has become incredibly large."

Spier nodded slightly in agreement.

As the Supreme Admiral personally appointed by the Imperial Guard, he was well aware of the heavy responsibility he bore—commanding all the warships currently gathered in Cardia.

This powerful fleet boasts a truly impressive lineup, including one Agamemnon-class battleship, one Imperial-class battleship, three Retribution-class battleships, fifteen Overlord-class battlecruisers, seven Gothic-class cruisers, and twenty Luna-class cruisers as its main force.

These warships form an impregnable defensive line, protecting the safety and peace of the Cardia system.

Of course, Spyr did not include the Astartes' warships and the Mechanicus warships of the Holy Archsage Belisarius Caul, who would obey his commands even after the battle began, but respect could always win them over.

However, Spyr understood that even with the Astartes and the Great Sage Caul's warships included, they still couldn't compare to the Black Legion's Chaos Fleet.

"General! Large-scale subspace reaction detected!" The adjutant's voice boomed in Spiel's ears.

"Could it be that Chaos's offensive is about to begin?!" Spyr looked at the divination box. Alarms echoed throughout the warship, and everyone was ready for battle.

Under the watchful eyes of the Imperial Navy, which was on high alert, a shipment of support from Holy Terra arrived in Cardia. The Mountain Array, which had been stationed in Holy Terra, arrived in Cardia with a hull that had lost one-tenth of its mass.

"Gods and Gods, it's the Mountain Array!" Cheers erupted from the Imperial Navy. The return of the Mountain Array meant that the ancient and sacred fleet was about to return to Cardia.

A smile appeared on Spiel's face. During this time, the Imperial Navy had been searching for traces of the Chaos Fleet at all times, fearing that due to its insufficient strength, Cardia would be destroyed by Chaos.

Now they can relax, as the fleet that brought hope to Cadia will once again guard this place.

“Kadia doesn’t seem to have been attacked?” Galton looked at the friendly insignia all over the divination box, but he also understood that under normal circumstances, such a large number of Imperial warships would not have gathered here.

"Company Commander, there are a large number of Chaos warship wrecks in the Cardia system." The Imperial Fist's technical sergeant saw many Chaos warship wrecks on the Mountain Array's divination box.

“It seems the valiant warriors of Cardia have once again repelled Chaos.” Galton breathed a sigh of relief, but was also somewhat puzzled. The appearance of the Cursed Legion left him unsure of what to do. “Perhaps we should go and ask them.”

This was a lucky day for Malakin. The Blood Tear successfully broke through the warp and arrived in Cardia. Coincidentally, there was also a Holy Sage of the Mechanicus there. With the help of Sven Bloodhowl, the commander of the Bloodhowl Company, Kaul promised to repair the Blood Tear for them.

When invited to attend the council, Malakin was somewhat apprehensive. Now, the entire Lamenters, plus only fifty combat brothers left, were on the verge of annihilation.

When he attended the meeting wearing a poorly cobbled-together Indomitable Terminator outfit, he noticed that his fellow combat brethren were all looking at him with an indescribable gaze.

Sven Bloodhowl was thinking for the first time about whether he could give these poor weeping wailers some equipment. Amalridge was already considering what to give the weeping wailers, and even the Dark Angels were preparing to take out their equipment.

"Commander Malakin, the Weeping One truly lives up to the name of Saint Gilles." Kirsage, seeing the Indomitable Terminator set that was visibly damaged through the Lerna she was piloting, also sighed inwardly at how pitiful the Weeping One was.

“Thank you for your recognition.” Malakin nodded gratefully to the honor guard; he wasn’t wearing a helmet, so everyone could see his expression.

After Malakin sat down, Galton also entered the meeting room.

He saw several members of the Ultramarines' honor guard outside the door, but their attire puzzled him.

"Lord Galton, when will the Hercules Emperor and the Radiance of Macragge return to Cardia?" Creed asked respectfully.

Upon hearing Creed's words, Galton sensed that something was amiss. After being invaded by the First Demon Prince Birac, the Mountain Array initiated a blind warp jump, simultaneously destroying the turrets hijacked by the cyber demons.

Until they were rescued by the Cursed Legion in the warp, and then the think tank received a request for assistance from the Cardia, there were absolutely no accompanying warships, let alone the Radiance of Macragge.

"Judging from the wounds on the Mountain Array, are those green-skinned orcs really that difficult to deal with?" Sven Bloodhowl asked.

"What green-skinned orcs? The Mountain Array didn't fight any green-skinned orcs." Galton frowned. Judging from their expressions, could there be a second Mountain Array?

"Didn't Admiral El say that you were going to deal with the greenskin orcs invading the Skarrus sector?" Amal Rich sat up, realizing something was wrong.

The Dark Angel on the side had already secretly drawn his gun. If the man in front of him, who looked like the Fourth Company Commander of the Imperial Fist, made any strange moves, he would immediately kill Galton.

"The Mountain Array has been stationed in Terra for a long time. How did you see it?" Galton asked seriously.

"Wait, let the Templar Knights on the Mountain Array prove it." Sven Bloodhowl adjusted his posture to make it easier for him to exert force.

“The Templars are long gone! The Primarch Guard is long gone!” Galton said angrily.

Looking at the tense atmosphere in the council chamber, Malakin was restless. Could someone tell him what was going on?! Wouldn't it be good if reinforcements arrived?!

"It doesn't exist?! Are you telling me that the Son of Dorne who fought alongside us before was a fake?!" Sven Bloodhowl was increasingly convinced that the Galton before him was a Chaos Demon in disguise.

“That is the ancient Primarch Guard, I could not possibly be mistaken!” Amarridge stood up, his power sword at his side.

"cough."

A soft cough came from the mouth of a victorious soldier, the insignia of the Thirteenth Legion clearly visible on him. "The Templars do exist, but they are the Primarch Guard of the Seventh Legion."

“Then, you are…” Galton was speechless. If this was the truth, then wouldn’t he be beginning to doubt those ancient Primarch Guards?

"I am a member of the Thirteenth Army Corps, the Original Body Guard, and the Ever Victorious Army."