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"This?!" Galton took a half step back in astonishment, his body trembling slightly, as if he had suffered a heavy blow.

He stared wide-eyed at the figure ahead in disbelief, muttering to himself, "I...I really didn't expect to meet such a venerable elder here."

Amal Richie slowly sheathed the gleaming power sword in his hand, while Sven Bloodhowl slowly returned to his seat.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the scene was extremely tense, and everyone's eyes were focused on Galton and Alpharis.

It took Galton quite a while to recover from his shock.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart, but the stubbornness that came from his bones could not be quelled.

Despite his deep awe, he gritted his teeth and mustered his courage to speak the truth as he knew it: "Even if that is true, as far as I know, the Mountain Array was stationed on the orbit of Holy Terra before it went to aid Cardia!"

These words caused a huge uproar, like a stone thrown into a still pond. The entire conference hall was immediately thrown into an uproar.

However, Alpharis remained calm and composed, replying, "There's no need to worry. Whether it's the Mountain Array, the Radiance of Macragge, or even the Hercules Emperor, they are no longer the warships that the Empire currently possesses."

"Wh...what!?" This time, not only Galton, but also the other people who were sitting in the conference hall could no longer hold back and stood up, their faces full of horror.

Faced with the surprised reactions of the crowd, Alpharis simply smiled and continued to make up stories as if nothing had happened: "In fact, we encountered a sudden and extremely violent subspace storm while on a mission."

This storm has brought us to this unfamiliar place, and just then, the great Emperor issued us new orders…

At this point, Alpharis paused deliberately, looked around, and then continued, "As for the specific details of the orders, it's not convenient to disclose them at the moment."

But please believe me, everything is proceeding smoothly and in accordance with the Emperor's will.

Of course, everyone present knew very well that they had no way of verifying whether what Alpharis said was true.

After all, trying to verify the situation with the supreme being sitting on the golden throne is simply a pipe dream.

"This... must be the power of the entire Father!" Sven Bloodhowl chose the most likely answer after failing to find a solution.

"My lords, I remember there was a... Holy Guard." Creed spoke quietly, emphasizing the word "Holy."

“And there is also a Primarch,” said Alpharis, who was disguised as the Ever Victorious Army.

“Perhaps the Emperor built these former ships in a secret location in the galaxy,” Amalridge said. When he said the word “secret,” the Dark Angels Fourth Company Commander next to him shuddered, but then became nonchalant.

"So... what about Admiral El and the others?" Creed's hand holding the cigar trembled slightly.

“It could be said that most of the warriors on those warships are from the Emperor’s… Cursed Legion.” Alpharis observed their expressions with some curiosity.

Silence fell over the entire council chamber, and Galton, who had received help from the Cursed Legion, was very qualified to speak on the matter.

“It seems that even if we die, we can still fight for the Empire.” Sven Bloodhowl sat down casually. “So how do we kill Abaddon and his lackeys?”

“The Mountain Array is not in good condition,” Galton said, frowning. They had long since disregarded life and death; their only fear was not being able to stop Abaddon’s army.

“I think Admiral Spyr must have assembled a large Imperial fleet for us.” Creed was quite satisfied with the Supreme Admiral appointed by the Imperial Guard.

“With the Mountain Array and Spyder’s fleet, we should be able to buy you enough time.” Galton would not underestimate the capabilities of the Great Raider Abaddon.

As the council continued, more and more imperial warships arrived in Cardia.

They converged on Spyr's fleet, and the number of Imperial warships on the orbit of Cadia increased visibly.

Support fleets from various sectors of the Shield of Dread, as well as expeditionary fleets from even more distant Imperial sectors, arrived in Cardia.

This is the unique empire's ability to provide support from all sides when one side is in trouble. If the enemy fails to quickly defeat the empire's garrison, reinforcements from all over the galaxy will arrive in an endless stream, drowning the enemy with the terrifying size of the human empire, which is on par with galactic empires.

As Galton and his companions walked out of the Allison Plains council hall, they could see the Imperial fleet neatly lined up on the Cardia track.

This may be disadvantageous for space battles, but both the Imperial Navy and the Star Forces would stand tall with pride when they saw these orderly arrays of warships. This was the glory that billions of Imperial soldiers were determined to defend to the death.

“Admiral Spyder seems to understand the Astraklan Army quite well.” Creed stood at the exit, watching the Imperial Navy's parade with the Space Marines present, and could hear the cheers of the Astraklan Army in his ears.

"Human perseverance will always make those heretics suffer a crushing defeat."

Before long, a Glory Queen slowly appeared in everyone's sight, and the Astragalus on the Cardia erupted in thunderous cheers. It was not the Glory of Macragge, but the flagship of the Black Templar Chapter—the Eternal Expedition, the Glory Queen.

Her arrival heralded the arrival of an ancient warband of thousands of Astartes who would join them in resisting the onslaught from the Great Raider Abaddon.

However, this situation is completely different from the past.

Three majestic and imposing Imperial-class Titans led a massive Titan legion, standing firmly on the vast Allison Plains. They were like unshakeable steel behemoths, exuding boundless majesty and a powerful aura.

Meanwhile, in order to make the military parade held by Spielberg even more magnificent, an unprecedentedly grand military parade is being prepared in full swing.

Brave warriors from various Space Marine chapters and Astronaut Legions gathered together, clad in gleaming armor and wielding a variety of sophisticated weapons, marching with orderly and powerful strides through the devastated war ruins of Cardia.

Those of us who watched the spectacular military parade live (except for a couple of non-humans) felt an indescribable surge of excitement.

They finally understood why the human empire had been able to stand strong for a full ten thousand years after countless trials and tribulations.

It was because of these fearless and steadfast imperial warriors that they stood guard in every corner of the human empire, using their own flesh and blood to resist all kinds of evil forces from the galaxy—those vicious monsters and demons.

At this moment, Creed and his generals, with their keen intuition and rich combat experience, already sensed that this protracted war was about to reach its most crucial and decisive battle.

These brave soldiers, who had just finished their inspection, did not delay at all and immediately rushed to their respective defense zones to stand ready, quietly waiting for the moment to engage in the final battle with the chaotic enemy.

Shortly afterward, the Star Court also received a message from the Twin Realms Demos: the Soul of Vengeance and Blackrock Fortress had led an even larger Chaos Fleet to this star system.