Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Ferrus's standards were high; he pursued excellence and despised mediocrity. As luck would have it, Guilliman was confronted with the fact that the Ultramarines were truly mediocre. Not only did they lack unique technical and tactical characteristics, but they even deliberately limited their fleet, which made Ferrus extremely dissatisfied. As it happened, Ferrus was in a position to criticize Guilliman, as he was the commander of this battle!

"Ferus, we should be careful about how we speak," Clarks reminded.

"I will be careful with my tone and wording, but I will also point out my brother's problem. This time, the combat missions will mainly be undertaken by us and the Space Wolves. Our brother is just experiencing the atmosphere of the battlefield, but he will not be so lucky in the future. Therefore, we must make him realize the seriousness of the problem." Ferrus said bluntly.

The subsequent meeting was generally harmonious, with Ferrus not disrespecting Guilliman. Guilliman, in turn, was impressed by the Iron Hands' strength, as seen in the background, where he could be called the second "Ferrus Blow." (What? If you ask who the first Ferrus Blow was, it was Fulgrim, of course!) In this plane, Guilliman still deeply admired Ferrus's strength, a strength born of precise calculations, superior technology, and an iron will.

Just like other meetings between the Primarchs, after the ceremonial activities, the three Primarchs would dismiss everyone and have a private conversation.

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"Lord Balder has some matters to attend to, so he cannot come for the time being." Guilliman explained.

"I know he has more important things to do, so I understand." Ferrus nodded, no trace of displeasure at being slighted. This attitude surprised even Guilliman. He didn't think someone like Ferrus was easy to talk to.

"I respect Balder because he has unique talents, which are irreplaceable in many cases. He has many secrets, so many people doubt him and even hate him. But I think that is the view of mediocre people. Our father trusts him, so the more powerful power he can control, the better it is for us. As for his secrets and what he has done, I think that under the premise of achieving victory, it is not a problem worth delving into." As if seeing Guilliman's doubts, Ferrus explained.

"I also hope to witness his strength in the next battle." Guilliman was stunned at first. He did not expect Ferrus to give such a high evaluation.

"You will see, and you will realize how pleasant it is to fight alongside him." Ferrus changed the subject and continued, "Before, Balder and I talked about you, my brother. And I think many of your ideas are very wrong."

Ferrus was still so straightforward. He gave Guilliman face in public, but when they met privately, he was decisive and went all out. Such unconcealed words made Clarks next to him feel a little embarrassed.

"Uh..." For a moment, Guilliman was speechless. However, to his own surprise, he didn't seem to be particularly dissatisfied with Ferrus's accusation. (Badur: As expected, he is the second Ferrus.)

"Well, my brother, I have no interest in admonishing you with words. I've always believed that actions speak louder than words. So, in this upcoming battle, I will show you and your Legion how the Iron Hands operate. I hope it will touch and inspire you," Ferrus said. Ferrus was a somewhat straightforward man who prioritized action, a typical Primarch who would act rather than talk. He believed that after witnessing the excellence of the Iron Hands Legion, Guilliman would recognize his mistakes and, like Clarke, follow in his footsteps.

"I..." Guilliman suddenly felt speechless facing such a brother. He now felt that Baldur was easier to communicate with, as he could understand his thoughts and knew that he was trying to balance internal relations. But facing a battlefield brute like Ferrus, Guilliman was helpless. The former simply disdained to consider such matters. As a general, he only needed to think about how to quickly and efficiently eliminate the enemy.

"Ferrus, my brother, I will prove myself and my legion in actual combat. Moreover, I will also prove that under my command, the fiefdom centered on Macragge will become a model for the human world in the entire galaxy." said Guilliman.

"I believe you will be an excellent ruler, Chancellor, and Lord of the Empire. But we are first and foremost generals and commanders. There are too many aliens and heretics in this galaxy waiting for us to clean up. They are like a virus that can never be completely eliminated, constantly corroding the Empire. At this time, we naturally have to do our utmost to eradicate them. Do you understand me?"

Looking at Guilliman, who seemed to be hesitant to speak, Ferrus waved his hand forcefully and said, "Alright, this time, your legion will be deployed on the flanks with the Klax, ready to join the final boarding operation."

"My legion can stand on its own!" Guilliman's face changed, he felt that his patience had reached its limit.

"That would mean many unnecessary sacrifices. My brother, you know very little about the darkness of the galaxy. Believe me, I've seen more than you. And the enemy that makes Balder so cautious is certainly no ordinary one. So I've decided to bear the greatest pressure," Ferrus said sincerely. Despite his sharp tongue, Ferrus truly cared about his brothers. Whenever there was difficulty or risk, he was the first to step forward.

"......" Although Ferrus spoke bluntly, Guilliman really felt the other party's sincerity, so after hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

"Very good, let's refine the plan now." Ferrus then took out his plan and the three Primarchs began to discuss their first joint operation.

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"Huh, there are some twists and turns." Looking at the results of the last divination, the traveler sighed slightly. He could win this battle, but it wouldn't be easy. The participating legions would suffer heavy losses. This was partly due to the strength of the Randan fleet, but also because the current Extreme Legion wasn't suited to confronting a foe of this magnitude right from the start. And Clarks's legion wasn't meant for direct engagements... But it was still within acceptable limits.

"If we can recover the Tower of Light, it will greatly facilitate future efforts to combat demons and navigate areas beyond the reach of the stars." Balder already knew what he was seeking. A special navigation device, a superweapon, and a faith collector. As a deity, Balder was naturally aware of the existence of demons and evil gods. Throughout his long life, he naturally considered how to eliminate certain demons once and for all. The Tower of Light was one such product. While the Anthem Engine was merely a device to banish demons, the Tower of Light, when infused with faith and divine power, could completely annihilate hordes of demons.

"I want to see how many demons are not afraid of death!" Balder snorted coldly.

"It's time to go meet Ferrus and the others." His humanity resurfaced. While it was impossible to tell them everything, there were some things he still needed to explain to Ferrus and the others. And Ferrus would still be in charge of the fleet for the majority of the time.

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"Is it over? Tell me what's going on." Ferrus rose to greet Baldur upon his arrival. Then came Clarkes, and finally Guilliman. Guilliman was genuinely puzzled by the Space Wolves' second-in-command's ability to command such respect from the powerful Ferrus. Baldur then briefly explained the Tower of Light's functions. Ferrus saw it as a mobile, weakened Golden Throne. Even so, such an object was incredibly valuable, worth mobilizing tens of thousands of Space Marines to fight against.

"Okay, let's talk about the specific distribution. This time, the Randan aliens will deploy two War Moons, which we'll temporarily name No. 1 and No. 2. No. 1 War Moon has a very powerful mainframe and is extremely skilled in psychic powers. This guy will be assigned to the Endless Journey to contain it, while No. 2 War Moon and the remaining fleet will be handed over to Lord Ferrus. Although the latter is still operated by a mainframe, his psychic powers are much inferior, and his combat style is mainly based on technology. Therefore, it will be easier to deal with. The main force of the Space Wolves fleet is also in your hands. Please ensure the safety of Darlon, the planet where the Tower of Light is located."

"Before the battle, my men and I will find a way to enter the Tower of Light and activate it. Our fleet only needs to hold the front line and ensure the safety of the planet. As long as we can control the Tower of Light, they are doomed." After saying this, Balder handed Ferrus a fleet list, which clearly stated the fleet list handed over to Ferrus. With the exception of the Endless Journey, almost all the fleets were handed over to Ferrus.

"Doesn't the Endless Journey need help?" asked Ferrus.

"The Endless Journey will engage Battle Moon One. Their engagement will be completely different from anything we've seen before, and ordinary warships wouldn't be very effective in such a situation," Baldur said. In his divination, Baldur foresaw the terrifying entity lurking deep within Battle Moon One, a terrifying consciousness with a soul strength equivalent to that of hundreds of thousands or more psykers combined. Combined with the psychic technology of the Randan aliens, the threat to Ferrus, Guilliman, and the others would be unimaginable. It was best to leave it to the Endless Journey and himself to deal with such a being.

"A battleship against a war machine as big as a planet?" Guilliman expressed some doubts about his life.

"Alright, War Moon Number One is yours, and I'll take the rest." Ferrus was receptive; at least he listened to Balder's words. And while he was interested in some of Balder's secrets, he wouldn't delve too deeply into them. "Take a look at my war plan."

"That's about it, that's all." Balder nodded after briefly skimming through the document. Ferrus had taken note of everything he had reminded him of. Both technically and against Randan's mind control, they were well prepared. Although Ferrus had proposed a last-minute plan to board War Moon Two and attempt to capture it, that was only after Balder activated the Tower of Light, so the strategy was still relatively conservative. As for the tactical details, Ferrus's expertise was truly impressive. Balder didn't need to elaborate.

"Lord Balder, you should have known about this relic a long time ago," Guilliman asked.

"Yes, I knew it a long time ago." Balder nodded.

"Then why not control it as soon as possible, and then use it to set an ambush to eliminate the lured enemy? In this way, we will have much less risk." Guilliman thought for a while and said.

"I just discovered the Randan alien through divination. Well, think about it, a person whose psychic power level is equivalent to that of hundreds of thousands of ordinary psychics, isn't he good at predictions?" Baldur said. He knew that Guilliman was a fool in psychic power, but he tried his best to explain it clearly.

"Some things can be covered up by fate, but some things cannot be covered up. If I control this relic, the other party will definitely predict it. Then this ambush will be out of the question. So, this time I decided to achieve two goals at the same time, the relic and Randan's war moon, I want them all!" said Balder.

"How many war machines as terrifying as Randan are there? Could there be something more terrifying than War Moon No. 1?" asked Guilliman.

"It's not clear exactly how many war moons Ran Dan has, but what is certain is that there will definitely be ones more terrifying than War Moon No. 1," said Bader.

"Is all this information obtained through prophecy?"

"Some are through divination, and some are through other intelligence." Balder said.

"Well, since we are facing such a powerful enemy, let us join hands to deal with the most powerful enemy since the Great Crusade." Guilliman still had many questions to ask, but it was obvious that now was not the time.

"Okay, let's crush the enemies of humanity and the Emperor together!" said Ferrus with great ambition.

Chapter 201: Battle against Ran Dan (Updated on the first day of August, 8K)

"Let's prepare to depart," Ferrus commanded after all the fleets arrived. A massive fleet of warriors from seven Legions, over 7 Space Marines, and over 8 major warships of various types, gathered near Mandeville Point. As the Warp engines activated, the veil between the void and reality opened. The energy of the Warp and the laws of reality collided violently across the rift, creating a dazzling halo of multicolored light.

Then, led by three Glorious Queen-class battleships, the huge fleet entered the waves of the warp.

"How long will it take us to get there? I mean, in real time." Ferrus looked out the window at the eerie, unpredictable High Heavens, then spoke to Balder. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but in the past, when Ferrus and his fleet sailed through the void, he always felt a sense of countless malicious beings watching him, like beasts hidden beneath the surging waves, waiting for an opportunity to strike. But this time, Ferrus felt a deep sense of peace. Even the usually volatile Warp seemed unusually calm. The entire fleet's voyage could be described as completely smooth sailing.

"Two Terran days." Balder said calmly.

"So fast? For such a long distance, I thought it might take about 7 days." Ferrus said with some surprise.

"It's okay. I just chose a suitable route and time." Balder said. In fact, his fleet could be faster, but Balder needed to save energy for the subsequent recovery and battle.

Two days in reality might be just a few hours in the Warp. After Ferrus and Balder exchanged a few words, the fleet arrived at the target system. As the veil of the Warp opened once more, the vast Imperial fleet entered the real universe. The distant target planet also appeared in Ferrus's sight. At the same time, they also saw the Endless Journey and its attached fleet waiting there.

"Ferus, I'm going over. From now on, the space battle depends on you." Balder said.

"No problem, leave everything to me!" Ferrus said confidently. Balder then disappeared from the Iron Fist. A moment later, Balder returned to the ever-loyal Endless Journey.

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"My Lord, everything is ready. After the preliminary preparations, the spirit of the Tower of Light has been initially awakened. And I am also ready to fight with Randan." The projection of the Endless Journey appeared next to Balder.

"Very well, thank you for your help here," Balder said. His humanity gradually faded, and his traveler side awakened. A blue glow began to spread within the Endless Journey. By this time, the crew originally aboard the Endless Journey had been evacuated to other warships. As the blue light expanded, souls emerged from the previously empty cabins and corridors. These were those who had once followed Balder. They were dead, but their souls were still well protected by the Endless Journey, preventing them from being consumed by the beings in the Warp.

"Everyone, I said that I would prepare a home for you where you can rest forever without being disturbed. And now, I am about to take a crucial step towards this goal. I will embark on the final journey. We will never leave each other!" The traveler said to the many souls.

"My Lord." All the souls bowed and saluted.

"Now, some new people will join you. I hope you will work together sincerely to overcome this difficult time." Balder said, pulling from his pocket a soul stone given by the Eldar gods. After countless battles, it has accumulated a terrifying number of souls. After the sacrifice of most humans, their souls will quickly dissipate. However, some, due to their strength and obsession, will remain, and Balder has granted them a resting place. In return, they will also participate in this war, and fight against Randan's war moon together with the Endless Journey.

With the release of the Soul Stone, a vast number of souls entered the Endless Journey. Subsequently, their spiritual powers began to connect with the soul of the Endless Journey through the divine power of the travelers.

"Everyone, please, for humanity, and for ourselves," the Traveler said in a final salute to his followers. Then, with a flash of light, the Traveler departed the Endless Journey and teleported directly into the Tower of Light. Meanwhile, in space, a massive fleet had already deployed. Ferrus was making his final deployment.

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"Our fleet is in the center of the entire formation, the Space Wolves' fleet is on the left, Lord Guilliman and Lord Krax's legions and the Mechanicus are on the right, and the Dark Angels and the Fourth Legion's fleet serve as the general reserve. We have updated the fleet's identification code and electronic shielding. And checked the psychic defense system again. All preparations have been completed, father." Ducain reported to Ferrus.

"Very good." Ferrus looked at the tactical projection and said. At this time, the huge fleet had enveloped the target planet like a crescent moon, protecting the ancient facility called the Tower of Light.

"Father, I feel like there might be problems on the right wing." After hesitating for a moment, Dukain said to Ferrus.

"I know there might be problems on the right flank, but I don't have a better solution," Ferrus sighed, putting down his work. It was clear Ferrus was aware of this potential danger. Overall, this was a case of building a strong base and fighting a passive battle. The Iron Hands and Space Wolves were both skilled in frontal combat and possessed strong technical capabilities, so they shouldn't encounter any problems. But what about the right flank? Clarks's fleet wasn't suited to frontal engagement, and what about Guilliman? His Ultramarines were supposed to be suited to frontal combat, but they were lacking in both technology and numbers.

So, while the right wing concentrated two Primarchs and two fleets, its limited size and lack of coordination meant it wasn't necessarily superior to the Space Wolves fleet on the left. Ferrus initially considered bringing in the Dark Angels and the defensive-focused IV Legion, but hesitated and decided against it. The Dark Angels were only a handful, and their forces were specialized. Sending them up there as cannon fodder would be a waste. As for the IV Legion, Ferrus reserved it for Baldur, fearing an infiltration by some means. He therefore used it as a last resort. The Dark Angels and Flix's forces, together, formed Ferrus's final trump card. With reserves at hand, he felt less anxious.

"There will indeed be problems on the right wing, but neither the Emperor's Chamber of Retinue nor those strange machines will allow the problem to really deteriorate to a level that cannot be handled. So this is not a big problem. Although the result is still unsatisfactory." Ferrus said with a frown.

The yellow-painted, double-headed eagle-equipped Extinction Relics could fool Clarks and Guilliman, but Ferrus could see at a glance that something was wrong with them. However, thinking that this was a temporary buff granted by the Emperor, Ferrus tolerated it. After all, how to efficiently defeat the enemy was the most important issue at hand.

Ferrus had met the members of the Imperial Aide-de-camp before, and he believed these powerful individuals could, if necessary, create a portal to ferry Guilliman and Klax away. Furthermore, the Extinction Relics were more than capable of dealing with any conventional enemy. Furthermore, both were aboard the Glorious Queen-class battleships. Even the strongest enemy couldn't directly destroy the Glorious Queen. As for the other battleships and Legionnaires, Ferrus truly couldn't care less right now. He had to ensure the safety of his brothers first.

"Tell my two brothers not to allow their personal guards to participate in boarding battles without my permission, and certainly not to board the ship yourself. That's it." Ferrus thought back to when he was nearly smacked in the face by a Titan-class weapon, and then reminded his two brothers not to act rashly and to leave enough guards behind.

"Okay, I'll do it right away." Du Kain said.

"By the way, go to the left wing. I'm worried Santo might be a bit unsteady," Ferrus added after a moment's thought. With Balder gone, who, besides Ferrus, is the strongest frontal fighter? That's Dukain, of course! Clarks doesn't really know how to fight frontally, and in Ferrus's eyes, Guilliman is just a fresh recruit. Dukain, on the other hand, is a veteran and authoritative commander, respected even by Horus. His combat effectiveness is just as strong as ever!

"Okay, I'll go," Ducain nodded. The Space Wolves and the Iron Hands had a truly good relationship. When Balder handed command to Ferrus, the Space Wolves readily accepted the order. Ducain had no objection to the Space Wolves' fleet being commanded.

"Don't let me down." Ferrus said seriously.

"I swear on my honor and life that there will be no problems on the left wing where the Space Wolves Legion is located." Du Kain knelt and saluted.

"Well, go ahead." After taking one last look at Dukain, Ferrus once again threw himself into preparations. As time passed, the Randan fleet was finally approaching!

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"Ah...!" With a shrill scream, a psychic navigator on the bridge of Macragge's Glory clutched his third eye in agony. Dark red blood streamed from his eye, and his entire body trembled like a sieve, his muscles spasming.

"What happened?" Guilliman's face changed and he walked over quickly.

"A dazzling... appeared in the warp... They are coming... With the wailing of countless souls and slaves, they want to crush us!" After the navigator was injected with a special potion, his sanity finally recovered a little, and he spoke to Guilliman intermittently.

"They are so powerful, like gods... We can't defeat them, we have to... surrender," the psychic said intermittently.

"Shut up, he needs to calm down. Take him away," Guilliman sighed. However, just as Hill was about to take the Navigator away, Ramon from the Emperor's Chamber appeared in front of the psyker in an instant, and with a movement that was almost impossible for an ordinary Space Marine to grasp, he drew a longsword and pierced the opponent.

"What are you doing!" Guilliman looked at Ramon in surprise. If he was not his father's most trusted servant, Guilliman might have drawn his sword.

"Your Excellency, Primarch," Ramon said, bowing. "Before the battle began, His Excellency Balder ordered all psykers below the intermediate level not to gaze directly upon the War Moon of Randan. He has violated this order, and worse still, he has been contaminated by some psychic element. Eliminating him will be better for him and all of us."

"Pollution? Just because of a glance?" Guilliman said angrily.

"Yes, I took a quick look," Ramon said. "Your Excellency, many are destined to die today. Even more terrifying, if we fail, the souls of those fallen heroes will not rest in peace. Therefore, please prioritize the greater good."

"We'll talk about it after this war is over!" Guilliman said, pointing at Ramon.

"The fleet raises its shields and prepares for battle!" Guilliman decided to put the overall situation first.

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"They're coming." Ferrus looked into the void. Through the high-tech detection equipment provided by the Dark Angels, Ferrus could see the approaching Randan fleet, transcending the barrier between the two worlds. Although the entire image was extremely blurry due to various reasons, Ferrus could still see the two largest and most terrifying entities in the Randan fleet. The super war machines known as War Moons.

"Compared to Randan's war moon, our warships are practically as tiny as grass," a nearby attendant exclaimed in shock. This wasn't an exaggeration, for the war moon before them wasn't tens or hundreds of kilometers in diameter, but hundreds of kilometers—the size of a small planet. (It's said that Dorne's mountain formation is 2000 kilometers in diameter; I won't comment on this here, but the largest human space station I've found is 150 kilometers in diameter.)

"No matter how huge it is, it will be smashed to pieces by the iron fist of the empire." Looking at the huge fleet on the projection, Ferrus subconsciously clenched his fists.

Half an hour later, the massive fleet finally made its leap from Mandeville Point. A powerful energy ripped apart the real universe. Then, like a tidal wave, the fleet materialized from the void. Countless strangely shaped alien warships, covered in chains, spikes, and various unidentified devices, appeared before the Imperial fleet. Their appearances were bizarre and peculiar: some resembled giant void whales, others resembled octopuses from ancient Terran texts, and still others had flat hulls. Hundreds of warships surged out, but this was merely the vanguard of the Randan alien fleet. Behind them, even more warships attempted to enter the real universe, and the battle moon, surrounded by the fleet, loomed in the distance.

"Prepare to detonate the floating mines we've deployed at Mandeville Point. Give them a little surprise," Ferrus said. In order to deal with the Randan fleet, Ferrus had made many preparations, and preparing the floating mines near Mandeville Point and installing the stealth field generator was one of them.

Under cover of cloaking positions, pre-set mines began to automatically search for targets. Various detection equipment scanned the vast Randan fleet, locking onto their targets. Hundreds, even thousands, of mines lashed out like arrows from a bow at the warping Randan warships. The Randan warships, newly emerged from the Warp, were undoubtedly the most vulnerable, unable even to evade. Under the barrage of multiple mines, their hastily deployed shields were repeatedly hit, and massive fireballs hundreds, even thousands, of meters in diameter enveloped the warships. The shields collapsed under the continuous onslaught. In a short period of time, more than a dozen Randan warships were destroyed by the minefields ambushed at Mandeville Point.

"We've confirmed that we've destroyed 15 warships and damaged more than a dozen, and we've used less than 3% of the mines we've used up." An Iron Hands technical officer reported to Ferrus.

"Keep controlling the mines. We must use this opportunity to wear down the enemy as much as possible." Ferrus nodded, quite satisfied with the outcome. Because Balder's absolute safety was crucial, the fleet couldn't simply block Mandeville Point. After all, knowing the existence of such an unreasonable War Moon, who knew if they blocked it, would they crush the enemy or be completely wiped out? However, as a second best option, deploying mines at all points was still feasible. So far, they were quite effective.

However, the Randan aliens soon demonstrated to Ferrus with their actions how the aliens that had worried Balder truly fought! As the mines continued to detonate, the Randan fleet finally realized something was amiss. All warships began to shrink their formation, simultaneously releasing countless small drones. Then, in the Imperial Fleet's tactical projection, the Randan fleet's size suddenly increased by more than tenfold!

"It's a simulated signal. We can't distinguish between the other party's bait and the real god."

"The Contemplator Engine sequence is analyzing the interference. We need time."

"The mines set to automatic enemy-seeking mode have been triggered! Damn it, most of the targets we hit are probably fake targets!" A series of dire messages were reported to Ferrus. And just at this moment, the Lord of Radiance approached.

"Respected Primarch of the Iron Hands, do you need any help?" the Lord of Radiance asked. "Give me an interface, and I can solve this problem."

"Then please." Ferrus made the decision in just a few tenths of a second. Then the Lord of Radiance connected to the Thinker sequence of the Iron Fist through the data cable and used the huge computing power to solve the distant battlefield.

"Their simulated signal method is quite interesting, superior to most Mechanicus. They are a technologically formidable enemy," the Lord of Radiance said to Ferrus as he calculated the situation. As time passed, the false targets on the projections were gradually eliminated. However, at this moment, the minefields deployed near Mandeville Point began to self-destruct one after another.

"It seems they invaded the Cogito formation in the minefield while we were dealing with the bait?" said Ferrus.

"Yes, they used this time to find the minefields and then detonated them," said the Lord of Glory.

"What detection method do you use? My stealth stance won't be cracked so easily." Ferrus said somewhat unwillingly.

"I'm not sure. In the future we need to capture the enemy's warships before we can analyze it. Of course, another possibility is psychic power." There was a hint of gloom in the eyes of the Lord of Glory. He was not afraid of opponents who played with technology. What he was afraid of was that the opponent could play with technology and psychic power at the same time, which would be troublesome.

After clearing the minefield, the Randan fleet finally appeared. It was then that everyone realized what they were facing. Thousands of Randan ships of various types formed a massive circular array, centered around two war moons. The ferocious fleet, the enormous war moons, and the drone swarms circling the fleet like a swarm of bees—the sheer size of the fleet created a tremendous pressure on everyone.

"What is that?" Ferrus looked towards the distant Randan fleet. Above War Moon One, a malevolent, indescribable presence seemed to be overlooking the battlefield. Its aura of destruction and brutality, its mind twisted, its mental shock like a tidal wave, and... contempt for him? Although no words were exchanged between the two, Ferrus sensed the other's disdain.

The enemy's terrifying mind began to scan the entire Imperial fleet. Even with void shields and specialized mental defense matrices, nearly every mortal bore immense mental pressure. The beings within War Moon One surveyed the Imperial fleet from left to right, seemingly considering how to most quickly defeat the enemy. Just then, a figure swiftly broke away from the Imperial fleet's line, the Endless Journey blocking the way between the two fleets. With their appearance, the opposing War Moon's scans paused.

Then, a Randan fleet broke away from the circular formation and charged towards the Endless Journey in the distance. Their profane weapons unleashed terrifying dark green beams and various solid ammunition. Firepower powerful enough to instantly destroy a battleship landed on the Endless Journey's shields, yet only a slight ripple was created. Then, the Endless Journey attacked, the first time it had used its primary weapon against an Imperial fleet!