Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

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"What a grand drama! It allows us to witness the greed, cunning and evil in human nature. If possible, I really want to include this scene in my museum. I've already thought of a name, how about Raiders of the Lost Ark? Although that Bear gunship isn't much of a treasure, this drama is attractive enough!" Trazyn's vest said leisurely as he looked at the transmitted image.

The Emperor and the Traveler fulfilled their promise, allowing Trazyn to enjoy the pleasure of farming. But the Infinite, who had wandered the galaxy for tens of millions of years, was a restless man. He was not only a figure maker, but also a chronicler of history. He would always record valuable historical moments or interesting events.

For example, in this scene, a group of unidentified Space Marines and an equally unidentified group of Mechanicus have hatched a conspiracy against the VII Legion. Now, the two groups appear to be plotting a coup d'etat. And the VII Legion's members have also realized this problem. Hmm... This story is quite fascinating. If it weren't for the Emperor and the Traveler's powerful deterrent, Trazyn would have truly considered sending these actors packing...

"I'm content with my current life. Better not to take any risks." Trazyn's clone watched the video, gritted his teeth, and decided to suppress his desire to collect and remain a bystander. Besides the fact that he had the watchful eyes of his superiors, another important factor in Trazyn's decision was that he felt he was gradually regaining his "self." He had a vague feeling that his emotions and decisions were no longer "stress reactions" driven by deep-seated programming within the system. Instead, they were truly his own thoughts. The cloned "brain" within his body was beginning to have its own thoughts. This was a good thing, Trazyn knew; it was a sign of his gradually possessing a soul, and he cherished this opportunity.

"Humans are really very similar to our past. If the Necrontyr hadn't been cursed by the Star God, perhaps we would be the same as them. Looking at them is like looking at a reflection of our society tens of millions of years ago. Civilized creatures are so ridiculous. They always repeat what their predecessors did." Taraxin sighed.

"However, their behavior is indeed very interesting. If I also collect some of them and then sell some of them, will it become a new legend and history?" Trazyn's eyes glowed purple. Besides collecting and recording, Trazyn's favorite thing is to stir up trouble.

"Relic Hunter? I like that title." Trazyn's eyes flashed, and his processor began to work rapidly, considering something. "And then write a biography! That's it!"

Just as Trazyn was planning a new plan, Hydra and the Oil Man started fighting!

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"Viper, everything is ready. Electronic interference has cut off external communication. The Rattlers have completed the blockade of this area. We will be responsible for the attack together with Viper." A servant reported to Viper.

"Very good, launch the attack in 5 minutes. Repeat again, the first priority is to eliminate all enemy personnel. We may not be able to get the things, but we cannot let those who know our secrets leave!" Viper ordered.

"Follow your orders, Commander." The servant replied with his head slightly lowered. Then at this moment, suddenly, a group of strange-shaped robots emerged from the ground in front of him, and at the same time, not far away from him, a series of teleporting flashes flashed, and something rushed out!

"In the name of the God of Machines!" With the characteristic war cry of the Mechanicus, swarms of battle robots, heavy thralls, and other creatures the common man had never seen swarmed out of a distant cave. Under the command and control of the Datasmiths, Castellan robots unleashed a deadly hail of fire upon the distant Hydras. The heavy thralls charged at the distant enemy, their power weapons flashing with a chilling decomposition field.

"Damn it! They're prepared!" The moment the two sides came into contact, Viper realized that the enemy was strong and we were weak... And to make matters worse, the enemy was already prepared. Various beams and missiles bombed the Hydra positions into a mess. The Hydra, with less than 100 people in total, faced the swarm of battle robots and were quickly suppressed.

"Flesh and blood are weak, only machines are eternal!" Sage Mo Jin looked at the data transmitted from the front line with a smile on his face. "What a legion soldier, he's nothing more than this!"

"Where there are machines and knowledge, the followers of the God of All Machines are unbeatable." Sage Morkin couldn't help but be complacent about his plan. In reality, before the two sides began collaborating, their combat capabilities were roughly equal. Otherwise, the moment they met, they wouldn't just sit down and negotiate, but rather the stronger would crush the weaker. However, in the intervening period, the Hydra's combat power remained unchanged. The Mechanicus, with their skill and ability to "use local materials," could simply scavenge whatever they could from the ruins of this industrial world, and with some "wetware," they could assemble a fleet of war machines. And, even more coincidentally, this time, the Hydra had arrived on their territory...

However, the Hydras, lacking heavy firepower, did not sit idly by. Realizing their situation was hopeless, they began to consider retreat. Teams utilized the terrain and their limited weaponry to block the attacks of the opposing assembled combat machines. Explosive bombs, incendiary guns, lasers, and missiles, unleashed with immense power by the Hydras' exquisite skill, decimating team after team of robots. Using their own skills and tactics, the Hydras managed to temporarily contain the opposing offensive. However, as the two sides engaged in a chaotic battle, a specialized Bear gunship equipped with a stealth field generator, surveyed the battle from the planet's suborbital orbit.

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"Although I had expected this, I was still very shocked when I saw all this. The enemy not only comes from outside, but also from inside." Sigismund said with a gloomy face as he looked at the "live broadcast" in front of him.

Polux's technology was trustworthy. A key component of the Bear gunship contained a special-frequency transmitter, similar to a black box. The communication frequency and method employed were extremely discreet, forming part of the overall "black box" system. Only by enclosing it in an energy field or stasis zone could it be completely blocked. Unfortunately, the thief on the other side didn't know about it. Using technical positioning and other detection methods, Polux finally pinpointed the enemy's location.

However, many problems in this world aren't easily solved simply by your ability. If they involve other Legions and the Mechanicum, the situation becomes even more complex. Sigismund naturally sought the advice of the Primarch, whose response was simple: preserve the necessary evidence and eliminate the rest. At this moment, Dorn was ready to take matters into his own hands!

"What should we do?" asked Pollax, the deputy.

"Blow up that hill, and then I'll personally lead the troops to wipe out both sides below. That's it!" Sigismund said, and walked towards the lower deck. Obviously, the work in the air was given to Pollax.

"Okay, we'll solve this problem in 15 minutes. I wish you a smooth operation." After saying that, Pollax began to adjust the flight status of the gunship. He needed to approach the opponent carefully, and after knocking out the main firepower point, he would also let go of Sigismund's assault troops!

So, more than ten minutes later, as the Mechanicus and the Hydra were locked in a fierce battle, a volcanic cannon rained down from the sky onto the battlefield. The powerful Titan-class weapon destroyed most of the Mechanicus's headquarters! Before the enemy could react, the Great Crusade's top warrior, accompanied by a group of subordinates, roared down and charged at the still-dispirited Hydra. The entire battle could be described as a crushing defeat.

However, the final result surprised Sigismund. They successfully captured several prisoners, but in the end, they turned into a pool of blood shortly after being captured. This was because they had injected themselves with a special flesh-eating virus before the battle. When they died or were artificially activated, their bodies were completely destroyed. This also made the Imperial Fist's plan to confirm their identity through gene seed fail.

As for the Mechanicus? Their actions were equally decisive. Sage Morgin activated the self-destruct sequence, and everyone, including him, was reduced to a heap of twisted metal in a stream of flames, fulfilling his original oath.

"A terrible operation, wasn't it?" Sigismund sighed as he stood on the shattered battlefield. Afterward, Sigismund cleaned up the battlefield and reported the relevant information to Dorn. There was no need for Sigismund and his team to linger here any longer.

"What a wonderful farce!" Trazyn sighed as a spectator. It reminded him of the plots and schemes he'd faced as a Necrontyr. Trazyn disliked, even hated, these things, so he chose to become a traveler, collector, and recorder.

"Okay, time to get out of here." Trazyn began packing. But then, a sudden change of mind struck him: he could join in on this "game." The Necrons possessed so many goodies; even a small glimpse would be enough to draw scramblers. Trazyn didn't care about making money; he cared about having fun. Unknowingly, the Necron Overlord had begun his downward spiral into the abyss of the fun-seeker.

"Well, that's a good idea." Trazyn said, stroking his chin.

Chapter 233: Russ on the Shana Front

"Badr, my brother, I finally understand what you mean. Even if we assess our galaxy with the utmost malice, it's still far from enough." Russ sighed. Six months ago, the Space Wolves arrived on the Forge World of Xana. Here, under the leadership of Jonson, the First Legion had been engaged in a long battle against the Randan xenos.

Relying on the support of the Space Wolves, Zhuang Sen decisively launched a powerful offensive. With the help of the Space Wolves Fenris Fang Star Fortress, under the siege of the First Legion's three Glorious Kings and thousands of battleships, the two legions paid a huge price and finally destroyed at least 7 Randan star fortresses and 1 medium-sized war moon as well as more than four digits of Randan battleships!

However, the price was heavy. Over 400 Dark Angels and Space Wolves capital ships were destroyed, with over 300 damaged or in need of major repairs. The Dark Angels also lost three star fortresses. Of course, the majority of these losses were borne by the First Legion, but even so, the Space Wolves paid a heavy price.

Russ led seven Great Companies and his own Chaplains, totaling over 7 Space Wolves. After the battle, nearly 3.2 casualties and over 1 capital ships were lost. Russ's Space Wolves were effectively incapable of continuing the offensive, only able to maintain their position. The Dark Angels suffered similar losses, but the First Legion was vast and powerful. Jonson arrived at Shana with at least 100 Dark Angels, intending to use this base as a base for advancing into the heart of Randan.

The two Primarchs subsequently negotiated, with Russ and the remaining Space Wolves remaining behind to defend Shana, securing the Dark Angels' retreat, while the Dark Angels Legion continued its advance. This plan perfectly suited the situation at the time. The Dark Angels still had over 11 troops at their disposal, a force larger than most legions. Although Rus's Legion had been severely damaged, its offensive strength was sufficient, but its defense was.

If things had reached this point, it could be said that the First and Sixth Legions had paid a heavy price but still achieved victory. However, not long after, while commanding his fleet into deep space, Jonson encountered what appeared to be the main fleet of Randan. With three War Moons in hand, Jonson reluctantly led the Dark Angels fleet back to their starting point and began to establish a defensive position, centered on the Forge World of Xana.

The fleets of the two legions were insufficient to guarantee the safety of Xana. The Randan aliens eventually broke through their blockade and delivered tens of millions of slave soldiers and elite Randan troops to Xana's surface. Thus, a series of meat-grinder-like battles ensued around the Forge World. Jonson and Russ lacked the power to defeat their adversaries, yet they had their reasons for not giving up. Both sides fought with utmost perseverance to maintain the front line. By now, Russ's forces had been reduced to approximately 1.5 men. Not only had he suffered heavy casualties among the frontline combatants, but a large number of his highly skilled priests had also been drawn into this meat-grinder battle.

Russ wasn't sure how much longer the Dark Angels could hold out, but he knew the Space Wolves would struggle to maintain their power for much longer. Before the Battle of Randan, the Space Wolves Legion was actually quite large. Balder once said that each Grand Company averaged 6000 men, with 13 Grand Companies totaling 7.8. Beyond the normal Grand Company formations, Russ and Balder actually had other formations, such as accompanying Iron Priests, Rune Priests, and Wolf Priests. There were also Honor Guards attached. The total force was over 9. This number was already significant, considering that at its peak, the Space Wolves only had 11 to 13 men. And that was before the Heresy.

However, such a strong force suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Randan. After two consecutive fierce battles with Randan, the Space Wolves suffered over 2.5 casualties! The Space Wolves also took on combat missions in other directions. Minus the garrisons and new recruits stationed in various places, the total number of regular frontline troops that the Space Wolves could mobilize did not exceed 3! In fact, the Space Wolves Legion was still bleeding on the battlefield of Shana.

Besides the immense pressure of the Randan xenos on the battlefield, Russ and Jonson's relationship was also quite ordinary. In other words, the Space Wolves and the Dark Angels Legion had never truly become friends. The Space Wolves did maintain good relations with Asmodeus and Nemean. However, this did not guarantee a good relationship between the Space Wolves and the other Dark Angels orders. As powerful as the Order of the Circle of Ruin was, its actual strength was less than one-sixth of that of the Dark Angels! The Dark Angels were more accustomed to solving problems on their own. Their so-called cooperation with allies simply meant that the latter were responsible for a specific aspect, making it unlikely for other legions to interfere in the deeper levels of Dark Angels command.

For example, the last time the Space Wolves and Dark Angels attacked War Moon 3 together, their partnership was like, you attack from the left, I'll attack from the right... Now, with the Space Wolves suffering continued losses, Russ realized that it was becoming increasingly difficult for his own forces to shoulder the entire mission in a single strategic direction. Simply put, Russ felt his legion could no longer afford to outlast the enemy, while the Dark Angels could.

Rus was in a real predicament right now. He was trying desperately to gather his strength, but the reality was that the Space Wolves were already nearing their limit, and worse still, something was happening that could not be shared with outsiders. And what about the Space Wolves' allies? Ferrus, Krakos, and Guilliman had also participated in the previous battle, suffering heavy losses and now recovering. Horus's line had no intention of participating in this campaign, and Dorn had followed the Emperor. Perturabo, the Khan, and Sanguinius had recently returned, and their Legions were still in the process of regrouping. Rus was unfamiliar with the other returning Primarchs.

"In fact, we can let Lord Balder rush here, even if he only brings his flagship Endless Journey. After all, in the last war, Endless Journey directly damaged War Moon No. 1." Captain Homiel Longgang whispered.

"My ally didn't come, and he must have his reasons. He will come when we need him." Russ raised his head and said with a slightly dejected look. "Alright, you can go down first. Let's not talk about this anymore."

"My Lord..."

"Don't mention it again." Ruth emphasized.

"Okay." Homir Longgang hesitated to speak, but still saluted and left the hall.

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"In the future, there will always be things you need to deal with on your own." Russ recalled what Balder had said to him when they met before participating in this battle. Then, Russ fell into deep thought.

"My brother..." Russ sighed, recalling his interactions with his ally. The more they spent together, the less he understood him. However, the only thing Russ was certain of was that he truly considered himself a friend. This comforted Russ, because, in his view, it was an honor to have someone far more powerful and wise than himself, a man who could rival the Emperor, willingly make a pact of brotherhood with him.

What Ferrus could see, Rus could see, too, and Rus's sense of smell was even sharper! He'd long since recognized Balder's problem. Every time he met Balder, he'd felt he was becoming more powerful and indescribable. This time, especially, when he saw Balder, he had a vague feeling he was facing a behemoth hidden beneath the surface of the water, perhaps even a world! He even felt that the entity he'd faced before, called the "World Engine," was far inferior to the current Balder. Rus was indeed born in a savage world, but his sense of smell and his instincts allowed him to see through many things.

Although the two were not together now, they kept in touch frequently. If before, they chatted to relieve stress, now, Balder was meticulously teaching Russ what to do. In his words, Balder repeatedly reminded Russ to make her own decisions, learn to remain calm, not act rashly based on her own good or bad behavior, and learn to handle various situations.

Russ had a vague feeling that his ally might leave him and the Space Wolves. Regarding Balder's situation, Russ questioned the Emperor and the Sigillite. The Sigillite claimed he knew no more than Russ did, while the Emperor stated that Balder had his own mission. He also hinted that Russ had no business interfering in such matters.

If Guilliman was skeptical and unwilling to believe in myths and legends, then Russ was a fatalist.

He believed that there was a force guiding him to complete a certain mission. Similarly, when the Emperor said that Balder would have his own mission, Russ also vaguely guessed what mission his ally would carry out.

"Ferus is very good, at least he is very good within the standard. But it is obvious that he cannot deal with super-standard existences. Even on War Moon No. 1, Ferus and his legion can hardly cope with it. Jonson, this newly returned brother, carries an indelible coldness and determination. I thought that I, who grew up in Fenris, was accustomed to life and death and extinction, but what I can be sure of is that my brother is even more cruel and ruthless than me. He and his legion are the sharpest swords of the Emperor, and I am not. However, even with his excellence and the strength of the First Legion, the Randan aliens still suppressed us to death. The Emperor gave Jonson a chance, but he was obviously not the one destined to complete this task." Russ whispered, walking in the empty hall, thinking about the future.

"Horus... He escaped from this war, and his reasons were so sufficient. Well, I would rather call it a high-sounding reason. A person who is just doing superficial work, that's all." Rus's emotions were a little complicated.

"I wish you well, my ally. If you need my strength for humanity and the Emperor, I will offer my all: myself, my Legion, and my fiefdom," Russ said firmly. Therefore, faced with such a predicament, he did not ask Balder for help. He hoped that his ally would be better prepared, that Balder and the Endless Journey could be deployed at their peak strength and advantage, and thus win this war. Until then, he could only persevere, persevere, and persevere!

"My lord, Captain Gana Ganshilt of the First Company has arrived." The servant's voice came from outside the door.

"Ganhilt? Let him in." Rus glanced at the digital map. A blue dot had been swallowed by red. Undoubtedly, a Space Wolves stronghold had been lost. Rus estimated that at least 400 Space Wolves, along with more than 20 times that number of Mortal Auxiliaries, Mechanicus Legions, and other units, had been lost.

"My Lord. We have lost Fort 15. All remaining troops have been annihilated." Ghana Ganshilt bowed and said. He must have just returned from the front lines, his Centurion Terminator armor covered in scars. He gasped, his lungs like a giant bellows.

"Is it confirmed that the entire army was wiped out? Did the Randan aliens not receive any additional reinforcements?" Rus asked.

"It's confirmed that we have already started to act after the psychic defense matrix of Fortress No. 15 was severely damaged. Because, facing the brain eaters of Randan and their terrifying dark technology, once the psychic defense matrix is ​​destroyed, their psychic energy can gradually invade our personnel. The Space Marines and the Mechanicus are better off, but the rebellion of the mortal legions is just a matter of time. So, before that, I took my guards deep into it and prepared to detonate the core reactor. We wanted to bring back some people before, but the brain eaters' psychic energy interfered with our transmission. In the end, we could only withdraw a very small part." Ghana Ganshilt said.

"Have all the people brought back been quarantined?" Ruth asked.

"They've been isolated, and they'll be psychically cleansed by specialized Untouchables. After the necessary brainwashing, they can be released," said Ghana Ganshilt. Some corruption and influences aren't immediately apparent, but as long as they're psychically inclined, the Untouchables can handle them. Simply by walking around the identified individual, they're done. It's this unconventional ability that makes this type of identification possible. Of course, in addition to psychic screening, there will also be electronic screening and technical processing. After all, Ran Dan's strength isn't just in his psychic abilities.

"It's all done. Now that you're back, just take a break. I'll replace you with another Dalian player." Russ said with a sigh.

"Sir, you forgot that my Dalian was the last batch to be replaced. The other Dalians have already been replaced, but the reinforcements have not arrived yet..." said Ghana Ganshilt.

"It's okay. Let the specialized technical and psychic personnel stay, and I will take the guards up. Also, except for the new equipment we are using now, give the rest to the Dark Angels. Don't let these precious things gather dust in the warehouse." Rus ordered.

Chapter 234: Zhuang Sen on the Shana Front

"My Lord, the Holy Flame Titan Legion, the Iron Heart Titan Legion and the Flame Wing Titan Legion have been completely wiped out in the battle of the Hassul Hive. Including other scattered Titan forces, we have lost more than 300 Titans in this battle. The above-ground part of the entire hive has been occupied, and our humans and the Mechanicus forces are relying on complex underground structures to resist." Urian reported to Jonson sitting on the throne.

"Can the anti-psychic matrix in the underground part function normally? Can the defense facilities consume enough elite Randan troops?" Zhuang Sen asked.

"We have gained the support of the Sisters of Silence, who are experts in countering psychic forces. Furthermore, before the battle, we completely transformed the underground part of this hive city, transforming it into a defensive fortification, production center, and maze. All troops assigned to it only know a part of the area they are in. Even if the Randan aliens can infiltrate and control some of them, they will not be able to get a glimpse of the entire defense line."

"A large number of legion soldiers and hidden forces in the legion are used to defend this fortress. We can fully utilize our sufficient preparations to snipe the core personnel of the Randan aliens. This will be a bloody war of attrition, but I believe we can achieve final success." Urian reported.

The Space Wolves were unable to sustain the attack, and while the well-heeled Dark Angels could manage to hold on, they were also at a loss as to how to break the deadlock. In space, the Dark Angels and Space Wolves, relying on the remaining star fortresses and the Queens of Glory, managed to establish a defensive line, preventing the Randan xenos fleet from bombing the ground. However, this was the limit of the human empire.

Honestly, if they really put on airs and fought recklessly, the Randan aliens could defeat the fleet before them. Even if they couldn't completely annihilate it, they could still force them to abandon Shana due to the heavy losses they suffered. Because within these three war moons, there existed a Supreme Mastermind, who was no less powerful than the one in War Moon 1, perhaps even more so. Add to that the support of the two war moons, the surrounding star fortresses, and the vast fleet, and the Dark Angels would be powerless even if they tried to steal!

Perhaps the Dark Angels did have some equipment that would amaze Ran Dan, but the gap between the two sides on the psychic level was too great. The mental temptation from the Supreme Mastermind spread across most of Shana's Forge World, and only within the range of the psychic matrix could the Imperial Legion barely maintain its self-control.

Despite their advantage, the enemy remained steady. Having already lost three War Moons and numerous Masterminds and Brain Eaters in the battle against humanity, the Randan Overlords felt the pain deeply. The death of the Supreme Mastermind of War Moon Number One in particular made the Randan Aliens extremely cautious. They preferred a slow but steady approach, gradually defeating their opponents, to the absolute avoidance of risky tactics. Those capable of attacking chose caution, and the defending side had an opportunity to not only temporarily consolidate their front but also formulate a plan to deplete the Randan Aliens.

Zhuang Sen discovered that during the battle, the core population of Randan aliens was very small. While both the Bone Eaters and Brain Eaters were extremely powerful, their numbers were few. The Randan mental network was indeed powerful, allowing them to control millions of slave soldiers. However, when the nodes in this mental network were impacted, the backlash was also severe. After killing a Brain Eater or a certain Bone Eater commander, the Randan army on the battlefield would fall into chaos. The wails and shock of the deceased would greatly affect other troops.

Randan's military technology is very close to their psychic system. Those vehicles floating in the air and the strange octopus-shaped creations are indeed very powerful, and there are many that can match the Titans, but the number of these elite war machines is also very small. The equipment of Randan's slave troops is very backward, basically the weapons used by the slaves before.

The Randan aliens' previous tactic was to exterminate other civilizations, obtaining vast numbers of slaves as consumables. After the enemy was nearly depleted, their elite troops would advance. After victory, they would obtain another batch of cannon fodder. This was how they used war to support war.

The Randan aliens had used this tactic so skillfully, crushing countless aliens along the way. It seemed as if the unification of the galaxy was just around the corner. But who could have imagined that, at this very moment, they would encounter a race called humans! A race capable of attritioning their endless stream of slave soldiers while also fighting off Randan's elite warriors!

The Randan aliens frightened humanity, but didn't humanity also frighten the Randan aliens? Especially at the beginning, the loss of two war moons further challenged the already overpowered Randan Overlord to a higher dimension. Although the Traveler successfully plotted against the Randan Overlord, the Overlord was somehow aware of the Traveler's presence. Such battles between near-gods are often not simply about fighting, but about calculation and conspiracy.

As the Emperor's sharpest sword, Jonson had already grasped certain characteristics of the Randan aliens. Thus, Jonson's plan was to engage in large-scale engagements on the planet's surface, primarily to deplete the Randan's elite war machines. While the endless sea of ​​slaves was a proven tactic against other civilizations and legions, it proved ineffective against the forbidden weapons of the Dark Angels and the enraged Space Wolves. Weapons such as psychic phages and mind whips were specifically designed to target the Randan's psychic network. Once this network was destroyed, the slave army would naturally collapse, and even launch a counterattack.

Therefore, as a last resort, the Randan aliens dispatched a large number of their own elite troops, more than a dozen Titan legions of the human empire, and more than 300 flying dragons and bear gunships, and fought a series of brutal battles in numerous hive cities, forges and industrial facilities densely spread across the planet.

In the horrific battles of the Landmark, the survival times of the various war vehicles commonly used by the Legion were practically measured in minutes. To the point that even the Dark Angels, who valued honor above all else, no longer used time to mark past glory and achievements on their war vehicles, as the average survival time on the battlefield did not exceed 20 combat hours. Only war machines of the Reaver Titan or above had a slight chance of surviving.

Even after the entire Titan Legion was destroyed and shattered, the war would not be over. The Lion King would not allow the Randan aliens who controlled the ground to continue advancing. Thousands of Dark Angel warriors relied on underground offensives and passages to constantly harass and attack the Randan aliens, forcing them to enter the traps set by the Dark Angels and engage in endless killing with the Dark Angels in the latter's familiar environment until one of the sides was completely destroyed.

The Lion King calculated the power and leverage of both sides with absolute ruthlessness. He feared no sacrifice, so long as it yielded greater results. He would unhesitatingly throw his troops into a losing battle, a battle with no chance of survival, in order to gain a broader strategic advantage. Most of his plans had already achieved their intended objectives, but one concern gnawed at him: he seemed to have underestimated the strength of the opposing Randan army. Despite clearly incurring a greater price, their offensive remained fierce.

"My lord, there is new battle report from the Space Wolves." Asjos said to Jonson.

"Tell me about my brother's situation." Zhuang Sen paused and continued.

"Fortress No. 15, which was under the charge of the Space Wolves, was breached and only one in a hundred people survived. However, they immediately detonated the reactor and the Randan aliens were severely damaged." said Asjos.

"If I remember correctly, my brother's available combat forces should have been reduced to a very low level? Is that right?" Zhuang Sen asked.

"Yes, although the Space Wolves Legion still has a size of more than 10,000 people, many of them are Iron Priests and Rune Priests. The former maintain the operation of precious war equipment on the entire front line, while the latter are the core of the psychic defense matrix. They can't go directly to the battlefield. And those experienced pilots can't be used as ordinary infantry either." Asjos paused and continued.

"In addition, the Space Wolves' supply ship has just arrived and handed over more than half of their war machines and supplies to us. They no longer have enough legionnaires to operate these weapons, including 6 precious Dragon gunships and more than 50 Bear gunships. And at least a thousand Centurion Terminator armors, Iron Wolf mechas and Giant mechas." Asjos said.

"These precious supplies are enough to support at least half a Titan Legion. They're even more effective than a full Titan Legion!" Zhuang Sen said with considerable satisfaction, a hint of a smile breaking through his cold, serious face. Within the Legion, each unit has a specific counterpart. The Bear Gunship is the counterpart to the Warlord Titan, and the Dragon Gunship is the counterpart to the Emperor Titan. When these highly mobile units are deployed in large numbers, their effectiveness is far greater than that of ground-based Titans. The equipment Russ transferred is undoubtedly a timely help.

"My lord, we lack a sufficient number of qualified crews and maintenance capabilities." Asmodeus said softly, and Zhuangsen's smile froze on his face in an instant.

"I remember that the entire crew training work was arranged based on a balance of more than three times?" The Lion King said with a twitch of his mouth.

"Yes, three times the balance. However, since the two Legions began cooperating, we've already received several shipments of equipment from friendly forces, and the excess personnel have already been deployed. Furthermore, due to the brutal fighting, ships often return with heavy crew losses," Asmodeus reported. This was something the Dark Angel had personally experienced. The Dark Angel's second Dragon gunship, the Vengeance Blade, successfully returned after a suicide mission, suffering severe damage to 3% of its hull and eight of the Legion's ten pilots.

Asmodeus was in a terrible state at that time. After all, according to the research of the technical staff within the Dark Angels, they originally believed that the Thinker array of the Dragon gunship, or the core of some simple AI should be on the command bridge. Who knew that after the shield of the command bridge of the Blade of Vengeance was broken and it was hit by a bullet, and the pilots were almost dead, this guy actually flew back!

"It's a complete black box. We have no idea about the internal principles and the core of the system. All we can do is replace the parts according to the manual. Fortunately, most of the Dragon gunships are modular. As long as the main structure is not damaged, we can just replace the corresponding parts." A technical sergeant from the Broken Claw Order described the Dragon gunship in this way.

Although the Dark Angels are awesome, they are obviously not awesome enough to copy the Dragon Gunship. This technique is even more difficult than the Emperor Titan. If the Dark Angels have the ability to copy the Dragon Gunship, then they can definitely also copy the Emperor Titan.

However, this time, the Vengeance Blade was clearly beyond the Dark Angels' repair capacity, and subsequently, this valuable war machine was sent to the maintenance station in the Space Wolf Star Fortress for in-depth repairs. To this day, the Vengeance Blade has not yet completed repairs and maintenance.

"So how did the Space Wolves solve this problem?" asked Jonson.

"They have been equipped with these weapons for a longer time and have made more preparations. At the same time, the proportion of Iron Priests, our technical sergeants, in their legions is very high. These Iron Priests can also serve as pilots when necessary. Of course, in our opinion, there may be some hidden dangers in doing so. But it does save a lot of manpower." Urian said.

Urian made two points. The first was obvious to everyone; it was the Space Wolves' own equipment, so being well-prepared was perfectly natural. The second was also obvious to everyone, but it couldn't be stated directly. In reality, both gunships had issues with their core systems. The Mutalisk gunship used AI, otherwise what Asmodeus had encountered wouldn't have happened. After all, even if it was an Emperor Titan, if the main control room was blown up, it would be irrecoverable.

The Bear gunship is also undergoing iterations, and during this process, some AI technology has been incorporated, alleviating operator stress. Of course, some versions sold externally lack AI. After all, if a more conservative operator were to discover a problem and then take it to task, that would be a real problem. Internally, the Space Wolves are somewhat unbridled, and everyone is aware of this. AI can indeed reduce operator stress and shorten training cycles.

Chapter 235 Lion and Wolf (6K)

What was the Dark Angels' attitude toward these things? Initially, they were quite resistant. After the Space Wolves delivered the first batch of gunships, the Dark Angels not only inspected them but also disabled many of the AI's permissions. However, with the outbreak of the Battle of Randan, the entire Legion was suddenly on edge, and some of the more insightful individuals realized that some tasks could indeed be handled by AI-assisted operations rather than by their own rookie pilots. So, Urian tentatively raised this issue with the Primarch.

"It seems that it is time to talk to my brother." Zhuang Sen said after a moment of contemplation.

"Alachios, send a telegram to the Heracles Fenr and tell them that I hope to meet my brother at the front-line base No. 8. There needs to be deeper cooperation between our two legions." Zhuang Sen said.

"Is it Base No. 8? In fact, we can meet on the Invincible Rationality instead of going to a front-line base." Urian said.

"The Space Wolves participated in the Battle of Randane from the outset, single-handedly destroying an entire war moon. Their contributions and dedication are undeniable, and we must show them the full respect. So be it," Jonson said. Jonson was the de facto supreme commander in this Battle of Shana, after all, Jonson had more men and more guns. Cooperation between the two sides was good, but only good enough, not comparable to the partnership between the Space Wolves and the Iron Hands. After all, during the First Battle of Randane, Ferrus had full confidence in Balder, and Balder had handed command of the Space Wolves fleet to Ferrus.

"As you wish." Urien bowed.

"Alright, adjust our defenses according to Plan 10. This war must continue until our enemies bleed to their last drop of blood," Jonson ordered. "Corswain, you stay and organize the meeting minutes."