Even without Sith roasting him, Fanros felt a sudden jolt in his heart the moment he thought of this, even though no eyes were watching.
Filled with immense fear, he pulled back his wild thoughts and quickly refocused his attention on what was in front of him.
"What now?"
As the organizer of this team, Fanros actually subconsciously asked Sith.
Sith tried his best to recall the proceedings of this trip to Verolia, and while wearing the greenskin crown, he walked out and said:
"Your experiment has failed. Take the opportunity while you still can and organize the fleet to evacuate immediately."
As he spoke, Sith had already walked out of the door. Facing the instantly suppressed hive mind and the sluggish Tyranid Swarm outside, he turned his head and added to Fanros:
"Of course, the prerequisite is to first beat back the greenskins and Tyranids crowding us."
Fanros nodded subconsciously, but looking at the glowing green crown on Sith's head, he felt a bit unconvinced.
Who said the experiment failed? Didn't you just put on the crown!
Fanros didn't have the guts to say this in front of Sith; he just nodded while preparing to command his troops to launch a counterattack.
But just as he turned his head, Fanros realized that the battlefield, which had previously been filled with the roar of artillery, had completely stopped its ground combat, except for the fleet overhead still being pounded by greenskins and the newly arrived Tyranids.
The scene was bizarre; the Tyranid Swarm had all stopped in place, as if the signal was poor, flickering between sluggishness and screeching, unable to move for a long time.
On the other side, the greenskins were staring dumbfoundedly at this human'shrimp' on the hilltop. Unlike the pure fear of being unable to win before, the Greenskin Boyz were not only looking at Sith timidly, but in the eyes of these greenskins who only knew how to fight, a rare sense of respect had emerged.
Seeing the greenskins looking at Sith with a hint of respect, Fanros's eyes widened.
After all, not only were these greenskins showing respect, but this respect was directed at a human!
If it weren't for Sith having a human appearance and the God-Emperor backing him, Fanros might have even thought that Sith was some kind of greenskin with powerful camouflage abilities!
After all, looking at the scene before him, if Sith were to suddenly climb up and shout 'Waaagh!', Fanros suspected that many of the greenskins below would likely accept Sith as their boss!
Thinking of this, Fanros even had a strange thought follow closely behind: didn't that mean if one day in the future Sith completely subdued this crown, he could also lead the greenskins to 'Waaagh!'?
Fanros's expression froze, the strangeness in his eyes deepening.
After all, thinking of some massive, overwhelming 'Waaagh!' with a human standing at the very front of countless fanatical greenskins, Fanros didn't know if this counted as the God-Emperor 'greening' Gork and Mork, or Gork and Mork 'greening' the God-Emperor...
However, the future Fanros imagined hadn't arrived yet, and Sith's current Waaagh! power could only barely ensure he could wear the crown.
After briefly stunning the entire field, as the sea of Tyranid ships arrived, the strengthened hive mind finally gradually regained control of the Tyranid Swarm.
The Greenskin Boyz below who had been looking timidly at Sith were pushed aside by countless hulking figures, and the higher-level Greenskin Bosses were not only unconvinced but looked even more furiously at this human who dared to wear the greenskin crown on his own head.
Even behind the Greenskin Bosses, there was an even taller battle chieftain, with a size comparable to half a'Stompa', driving a Morkanaut and charging furiously towards Sith.
Seeing the Morkanaut, the human defenders were almost instantly overrun.
Facing a Morkanaut equivalent to an Imperial Knight, this was no longer a contest that flesh and blood could participate in.
A large number of Astartes and Battle Sisters around them picked up their Bolters and fired Bolter fire madly, while the Black Watch also immediately increased the distance, using the heat rays in their hands to focus fire on the vulnerable parts of the Morkanaut.
But as the Morkanaut, driven by a war chieftain capable of ruling an entire planet, received a massive boost from Waaagh!, it actually charged right through the firepower.
Seeing this, Fanros wanted to pull Sith away to dodge, but just as he turned his head, he saw that Sith, after hesitating for a long time, had drawn the red sword of Khorne.
Accompanied by a certain pair of eyes in the Warp instantly overjoyed at seeing this scene, and the red light already beginning to vaguely emanate through the red sword, under Fanros's speechless gaze of 'Is this appropriate?', Sith actually charged towards the Morkanaut.
It wasn't a very complex battle; it was more like a simple test of strength between Sith and the war chieftain.
But as Sith's red sword actually pierced through the armor of the Morkanaut, representing Khorne's great victory over Gork and Mork, the red light that had originally just come from the red sword received a blessing of great joy from someone who had just defeated their arch-rival.
Facing the increasingly intense red light on Sith's body, even those around who didn't understand realized that this red light was truly somewhat disloyal.
Everyone looked at Fanros with confusion, and Fanros twitched the corner of his mouth several times, holding it in for a long time, before suddenly adopting an air of nonchalance as if nothing mattered anymore, and 'carefreely' said:
"Don't ask, just say it's the Throne's blessing."
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