Without their war boss, and facing Sith with the greenskin crown on his head, the Greenskin Boyz chose to retreat.
The Tyranids, now left on their own and finding their coordination far less smooth than before, also chose to pull back, faced with the situation of having all firepower directed at them while still having to fight the greenskins to the death.
Then, they airdropped more spore cysts while intensifying their siege of the human fleet.
On the mountain, the humans, who had been fighting a bloody battle since they landed, finally welcomed a moment of respite.
In an open-air command post on the summit, Sith was watching Fanros constantly analyze the situation.
Alongside them were Astartes, Battle Sisters, the Astra Militarum Commander, and others.
However, unlike before when everyone was focused entirely on Fanros, everyone's gaze now drifted to Sith from time to time.
After all, facing a human wearing a greenskin crown, the group truly couldn't suppress the strangeness in their hearts.
Even Fanros would look up every few sentences to confirm whether Sith's head had exploded.
If it hadn't exploded, he would check if the crown that temporarily forced back the greenskins and Tyranids was still working.
Facing Fanros, who kept looking up at him every few sentences, Sith finally grew impatient. He stepped forward, ignoring the fact that he was the lowest in rank, and pointed at the map, saying:
"So, before we draw the attention of the greenskins and Tyranids away, our transport ships will be shot down the moment they take off."
"Even if we manage to dodge the ground fire, the alien warships in space will easily harvest us."
Sith took over the conversation. The people around him, especially Fanros, seeing that Sith was dissatisfied with their efficiency, showed no dissatisfaction on their faces; instead, they were a bit nervous.
Because even without mentioning the 'two' beings clearly standing behind Sith, the fact that only Sith could wear the crown meant Fanros and the others dared not let Sith feel even a hint of displeasure.
Otherwise, the moment Sith took off the crown, the greenskins and Tyranids would go crazy and charge back in.
Fanros hurriedly averted his attention from the crown on Sith's head and nodded in agreement:
"Right, so we need to dispatch a squad to lure the aliens deep into this basin, and finally, by blowing up the Aeldari spire at the entrance, we can temporarily trap the ground aliens in the basin."
"Without the ground fire, although the alien warships in space will still be troublesome, at least the evacuation will finally become feasible."
He pointed to the Aeldari spire clearly marked on the map; as a symbol of the Aeldari who once belonged to this world, it now stood quietly at the entrance of the basin.
"And as for how to lure them..."
Fanros didn't continue after saying this, but along with everyone else, he looked up at Sith.
Apart from the crown on Sith's head, everyone had no other choice.
And Sith obviously knew this, so facing the gazes cast by Fanros and the others, he stood up straight.
"I will go."
In the current situation, it was entirely a matter of shared glory or shared destruction, so Sith had nothing to worry about.
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