However, the people behind him, seeing the unnatural radiance on Sith's body, held back for a long time before looking at Fanros one after another.
After all, since the Inquisitor hadn't spoken, they had to keep quiet, no matter how wrong it felt.
Feeling the gazes of those around him, Fanros also held back for a long time before finally looking somewhat annoyed:
"Didn't I already say! It's the Throne's blessing!"
The surrounding people shrank back after being snapped at by Fanros, and then the group watched as Sith actually hacked his way back in like that, their expressions extremely strange. They exchanged glances, seeing the same thought in their comrades' eyes:
"He is practically a god."
Sith returned to the basin, and Fanros ultimately did not leave the mountain peak.
He gathered nearly all his strength, pulling an aerial force from the warships and the base, while shouting directly into the communicator that he, Fanros, would absolutely not board the ship before Sith had evacuated.
It was unknown how much time had passed, but when a group of aircraft flew through the sky amidst the barrage of gunfire, and the flight group instinctively tried to pick him up first, Fanros anxiously grabbed the communicator and roared:
"Why are you saving me? The basin! If Lord Sith doesn't board the ship, I'll die right here today!"
Seeing that the flight group was wasting time trying to pick him up, Fanros was so angry he lost his composure and cursed.
Although the Imperium was full of illiterates and cursing was perfectly normal, for Fanros, who had managed to become an Inquisitor, this was simply unthinkable.
The other humans around him also cast astonished glances, but having received so many shocks today, everyone actually found it quite normal.
Until the flight group "carpet bombed" the area while forcibly landing to pick up the few remaining troops, Fanros's tense nerves finally relaxed only when he saw with his own eyes that Sith was the last one to walk into the transport.
Only after entering the transport where Sith was did he hurriedly order the pilot.
"Return to base, return to base immediately!"
Fanros was urgent, but the atmosphere inside the transport was not relaxed.
Fanros sensed something wrong. After speaking, he turned back to look at the survivors who had just survived the nightmarish basin, but they were all looking at Sith in front.
Sith, meanwhile, was watching the monitor in the transport, looking at the chaotic scene on the screen.
Fanros was stunned, stood carefully behind Sith, not daring to disturb him, and looked through the gap.
The place in the image was very familiar; Fanros recognized at a glance that it was the ground base that should have already begun evacuation.
But this base, which should have been receiving him and relying on transports to leave the surface, was now erupting with far more intense gunfire than when he had left.
Not to mention the ordinary Imperial Guardsmen, even the Astartes, Battle Sisters, and even the battle-hardened recruits from the groups Sith had brought had lost more than half their numbers, and the remainder were trapped on the mountaintop, roaring as they faced the endless, surging Tyranid Swarm beneath their feet.
"How could... it be like this?"
Fanros was completely stunned. He had thought of everything, but he had never imagined that after the plan succeeded, the final outcome would still be failure.
Sith, meanwhile, looked at the greenskin crown in his hand. The biggest difference from his memory now was that this crown had been activated for a bit too long.
And in response, the number of Greenskins and Tyranids rushing here was also far beyond expectations!
The Greenskins and Tyranids in the basin hadn't come out; they were still locked in fierce battle, but that hadn't reduced the number of xenos rushing to this location.
Looking at the screen, there were even more xenos besieging the base than when he had left.
Fanros was dumbfounded for a long while, then, the training of an Inquisitor made him grit his teeth and force himself to snap out of it.
He immediately entered the cockpit and looked at the orbit through the glass, wanting to see if they could go directly to space without returning to the base. But looking out, what he saw was no longer the fleet he had brought, but a single, solitary "battlecruiser," its shields completely failed, engulfed by a dark cloud of bombs, and its hull constantly taking hits from heavy Greenskin artillery!
In this state, even if they went up, it would just be dying in a different place...
The light had completely faded from Fanros's eyes. And what was even more desperate than the normal progression was that Fanros was not only going to die himself, but had also caused his allies to die, and dragged Sith along with him!
Regardless of anything else, to be an Inquisitor, at least in Fanros's eyes, the future of the Imperium was indeed more important than his own life.
So he could die, but Sith must live!
Fanros gritted his teeth, racking his brain for any other solution, while Sith finally withdrew his gaze, having confirmed via the monitor that the entire planet had been submerged by Greenskins and Tyranids.
Amidst the ship's hull trembling from the barrage of gunfire, inside the cabin, Sith looked at the despair-stricken Fanros and suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
Fanros looked up in confusion; Sith's face was still calm. Before Fanros could admire Sith's mindset, Sith spoke first:
"Fanros, do you trust me?"
Fanros was stunned, looked at Sith earnestly, and then nodded stiffly, unable to react.
Before Fanros could speak to express his stance, Sith saw this, took a deep breath, and pointed the hand he had placed on Fanros's shoulder toward the sky:
"Then, your battlecruiser."
"Give it to me!"
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