Fleets can rarely be described with words like "boundless" or "endless."
Unless, of course, you are facing the Tyranid Swarm, which is renowned for its sheer numbers.
But today, directly above the sector government that had been making things difficult for Van Roth for months, the Ancient Legions—the same ones that had clashed during the battle for Terra—gathered once again, blocking out the sun above as if to pay homage to the Emperor.
The warships were not new, arguably even ancient, but when they appeared, the Imperial Fleet docked nearby realized that their own Lord Sith was leading them and hurriedly disarmed, excitedly moving to join them.
As the two massive fleets in orbit slowly merged, Imperial frigates sailed alongside Chaos cruisers, and the Dark Mechanicum began emergency repairs on the Imperial battle barges.
The thousands of ships plunged the surface into night hours ahead of schedule!
And in that darkness, Van Roth's way of welcoming Sith back was to raise his power hammer high and smash the heads of the insects who had been giving him trouble for months into watermelon juice!
Aside from the fact that the sector government could not and dared not make things difficult anymore, it was also because Van Roth truly hadn't expected his Lord to bring so many Chaos Traitors out from the Eye of Terror!
He had previously thought about conserving combat strength, but with an army of this scale, there was no need to conserve anything!
Watching the last insect turn into a watermelon dessert before his power hammer, Van Roth panted, his face filled with the pleasure of catharsis.
Then, covered in blood—thanks to Khorne making an exception and opening a back door for the primary retainer at Sith's side, granting a blessing for this bit of blood and skulls—
When Van Roth stood before the remaining officials, carrying his hammer, stained with blood, and glowing with a red light, the officials were already burying their heads in fear, not daring to utter a word of blasphemy, let alone complain.
Even Van Roth, who had held on for so long, felt a sense of pent-up rage, thinking that he should have defected to Khorne to deal with these insects a long time ago.
Going through procedures? What procedure could be more convenient than simply smashing them all into watermelon juice?
With a sense of satisfaction, Van Roth slammed his hammer down, shattering the floor with a 'bang.' No longer hiding the crimson blessing upon him, he faced the officials kneeling on the ground:
"Military supplies, arrange for them to be delivered immediately."
"Not only for the Imperial side, but also for... the Legion veterans under Lord Sith."
The officials stiffened, looking up at the sky with expressions of despair.
What did he mean?
You want us to supply the Chaos Traitors directly?!
The officials opened their mouths several times, unable to squeeze out a word, until Van Roth, glowing with red light, glared at them viciously and made a motion as if to swing his power hammer again. The officials hurriedly swallowed and nodded in panic.
After all, if they didn't nod their heads on their necks now, they wouldn't need them for the rest of their lives.
Soon, even before Van Roth himself boarded a Transport to head to orac, supply teams from the sector had already taken off in droves from the surface of the world.
Countless Transports began desperately ferrying supplies to the fleet docked above. The dense points of engine light, when viewed from orbit, looked like fireflies swarming the entire world.
When Van Roth's Transport finally ascended, the dense swarm of Transports outside his porthole gradually gave way to the dark void. After a few more minutes, the scene that appeared before Van Roth was a boundless, massive sea of ships composed entirely of warships.
At this moment, the Loyalist and traitor fleets were mixed together, with the hangar doors of every warship wide open, constantly receiving Transports ferrying supplies.
The new recruits of the Imperial side excitedly switched to standard Imperial weapons, and the veterans of the Chaos side were finally able to replace their long-outdated ceramite armor plates.
Beyond these military supplies, there were even veterans who had endured torture for ten thousand years in the Eye of Terror, using bodies that had only just begun to normalize to attempt to consume normal food, something that had only existed in the depths of their memories.
At this moment, this massive fleet, known as the 'Sith Legion,' was ravenously devouring the massive amount of supplies sent up from the storage world below.
As for these supplies, there was no need for Van Roth, or even Sith, to speak; the officials below had voluntarily sent up all the supplies.
After all, the primary purpose of these supplies was to prevent the Chaos Traitors within the Eye of Terror from breaking out.
But now, the Chaos Traitors had not only broken out, but they had also followed the little Astronomican orac and jumped directly into their faces, and were now planning to assault Terra for the second time.
If these supplies weren't used now, there would be no reason for them to exist.
Therefore, they were no longer in a state of lacking supplies, even though the scale had multiplied countless times, and even though the Ancient Legions they brought out were equally destitute.
But with the reserves of an entire combat-ready sector to support them, there would be no more supply issues for Sith's upcoming Great Pilgrimage to Terra.
When Van Roth's Transport finally docked at the seventh-level hangar deck of orac.
Facing the Transport ships constantly delivering supplies and the army undergoing mass re-equipping directly on the deck, Van Roth observed that the most common thing these mixed Imperial and Chaos troops were doing was changing their unit insignias and uniform colors to those of the Sith Legion and black.
"Where is Lord Sith? The bridge or the cathedral?"
Van Roth grabbed an adjutant to ask. The adjutant, who was too busy to stop, was about to snap in anger, but then saw that it was Van Roth, and that he was... glowing with red light.
The adjutant's expression froze. He stared blankly at Van Roth for a moment, then hurriedly put away his strange look and bowed respectfully: "Lord Sith is currently on the bridge. Many officials from nearby planets have arrived to seek an audience. It is said that there is even an envoy from the High Lords of Terra, bringing a certification of loyalty from the Terran government."
The adjutant quickly relayed the information he knew to Van Roth. Upon hearing this, Van Roth quickly processed the news, and without taking the time to wipe the blood from his body, strode toward the bridge.
However, Van Roth's body, glowing with red light, was truly eye-catching, attracting countless stares along the way.
He arrived at Sith's bridge, walking directly through the crowd while ignoring the astonishment of the officials waiting bitterly outside for Sith.
These officials had not only brought large quantities of supplies, but many had also directly led warships and armies to answer Sith's call.
Although Sith had been issuing calls for some time, there had been very few responders. Their current initiative was not due to sudden enlightenment or fear that Sith would deal with them.
It was because when Sith truly brought the Ancient Legions out, they finally felt there was some hope for going to Terra.
And as long as there was hope, the Imperial forces responding to Sith immediately increased.
This was also the reason why Sith allowed these officials to appear outside his bridge.
These messages had been transmitted to Van Roth via a servo-skull as soon as he appeared on the deck and was detected by orac.
At the same time, orac, with inexplicable anxiety, kept urging Van Roth to head to the bridge as soon as possible.
Therefore, facing these officials, Van Roth really had no desire to engage with them, especially since he had just smashed a floor full of watermelon juice a few hours ago.
So when Van Roth appeared on the bridge, Sith, seeing that Khorne had actually started bestowing blessings upon the people around him, could not help but curse inwardly at how these Chaos Gods would stop at nothing to snatch people up.
He then turned back, and in the face of Daviello's futile and helpless attempts to persuade him otherwise, spoke with ironclad determination:
"I said, we are not going to Terra yet."
"Once the resupply is complete, all fleets must change course."
"I want to go to The Great Maelstrom again!"
Everyone frowned in helplessness. Van Roth, who had just entered, was stunned. Then, looking at the fleet of sufficient scale outside the porthole, he could not help but gasp at his Lord's appetite.
Was he going to fight Huron?
No!
He was going to drag all the Red Corsairs along as well, and then take the three human factions—Chaos, Imperial, and pirates—and 'return' to Terra together!
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