"Amyddoton's warning signal has been upgraded to red."
A large amount of communication and busy operations filled the air with the smell of enthusiasm. Mortal officers were constantly busy coming and going, and servo skulls were hovering in the air, projecting clear data projections.
At the feet, the legendary divine beast is inlaid among gold and gems, stretching its body on the marble surface.
Its owner commanded the giant ship under his feet, and no matter how high or low a military rank was, he had to obey the command.
Randall, the commander of the White Temple, listened to the report of the Stars, nodded to express his gratitude, and looked at the officers around him, who were all commanding one of the fleets.
But in fact, most of the people present were just a projection, and the translucent images were shining from time to time, and only Soshiyan and the chief star speaker, Ambai Tulan.
The meeting was as calm as before.
Randall looked at Soshiyan, and the other party wanted to express clearly, so he turned to the only person present who had not made a report yet.
“Master Tulan.”
Hearing his name called, the old man raised his head and then turned his back to look like he was listening.
"Apart from warnings, are there more news about Amyddoton?"
"Not yet, sir."
Master Tulan was panting, his loose skin was shaking at the top of his neck wearing a silk robe.
"There is neither news about Amyddoton, nor from other places."
The answer is the same as expected, now they are deaf, the same as when the storm tried to drive them out of the subspace.
Although they were helped by the Souls of Unbound, they were traveling all the way through the sub-space storm, but they were only limited to not being lost. Long-distance communication was still blocked, and they were rushing to a completely unknown battlefield.
Randall didn't want this, he would not fight unprepared wars.
"Okay, thank you and your tribe for your efforts."
Master Tulan took a deep breath and responded with regret:
“In a recent attempt to connect with Amyddoton across the storm, we lost two more Stars.”
The old man stopped, his breathing became more and more difficult, and Soshyan could see the exhaustion all over him. The old man seemed to have a fever, and a drop of blood slid from the corner of his mouth as he spoke.
"Sir, you can't continue like this anymore. Even in a dream, the storm will sweep across our hearts, just like they have life, just like they-"
"You have to keep trying."
Randall's tone was hard and very harsh.
Master Tulan wanted to speak and continue speaking, but Randall did not give him this opportunity.
"Nothing is more important than this, no!"
Master Tulan was silent for a while and nodded.
This was a death order, and Soshiyan knew that, whether voluntarily accepting or resisting, Randall was ordering his star speaker to give his life.
But they have no choice. All of them suffer losses in unremitting efforts. The duty of loyalty at the cost is the essence of loyalty.
Despite this, he could still feel the imprint left by the blind eyed empty eyes on his back.
In the eyes of many people, Soshiyan is a kind and kind man, and he is looking forward to what the commander of the battle group from other battle groups said.
"Master Tulan, please go down and rest first. The communications of Amyddoton can only be searched at a minimum."
Soshyang raised his right fist and slapped it in the chest, offering his respect in the manner of a Space Marine.
With a gratitude expression, Master Tulan simply bowed and then dragged his body away. Feng Zhunn's back seemed to fall down at any time.
The other projections disappeared one by one, and in the end only two battle leader were left.
Randall frowned and stared at the star-speaking man's departure back. A feeling of uneasiness lingered around him. Even if he stood there without moving, there was a depressing momentum, just like a predator trapped in a cage looking outward.
Soshyan knew that Randall was an upright and respectable person, and was not as cruel as he had just been, because the responsibilities he shouldered sometimes made him extremely extreme.
"You should tell me if you have any worries, brother."
Randall gave Soshyan a reproachful look and shook his head.
"The red alarm means that Amyddoton is at risk of being fully occupied. We don't know the situation of Greenskin. Perhaps the track is filled with their fleets. Once we appear, we may be involved in a fierce battle... The army of losses cannot afford to bear, and we cannot move forward blindly."
"But what he said makes sense, brother."
Soshiyan looked at the place where Master Tulan had just stood.
"We can't continue like this anymore. They can't hold on. If all the Stars are sacrificed, we will still be deaf."
"But it is also necessary to establish a connection with Amyddoton, because only after understanding the situation can we make the right decision, when and how to intervene."
Randall's tone was calm and stable, Soshiyang nodded, still looking at the place where the Star Speecher had just stood.
"That's right, but I don't mean that."
Soshiyang frowned, his eyebrows tangled together.
“It is not wise to consume the Starspeople.”
The fleet is still wandering in the subspace, but the storm shows no sign of weakening. If there is any change, it will become more violent.
If it weren't for Atani's amazing spiritual power as a guide, it might have been completely destroyed.
According to Atani's speculation, the reason for the storm of this level is probably green skin.
According to her many years of experience in the Great Expedition, if it was really a storm caused by the outbreak of the psychic energy of the Green Skin in a certain battle, the green Skin near the galaxy would soon be induced and would soon be devoted to the war. This is the energy of the ‘Waaagh!’ described by some alien scholars.
"For another idea, the subspace storm is so surging, it is a barrier for us, and it is also a barrier for green skins. They are not so easy to rush from alien systems to the battlefield."
“It’s a gamble.”
Randall's voice was low and gentle.
"But if this is your decision, then I accept that the fleet should be your command, and the decision I made should be made by you."
Unconsciously, Soshiyang clenched his palms, but his scarred fingers were hidden in the hand armor, not so conspicuous.
It was not until he met the White Temple that he suddenly felt how heavy the responsibility of a legion was.
So he never mentioned the merger of command layers. On the one hand, it was out of the need for confidentiality, and on the other hand, he himself was not prepared to truly lead a legion.
Soshiyan blinked and lowered his head. When he raised his head again, Randall saw the flame in his eyes and immediately realized what it was-
determination.
"I'm responsible for my decision, just do it. We jump out of the outer node of the planet Amyddoton!"