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Turning my head, the view outside the observation window remained the same.

Immediately afterwards, news of luring the enemy to board or destroying enemy ships appeared before Hades' eyes like sprouting rice seedlings.

Hades smiled with satisfaction.

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Chapter 239 Galo Needs a Vacation

Garo gripped the hilt of his sword, silently waiting for his prey to take the bait. Beside him stood Antaeus, the "new recruit leader" Hades and Vox had entrusted to him.

The second batch of Barbarus recruits should also be leaving the management. As for why Hades entrusted Barbarus's troops to Galo, Galo believes that there is still a certain political element to it.

Although Hades seemed foolish in handing over the warrior to him, Gara still believed that Hades had a deeper meaning in doing so.

In their daily interactions, Galo has come to realize the unfathomable depth of Hades's thoughts.

Even Galo's mission this time was arranged by Hades. Hades explained that he needed to free Galo from paperwork and give him a "vacation".

“Gallu, I feel you need to rest, really.”

Hades stared at Galo with a hesitant expression, holding the documents Galo had recently approved.

Hades, a former exploited worker, realized that Galo was nearing his limit, and the documents subtly revealed a murderous intent. He didn't want Galo to one day kill an imperial official.

"Ran Dan just happened to be here, why don't you go to the front lines and help out? You can also train a newbie for me while you're at it, consider it a vacation."

Although Galo didn't understand the meaning of "vacation," it was, after all, the commander's order, and she had to carry it out.

Actually, Galo didn't have any regrets about her previous job. Well, Galo did think that kind of life was too boring.

He hasn't been on the battlefield in far too long.

Sometimes, waiting and forbearance are a form of pain, far greater than the pain caused by bullets and swords.

As the company commander of a combat company, Garo needs some passion. Before taking over the entrustment of the former legion commander, he was just a soldier who liked to charge to the front of the battle.

And now, the opportunity has come.

The ship was rocking violently, and the vibrations coming from the walls told Galo whether the ship was launching torpedoes or launching a large-scale gun attack.

Leaning against the wall, Gara could imagine the scorching, dazzling lasers, the smooth, hard hulls of the enemy ships, and the deep neighs of the alien race.

The smoke of battle always has a unique attraction, and Galo's palms, gripping the sword hilt, felt slightly itchy.

The mission of the Fourth Knight and its accompanying ships was to cut the Randan fleet in half, cleave the alien fleet in two, and then annihilate its tail.

This means the ship will be under concentrated enemy fire, but that doesn't matter; they'll tear it apart.

The mortal captain's voice came through the channel, slightly distorted by the radio waves—[Lord Gara, after ten standard Terra points, the enemy might board us. Should we lure them in?]

[Bring them in.]

"Garo said softly, running his hand over the hilt of the sword, feeling its shape. This sword hasn't seen blood in a long time, and Gara's hands are almost calloused from holding a pen."

【Received, sir.】

Hades is right. Given the characteristics of the Randan Xenomorphs, these guys will try to launch targeted boarding operations against the command ship. The Death Guard has made special preparations to "welcome boarding".

Rather than fighting in unfamiliar enemy territory, luring the enemy deeper into their territory is a better idea. The Fourth Knight specifically modified some of its compartments and exterior hull—

This makes it seem particularly suited to be "boarded," and it looks so vulnerable. Like a lamb deliberately exposing its neck, it subtly teases the gaze of the invader.

However, numerous defensive measures have been installed in the area intended to lure the enemy to board and attack, along with a large number of death guards lying in ambush.

The enemy will not see the truth behind this fragile facade; when they arrive, they will only reap the wrath of the Death Guard.

Outside the Fourth Knight, the Death Guard fleet was using light spears to clear a path, forcibly breaking through the enemy fleet. The engines were pushed to maximum speed, as if they were dancing a death tango with the enemy in a duel.

Ran Dan's fleet was also gradually finding its rhythm. Small ships attracted and defended against the Death Guard's attacks, the formation changed, and a large ship targeted them.

Excellent coordination. Randan's fleet is also cutting through the ship group around the Fourth Knight. Let's lure them in—

[Sir, it's a psionic boarding operation. Their landing point is Y-2, and they are expected to arrive in three minutes.]

【receive. 】

Galo raised his hand and gestured for the Death Guards to proceed with the planned tactical deployment.

They quickly deployed to the designated area, and Gara coldly watched as the thin layer of frost climbed up the walls, and strange fluctuations flashed through the space.

In the darkness, a faint red light flashed through Gara's combat goggles.

When the alien warriors arrived at their destination, the first person to greet them was the combat company commander's greatsword.

The cramped and dimly lit warehouses often lack defenses and guards, and their complex structure makes them easy targets for intruders. However, what Ran Dan and his men did not expect was that the warehouses were already heavily guarded.

This place will become their coffin.

Limbs and screams mingled in the cramped cabin, but the human butchers remained silent, simply raising their knives in quiet defiance.

Gara wielded his heavy sword, violently tearing through the enemy's armor. He weaved through the enemy ranks with sweeping, powerful strikes.

Flesh, bone, and bone fragments splattered onto his helmet along with blood, while his mind buzzed with the mental attack of the alien race before its death.

My thoughts were indeed affected, but not unbearably. I stood firmly at the starting point in my heart, and those disturbances were just the aftershocks of the receding tide.

Beneath his helmet, Gara's eyes were fixed intently on the unfortunate advance troops.

The shadows were reflected on the wall, and blood splattered haphazardly, warm and alluring.

Do they still want to resist?

The gun brutally pierced the alien's ridiculous head, and what should have been an eyeball burst out—

"Bang!" Garo fired a clean and decisive shot, then casually flicked the gun, sending down drops of foul-smelling slime.

He looked around. Limbs were scattered everywhere, and internal organs and bodily fluids were mixed together. The ground was sticky from being trampled on, and the entire cabin looked like a huge ball of flesh and blood that had just exploded.

After searching around, Galo found no living individuals. He looked up with some disappointment and then saw his comrades who seemed somewhat stiff.

Was he affected by Ran Dan's mental attack?! Galo gripped his sword tightly once more, this time using the hilt.

【Lady Gara?】

A cautious voice came from the channel.

Oh, everyone's alright.

Galo sheathed his sword with disappointment—no, relief.

He took a deep breath. "What's wrong, Ante?"

Antai was stunned for a moment. Although the plan included some soldiers in close combat, Company Commander Galo had basically controlled the entire situation by himself.

"Is this the strength of a combat company commander?" Antaeus exclaimed in amazement. Before this, he had only trained with Company Commander Vox, who was already the most skilled combat officer he had ever seen.

Unexpectedly, Company Commander Garo's skills were even more superb. Antaeus respected this veteran of Terra even more in his heart. He was also grateful to Commander Hades, who had transferred him to Garo's command.

Although Lord Hades was very busy, he did not speak much with him.

[Sir, the captain just asked if we wanted to board the enemy ship. The conditions have been met, so we can board.]

【Jump.】

Galos pondered for a moment before issuing the order. He had indeed been a bit impatient and had even forgotten that he needed to take a new recruit with him.

Galo glanced apologetically at Antaeus, but the blood-splattered helmet did not convey his remorse.

The boarding maneuver went exceptionally smoothly, and the Fourth Knight successfully crashed into the enemy's main command area. The steel ram was exceptionally sharp, and now the enemy had to stop their engines and focus on dealing with them.

Led by the Fourth Knight, the Death Guard's fleet completely severed Randan's fleet, forcing the middle and rear fleets to halt in this star system and engage them in combat.

The vanguard fleet advanced towards Mining Planet 3 in a semi-drive, semi-offensive manner. In order to attract the Randans, Hades deliberately docked the main command ship, the Reaper's Scythe, on Mining Planet 3.

After the fleet was cut in half, another wave of torpedo bombardment from the Death Guard came unexpectedly, further consolidating their current gains.

As the war entered its second phase, Hades watched everything with satisfaction, unaware that an uninvited guest was about to arrive.

It seems like the college entrance exam results were released today. Wishing all the test takers the best of luck!

Chapter 240 The Uninvited Guest, the Nine-Headed Supreme

Space Marines discovered on Randan's ship?

Yes, she has fallen unconscious. It's possible she's being controlled by Ran Dan.

Which legion?

【.】

Galo's channel went silent for a while, then a hesitant voice sounded.

I'm not sure; he was wearing MK2 armor, but it didn't have the Legion insignia I was familiar with.

Hades pondered for a moment,

[Detain him first, and bring him here when the war subsides.]

[Remember, Gara, it's best not to let him cause trouble. If letting him sleep is good for you to manage, then let him sleep.]

Garo stood silently in front of the command room of the Reaper's Scythe. Dried bloodstains made his armor dirty, and pieces of unknown, broken tissue hung on it, mottled and uneven.

Behind the combat company commander was Antaeus, who appeared to be accompanying him but was actually escorting the mysterious space warriors.

"Please come in."

Hades' voice came from behind the door. The servant opened the door for them, and the figure had his back to them, shining a fluorescent light on him.

The unfamiliar space warrior paused for a moment, but still followed them into the house without a second thought.

On the huge screen, a dense stream of information rushed by, and Galo was surprised to find that he couldn't even keep up with the speed of the information.

Hades raised his hand and pressed down, still intently staring at the screen.

"Wait a moment."

From the map, Galo knew that Hades was commanding at least three battlefields. Without saying a word, Galo gestured for Antaeus to wait in the rear with the mysterious Space Marine.

This warrior, whom Garo did not recognize, had just woken up as their ship approached the Reaper's Scythe.

What alarmed Galo was that he showed no signs of being mentally controlled by Ran Dan.

Gara tried to ask him questions, but the fighting brother refused to talk to him, only using ambiguous words to confuse him.

If he weren't a Space Marine, Garo believed he would be missing at least one unnecessary limb.

"Tell me about your commander."

A soft, gentle whisper drifted over, and Garo gave the Space Marine a disapproving look; he seemed to want to speak with Antaeus.

Antai, the new recruit, looked at Galo with a hesitant and fearful expression, hoping Galo would give him some advice.

“I expect you to keep quiet, my fighting brother.”

"You can call me Alpharis."

"Okay, Alpharis, keep quiet."

Alpharis shut up and curiously looked around the Reaper's Scythe's command center.

"Another serious legion."

Finally, Alpharis said this.

“You are even more serious. There is nothing there, no reliefs praising the legion’s achievements, no silk ribbons inscribed with history. You do not laugh, and you do nothing that you consider frivolous.”

Garo frowned. "If you're a Space Marine, you need to have the necessary respect for other Legions."

"Sorry, I was just too curious."

Alpharis said indifferently,

"The seriousness of the last legion stemmed from arrogance. What about you? There isn't even the necessary surface decoration on your ships. Arrogance doesn't reach that level."

Is it because of fear?

Galo's pupils contracted slightly as he gripped the hilt of the dagger—

"enough."