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Taking on the role of the commander of the Astra Militarum regint was a decision Zhang Ge made after careful consideration.
It wasn't that he truly wanted to be a colonel, but rather that he needed a stopgap asure. Undoubtedly, building an Astra Militarum regint from scratch was a good option. Generally, such projects, which require both significant ti and resources, take years to implent due to the various power struggles involved.
Even with the increased efficiency during warti, it would still take at least a month or two.
Seeing how quickly they agreed, how could Zhang Ge not know what they were thinking?
When the ti ca, they could impose strict standards on personnel and make so demands regarding equipnt, easily dragging things out until the Chaos forces arrived.
Of course, before the Chaos forces arrived, the scouts would surely report the information. At that point, he would arrange for Olivia to handle so maintenance tasks, allowing him to lead a depleted regint to the front lines under the guise of buying ti, directly confronting the Chaos army.
The plan was set. He didn't believe that in a battle of this scale, he could possibly survive.
Zhang Ge gritted his teeth in frustration.
Next, the three parties also unified the procedures for entering the city.
Since none of them could persuade the others, the three of them decided to go ahead and hold a parade featuring the Warlord Titan, both to boost morale and to intimidate so of the forces within the city.
Thus, the broadcast that echoed throughout the city quickly disseminated the parade information. Under the mandatory administrative orders issued by both the spire nobles and the chanicus, factories, institutions, and even most workers and employees, except for essential personnel, were given half a day off to participate in the parade.
Indeed, the decision to hold this parade on the central main thoroughfare of the lower hive was made to intimidate, after all, who would be intimidated if it were held in the upper hive? Normally, there might be concerns about the parade revealing weaknesses, but now with a heavyweight contender, one can afford to be more brazen.
Even so of the top gang leaders from the underhive were allowed to be invited.
Such an unusual move naturally drew attention and even alarm from many quarters. We can understand that you're holding a parade because war is imminent, but what's the deal with the holiday?
And how did you manage to get involved with the noble chanicus? You two are usually at each other's throats in public, and now you're backstabbing at this critical mont?
Among those most uncomfortable is probably the Ecclesiarchy, which was originally the third major power.
The Ecclesiarchy's only ard force, the Sisters of Battle, has recently suffered significant losses. On one hand, the front lines have collapsed, and on the other, various forward churches have been attacked. Very few have returned alive. Without a large-scale ard presence, their voice has significantly diminished.
At this critical juncture, the nobility and the chanicus have joined forces, and the Ecclesiarchy is completely in the dark. What's going on?
Exactly.
Due to interference in the vox communication, wireless communication between the city and the outside is extrely difficult, typically only concentrated at various frontline military nodes. Therefore, under the efficiency of information transmission relying on foot travel, in fact, most forces within the city are still unaware of what has happened outside.
However, all dark clouds were dispelled during the parade.
That afternoon, the artificial light sources in the lower hive were raised to their maximum brightness. The originally dim and barely sufficient lighting suddenly beca as bright as daylight, as if a small eternal sun had been thrown in.
Such intense light even caused temporary discomfort among the lower hive citizens who had crowded the sides of the road to watch. So even took it as a divine miracle, beginning to more fervently breach the interception lines ford by the PDF and enforcers.
Soon, the parade began. The first to pass were not ground personnel, but countless flying skulls and servitors trailing bright red ribbons, floating through the sky, accompanied by a shower of vibrant petals.
Next, six formations of three aircraft each, composed of Valkyrie fighters and Stratosurge Raiders, streaked past at low altitude with sharp sonic booms. The petals, which had been slowly drifting, were either shredded or flung away by the violent air currents around these aircraft.
Clear trails deliberately showcasing power appeared in the sea of falling petals above, as if an eraser wielded by so great being had swept across.
Among the lower hive residents, who usually see nothing more than gang mbers as ard forces, bursts of cheers erupted. At this mont, under the gaze of the massive tal statue at the end of the road, whether they were workers in the ceramite factories or clerks of so family enterprise, all seed to share in the grandeur of the entire Empire.
But this was just the beginning. Slow and massive ships were approaching from the starting point, each bearing vividly colored and powerfully designed banners, moving in pairs over the road.
Once the ships had reached their designated positions, these enormous banners were hung above, at a height that did not obstruct the view but was clearly visible with a re glance upward.
A large number of personnel, equipped with grav-chutes, descended directly from the ship, leaping onto the rooftops of the buildings on both sides. They unfurled the banners of the Ernesto family and the crimson flags of the chanicus, draping them down the sides of the structures to create an atmosphere of visual impact.
At this mont, the leading ground forces ca into view. They were an elite private force of the family, nominally the PDF, the First Regint, First Company of the Yarkalan Planetary Defense Force, but commonly referred to as the "Hand of Ernesto."
They were all clad in heavy carapace armor, wielding hellguns. Though a thousand strong, their steps were as one. When the synchronized footsteps echoed past the underhive dwellers, it also erased the lingering fears of rumors about external enemies.
Following them were the Skitarii infantry, ard with galvanic rifles and clad in additional radiation-proof robes. This was the first ti the ard forces of the chanicus appeared on a large scale in Yarkalan Hive. If the previous formation had minor flaws, the Skitarii formation was as precise as a matrix programd by a computer.
Though the civilians were unfamiliar with these soldiers draped in red robes and fully encased in tal, they did not hesitate to offer cheers and applause.
Squads of PDF infantry, elite troops from various houses, and chanicus Skitarii passed by, followed by a vehicle formation composed of Leman Russ tanks and various walkers.
But the roaring engines of these massive machines failed to capture the attention of the crowd. Without exception, their gazes were drawn further back.
In the backlight cast by several servo-skulls, a colossal shadow descended, moving forward step by step. The rhythmic rumble, previously ignored as background noise, grew closer.
It was the sound of footsteps, mixed with a heart-stopping crunch.
This crunch was the sound of the rapid-drying construction materials shattering under the imnse weight of the massive footfalls, each ti they struck the ground.
The dust quickly rose with the lifting of the foot, scattering to both sides of the road, even forming long trails of smoke.
But the crowd on either side remained silent, no one caring, their gazes unanimously fixed on the giant moving between the posters.
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