A small joke, dispelling the slight sadness of parting.
When Sanguinius saw the entire fleet through the porthole, his heart was incomparably shaken.
The silver battleships emitted stellar light, and within the Baal System, it was as if a thousand bright lamps had been lit; the plasma engines' glow outshone the brilliance of billions of stars.
He then suddenly understood that the help his brother spoke of was by no means empty words of comfort, but a solemn promise based on strength.
The Emperor's Dream sailed into the Warp, parting ways with the Argent Nur fleet from the Baal System.
Blazkowicz boarded the Royal Majesty, taking command of the fleet's flagship, and ordered the First Fleet to return to Argent Nur.
After the god-like fleet departed, the Bawell II Bloodline tribes helped each other up, praying devoutly to the angel, hoping for his swift return.
Three months later, when the First Fleet emerged from the Gate System stargate, it immediately caused a sensation!
Before the First Fleet's return, the Second, Third, and Fourth Fleets had all come back.
Within the Halo Stars, all of the Argent Nur Stars' main fleets that had been fighting abroad, except for the patrol fleets maintaining order, had returned from the void.
Many well-informed individuals had already noticed that Argent Nur's large-scale military deployment and the Imperium of Man's massive consumption of war materials all portended a major war.
Rogue Traders, facing war, showed no fear or evasion; their eyes lit up, hoping to make a fortune from it.
Every war is a mutual consumption of matter.
In a star system where large fleet battles occur, trillions of shells are fired into the void in a single terra day.
After the war, whether it be the Imperium or xenos forces, various battleship wrecks would certainly be left behind, many of which contained treasures of considerable value.
Whether before or after the war, keen-scented merchants could always find ways to get rich.
Under billions of gazes of different meanings, the void fleet entered the stargate, heading towards the core region of the Argent Nur Stars.
The First Fleet entered the stargate and departed in different directions, with battleships returning to their respective homeports for necessary maintenance.
Before the Royal Majesty's workstation, holographic data streams scrolled rapidly, with all matters concerning the fleet's return rushing upwards like an inverted waterfall.
As the Royal Majesty connected to the quantum network, Sophia presented the plan.
In Blazkowicz's dark eyes, a torrent of data was reflected as he read through Sophia's various rotation plans.
Sentinels shift changes, mortal Legion holidays, Automated Machine Soldiers rotations, and staggered changes for naval personnel.
Before Blazkowicz's return, Sophia had rationally arranged everything, and a plan involving over a hundred million personnel changes was quickly presented to him.
Returning from the stargate to Argent Nur's main planet, Blazkowicz sat at his desk, quickly reviewing all the planned arrangements.
Sophia's proposed plan had no major problems, but some of the detailed arrangements did not take into account the actual battlefield situation and were overly data-driven.
"Execute it as is." After a few days of modifications, Blazkowicz finished his work and stood up, stretching lazily.
He wasn't feeling tired; he simply felt that it would be very comfortable to stand up and stretch after completing his work.
Sophia's phantom figure took small steps, bowed and retreated, holding a data panel, her fingers plucking at her skirt as she slowly disappeared.
The data would be transmitted to the Nur Ring, refined by the data core, and then distributed to ensure that every step proceeded in an orderly manner.
When the battleship docked at the Nur Ring, Blazkowicz let out a long sigh of relief, his expression very relaxed, a look of pleasure on his face.
Every time he returned to his homeland, a sense of ease would always well up from the depths of his heart.
Blazkowicz looked down at Argent Nur with a smile, making his final deployment before descending to the surface: "Notify all Doom Slayers and Custodians to gather at the Ring Arena in two weeks."
"Except for the garrison warriors, all Sentinels in the expeditionary force will be present. I will issue new war formations."
After speaking, he strode out of the room, and the teleportation light illuminated beneath his feet, already in the battleship's VIP area.
From afar, Blazkowicz saw the Elder standing outside the guest room, impatiently rubbing his small hands, his expression both expectant and nervous.
"You're finally here." Seeing the arrival, Sintara's crimson toad-like face beamed with joy, and she hopped closer.
"Elder, are you a little nervous?" Blazkowicz asked with a gentle smile, squatting in front of her, watching a pair of conflicted hands constantly tying knots.
"A little." Sintara nodded, her eyes filled with nostalgic timidity, and her muffled voice sighed with emotion: "There's no concept of time in the Warp; I've been busy and haven't felt the passage of time."
"I didn't expect that in the Real Universe, six million years have passed in a flash. I lament that time has flowed like yesterday, and then I was pleasantly surprised to learn that my people are still alive."
Blazkowicz's mood was infected by the old one's sorrow, his joy gradually fading, and his thoughts couldn't help but drift to the past.
Since he could remember, less than a hundred years have passed, yet he has experienced all kinds of joy and laughter, as well as unspeakable sadness.
Looking back now, although there were some dissatisfactions in the past, it was also incredibly exciting, solid footsteps he had taken on his journey.
As for the old one, Blazkowicz didn't know how long they had lived.
Six million years is too long; life has gone by countless times, and countless races in the universe have risen and fallen.
But these known six million years, in the old one's long lifespan, are just a sad past. Perhaps the fall of their race feels to them as if it happened yesterday.
It's analogous to a mortal who, yesterday, confirmed the death of all their loved ones, heartbroken and grief-stricken.
But today, they suddenly learn that there are still loved ones alive, and they can see them immediately.
Upon hearing such news, the first reaction is not joy or excitement; amidst such great ups and downs, it is instead an unreal sense of emptiness and illusion.
Sintara is currently in this state, as if in a dream, not daring to go all the way, afraid that behind the expectation is an empty bubble.
Blazkowicz took his slightly cool hand, lowering his voice to comfort him: "Don't be afraid. I once promised you that I would reunite the old ones."
This promise was the strength that sustained Sintara to this point.
She knew she was being overly emotional, and no longer hesitated, her eyes darted around and she grinned.
She took out a black robe from her dimensional pocket, hastily wrapped it around herself, completely concealing what species was beneath the robe.
A buzzing sound came from under the robe: "I must give him a surprise!"
Blazkowicz shook his head and smiled helplessly, lamenting the old one's playfulness, still wanting to create surprises at such a moment.
Perhaps for Prima, whether it was a surprise was hard to say, but a fright was definitely guaranteed.
After some preparation, the teleportation light illuminated again, and two figures, one tall and one short, disappeared from the Gloriana-class Battleship's deck.
Teleported to the ground, Sintara surveyed the surroundings, her eyes met with crystal clear mountains.
She said indignantly, "No wonder he dared to hide in the Real Universe; it turns out he stole dimension crystal seeds and planted them in this world."
"That's not surprising then." The old one exclaimed with sudden realization, "I was still wondering how, with your technological level, you could create dimension crystals and build dimension weapons."
"It turns out Prima came to this world, planted the crystal seeds, and allowed them to once again emit infinite radiance."
Blazkowicz walked ahead, leading the way, without asking about crystal technology; those things were too profound, and humans simply couldn't comprehend their mysteries.
Along the way, Sintara chattered incessantly, often cursing Prima, accusing him of stealing treasures while also not taking her along when he fled.
Caw~~~~~
A long cry came, and a Crystal Skyhawk descended from above, landing on Blazkowicz's shoulder and pecking his cheek. Sintara immediately fell silent.
As an old one, she naturally knew the symbiotic creatures of dimension crystals. Someone was using magic to share their vision and observe the outside world.
Thinking of this, Sintara's body trembled slightly, utterly certain that Prima was alive and excited, and also with a mischievous thrill.
The Crystal Cave emerged from infinite dimensions, connecting to the Real Universe, welcoming Blazkowicz's return visit.
Sintara followed closely behind Blazkowicz, passed through the dimensional passage, and saw Prima in a warm cabin, covered with a blanket, lying sleepily on a low bed.
She was instantly filled with rage; she had been living anxiously in the Warp, while this fellow was quite leisurely, enjoying life!
Prima licked his eyes with his tongue, then saw Blazkowicz and the black-robed dwarf beside him, blinking in confusion.
It was known that to protect him, the Nowick Royal Family had never brought anyone else.
"Heh! Heh! Heh!"
Before he could ask, he heard the black-robed dwarf let out a terrifying laugh and extend a thin whip from his sleeve.
In an instant, a chill rushed to his heart, scaring Prima out of his wits, and he sprang from the bed.
His back pressed against the wall, his eyes wide with terror, he asked with a trembling voice, "Who are you?"
"Don't you recognize it?" The black-robed figure asked, holding up the thin whip, 'his' voice deep and terrifying: "I am the Defender of Law, the Ruthless, the Punisher—The Judge!"