"Your plan is excellent." Harlan nodded slowly after listening, but then raised a question: "In the hunting competition, we cannot use any technological weapons other than the equipment on our bodies."
"The idea of building a concentration camp is great, but how do we do it?"
"Without the aid of technological constructs, simple wooden or stone strongholds cannot withstand the beast tide assaults of the world spirit."
"It will allow us to gather small tribes, and once they form larger tribes, it will wipe us all out in one fell swoop to rescue all the Na'vi."
"No problem!" Obelisk curled his lips, raising an eyebrow with a strange smile. "Of course, we cannot break the rules and use existing technology for reinforcement."
"But the competition doesn't forbid us from advancing technology, does it?"
Harlan's eyes widened in shock. After thinking for a moment, he furrowed his brows again: "Who will build this primitive technology?"
"You?" He pointed at Obelisk, who clearly couldn't, then pointed at himself: "Or me?"
"Legion Warriors each have their strengths." Obelisk shook his head, looking confident. "The Primarch's Guard has two Techmarines who received systematic scientific education in Argent Nur, and we also have relevant training."
"Furthermore, by disassembling and utilizing our power armour, building a technological base to resist beasts will not be difficult."
He raised his hand and pointed to the floating island in the distance: "There are superconducting ores there, as well as many other rich mineral deposits, which naturally support our plan."
After hearing his plan, Harlan stood up from the moss carpet, barely containing his excitement as he pulled Obelisk: "Call for backup!"
These two simple words showed his full confidence in the plan, and he was the first to express support.
Obelisk rubbed his hands excitedly and explained his plan through the psychic link. After some discussion, the Primarch's Guard expressed their support.
The main hunting force immediately assembled, heading towards the superconducting ore area, while also dispatching small reconnaissance teams to begin marking scattered small tribes.
Far out at sea, Blazkowicz stood on the corpse of a Tulkun, tearing apart an orange Sky Sovereign with his bare hands, bathed in blood as he killed wild animals.
After hearing his sons' conspiracy, a strange smile appeared on his face: "Sanguinius! How will you defeat me?"
With that, he casually threw the beast's corpse, killing several creatures, deliberately making his breathing a little ragged to show fatigue before striding away over the waves.
After learning of the Legion's plan, Blazkowicz decided that while killing the Tulkun, he would also attract the world spirit's attention, giving it a glimmer of hope.
Sure enough, as he showed fatigue, the local creatures became much more excited, roaring as they began to pursue the invader.
Similarly, thousands of Miles away, Sanguinius was washing the blood from his wings, the surrounding seawater a bloody red.
Having just endured a great battle, creatures had rushed forward, heedless of their lives, attempting to tear the Primarch apart.
The Great Angel took a few deep breaths, used his adamantium harpoon to pick out and eat the delicious fish liver of a sea beast, his stamina returning to its peak, ready to face the next battle.
In the distance, large patches of black clouds appeared on the horizon, dense throngs of beasts gathering together, launching another attack.
"The resilience of this world is somewhat surprising to me." Sanguinius smiled, shook the blood from his wings, closed his eyes for a prophecy, then flew towards the Tulkun's location.
The Great Angel felt victory was within his grasp.
He was being besieged by wild animals, and Blazkowicz would naturally not escape either.
With his natural wings, he maximized his battlefield mobility, allowing him to easily shake off pursuit and continue hunting.
His brother, however, was being pursued by beasts and could not escape as gracefully as he could.
Sanguinius wasn't worried about Blazkowicz; a mighty Warrior King would certainly not be in danger, at most he would feel annoyed.
On the continent's coastline, a Blood Guard unit moved under the cover of night, raiding a Na'vi tribe and successfully hunting down thousands of xenos.
The Legion Warriors discovered that the xenos living by the sea were different from those in the jungle, with physiological characteristics more suited for diving and swimming.
However, this didn't affect their score record, as they were all xenos of the same origin, and most of their physiological characteristics were the same. After grilling, the meat was even tender and had a unique oceanic flavor.
Watching the anti-gravity vehicles transport the corpses away, the Blood Angels were slightly excited.
To compete in hunting with their brother Legion in a primitive world, then exchange trophies, eradicate xenos, and share glory with their brothers—it was truly wonderful.
"We need to hurry!" the captain warned, unfolding a holographic scoreboard. The Doom Slayer had gained over eight thousand new points.
"They wiped out a large tribe." The Legion brothers exclaimed, immediately guessing what had happened.
Many warriors' eyes gleamed with eagerness, ready to go and show their skills, attacking large Na'vi tribes to gain more points.
"We cannot do that." The commanding captain, however, remained calm, raising a hand to soothe his excited brothers: "The great Primarch's agreement explicitly stated that there must be no casualties, and if necessary, hunting can be abandoned."
"This is not a death match. Do not tarnish the essence of friendly exchange and affect the relationship between the Primarchs by being greedy for achievement and rushing in."
"The dangers of this world exceed our estimates. We must proceed steadily, with survival as our primary objective in hunting."
The captain patiently explained, and the Legion Warriors nodded repeatedly, understanding the stakes and repenting their restless desire for victory.
"For the Blood of Sanguinius!" the captain shouted, re-energizing the hunting squad's morale, and continued forward.
"For the Blood of Sanguinius!"
The Legion Warriors let out a low battle roar, following the captain's pace, sweeping the entire coastline as planned, their footsteps gradually covered by the sound of the tide.
Deep in the continent, a hundred kilometers from the towering giant tree, the sound of gunfire never ceased.
The human base was brightly lit, searchlights patrolling back and forth, illuminating the wild areas outside the base and guiding targets for machine gun fire.
"Don't panic!"
Miles, piloting an AMP suit, patrolled the city walls, his rugged face flushed red, letting out roars: "A bunch of barbarians driving beasts, trying to break our defenses, how can they harm us?"
"We are humans, noble intelligent beings, destined to rule the galaxy!"
The loudspeaker transmitted his shouts throughout the base. The mortal soldiers were greatly encouraged, their eyes bloodshot and filled with excitement, their rifles spitting fire to resist the beast tide.
Their courage came from their Commander, and even more from the tall warriors beside them.
The Colonel called these mighty warriors "Death Angels," from the Imperium of Man, bringing conquest and destruction to the xenos.
"For Humanity!"
Miles roared with all his might, turning his understanding of the Imperial Truth into a declaration that resonated in the soldiers' hearts.
The Third Company Captain glanced at the mortals' roar.
Since arriving at the base, he had only explained the Imperial Truth to the mortal officer, who had grasped its meaning in a very short time.
For Humanity! The mortals' understanding of the Imperial Truth surpassed that of many scholars.
Not a person, not an event, but the entire human race.
"Prepare to help the mortals resist the beast tide." The Company Captain issued the order, telling his Legion brothers to prepare for battle to prevent the human base from falling.
"My Lord." Miles quickly stepped forward, raising his mechanical arm to stop them: "Please do not act; your help is not yet needed."
"This base was established by us, and naturally, it should be defended by us."
He controlled his machine to point towards the wilderness, where many distance markers flickered in the night: "When the base was first established, I had the soldiers clear the wilderness to expand the field of fire, mark distances, and lay down a large number of minefields."
"The Pandora world spirit drives beasts, attempting to resist guns with flesh and blood; it is utterly foolish."
Miles turned, sitting in his mech and looking down at the Death Angels, yet with no disrespect in his eyes: "My Lords, please conserve your strength; your intervention is not yet needed."
"As the hunting operation deepens, it will surely provoke a backlash. At that time, please unleash humanity's wrath."
The Company Captain looked at the tough man before him, a flicker of appreciation in his eyes.
A native human who had never encountered the stars, yet possessed an innate malice towards alien races. His tactical deployment was appropriate, his strategic thinking far-sighted, and he displayed an unyielding will in battle.
If he were twenty years younger, he would undoubtedly be able to join the Legion and fight in the void as a Space Marine.
"I leave it to you." Despite his admiration, the Company Captain's voice was steady as he raised a hand, signaling the Legion Warriors to descend from the city wall and not interfere with the mortal soldiers.
"Thank you for your generosity." Miles crossed his arms over his chest, performing the Aquila salute he had just learned.
The Blood Angels left a few sentinels on alert, while the main force withdrew from the base's defensive wall, scattering into the barracks, searching for defensive weaknesses that mortals would not easily detect.
On the world of Pandora, wherever humans existed, the flames of war never ceased, and the world spirit launched a strong retaliation against the outsiders.
Unfortunately, this resistance was destined to be futile.
If not for Sanguinius's hunting proposal, Pandora would already be trembling under the feet of intelligently controlled machinery and the Blood Angels; where would there be any chance for a counterattack?