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Standing outside of Rosais, overlooking the plain Albion's army would have to take, Herald made last minute adjustments to his plan. It would take Albion's vanguard a little under twenty four hours to reach Rosais. That was twenty three hours and thirty minutes more than he needed to prepare for their arrival. He issued a Recall order to the other Necron forces operating around the world. They would amount to a little over one thousand five hundred in all, after factoring in the souls recently obtained in the East.

The West was a bust, it was proving too large and the people too spread out to be a good source of soldiers. Much like the steppes but fortunately that expedition ran into the Jade Empire and the Empire of the Rising Sun. However, the West was vast and a mountain range was discovered with trace amounts of exotic minerals necessary for an easy conversion into warship grade Necrodermis. The natural resources would be useful in the creation of shipyards. It also provided a safe fallback position if things turn sour in Halkeginia. Herald ordered heavy construction to begin. Plans were laid for vast shipyards. The crowning glory however was the plans for the Dark Eternal. It would take a few years, but the groundwork was laid for the first Cairn-class Tomb ship to be constructed.

A voice spoke up behind him. "So partner, where do you want me?" That annoying sword... Converting Derflinger to Necrodermis was likely the most annoying thing he had done.

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