"I do not accept your surrender!"
The Blood God, perched on his Brass Throne, roared in fury at the last taunt, his Brass Gauntlet screeching as he angrily smashed the skull of his throne.
Khorne embodied courage and glory; he would rather die than ever admit weakness, much less surrender to anyone.
Blazkowicz's mockery before his banishment turned the Blood God's pent-up rage into an overwhelming fury, and disaster instantly enveloped the Bloody Plains.
"Well fought!" Inside the regent armor, the Void Dragon howled in excitement: "When Warp gods come to the material realm, they should be thoroughly humiliated and mercilessly banished!"
"Those vile beings should just stay in the immaterial realm. By what right do they contaminate our domain?"
The Void Dragon's consciousness surged, never having felt such exhilaration. Shortly after its consciousness left its prison, it witnessed the humiliation of the Chaos God it most hated, and a tide of elation washed over it, almost making it lose control.
"Retreat." Blazkowicz ignored its delight, activated the teleportation lasso, and issued a retreat order to the Legion.
Most of the Gela main planet's value had been recovered; the Legion should leave and cease its meaningless attacks.
After the power supply equipment was destroyed and the planetary shields failed, the strategic objective was achieved, and the outcome of the war was decided.
Orbital bombardment would cleanse Gela main planet, completely eradicating Krafen.
The various subsequent deployments were actions taken by Blazkowicz in cooperation with Junior, outside the attack plan, representing flexible control over the battlefield.
With the retreat order issued, Blazkowicz and the Primarch's Guard vanished in a flash of white light, and the Emperor's Custodes also departed simultaneously.
Conversely, the cleanup forces scattered across the battlefield did not immediately withdraw, continuing their tasks.
Because a Primarch is not a battlefield Commander, he can command his direct guard, but other units are different and require the Archon's orders.
After the military reforms, many previously minor issues were concretized, the authority of Commanders was strengthened, and institutional authority superseded individual authority.
On the bridge of the old glory, Blazkowicz was confirming feedback from various units until all units on the battlefield completed their respective objectives.
He took a deep breath and solemnly ordered over the comms channel: "Ground forces, withdraw immediately."
With the Archon's order given, the ground forces activated their teleportation lassos, ended ground operations, and returned to the old glory.
"Tenth Company confirmed return—"
"First Company confirmed return—"
"Fourth Company confirmed return—"
As reports from each company sounded, with no further incidents, Blazkowicz's heart, which had been hanging high, finally settled.
Krafen's formidable strength far exceeded strategic assessments.
Even with the Ultramarines' warnings and continuously raised psychological expectations, only after actual contact could one truly appreciate the power of the alien race.
Blazkowicz shifted his gaze to the war summary. From the moment the war began, the fleet had started compiling information, recording everything about the war, which would be summarized into a written report and submitted after its conclusion.
"Delete records of Chaos's arrival from the Imperial records." He used his authority to order the deletion of all forms of records concerning Daemons, to prevent the spread of Chaos.
"Permissions confirmed," Captain Aang operated, deleting Chaos information and reorganizing the war report: "War report reorganized."
"In three minutes, the true report will be stored in the archive, and all data records will also be deleted."
"Thank you for your trouble." Blazkowicz nodded; the cleanup work was temporarily concluded.
The true report would be deleted from information records, stored in special firmware, and sent to a Psyker-isolated storage room to prevent tampering by Daemons.
The report with specific information deleted, after being compiled with other information, would be sent to the Imperium of Man War Council, sharing intelligence for the Imperium's reference.
As he was busy with the aftermath, the bridge hatch opened, and the Gene-Father, stained with Daemon blood, entered with Harlan and the Gela Family descendants.
Blazkowicz entered the gate, raised a hand to stop everyone from saluting, and asked the Legion's firstborn: "There are still Krafen on other worlds; what do you plan to do?"
Of the twelve thousand Krafen on Gela main planet, half remained after multiple attacks, hiding deep underground or in remote mountains.
"With the shields down, I firmly advocate for orbital bombardment or other planet-destroying methods." Blazkowicz's expression was serious, without hesitation, resolutely supporting his proposed opinion.
Individual Krafen are powerful; within the Imperium of Man or Argent Nur, apart from the Primarchs, few individuals can suppress these aliens.
Now that they had lost their command and retreated into shadows and deep mountains, eliminating their threat would require unimaginable costs, vast amounts of time and energy.
Blazkowicz gazed at the holographic star map, his brows slightly furrowed. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke again: "Have you found any Krafen Voidships?"
"No." Blazkowicz stepped forward and opened the holographic projection, displaying a real-time image of a captive Krafen lying weakly on the floor in a cell: "According to the captive, they have no Voidships. They came to Gela main planet through a portal."
"The Progenitor, deep within the Warp, captured a Psyker's consciousness, occupied its body, and then opened a portal to arrive at Gela main planet."
"Precisely for this reason, I have ample justification to destroy this world." He looked at the pale Gela, offering an apologetic expression: "The Progenitor's methods are strange, using a 'Psychic Mark' to brand the local residents."
"After the Krafen finish feeding, they will leave the planet, leaving behind a portion of the marked bloodline. After the soul sustenance develops for several generations, they will use the Psychic Mark to open a portal, cross the star sea, and return to feed."
"This cycle repeats, securing a stable supply of sustenance, nomadically harvesting one world after another across the galaxy."
"So, I'm very sorry," Blazkowicz shook his head at Gela: "On a physical level, we cannot save this world."
"Other worlds under the Gela Family might still be salvageable, but Gela main planet has already been marked by the Progenitor. The Krafen can return at any time."
Gela's face was ashen. How could he have imagined that after inviting saviors and eliminating the alien leader, his home world would meet such an end?
"Given the wealth you provided, I will offer you two choices."
Blazkowicz spoke at the opportune moment, extending a finger: "One is for you to reside in the core territory of the Nur Stars. Your family's stc template will be put into production, and a portion of the acquired wealth will be given to you, ensuring the continuation of your prosperity."
"The second choice," he extended a second finger, "is to serve as governor of a world within the Nur Stars' controlled territory, continuing your rule under Argent Nur's protection."
"If you abide by laws and ensure the development of the managed world, your dominion will endure eternally."
"I choose two!" After hearing the Lord of the Stars' conditions, Gela did not hesitate, decisively choosing the second option.
"But Lord of the Stars," his complexion improved slightly, his eyes revealing a cold ruthlessness: "My only request: let me personally destroy the defiled bloodline on Gela main planet and introduce an outside population to rule Gela."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Surprise flashed in Blazkowicz's eyes. Gela's choice was unexpected, a blend of ruthlessness, persistence, and stubbornness.
"This place is adjacent to the Trans-River Abyss," he turned and pointed to the dark void, then lightly tapped the ground; below the holographic bridge was the verdant Gela main planet: "It is more barren than other worlds."
"Great King," Gela knelt before the tall figure, his voice trembling as he uttered four words with conviction: "It's hard to leave one's homeland."
It's hard to leave one's homeland.
Gela did not speak of rebuilding the world or restoring family glory; all his emotions converged into those four simple words.
"Alright." Blazkowicz was moved by this sentiment and granted his request.
Having lost its stc template, Gela main planet no longer had hidden value, becoming an ordinary jungle world, with a difficult path to reconstruction.
To give up a comfortable life in the core territory, to relinquish the easily obtainable stable power in the controlled territory, and choose to stay and build his homeland.
This courage and emotion surpassed that of many frontier nobles.
"Argent Nur will help you rebuild this world," Blazkowicz walked to Gela, reaching out to pull up the kneeling young man: "I hope you inherit this courage and emotion and never forget it."
"Never to be forgotten!" Gela grasped the large hand; he could still feel its strength through the cold gauntlet, making a solemn promise: "Gela main planet will also never forget your grace."
Blazkowicz smiled without replying. It was just a verbal promise; how he would act and put it into action in the future was key.
He helped Gela up, led him to the holographic command console, and took out a rhomboid controller from his dimensional pocket.
Under Harlan's regretful gaze, Blazkowicz handed the controller to Gela: "Your family's treasure is perfectly suited for cleansing this world."
Gela received the controller, holding the power to destroy a world in his hands, cold and heavy, making him tremble uncontrollably.
"Release the Nanoplague." Blazkowicz ordered Captain Aang: "Let the nanomachines cleanse this world."
"Instruction received, nano-containers released."
From the old glory's belly, a force field container was ejected, carrying the Nanoplague recovered from the Gela Family.
Losing the planetary shield, a fist-sized force field container slowly fell, entering the unprotected planet. Its outer shell cracked three hundred meters above the surface, releasing its internal carrier.
It was a mass of grey-black lead sand, like a ribbon falling into water, constantly changing shape with the ocean currents, never the same for a moment.
From a macroscopic view, its surface was as fine as silk, its texture as dense as mercury, suspended weightlessly in the atmosphere.
From a microscopic perspective, within the floating lead sand were countless tiny machines—these nanomachines were only a hundred nanometers in size, appearing light grey, similar to spiders in the macroscopic world.
"Release them quickly!" On the old glory, as the nanomachines descended to the surface, Harlan Ogilvy impatiently urged Gela, "If you can't bear to, then step aside and let me do it!"
Harlan had always been keen on unleashing destructive weapons. Seeing Gela's hesitation, he couldn't hold back and repeatedly pressed him, disregarding the other's heavy heart.
Gela subconsciously took a step back. Seeing the White-Armored Warrior eager to act, he no longer hesitated and activated the Nanoplague controller.
"Target: Jungle World. Primary inhabitants: Humans. Discovered unknown Psionic Xenospecies and local ecosystem species."
The nanomachines were powerful. After being released into the planet's atmosphere, they immediately scanned the surrounding species and identified the specific targets for elimination.
"Please select species to destroy." The controller projected an image, awaiting the user's selection.
Gela sighed deeply, his expression complex, grief mixed with the satisfaction of revenge, and he issued the command to the controller:
"Eliminate humans and xenos, preserve the complete ecosystem."
"Elimination command received. Executing immediately." The controller received the command, its projection disappeared, and no further activity was observed.
"It has begun." Just as Gela was at a loss, Blazkowicz's voice drew his gaze to the command tower.
On the holographic projection of the Gela main planet, the red markers representing the nanomachines began to move.
Everyone stared at the holographic projection, observing how this creation of the Golden Age operated until it achieved its goal of eliminating the entire world.
The Nanoplague, having received the extinction order, rapidly diffused into the air, disappearing from macroscopic observation, as if it had never existed.
However, from a microscopic perspective, the nanomachines, like an invisible tide, began a secret invasion from an imperceptible microscopic level.
The spider-type nanomachines sought out steel and usable resources, disassembling them with their mechanical legs, and in three minutes, replicated themselves into another.
This process repeated: one became two, two became four, four became eight—
Humans who had become Lost Souls didn't even know of the nanomachines' arrival, wandering through the ruined Hive City.
The nanomachines spared no resources. They silently and effortlessly penetrated human skin, entering the microscopic realm, and capturing iron elements within the human body.
As iron was drawn from the blood, the blood could no longer carry oxygen. The Lost Souls felt suffocated and began to gasp for air.
However, the cold air rushing into their lungs could not alleviate the fatal pain of oxygen deprivation.
As the nanomachines proliferated, the situation worsened: oxygen deprivation in the brain caused blackouts and tinnitus, and dizziness became more severe; the heart, lacking oxygen, twitched unstably, and multiple organs in the body ceased function.
The Lost Souls collapsed powerlessly to the ground, quietly closing their eyes, as systemic organ failure ensued, irreversibly taking their lives.
Ten minutes after the nanomachines entered the body, all vital signs ceased. Thirty minutes later, the human body began to shrivel, and lead-colored fluid flowed through the blue veins.
After sixty minutes, the human shell ruptured from the inside out, billions of tiny machines devoured the remains, completely eliminating the life form, leaving no residue.
Three hours after the invasion began, the planet remained as calm as ever, but a grey mist rose from the Nanoplague deployment zone, constantly spreading outwards.
Wherever the grey mist passed, steel slowly melted, and Lost Souls fell in droves, all transforming into nanomachines.
In certain dark corners, Krafen and her kind hid, waiting for the human fleet to leave orbit.
They clearly knew that humans would not expend enormous resources to hunt them across the entire planet; it would be too uneconomical.
Humans only had two choices: either abandon this world and leave, or completely destroy the planet.
The first choice, needless to say, meant they wouldn't have to worry about being purged. After the humans left, they would consume the last of the "leftovers" and then they too could depart.
The second choice was different. If humans chose to destroy the world, then they would open a portal and leave this planet.
They only needed to wait quietly, watching how humans chose, and then react accordingly. The initiative was in their hands.
In the darkness, many of Krafen's kind lurked in the shadows, using psionic powers to spy on the human fleet in orbit.
Suddenly!
One of Krafen's kind felt an urgent warning deep within, a psychic premonition that it would die within ten minutes!
It was horrified and sat in a magic circle, casting a psionic prophecy to seek the cause of its death and find a way to survive.
For some reason, perhaps due to poor air circulation in its cramped hiding place, its breathing subconsciously quickened, and a hazy dizziness clouded its mind.
Taking a deep breath, Krafen's kind's rhomboid mouth opened and closed incessantly, its proboscis dancing in the void, whispering psionic incantations to divine its death omen.
The incantation flew out and melted into the void, and a psionic mirror appeared before its eyes. It looked into it and was immediately somewhat bewildered.
Its slender limbs stroked its smooth brain, and ten thousand questions flooded in. The direction of the death omen was not the human fleet, but originated from itself?
It thought the death omen prophecy might be wrong, so it cast the spell again, its breathing quickening even more.
The prophecy was consistent with before; the psionic mirror still showed itself, sitting firmly in the center of the magic circle.
Did I kill myself?
The first prophecy might be wrong, but a second prophecy, chanted at length, would never be wrong. Yet why would the death omen originate from itself?
While pondering, utterly bewildered, it suddenly realized its breathing was much more rapid than before, and an ominous dizziness had appeared—
Could it be poison?
Krafen's kind was startled by its own guess and immediately chanted a spell, casting a healing incantation on itself, but the spell failed to activate.
Halfway through the incantation, it realized it had forgotten the spell!
"No!" It shrieked in horror, standing up from the center of the magic circle, discovering various unsettling anomalies.
Rapid breathing, weak limbs, memory loss—all indicated that it was currently under attack.
What was it? In its terror, it rushed out of its hiding place, only to see that the outside world was still the same, with only vast, ethereal mist covering the mountains, and the air still fresh.
Then its lower limbs went weak, and it rolled down the hillside into the valley, its mind a chaotic mess, its memories beginning to fragment.
Before closing its eyes, it only felt that today's mist, when it adhered to its body, was a little cooler than usual.
A few minutes later, its body was completely dead, but Krafen's powerful soul remained by the corpse, unwilling to leave.
Before dissipating, a question lingered in its heart: why had it died?
Then the mystery was solved.
The corpse rapidly shriveled, slowly engulfed by flowing lead-colored substance, and then transformed into grey mist and vanished.
Only then did it finally understand. The human attack had not ended; a new form of attack had been released, invading from the imperceptible microscopic realm, silently killing macroscopic organisms.
The soul, now aware of everything, began to form hand seals, preparing to cast a spell to inform its unaware kin. However, its consciousness went black, and it completely vanished from the Real Universe.
The soul of Krafen's kind, stripped of its physical body, shone like a lighthouse in the Warp, attracting countless hunters to a feast.
Krafen's kind couldn't have imagined that they, who devoured souls in the Real Universe, would become food for others after death—
Ten hours after the Nanoplague was released, the number of nanomachines increased exponentially, and the grey mist spread rapidly, enveloping the entire planet.
The sudden change at the microscopic level finally caused a direct effect at the macroscopic level.
Human Hive Cities melted like ice and snow, not with earth-shattering force, but silently "melting," releasing more grey mist.
All industrial facilities and man-made objects were devoured by the nanite swarm, assimilated into more nanomachines.
The grey mist grew thicker and thicker, eventually forming an overwhelming storm that raged across the Gela main planet, penetrating every nook and cranny, cleansing every microscopic corner.
Krafen's kind had nowhere to hide; once a nanomachine entered its body, death was inevitable, its physical body gradually consumed.
And in the Warp, which overlapped with the Real Universe, countless Daemons awaited the release of souls, rushing to tear them into pieces and feast greedily.
The xenospecies were annihilated, body and soul!
"It's terrifying—" In high orbit, Gela witnessed everything from the bridge, his voice hoarse, letting out an exclamation of horror: "A silent and painful death, quiet and unforeseen."
"How insidious and malicious." Harlan said with disdain, but his eyes never left the scene, watching with great interest.
A disdainful chuckle reached his ears. He glimpsed Harlan craning his neck to watch, so he asked, "Do you want to use it?"
"Yes!" Harlan replied without hesitation, his voice full of vigor, completely forgetting his previous assessment: "nanomachines are good stuff!"
"If I could use them, I could play all sorts of tricks."
"Piloting a stealthy small ship to an enemy world, taking advantage of their unpreparedness, dropping the Nanoplague, purifying them in ten hours, leaving behind a pristine world."
He spoke excitedly, fantasizing about how to deploy nanomachines in war, attracting much attention.
Blazkowicz also frowned in deep thought, considering the potential applications of nanomachines and whether they could be used in diverse ways.
"That's a very good idea," Blazkowicz first affirmed with a nod, then poured cold water on it: "But nanomachines are not invincible."
"Krafen was unprepared; we caught them off guard. Furthermore, their race excels in psychic abilities and has little involvement in physical science, so they didn't realize the nanomachine invasion and lost due to an information gap."
"If we were up against a technological race, even a galaxy-level civilization, they would have ways to deal with nanomachines."
He walked to the command console, confirmed that all of Krafen's forces were dead, and turned to Junior, saying, "Handle the aftermath."
With that, he left the bridge with Harlan and headed to the battleship's teleportation room to check if any treasures teleported aboard had been missed.
"Understood," Junior grasped the meaning and immediately accepted the cleanup order.
He lightly tapped the former site of Gela main planet's Hive City and turned to Gela, saying, "Use the controller to gather the nanomachines here."
Gela immediately carried out Blazkowicz's order, manipulating the controller to converge the nanite swarm.
A storm brewed on the planet, as thousands of exabytes of nanomachines gradually converged, a grey-lead color like a soft ribbon, rippling across the verdant planetary surface.
Tiny machines drifted from all directions, and after several hours, they coalesced into a heavy lead sphere, over a thousand meters in size, suspended above the former Hive City site.
A gravity channel descended, taking a small portion of the nanomachines for research and future use.
Then a sarcophagus descended, falling directly into the center of the lead sphere, bursting open with a hiss, and an invisible shockwave seeped out.
The self-rotating, surging lead sphere gradually shrank, its mass rapidly diminishing, the interior of the sphere quickly eroding, turning into void atomic sparks.
A matter deconstruction bomb. It uses decomposition to destroy the single components of matter, making it extremely suitable for clearing nanite swarms.
In just a few seconds, the thousand-meter giant sphere completely vanished, leaving behind atomic ash piled up as dust, which the wind gently blew away, disappearing completely.
The nanite swarm was too dangerous, with an extremely high risk of losing control. After use, it had to be destroyed to avoid leaving security risks.
Even a single out-of-control nanite, if not handled carefully, could form a world-engulfing grey storm, devouring everything.
The swarm was decomposed and destroyed, and it also took away the planet's humans, the invading xenomorphs, erased industrial traces, and returned everything to its primitive state.
On the vast Gela main planet, a verdant and sprawling jungle world, there was no sound except for the roars of beasts in the deep mountains and the lonely calls of birds.
"Give it to me," Blazkowicz gestured, asking Gela to hand over the nano-controller, his bright eyes fixed on him.
Gela dared not show any reluctance, respectfully handing over the controller, not coveting its power, as he clearly sensed the killing intent.
If he had hesitated even for a moment, the next instant would have been decapitation!
"You should also prepare," Blazkowicz took the controller, handed it to his brother to return to the armory, and then said to Gela, "It won't be long before aid from the Nur Stars arrives to help you rebuild the Gela main planet."
He pointed to the holographic projection, signaling Gela to look: "The Nanoplague destroyed the Hive City, devouring everything, causing immense losses."
Gela's mouth twitched upon hearing this. What 'immense losses'? The entire world had returned to its primitive state, without any industrial equipment.
"But this is both a disaster and an opportunity, a starting point for a new beginning," Blazkowicz expanded the world projection, pointing out several locations: "Abandon the past, re-establish Hive Cities in these places, and embrace the coming new life."
"Praise the primarch," Gela knelt and shouted, the Blazkowicz's casual guidance was wealth that could not be sought.
Those few locations were particularly important, suitable for establishing new Hive Cities, serving as proof of a new beginning.
Blazkowicz paid no mind, merely waving his hand to dismiss him from the bridge, then turned and leaned on the command console, opening the star map to begin deploying the next actions.
Gela dared not disturb him, rose, and respectfully left, heading to his quarters.
The star map was dazzlingly bright, and Blazkowicz's eyes were somewhat hazy as he began to divide the fleet, dispersing them to other worlds to eliminate xenomorphs.
The Legion's ten companies, two companies per group, each piloting two battleships and two carriers, accompanied by Custodians and Iron Men, began the war to exterminate Krafen's forces.
Having quickly completed the deployment, Blazkowicz used his Archon authority to issue an order over fleet communications: "Five hours of rest, then proceed to other worlds to eliminate the entrenched Krafen's forces."
His intense emotions flashed through the psychic link: "For the glory of the Primarch!"
"For the glory of the Primarch!"
Over a thousand brothers responded, then checked their equipment and personnel, boarded their warships, and headed into the void to completely clear the Beta Sector of the Krafen threat.
While the fleet engaged Krafen's forces in the final purge, guests from the Nur Stars also arrived.
The Blood Angels Legion fleet exited the Warp, arriving at the Gate World, the gateway to the Nul main domain. Sanguinius crossed the star sea, coming to fulfill his brother's promise.
The Great Angel stood by the viewport, gazing at the various space stations of the Gate World; its prosperity far exceeded his imagination.
Behind him, the augury device emitted urgent alarms. With each scan, a large number of new units appeared and disappeared, and the cogitator arrays couldn't process them all.
The moment they exited the Warp and entered the star system, countless augury arrays also scanned the Gloriana-class Battleship angelic flagship named "Red Tear."
Many factions permanently stationed in the Gate System were curious about the arriving fleet. Its leading flagship was entirely golden, shaped like a longsword, with golden twin wings adorning its stern, magnificent and graceful.
"What a grand spectacle..." Sanguinius sighed. Even in the heart of the Imperium of Man, Terra, he had never seen such prosperity.
Although The Ninth Legion's fleet was not as large as the Luna Wolves or other Legions, it still held its own within the Imperium. However, in the Gate System, it appeared somewhat "slender."
The Rogue Traders traveling between Terra and Argent Nur, and the Legner Family fleet bearing their emblem, were so enormous that they looked quite "bloated."
"This is a land of light," First Company Captain Raldoron stood beside the Gene-Father, seeing the massive fleets entering and exiting the stargate, also sighing: "The Warrior King's domain also symbolizes prosperity."
Hearing his son's praise, Sanguinius felt a little jealous, and with a slightly sour tone, he said, "Then you stay here? As the Legion's diplomatic envoy?"
If it were any other Legion, a Primarch saying this to his scions would undoubtedly represent disgust or a warning from the Primarch.
Raldoron, however, smiled faintly, his handsome face radiant. He knew it was the Gene-Father' little mischievous thoughts at play: "If you arrange it so, I will naturally obey your command."
"Of course, this Great Crusade is not bad, but as a diplomatic envoy, it offers me a wider world."
Sanguinius's lips twitched slightly. Behind him, the Legion's high-ranking officers lowered their heads, suppressing their laughter.
Having shed the dark and bloody past, the Blood Angels Legion was so glorious. Their faces, inherited from The Great Angel, were radiant and handsome, full of captivating affinity.
"My lord, there's an incoming communication."
"Connect it," Sanguinius hurried to the command console, his face stern, presenting his best image to his brother.
A holographic projection lit up, showing a beautiful lady with long, flowing hair, her blue light-form wearing an elegant long dress.
"Central Law · Lady Sophia," Sanguinius's voice was gentle, greeting her in an elegant tone.
Before his visit to Argent Nur, he had done his homework, understanding Argent Nur-related matters and recognizing the Nur Stars' chief steward.
"Hello," Sophia's lively eyes narrowed, her illusory figure leaning back slightly, her body language showing disdain, and her tone was also somewhat cold.
Not to mention Sanguinius, even the Legion Warriors could see that Sophia's attitude towards the Primarch was very cold, even somewhat... disgusted.
The Legion Warriors' anger flared, and they were about to step forward to argue, but Raldoron held them back, shaking his head to signal them not to be impulsive.
"Do I seem to have displeased you?" Sanguinius was not angry, a smile still on his face. He knew that the pure white wings behind him had once again drawn different gazes.
"Yes," Sophia did not subtly hide it, stating her opinion directly: "These wings... are a deviation from the pure human form."
"The external form of humanity, passed down from Ancient Terra to this day, is perfect and flawless, symbolizing human purity."
"There is no doubt," Sophia's ethereal gaze carried a humanized scrutiny as she examined the humanoid creature resembling an "angel": "Your seemingly holy appearance is a blasphemy against the pure genes of humanity."
Her simulated gaze was exceptionally calm, unmoved by beauty, expressing her subjective view of the mutation without reservation.
Sanguinius's beautiful face gradually stiffened, his gentle expression turning cold, and anger flickered in his eyes as he looked at the virtual image.
The Blood Angels' breathing quickened; their Gene-Father had come to visit with humility, only to be discriminated against and have the purity of his genes questioned.
They had reason to suspect that the Warrior King's absence, sending an ai to greet them instead, was a deliberate slight to humiliate a Primarch.
The Legion Warriors were seething with indignation; First Company Captain Raldoron stood in front of his brothers, holding out his hand to stop them, waiting to see what the Primarch would say.
"Lady Sophia," Sanguinius exhaled a turbid breath, suppressing his vexation as he asked, "Does your logical thinking not include any consideration for tolerance?"
Without a doubt, such an unreserved rebuke upon their first meeting made The Great Angel feel offended.
"No," Sophia shook her head lightly, her pleasant voice as calm as water: "Tolerance is an unnecessary variable that breeds system errors."
"I am the Central Law, responsible for the entire Nur Stars. In the brief time we have been speaking, hundreds of billions of commands have been issued from my intelligence core, maintaining the operation of the Star Empire."
"It is precisely because of this heavy burden that tolerance does not exist in my logical thinking; any humanized thoughts would lead to unfair consequences for billions of people."
Sophia's explanation left Sanguinius speechless. After careful consideration, he gave up trying to change Lady Sophia's opinion of him.
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On the contrary, deep within the Primarch's heart, there was a slight sense of pleasure due to the artificial intelligence's cold logic.
It indicated that Lady Sophia's intelligent mind did not view him as a high and mighty existence, but rather scrutinized him with impartiality.
She also did not hide her disdain and disgust; mutation was simply mutation, and the so-called perfection and holiness were merely a whitewash of mutation... The Imperium of Man heavily promoted it, describing the wings as a gift from the Emperor to his scions, a symbol of pure and flawless beauty.
Only a select few insiders knew that the wings were a mutation, a deviation from the Emperor's original design.
The Emperor himself had never shown fondness for the wings, his eyes reflecting mixed emotions, and his attitude was thought-provoking.
After a brief conversation, Sanguinius understood. Lady Sophia had not intended to deliberately humiliate him; her words were merely direct.
He regained his gentle demeanor and politely said, "Lady Sophia, I have specifically come to visit, and I hope our subsequent interactions will change your perception of me."
Sanguinius suppressed the surging anger deep within his genes, feeling there was no need to be angry at someone who spoke directly.
"I will not change my view," Sophia remained steadfast, calmly stating the facts: "I am a pure consciousness created by humanity; I do not tolerate mutation."
"But you need not worry; my views do not affect my duties, and I will not do anything that deviates from principles."
"The Spaceport tugboats have already departed to guide the fleet into port."
The holographic projection changed, and as Sophia explained, the guidance procedure was visualized: "The vessels will remain at the Spaceport for fuel and supplies, and you will transfer to a shuttle to proceed to the core region of the Nur Stars."
Sanguinius listened quietly; as a guest, he should naturally follow the host's arrangements.
"Please make the arrangements quickly," he naturally had no objection to such reasonable arrangements, and with a bright smile, he asked, "I am eager to meet my brother."
"King Nowick is not in the Nur Stars," Sophia did not conceal the fact that Blazkowicz was not in the Warrior Sphere.
Boom—
The Blood Angels erupted in an uproar, instantly boiling over, no longer able to suppress their anger. This was an intolerable slight!
More than a month ago, the Gene-Father had sent an invitation, expressing his intention to visit the Nur Stars with the highest etiquette.
The Warrior King had also agreed to the visit, gladly welcoming the arrival of the Blood Angels Legion, yet now that his brother Legion had arrived, he was nowhere to be found?
This was undoubtedly an extreme display of contempt and arrogance!
"My Lord!"
A rough roar sounded. Raldoron failed to restrain his brother and cast a guilty look at the Primarch.
Fifth Company Captain Nasir Amit stepped forward, pointing directly at Sophia's hologram, unable to contain his rage: "How dare they treat you with such disrespect?!"
Sanguinius's gaze fell on Amit. This savage scion had a brutal face, a grotesque scar running from his forehead through his left eye, extending to his cheek. He was gnashing his teeth, accusing Argent Nur of disrespect.
The Great Angel did not respond to Amit, his gaze sweeping past him to the faces of more scions, who were equally enraged.
His slender golden eyebrows furrowed as he pondered whether this journey to Argent Nur had indeed been ill-considered.
He still remembered the kind warning from their parting at Bawell II, and it was precisely this impression that led him to seek some answers in Argent Nur.
But this meeting across the stars was beginning to deviate from his beautiful imagination.
The ai's disdain and his brother's broken promise seemed to cast a shadow over this journey, gradually dispelling his hopeful expectations.
"Watch your words!" Raldoron stepped forward, grabbing his brother's shoulder, trying to pull him back into formation.
As the First Company Captain of the Legion, Raldoron also felt anger in his heart. How could he, as a member of the Legion, remain calm when the Primarch and the Legion were being disrespected?
However, he was more rational and composed, suppressing his emotions, and continuing to understand the situation to avoid unnecessary conflict.
"This is the Warrior Sphere," Raldoron's soft words quelled Amit's struggles, bringing his brother back into formation.
This is the Warrior Sphere!
This was a warning to Amit, and also a reminder to the Legion brothers that Argent Nur was different from the Chaotic Star Sea, being orderly and powerful.
The Warrior Sphere was the domain of Primarch Blazkowicz Novick, where the military and civilians were warlike, and their dictionary held no room for retreat.
Moreover, the Nur Stars and the Imperium of Man were not a single polity; they had only reached a strategic consensus for deep cooperation.
The Blood Angels could not represent the Imperium, but the Central Law represented Argent Nur.
When the Warrior King returned to the Imperium, the ai stood alongside him, and the Emperor's attitude had already explained everything.
"Lady Sophia," Raldoron pulled Amit back, glared at him fiercely, ignoring the latter's indignant grumbling, then turned and bowed, sincerely apologizing to Sophia: "My brother is impulsive by nature and did not intend to offend you."
Sophia's expression remained normal, always betraying no emotion, and she waved her hand to indicate that she had never cared.
Seeing Raldoron's handling, Sanguinius was very satisfied that his scions were willing to sacrifice some minor emotions for the greater good.
He turned his gaze back to Sophia's hologram, his expression sharpening, his voice as cold as a winter wind: "Lady Sophia, where has my brother gone?"
"Does your authority allow you to answer? If you cannot answer, I will lead my fleet away from Argent Nur and never visit the Warrior Sphere again."
Even a mud doll has a temper, let alone a Primarch, a war machine.
As a polite visitor, to be snubbed by the host, where would the Legion's face be?
If he did not receive a satisfactory answer, Sanguinius would lead his Legion away, forever remembering his brother's rude humiliation.
"I can answer," Sophia remained calm. With a wave of her hand, the holographic image changed, displaying the sequence of events: "Your envoy—Amaranth—submitted an invitation, and King Nowick agreed to the visit."
Sanguinius nodded to himself; so far, there had been no unexpected events; his brother was still in the Nur Stars a month ago.
His eyes narrowed slightly, keenly sensing an anomaly. Why would Blazkowicz leave in such a hurry, even at the cost of breaking a promise?
While thinking, he cast his gaze at Amit. The impulsive scion's anger had interrupted Lady Sophia's speech and diverted his own attention, preventing him from immediately considering the underlying reasons.
Sophia continued, "Half an hour after accepting your visit, news of Krafen's invasion arrived."
Krafen!
Sanguinius shot up from his throne, transforming into a phantom and rushing to the command console, looking down at the information displayed on the holographic projection.
The Legion Warriors had captured important information; their anger turned to astonishment, and their furious expressions melted into relief.
A terrifying xeno race had committed atrocities in the Ultima Orientis Segmentum, killing four thousand Ultramarines and destroying an expeditionary fleet.
"Lady Sophia, please provide the coordinates of the xeno invasion!" Sanguinius's face was solemn, his words resolute: "My Legion and I must go help our blood brothers."
Sanguinius was anxious. His brother's Legion only had a little over a thousand men, plus a thousand Imperial Custodians, making their total combat strength too small.
Against xenos who could easily eliminate four thousand Space Marines, even if he personally led the force, they were probably already engaged in a bitter struggle!
I must go help him!
Her gaze swept across the bridge, her tone calm yet firm: "If you insist on going, I will not stop you."
"King Nowick specifically instructed before he left: you don't need to be constrained when you arrive; you can move freely outside the core area."
"But I have a duty to remind you." She displayed Krafen's intelligence and the Archon's troop deployment, "mortals are not only unhelpful in the fight against Krafen, but will become a burden."
"Moreover, the regular Astropathic Choir Message reports state that the expeditionary force is not in danger, and the war plan is proceeding smoothly."
The cool reminder made Sanguinius calm down, realizing that Argent Nur had a mature war system, regularly transmitting Astropathic Choir Message reports, and maintaining contact with the main base.
If the front encountered a threat, Argent Nur Stars would have already mobilized troops and dispatched a large army to support them.
"Please prepare a battleship for us." After some thought, Sanguinius still decided to go and fight Krafen alongside his brother.
The cruel and terrifying xenos must be seen with his own eyes, so that the Legion would remember the war and avoid underestimating enemies in the future.
"As you wish." A data stream flashed in Sophia's eyes, and after some calculation, she agreed to the request.
The Astropathic Choir Message had a certain delay; the messages Argent Nur currently received indicated that the Legion was still engaged in battle with the xenos, and the battle was fierce.
Without clear instructions, Argent Nur would not send troops to support them, and it would be fine for outsiders to go and see.
Her backend issued an instruction, arranging a small fleet, and she said to Sanguinius: "In twenty-nine minutes, three high-speed battleships will arrive and take you to your destination."
"Thank you." Sanguinius nodded, secretly surprised by Argent Nur's efficiency.
The Empire's deployment of battleships involved a strict review process, requiring at least several days for instructions to be put into action.
"Wait quietly; the Iron Men Captain will assist you." Sophia nodded, and her holographic projection vanished into starlight.
With the ai gone, Sanguinius's expression became serious, and he ordered the Legion's high command: "Aside from necessary posts and those staying behind, select at least twenty thousand warriors, awaken the Legion's Dreadnoughts, and prepare to board."
"We must reach the battlefield as quickly as possible, intervene in the war as powerful support, and help our brother Legion defeat Krafen."
"As you command!" The Legion's high command straightened their backs in salute, and after receiving the order, quickly left to assemble the Legion at the fastest speed.
With the scions gone to prepare, only the guards and mortals remained on the bridge. Sanguinius shifted his attention, reading the intelligence on Krafen left by Sophia and formulating relevant tactical details.
The more he read, the more alarmed he became. The intelligence on Krafen he had previously obtained from the Ultramarines now became even clearer and more concrete in his mind.
This was no ordinary xenos! They had to strike with full force!
"The battleship has arrived; please board." A mechanical synthetic voice transmitted, prompting the troops to board.
The Angel scions immediately acted, demonstrating extremely high organization, completing boarding in a very short time.
The battleships did not stop for a moment, entering the Warp through the stargate. The Blood Angels were eager to rush to the aid of their brother Legion.
Six Terra hours after they left, an Astropathic Choir Message communication returned, reporting that the front forces had achieved a great victory, annihilating the Krafen that invaded Gela main planet... Sophia's thoughts paused for a Planck time, the fastest moment in the physical universe. She made a series of calculations and ultimately chose not to notify the Blood Angels to return.
According to calculations, they would meet in the star sea, and going back and forth would be too troublesome.
At the edge of the Milky Way, in high orbit around Gela main planet, only one battleship remained—the old glory.
Other ships had gone into the void to clear out remaining Krafen and thoroughly eliminate xenos infection in the area.
He remained alone on the bridge, dismissing everyone and closing the bridge doors, deducing and calculating on the command console.
Holographic projections displayed Astartes Legion data, the combat styles of various Legions, and how to annihilate them.
Judging by the completeness of the data model, it was clearly not a whim; he had been plotting for many years, carrying out some unknown plan.
"Every time I see this, I always feel your thinking is too complex."
Aang floated in the air, helping Junior build the data model. His cold voice was very low, with a mechanical sense of guilt: "This act of treason, if discovered by the primarch, you and I will be held accountable."
Junior's fingers trembled slightly, but his eyes were more resolute than ever: "Let's talk about it when he finds out."
His hands worked non-stop, constantly deducing and perfecting the data model: "You and I are accomplices; you also have these concerns, otherwise would you help me?"
The Iron Men stopped speaking, quietly floating in the air, using its own computing power to process data and fill it into the data model.
Suddenly, its floating body trembled, and its mechanical voice was somewhat flustered: "The augury device has a reaction; a fleet is leaving the Warp."
Junior's expression tightened but he wasn't flustered. He skillfully pulled out the data module from the command console, carefully placed it inside his armor, and said to Aang: "Quickly delete your own data memory."
"I'm already doing it!" Aang's polygonal body glowed with data, beginning to delete related memories, fearing that his little secret would be discovered by others.
The command console returned to normal, displaying images of the surrounding star sector, zooming in on the Warp fluctuation area.
"Argent Nur's battleships?" Junior saw the battleship identification signal, his brow furrowed, and a hint of unease flashed in his eyes.
The spacecraft leaving the Warp were Argent Nur's battleships, not civilian spacecraft carrying engineers and colonists, which was unusually thought-provoking.
Could it be that some emergency had occurred in Argent Nur?
An obligation flashed in his mind. Junior didn't speculate too much. He glanced at Aang, who was deleting data, then turned to look at the edge of the star system, waiting for the battleships to completely leave the Warp.
Three battleships burst out of the strange light: one battleship, one aircraft carrier, and one cruiser, forming a miniature attack fleet.
"Connecting communication." Aang completed data deletion, forgetting what he had just been doing, and faithfully carried out his captain's duties.
A holographic projection popped up, and an unexpected person appeared before Junior's eyes—the Blood Angel Primarch Sanguinius.
That beautiful face, even as a holographic projection, still radiated a soft glow, exuding extraordinary charm.
"Sanguinius?" His voice was a little hesitant. The Great Angel's arrival was truly unexpected; that highly recognizable face could never be mistaken.
"Blazkowicz Junior, Twenty-First Legion firstborn." Sanguinius smiled, letting out a long sigh: "Did I make it in time?"
"Ah? What do you mean?" Junior asked in a deep voice, performing a warrior's salute. Countless question marks arose in his mind, his confusion increasing rather than decreasing.
On the aircraft carrier's bridge, Sanguinius looked at the handsome man displayed in the projection, and a bad premonition surfaced in his heart.
"The war," he immediately stated his purpose: "Is your war with Krafen still ongoing?"
As he asked, his eyes glanced at the holographic map; there was only one battleship in the star system, and there were no signs of battle in the jungle world.
"Reporting, primarch," Junior lowered his guard and showed a friendly smile: "The main war with Krafen ended three days ago; we are now in the process of clearing them out."
The air on the aircraft carrier's bridge became stagnant. The enthusiasm of the fully armed Blood Angel warriors instantly extinguished, and they looked at each other in confusion.
Their warlike spirit had nowhere to vent, forcibly suppressed back into their stomachs, and their chests heaved more rapidly.
"Here is the war report." He explained to The Great Angel, signaling Aang to send the data for the Primarch to review.
Sanguinius nodded, beginning to examine the war information. Data flashed quickly through his eyes, and the more he read, the more alarmed he became.
The company commanders nearby who saw it felt their irritation dissipate, and the eyes beneath their crimson helmets gradually focused on the war report.
Raldoron lightly tapped the Techmarine's leg armor with his foot. The latter immediately understood and walked to the command console to copy the war data.
This was a precious treasure; the data within was extremely precise, accurately recording the war, Krafen's physiological characteristics, and habits.
With concrete intelligence, if the Blood Angels encountered Krafen, the form of war would change, turning passive into active.
"A glorious victory!" Sanguinius saw through the data stream and couldn't help but praise.
Through the detailed data, the Angel reconstructed the war in his mind, filled with danger, Krafen's ferocity, and the crisis faced by his brother Legion.
"Your command ability is excellent." He couldn't help but praise again.
Junior proceeded cautiously, engaging the xenos with extremely restrained methods, never taking risks, building the Legion into a spiked tank with no weak points, leaving Krafen nowhere to strike.
"Where is my brother?" Sanguinius was eager to meet his brother in the star sea and ask about the specific process of the war.
"The Gene-Father is six light-years away," Junior provided the coordinates. "That's a scattered star cluster where a new alien species has been discovered."
"You're truly excellent." Sanguinius's beautiful eyes fixed on his brother's scions, his praise never ceasing.
Junior voluntarily providing the coordinates was a subtle way of dismissing them, entrusting the relationship, which required careful consideration, to the Father of the Legion.
Yet, the process was extremely polite; even if his true intention was seen through, it was difficult to feel any ill will.
Junior remained silent, not backing down, looking directly into the Primarch's eyes, and made a warrior's salute with his right fist to his chest as a farewell.
The holographic communication was cut off, and the three warships re-entered the Warp, heading into the depths of the star sea to search for the Warrior King.
The black eyes reflected the Warp's light, silently waiting for the fleet to disappear from view. The smile on Junior's face vanished, replaced by solemnity.
He stood by the viewport, whispering, "Can the Emperor tolerate his mutation?"
As a Terra-born warrior, Junior had followed the Emperor for many years, slaying warlords of the Old Night and purging the Thunder Warriors. He believed he had a superficial understanding of the Emperor.
That man, who bore the weight of all humanity, could tolerate anything for the greater cause, but he had zero tolerance for genetic mutation, wishing to eradicate it as quickly as possible.
Junior pondered for a long time without an answer, thinking that he had been away from the Emperor for a long time, and perhaps that man's mindset had undergone some changes.
"Notify the Primarch..."
He stopped halfway through his sentence, his eyes shifting as he gave up on the idea.
He rubbed his temples, then walked out of the bridge, intending to get some rest.
The Gene-Father had abandoned his Legion to explore the void alone. Now that trouble had arrived, he would send him a "surprise"... The old glory fell silent, most of the warship's lights turned off, hiding among the galaxy's stars, waiting for the Legion's return.
Six light-years from Gela's world, multiple star systems existed, drifting on the dim edge.
The massive carrier shut off its external lights, hiding in the void's background. Blazkowicz was on the lower deck, looking through a panoramic glass observation window, observing the world below with interest.
The star of this system was a bright yellow dwarf, 1.5 times brighter and 1.1 times more massive than Terra's star.
The system had few planets, with four uninhabitable resource worlds, making it slightly more prosperous than other fringe systems.
The fifth orbital path of the star was an enormous gas giant, entirely a beautiful, mysterious pale blue, with a dark blue storm eye near its equator, like a giant eye watching the void.
The gas giant had immense mass and fourteen moons, one of which was the size of Terra, with strange and colorful jungles and vast oceans, an extremely flourishing biosphere, and indigenous highly intelligent native species.
The local species called their world — Eywa, meaning "Great Mother."
But now, this beautiful world was being invaded by humans, who were seizing its rich mineral resources.
Several inefficient solar sail spacecraft were parked in high orbit, releasing ground troops to descend to the world humans called "Pandora," attacking the local natives.
"Ha~ ha~ ha~" Harlan's wild laughter came, "You mean, for a long time in the past, you thought you were the only humans in the universe?"
The Champion Swordsman laughed heartily. Kneeling before him was a middle-aged man in military uniform, a colonel, with his hands bound behind his back. His face was resolute, his build strong, and his white short hair was spirited, with sharp, fierce eyes.
A translator hung around the middle-aged man's neck. His language was not High Gothic but one of the many Low Gothic dialects.
"Yes, sir." The colonel knelt, looking at the White-Armored Warrior before him, his admiration palpable. He answered every question without hesitation: "Our planet has no historical records of other humans, nor any ancient technological relics. Scientists believe we evolved from apes and are the only human species in the universe."
The strangers were majestic and powerful. Facing such extraordinary beings, the colonel answered truthfully, not daring to conceal anything.
These "humans" had entered the heavily guarded military camp, silently abducting him, their origins quite mysterious.
Moreover, this massive warship could not be built even with all the power of his home world; the technology it used was far beyond imagination.
"I never thought that in the impoverished backwater on the edge of the galaxy, there would not only be a thriving life-sustaining planet but also a completely lost human population."
"You are truly interesting." Harlan squatted in front of the colonel, tapping the panoramic glass with his gauntlet, which projected a holographic image: "To secure resources, you've come all this way."
The projection showed solar sail spacecraft. Under the augury device scan of the Argent Nur warship, they held no secrets.
The spacecraft was less than two thousand meters long, with solar sails at the front, crew living quarters in the middle, and a large exhaust nozzle and spherical fuel tanks at the rear, all connected by a high-strength keel.
Within the living quarters, active space was minimal, with most of the area occupied by hibernation pods, providing for long journeys of dormancy.
The ship's log showed that humans departing from their home world to Pandora took 6.75 years for a one-way trip, and this was their second visit.
It was precisely because of the strong light burst during the spacecraft's deceleration on its first arrival that the Argent Nur warship's augury device detected it, prompting Blazkowicz to investigate.
"Release him." Blazkowicz stood in the distance, Obelisk by his side, arms crossed, looking down at Pandora, his interest unwavering.
Harlan unbound the colonel, then, holding him by his belt like a chicken, brought him before Blazkowicz: "State your name."
"Reporting, sir!" The colonel straightened his posture, chest out, his voice strong and clear: "My name is Miles Quaritch, and in our Legion, I hold the rank of colonel!"
"He's a good soldier." Blazkowicz nodded slightly to the colonel. He could tell the colonel was very proud of his military identity.
The simple, ordinary praise made Miles feel his knees weaken, and he instinctively wanted to kneel.
The person before him had a heroic and awe-inspiring face, deep and rational eyes, and a body full of strength and reason, possessing exceptional leadership qualities and exuding extraordinary charisma.
With just a word or a glance, he could make even the most resolute warriors submit and follow him without hesitation.
"What do you think of the local natives?" The great man's tone was calm, yet it revealed a different kind of majesty, like a clap of thunder in the ear.
It's here!
The colonel's heart tightened, knowing that his test had arrived. His upcoming answer would determine the attitude of these lords before him.
"The natives are called 'Na'vi.' Some people believe we should coexist peacefully with them..."
"Stop!" Harlan interrupted him roughly, stating in a flat tone: "Don't talk about others; just tell me your own opinion."
Miles's face darkened. Since joining the military, he had never been so nervous, as if the fate of his entire nation rested on his shoulders.
Facing the mysterious "lords'" inquiry, his gaze sharpened, disregarding everything else, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes: "Those blue-skinned aliens should be conquered by humans, to make way for living space, and all of them sent to the mining areas to dig!"
After he finished speaking, he felt extremely unrestrained, and the accumulated frustration was swept away.
Recently, those scientists who didn't understand the harshness of survival had been clamoring, advocating for harmonious coexistence with aliens. This dangerous ideology was beginning to influence some wavering soldiers.
Regardless of the outcome today, he had committed himself. He had to speak his mind before the important figures, and let chaos reign after his death!
Blazkowicz remained silent, his face calm and noncommittal.
"Not bad, young man has awareness." Harlan stepped forward and patted the colonel's shoulder, his long tone filled with relief, and a hint of disappointed regret: "He has awareness, but he's too merciful!"
"Aliens must be utterly exterminated." His words carried a reprimand: "And those coexistence factions and surrender factions, all have their frontal lobes cut out and sent to mining and endless labor, to repay the sin of ignorance with their lives."
Miles Quaritch's pupils dilated. After listening to the reprimand, his eyes felt sore, and a clear path unfolded before him.
"Please teach me, sir!" Miles willingly knelt, his forehead bleeding from hitting the ground.
He had understood that the lords who had invited him deeply detested aliens... xenos, and acted with swift decisiveness.
"Get up." The exceptionally magnificent man spoke again, his tone understated, yet still incomparably majestic.
Miles didn't want to stand, but his body wouldn't obey. The instinctive reverence materialized, surpassing his own thoughts.
"Show your methods and determination." The holographic glass beneath Blazkowicz's feet magnified, giving a clear view of the human base on the planet: "As the highest security officer of the base, if you can't control it, your capabilities are deeply doubted."
Miles understood. He was too weak now to catch the attention of the lords.
"I understand what you mean." He smeared the blood on his face, revealing a cruel smile, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, and his fists cracking: "The base needs a voice that is absolute!"