As the battle ended, Noah's guards returned to the room, and this time, facing these 400 incredibly powerful guards, the high-ranking officials of the Imperium once again became solemn.
Earlier, they were so preoccupied with the heretics that they completely failed to notice how formidable the 400 individuals in front of them were.
They had just killed over 200,000 people, including gangsters and heretics.
Yet, when these men returned, they saw that the soldiers were still spotless.
Such immense combat power made them involuntarily compare these soldiers to Astartes, but they found there was nothing to compare.
Because they also didn't know the combat power of Astartes.
The Imperium possesses millions of worlds, and these planets are constantly increasing and being lost daily, so no one knows the exact number.
However, even with so many worlds, the Imperium only has a mere million Space Marines.
Although there are factors of deliberate control by the Imperium's high command, regardless, the number is indeed only that small.
This number is simply too small; it is incredibly difficult for an ordinary planet to see these demigods and angels of the Emperor.
Moreover, in many cases, apart from recruitment planets, most planets do not wish to see these demigods unless absolutely necessary.
The appearance of demigods usually bodes ill.
Especially for a hive world like theirs, although the population is large, and this time orks also appeared.
But in reality, most of these matters are handled by the Astra Militarum.
The situation had not yet become so critical as to require the Emperor's angels for rescue.
If the Emperor's angels were to come to their hive world, the planetary governor's position would be anything but stable; it would mean trouble.
It was precisely for this reason that they were unaware of the Astartes' combat strength.
However, thinking of the Emperor's angels...
These people turned their gaze towards the Ecclesiarch.
Before, they didn't need the angels' support against the orks, but now it was different; they felt they still needed the angels' support.
When the problem had already occurred, when the problem was laid bare before their eyes...
The Emperor's angels were no longer a terrifying thing, but a resource they yearned for.
Although they had a premonition that this mysterious person wouldn't do anything to them...
The feeling of having their lives in someone else's hands was truly terrible.
Among these people, the most anxious was probably the planetary governor.
According to his own estimation, he had probably been captured by Noah for a long time.
He didn't know how many tasks had accumulated over these past few days, and he didn't know if he would be worked to death when he returned.
Noah had been watching these guys' reactions from the side; as a researcher for the federation, he also had some knowledge of psychology.
Although the thoughts of the people opposite him weren't explicitly shown, he could still infer some things.
Time slowly passed for over ten minutes.
Noah felt that they should have calmed down and finished their discussions during this time, so he cleared his throat again and spoke.
"Ahem."
"Everyone, it's time to snap back. We've eliminated the enemy, so let's continue our discussion now.
I won't hide it from you; my request remains the same.
You provide me with the current cosmic coordinates."
"In exchange, after I release you, I am willing to give you a gift, just to make amends for my actions."
Grover took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Your Excellency, the star chart you requested..." He hesitated, looking at the data slate of the Arbites Executor, "Marcus, give him the coordinates of the Navigator Sanctum."
The Arbites Executor's face changed: "Sir! This violates—"
"Give it to him." The planetary governor's voice suddenly became incredibly firm, "In the name of Holy Terra, I command you."
"Now that heretics and cultists have invaded the Emperor's world, what we should do is first deal with these heretics, not remain trapped here!"
"If we remain trapped here, and once the world is breached by heretics, what price will I have to pay? Will I be able to live to see the Emperor?"
Noah watched this scene with interest.
When the Arbites Executor reluctantly reported a string of coordinates, he quickly located the exact position on his virtual map—a circular building hidden at the top of a hive spire.
"Interesting," Noah narrowed his eyes, a suppressed anger in his gaze.
"You keep living Navigators in cages and use them as tools?" The star chart showed that the so-called "Sanctum" was surrounded by suppression fields and monitoring equipment.
The Ecclesiarch immediately retorted: "Those are the sacred Navigator families! They willingly serve the Emperor—"
"Willingly?" Noah sneered, pulling up a scan of the building's interior.
In the image, several humanoid beings with third eyes embedded in their foreheads were locked in mechanical restraints, with IV tubes and data cables plugged into their bodies. "Is this how you treat your fellow humans?"
The moment he saw these Navigators, he had already ordered his mechanical guards to perform a soul scan to confirm they were human.
And it was precisely because he confirmed they were human that Noah became enraged.
These were human compatriots, their own people, and how were they treating their own people?
To treat their fellow humans with such brutal methods, such actions could directly be punishable by death!
This was a clash of two worldviews; for the Terran Federation, such things would never occur.
Noble federation humans would never waste the lives of their compatriots on such things.
At the same time, the federation would not treat its own compatriots and citizens in such a manner.
The scene unfolding before Noah now undoubtedly challenged his worldview.
His worldview was shaken, and anger brewed within him.
"You!" Noah really wanted to say something, but the federation was still very friendly towards human civilizations outside the federation.
Moreover, the federation was willing to respect the unique customs of these human civilizations until the federation liberated them.
After all, in this silent and indifferent galaxy, it is not easy for a race to survive, and not all human civilizations can develop to such a degree as the Terran Federation.
Of course, if the federation arrived and they still insisted on their traditions, they would inevitably face a great cleansing from the federation.
Perhaps this was something the human civilization here had no choice but to do, Noah thought, comforting himself in this way, allowing his anger to subside.
Well, under such a dialogue, the atmosphere once again fell silent.
However, Noah got what he wanted; he got the star chart.
But now he was not in the mood to see where he was in the universe; instead, he waved his hand weakly at the people in front of him.
"Everyone, thank you very much for your cooperation. Please keep today's events a secret and do not speak of them. Of course, I will employ some means to ensure you cannot speak of today's events."
"At the same time, theoretically, I should thank you, but you have shown me something very unpleasant, so I no longer wish to give this thank-you."
"Please understand, I will stop here. You may leave now. You can choose to return by yourselves, or I can have someone escort you back."
Noah managed to say this to them in a very calm tone, then waved his hand, signaling his mechanical guards to take all these people out.
He didn't really want to see the rulers of this world right now; they were simply too outrageous.
Although this might be crucial for the survival of their civilization, such abstract rulers indeed challenged Noah's perception of the world.