Sentinel Robot, a bipedal war machine developed by the Federation during the Tyranid War and mass-produced, is not comparable to advanced assault tactical vehicles in terms of combat effectiveness, but its high compatibility and ease of production make it extremely easy to form a numerical suppression. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although the lack of virtual intelligence units leads to a slight lack of battlefield response capabilities, in most cases, singular numbers do not need such response capabilities.

For example, now.

"This is the peacekeeping mission force, residents of the Empire, please return to your home immediately, we are here for peace." Rows and rows, tens of thousands, or even more sentinels walked the streets of the upper nest of Lendinium, their electronic eyes scanning the streets, and the cellular network incorporating maps into their logical minds so that they knew where their enemies were.

"Kill, ah, ah!" The roaring cultists tossed the fleeing residents aside, brandished their backward gunpowder rifles, or whatever they did, and the droids responded with a dense barrage of electromagnetic barrage.

Orange arcs filled the field of vision, sweeping away countless cultists who tried to stop the Sentinel's advance.

The civilians who had narrowly escaped watched with fear as the silent battle array approached them, their silver-white bodies like the embodiment of death, the streamlined bodies and the cold touch of the sentinels, bringing a beauty to the people of the empire who had never left their habitat that they had never experienced before—a deadly and at the same time completely different beauty.

"The Emperor is on ......," muttered someone in the crowd, who saw that the dark heretic creation surrounded them, and then, neatly, moved out of the way.

"Civilians, from here you can go to the shelter established by your Imperial Defense Forces, the Federation has no intention of violating the sovereignty of the Empire, this is just a peacekeeping operation." Then the army of sentinels marched again, in columns, and unwaveringly marched again.

The Empire cannot understand the choices made by the Confederacy, just as the Confederacy does not understand the Empire in many cases.

The basis of different births endowed them with different qualities, the rudiments of the empire were shaped by its founders, but its great leader was so perfect that when his ideals were still weak, the nascent empire was overwhelmed with blood, and in order to survive, the country he left behind had to choose to do whatever it wanted, to abandon reason and human dignity, to equate life with the cheapest consumables, and to devote itself to the eternal war among an enemy that could never be defeated.

And the Federation, after being forced to stay away from home because of its variety of choices, still follows its original expectations, choosing to unite the people with value rather than iron and blood, unlike the galaxy that has long been stuffed, Setopia is full of vacancies.

The only thing that is lacking is people.

Eventually, the Federation was reinvented here, and even in the harshest of circumstances, he would still choose the most difficult path to protect his people, and everything else was a cloud, and only the people were the root of the Federation's strength.

In the end, the Federation chose to respect life, while the Empire chose to put survival first.

Who can say who is right and who is wrong? In particular, if the Federation is placed in the position of an empire, can the Federation do better?

History does not allow assumptions, and Steven thought so, and he must be thankful that when the Federation returned to this galaxy, the Federation was strong and advanced enough, and the ancient state was still pregnant with strong vitality.

This galaxy, the homeland of human origin, this homeland deeply tormented by war, disaster and pain.

It is a new opportunity for the Federation, if, if it is grasped.

"I know you're here, Ed." Steven didn't look back, because he knew that the man he was waiting for, the most dangerous person in the most dangerous department in the hands of the federal government, had already landed a pawn on the planet, just like Hamilton.

"Come out, or will the Faceless be afraid to see another Federal citizen?"

"Your authority shouldn't have seen me, Steven, even though you're a diplomat now, under the guise of an ambassador, you're still an agent, and shadows have long been your instincts."

A vague shadow emerges from the void.

"So, now that you've laid a net of heaven and earth in Lundyneum, two data hubs have been built, the robot cluster and those Space Marines are sweeping away chaos with the Imperials, and the Federation's fleet is in the skies above Lendinium, what do you have to worry about?"

"You know what I'm worried about." Steven turned his head and looked at the blurry shadow, "Ed, you're trying to get Burke here, and now that we've completely lost track of him, what do you want to do?" ”

"Me?" Ed's voice gradually blurred, "Remember what we used to do? There are some things we can't help him...... But somebody can, and I'm just going to do him a small favor when the fire is lit. ”

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Imjosep's lifespan is as old as his title as the Supreme Phase Technician.

However, no matter how the times pass, the most profound pain is still the moment when the people were deceived and reduced to the rations of the stars.

At that time, Imjosp had been frozen and imprisoned for a long time, and his soul was the first sacrifice to satisfy the insatiable appetite of the life that devoured the stars.

But in that soulless body, the pain of witnessing the extinction of the clan is still imprinted in the chest and cannot be erased.

No matter how misunderstood, imprisoned, and sacrificed, Imjosp was still himself, the loving guide, the man of peace.

Even though the soul is gone, the cold soulless body still carries the personality of the ancient, and the burden of fate is taken over by the ancient pioneer.

Let the soulless return to the world, and clean up the great mistakes made by those who feared death.

Close the door they opened, the door of chaos.

Even if there is only pure logic left, the Supreme Phase Technician still takes this duty to heart and will never forget it.

And now, although there is no heart in his body, Imjosp still feels a long-lost ...... Joy.

[Supreme Phase Technician, the Void Field Matrix has been deployed.] Imjosep's logic circuit sounded the announcement of the captain of his guard, and the cold tone of his voice did not regain the vitality of what had been stored in his database.

"So, let's start and expel the pollution of the subspace from this planet." Imjosp replied in a nonchalant tone.

This is not only his mission, but also the promise he has promised.

In the atmosphere outside of Lendinium, a special tomb-class battleship slowly opened its obelisk, the dark green hull shone with the same indescribable light, and then, in the arch of the necromantic fleet and the Federation fleet, the light suddenly expanded, and then quickly formed a huge energy field that enveloped the entire galaxy.

An unspeakable wave swept through the streets of Lendinium, and the demons that had been raging came to a standstill.

Then, there were terrifying screams of pain, and some of the weaker demons even began to burn slowly, then tumbling and wailing and vanishing.

"Mr. Ambassador, I just launched the Void Stance Generator, and of course, it's a modified version that I've modified, and it's going to be even more effective." Imjosp said this in an icy tone in the communication channel.