[A situation without precedent is a catalyst for the development of adaptive capacity. Don't expect to anticipate everything that may happen, instead, go for it. 】

[—Killiman, "The Principles"]

Influenced by Robert Killiman's personal philosophy, the Ultramarines are not a legion keen on extermination orders.

In addition to the extermination order, they also avoided phosphating weapons as much as possible, avoided radiation weapons, poison gas weapons. Avoid any weapons that could cause long-lasting damage to the local environment.

War is only a necessary process of reconquest, and the Ultramarines do not seek anything from the process of war, and they do not derive morbid pleasure or glory from the wails of their enemies.

As a result, the Ultramarines are destined to be at odds with some of the legions that are keen on war and destruction, and in fact, the Ultramarines have already complained about the combat style of some legions.

And the Death Guard. It just so happens to be a legion that is proficient in the use of [Special Weapons], and has also received the title of [Brutal].

According to common sense, the cooperation between the two legions will not be very harmonious-

But there are exceptions to everything.

【Extinction Order Approval】

They stood in front of the observation window on the Glory of Maculag, waiting for the planet's final curtain call.

After a lengthy, unemotional discussion with Hades and a weighing of interests, Killeman allowed the atrocity.

This is an atrocity that must be done.

The disappearance of another civilization, whether it be their palaces carved out of stone or the shouting of street stalls, is not allowed to exist, they are erased because they are not in the interests of the Empire.

The Glory of Maculag was large and had a good gravity system, but Killeman felt the floor tremble slightly beneath his feet, and he silently counted the reloading steps of the atmospheric incineration torpedo, each step a shudder.

[My lord, the torpedo is loaded.] 】

Killiman's lips squirmed twice, [fire], he said.

This is an atrocity that no person of conscience can bear.

He watched as the torpedo streaked silently across the void, what a tiny bullet on the scale of the galaxy.

The faint tail flame was like the last light of a bonfire, dotted on that tiny spot, and in Gilliman's sight, it slowly approached Absto—

The torpedo was the first to enter the planet's upper atmosphere, and the small dot burst into a brilliant blue, but it still did not explode, and continued to make its loyal progress towards the calculated burst point.

Killiman imagined that among the wreckage of the Imperial warriors had traded through, there were people struggling to survive, crying out in despair for their families in the ruins of their homeland.

The enemy has all retreated, will they mistakenly think that they are saved? Would you mistakenly thank the enemy for their mistakes or for their mercy?

On the gray earth, he dragged his severed limb as he walked, the buzzing in his ears grew louder and louder, and he suddenly realized that it was not his own problem, and he looked up and saw a burning meteorite streak across the sky—

The next moment, the retina burns along with the sky.

The atmosphere screamed, the ocean boiled, and the bright and warm bright yellow quickly filled and embraced the gray planet, and the blazing red-hued flames devoured all oxygen, and all living things would scream in the suffocating heat towards destruction.

The entire planet melted as easily as glass, revealing a shell as crystal clear as amber.

The brilliant red reflected on Gilliman's face through the porthole.

He is still witnessing all this, and this is the inevitable consequence of his actions, and Killiman needs to witness, learn, and then better save those who can still be saved.

After the flames boiled for thirteen seconds, Killiman looked away.

The first thing he saw was Motarian with a raging fire in his eyes, which were even hotter than the burning Abs.

Motarian had an extreme hatred for psionics, and Killiman chose to silently look away from him.

Then he saw Hades with a blank face.

Compared to Motarian's overflowing hatred or excitement, Killiman could not detect a trace of ebb and flow in Hades.

He reminded Gilliman of the stone carvings in front of the cemetery, which merely witnessed and monitored all this, ensuring that the dead were buried and not continued to remain on earth.

Killiman thoughtfully returned his gaze to the burning planet.

Sure enough, when the planet burned so much that no living thing could survive, Hades was the first to speak and said softly,

"It's over, we've done everything we can to eliminate the planet's pollution of the Empire."

Killiman looked at Hades, and then the two of them glanced together at Motarian, who was still immersed in the flames, as if he was immersed in the hellscape.

Hades silently, silently took a small step back.

Receiving Hades' signal, Killiman took a half-step back without a trace, and then he turned on the private communication channel, and by the way, turned on the ambient mute.

[I'll be in charge of Abstu's report next, but in the psionic section, I need the help of the Death Guard.] 】

Hades raised an eyebrow in surprise, he had expected that the overall battle report would be the job of the Death Guards.

"To the extent reasonably possible, the Death Guard will provide the Ultramarines with all reasonable help in sanctioning psionics."

Hades said without humility or arrogance,

[So. 】

Killiman deliberately lengthened his voice, he remembered what Hades told him about psionic species, to sum up, they are rare, but they are also dangerous, don't try to understand the logic and knowledge of psionic species, encounter them, just destroy them.

In particular, Hades stresses not to try to understand and access their knowledge, which is toxic, he told Gilliman in all seriousness.

As the Lord of Otlama, as the primordial who received the ashes of the war in Randan, although he looks like a politician on the surface, Killiman, like Dorn, will not have the slightest curiosity in the face of absolute prohibition.

But. The same is Robert Killiman, who likes to learn and emulate the superior classes in the various legions.

Robert Killyman pondered for a moment, and Robert Killyman thought the Death Guard's anti-psionic class was a good thing.

And Killiman's keen political flair told him. Talk about this aspect of the deal. The Master of the Silent Retreat would be more suitable for Ultramarines.

Hades, what do you think about the Death Guard's anti-psionic experience in a friendly exchange with the Ultramarines?] 】

Hades stared silently at Motarian's back, and the voice of the private channel could not be transmitted outward.

Looks like Killiman sensed something. Worthy of a politician.

"The Death Guard has always been known for its silence, and I'm afraid it's hard for the Ultramarines to get inside the Death Guard to learn."

The expected refusal, Killiman's face did not change, and continued to ask,

[And what about weapons?] Ultramarines don't have weapons as targeted as Death Wards, and while we don't often face psionics, there will always be a small number of psionic species in a civilization, and I love the actual combat value of those weapons. 】

"Thank you for acknowledging these unpopular weapons that I have researched."

Hades smiled,

"But unfortunately, because I thought about developing it myself, these weapons are not very mass-produced, even in Death Guard, and they can't be equipped on a large scale."

Killeman looked at Hades.

If he didn't want to give the Ultramarine, then he wouldn't say that he developed these weapons, what Hades now means is that he can give it, but it needs Killiman to show his sincerity.

Killeman instantly returned to the negotiating table where he did best,

[The necessary research and development of new equipment is crucial, and I am glad to see that the empire can have such talent.] 】

[If you need help, then the Ultramarines will help as much as possible, as a death guard to help us understand the gratitude of psionic powers, and also as a respect for talents.] 】

Hades showed a rather bright smile this time,

"Mistress Killiman, you know what?"

Killiman's right eyelid jumped,

"I've always admired the beautiful view of the Ultramarine's home planet, Macurag."

Killeman doesn't think anyone with a brain would say such a thing, and his brain is thinking about what Hades means at breakneck speed.

Others may only sigh at her abundant resources and excellent humanities, but I am amazed by the vibrant administration under this beautiful landscape——"

Ah, I see, Killyman understood.

- As if sensing something, Motarian turned back to see the two men who were also indifferently watching Abstu.

"Abstu's atmosphere will continue to burn for at least a standard Terra week."

Hades winked at Motarian,

"Maybe we can finish this report before it burns out completely?"

[The Ultra Warrior can be responsible for the main body of this battle report, and we have unique experience and insights into filling in the battle report. 】

Killiman hurriedly said,

[Yes.] 】

Motarian said he realized that perhaps not everyone could fully understand and appreciate the beauty of Abstus right now.

Naturally, he had no illusions about Killiman, but Hades also showed an unapproachable coldness and cruelty at certain moments.

Hades only focuses on the facts, not what they mean, he cares about the reactions of others to the matter, and includes these in his calculations, but he himself has no reaction or emotion about it.

Just as Hades himself had hoped, Motarian felt that the job was still right for him.

【. Hades, you're in charge, and Garo and Vokes will help you. 】

Motarian turned back and continued to admire the howling planet, purified by the flames, where psionic filth would not remain.

After Motarian turned around, Killiman cast a look at Hades with an uncertain emotion, as if to say, is this really good?

Hades Dead Fisheye.

It's good, it's very good, he knows it's going to be like this.

Chapter 3k

Yes, yards.

(End of chapter)