Alan Bair waited for the handover after the captain left, and he couldn't help but be impatient, looking at the clock on the wall that counted the time, and any standard Terra time made him a little impatient.

He watched the things draw closer, from the outer window to the massive metal fortress in the void, and his feelings grew fuller, and he took a long breath until the first mate in the ship connected the communicator, and the appearance of the local lord, a beautifully dressed beauty appeared from the dark green hologram in what looked like her bedroom.

Her slender gown covered most of her figure, but she could still faintly see that she did not have a beer-bellied figure like the other lords, and her long hair did not look different from those nobles, but had a strange feeling of a commoner noblewoman.

She was elegant, polite, and spoken. "Wait, my lord, I am your servant, welcome to this place, and we will provide everything for the warriors who fight the Emperor, but before that, I want you to promise me that we will remain neutral."

"Neutrality, this moment?" Alan Bair watched the recorder's rigorous account, and his favor for the lord quickly dissipated with the faint rise of her better looks.

Finally, Alan Bair said in a serious tone. "No way, we're not playing for the emperor, and we can't tolerate someone trying to keep themselves out of such an important position." But more because of the special location of this fortress, on the side of the couch, it is difficult to indulge their requests.

The lord replied as well. "No, we just need nominal neutrality, we will provide supplies at less than one-tenth of the market price, and externally it is a purchase, and I make this request more because."

She hesitated. "My people have an innate fear and aversion to Engilli, which is the result of absolute domination and long-term oppression of us, but society is complex, and there are still many people in our territory who fear and live by what they give."

"Moreover, our actual existence here has its countless eyeliners, neutrality is just a helpless move, if it is not so, I think those materials will probably not be transported to the port, but even if it is purchased in the name, we must be very vigilant against radicals, my territory is as torn apart as this star sector because of this war." Her words were full of emotion, but Alan Baier couldn't tell whether it was true or false, even if it was nominally neutral, it meant that they were not obligated to help the Imperial Guard with all their might, and they were eligible to rebel anytime and anywhere.

Alan Bair spoke. "As people think, the only two illusory things in this world, loyalty and victory, are the rarest, how can I trust you, trust in the loyalty that you, a man who has never met, are not even willing to take an oath."

She had a tangled expression. "Sacrifice or greater success, I, to be exact, I and my territory do not have."

"But I'm not worthless, even though it's ridiculous." She hesitated.

"It's a legend, but given the invincibility of the Ngilli spaceport in the void, I don't think it's unfounded."

"And it's a bit alarmist." She thought about it for a moment.

"Actually, the decisive battle for the Void in the war between the Feng family and Bandertar is not Bandertar's strength advantage, on the contrary, he is the side with fewer troops as a challenger, and he is at a disadvantage." After saying that, her expression was overcast, she didn't want to remember this incident, only this one.

She took a long breath, then pursed Min's red mouth and said as if she were reading it. "I used to be an Imperial Admiral, Lord. Feng. Many battleships serve next to you, sir. ”

Alan Baier bowed his head. "Feng ......" He recited this special name, but this word has an indissoluble bond with this star region, especially this area, for thousands of years, so he also has many complicated feelings.

"That, the failed Imperial Navy, the former master of this place ......" Alan Bair read the words that popped up in his thoughts, and realized that if this woman's words were true, then she might be worth only as much as the help of many local lords.

"Go on, for the next three hours, I want you to spit it all out, and, the recorder, destroy the part that has just been recorded, the content here is only known to the top of the Pordero hierarchy, whether it's true or not, I need a lot of secrecy." Alan Bair told the diligent man to tear up his records, and the soldier did as he said, and the female lord recounted the past as the vellum was cut.

"Thank you for your understanding, and may the Emperor bless you with such a command, and that is ......," she said after a pause. I used to be a communicator on its fleet of warships, and it was a privilege that I was chosen to be in the command room of a flank flagship at that time, to fight for the Imperial Navy in the name of my family, and for the master of the Engli spaceport, the true master. ”

"Now, most of the records have been erased, mainly because of the Feng family's policy of secrecy after the death of the female lord, and they centered on erasing the contemplative array and all written battle records, and tampered with the victory into their victory with great strength and the approval and overwhelming power of the majority of the lords."

"At the same time, most of the members were liquidated, but I, as a communicator, was still an unimportant branch and became a fish that slipped through the net, but the situation I got at that time was also very vague, but in the war that was originally superior, suddenly most of the warships of the Feng family's direct line guarding Enjili Harbor began to be chaotic."

"Although they were still able to fight back, those battleships showed unusual hesitation for the enemy's unconventional maneuvers, and in the end, those powerful Imperial Navy warships were torn apart little by little, and Bandertar's original inferiority to the Empire's powerful military power soon ended in the collapse of the chaotic and stagnant command system." Her expression was as cold as ice, and she seemed to be silent in the hellish void.

She went back to that day, back to the day the empire failed, and it was also the beginning of this moment, her heart was dead on the battlefield, she was not defeated, but those things were buried deep in her marrow, death, bombardment, flames, and the chaos of that day, and the faint sting of the skull.

Alan Bair said with a little disappointment. "I'm not here to listen to ghost stories." Although he was engrossed, he didn't necessarily feel that what the lord said was of much value, if it was just the collapse of the command area, it might be an internal family problem, or something else, but those would not appear in his troops, never.

It's just that the lord showed a pained expression and then continued. "My lord, no, my channel is not closed, I heard, it was the loss of control of personal emotions, and by the end of that day I began to study the special proposition of human feelings, which was almost taboo filth, but after touching a lot, I understood."

"Emotions are not emitted by the soul or will, nor are they the chemical reactions of the brain, but the self-protection of the environment by living beings, learning how to use and control emotions, to cope with the ever-changing world, so if a person's emotions cannot be controlled, then he will completely lose the ability to take care of himself, let alone fight."

Alan Baier couldn't help but interrupt those words. "Of course, I know that people who can't control their emotions will die in battle, there is no doubt about it, but what are the causes and consequences of this?"

The lord said uncertainly. "It's a legend, a strange legend, there was once an alien race, there are a lot of things like that in this world, but there are not many of them after the Great Expedition, the emperor's great plan has killed thousands of races, how powerful, it is admirable, those who worked hard for the emperor's plan don't know how many of those hateful things have been killed."

"But we have to admit that there are many guys who have been holding out for a long time, and in this place, to be precise, in the dead world of some nearby star system here, I found fragments of an alien race that dissected and understood humanity, and used their unique psionic psychic abilities to research a way that would make the Golden Fleet and thousands of Astartes have to choose to clean up that world with bombing."

Alan Baier lowered his head and asked. "What is it?"

"A witchcraft, like a curse, that is to attack the will of mortals, a vicious curse that even Astarte cannot avoid, it is a broken ancient instrument, I don't know how it works, what it looks like, how it works, but I am sure it exists, because I have seen the vicious scenery it has created, and it has taken decades to certify its existence, it is a curse issued by an alien race to the human race, the race that exterminated them before it died." Her language grew more and more intense, making it difficult to doubt, but if it were a normal time, it would be wishful thinking and fantasy to impress one of the top commanders of the Imperial Guard with such a story, but today, just an hour ago, Alan Bair's heart was shaken.

His face darkened. "An alien instrument for indiscriminate attacks by humans?"

The female lord shook her head. "No, I think that alien should have the same emotional factors as humans, or a similar emotional system, because the intensity of the Great Expedition is difficult for an alien to study a sufficiently terrifying weapon in a short period of time, and I have personally experienced those feelings, I think they should be more inclined to find a medium, that is, the input end, and then rely on that port to spread emotions."

Alan Baier nodded, thoughtful. "That is, they will target a person, a class of people, presumably something that a machine can read, and obviously they will mint those things to deal with Astarte, in other words, genes."

He thought of a terrible concept, but the appearance of the captain was in front of him, the Feng family was cursed, this is the truth behind it, those vicious imperial traitors cursed those loyal imperial nobles with alien equipment, and the family that took bloodline as honor and inheritance was also destroyed on bloodline, how ironic.

Looking at Alan Baier's thoughtful appearance, the female lord showed a wry smile and said. "My lord, Master Skadi, I don't want such words to impress a powerful Imperial War Lord, Imperial General, but I have been bound by this past for many years, and now speaking out also satisfies my personal wishes, no matter what, I will take the initiative to help the Imperial Guard from a personal point of view, without hesitation."

Alan Bair smiled. "Don't kidnap morally, put yourself in the position of the vulnerable, this is not useful to the people of this era, you may know that I have good intentions or something, but I don't have any personal feelings about the future of the entire fleet."

The lord said with a bitter face. "So are you going to refuse?"

Alan Baier was about to speak, his words still in his throat, but someone shouted. "No, I promise you, your territory is painted as neutral, because you have long supported your loyalty to honor."

Alan Baier turned his head to look at the source of the voice, the man was the captain, he was still tired, and he looked much better, but sleeping pills, sedatives were not so easy to avoid the effects of the medicine, which showed how terrible the curse was, just by getting close to his former home, he showed such a tired attitude.

The female leader showed a surprised expression and read. "Feng ......"

The captain interrupted her. "I'm just an officer in the Imperial Navy, that's all, and the information you provide, it's true......" he said a little weakly.

The female lord's eyes were red, but she still maintained an elegant attitude and said. "Beinrien. Lis, thank you for your understanding. She lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed slightly.

And Alan Bair's mood was not very good, he knew a grotesque information, and this information only had a negative effect on the expedition, at least his own, the most loyal captain was now out of combat.

Alan Bair said. "What do you do, such a state."

The captain looked out the window at the boundless void. "As fate would have it, I thought my family's indifference to my sister's death was real, so I sailed out of my family, but the ability restrained me, and I finally came back, I thought I could escape, but I couldn't, I wanted to face it, and now I have to escape."

"Fate is really ironic and tricky, as a descendant of the cursed family, those things follow me, my friend, promise me, destroy that instrument, and give me the true freedom of this sinful family."

Alan Baier didn't know how to answer, and he didn't know how the next war should be fought, how that kind of thing should be triggered, how to use it, he didn't know at all, but he subconsciously opened his mouth, it could be the effect of the alien device, or it could be sent out of the heart.

"Alien magic weapon, depraved and disgusting, the unruly rights he fought for with that thing, the sinner who was bewitched by power, is not you, but the ronin trader." He paused.

"Captain, you stay here, and the victory and the pain you once had will be wiped out in the war by the power of the Imperial Hammer, I swear, I swear to the Emperor in the name of the War Lord."

(End of chapter)