"Also...... Can I help you? Bernartita looked as friendly as she could at the two grey winds.

"The master asked me to tell you that he is not a saint who gives selflessly. This is the last time he will help the Empire of Mankind for free - if you want to get some other valuable information or help from the 'Star Bulleter', you will need to pay for it. ”

Gray Wind's words were extremely clear, as if he was afraid that the other party would not understand: "This Zelow Storm Projector and the Seeker Base will be stationed at Faya all year round, and I will give you the principle of the chain combustion reaction that generates psionic dust, so that you can obtain the means of energy needed to maintain the system seal." ”

Half-gifting this artifact to the Empire, is the Star Bulleter so generous? If you let the Mechanics know......

Bernatita, ready to be opened by the lion, asked, "What does he want from us?" ”

"There was a lot of what the host wanted...... This time, it's the right to conscript. Greywind said truthfully, "We want to gain the power to legally recruit troops in Espernes and its surrounding sectors - small is fine, no more than 10 people per 10 years on every 1 nest planet. ”

That is, on average, only one person per planet is taken away per year......

This number is not even a drop in the ocean for the vast human empire. The price offered by the Sparling Star for the Zelo Storm Projectile was so low that it made Bernatita suspicious.

Perhaps the number of people is not the point, but the meaning of the "gaining power in the human empire" itself?

After thinking for a moment, Bernatita did not object: "I will do my best to convince the star district government of Espernes, if I can, this area can be extended to almost the entire Far Eastern Frontier." ”

"That would be better." The smile on Grey Wind's face was flawless.

After Bernartita left, Grey Wind returned to the device and continued his work.

The encirclement war in space is nearing its end, and with a steady supply of fuel, a psionic storm continues to envelop Falla.

All kinds of ship-borne detection equipment from both friend and foe have failed in the interference of this storm, and the Mechanic Order has taken the rare initiative to take out the Holy Relic "True Eye", which was Mao from the Archbishop when the Om Messiah Icon was built, to open up the vision of the Imperial fleet in order to better cooperate with the nanodragons.

The combat power of the nanodragon is so terrifying that by the time the fuel is finally exhausted and the storm finally dissipates, even in the field of vision of the True Eye, there is no longer a single Chaos ship that has not yet been destroyed.

The Anglican priests, who had survived the battle of preaching and encouraging the mortal auxiliaries in the previous battles, and had taken the lead in confronting the demons, are now worshipping the icon of the guide on the outskirts of the galaxy in every public open area they can find, deeply moved by the miracle of the emperor and weeping bitterly at the desecration of the icon.

The pious appearance even led a group of mortal soldiers to worship the headless icon with the lantern when they were not even healed, and almost everyone called this sudden subspace storm "Emperor's Fury", and even the nanodragon that suddenly appeared in Faya to beat chaos was praised by the fanatical believers.

This made Russell a little worried, and after a long time, Gray Wind would be worshiped by this group of superstitious people......

The Battle Nuns and the Imperial Guard, who had suffered minor losses due to their late entry into the war, took on the final ground combat mission of the war, clearing the few remnants of Chaos who had quietly landed on the surface of Fallas in the chaos, and were now clearing the enemy in the dense forests and steel jungles and preparing for battle.

This is the meat grinder's best attrition war that the Empire is best at, and it can be done well without any help from outsiders, and at most the casualties will be higher.

By the end of the war, the badly damaged Imperial fleet had begun to rotate into the fleet anchorage at the bottom of the Seeker, or to Falla's starport for repairs. In the process, the officers on the battleship unexpectedly discovered a strange thing:

Every technical priest and the mechanics and servants who were assigned to overhaul the ship seemed a little listless, as if they had a certain resentment, and even the ritual of purifying and appeasing the soul of the machine was unprecedentedly slack.

It's incredible for an oil guy.

They didn't know why the technocrats were sulking, or that the techno-sages who had assembled the L-Star Gate by hand were hurrying from the Emperor's Statue to catch a glimpse of the artifact that had taken the subspace by storm in Falla.

Only the crew of the reconnaissance plane, which was responsible for monitoring the movements of the nanodragon, were still terrified, until it finally swung its tail and left as if it had had enough, and its huge body disappeared into the void with the distortion of spatial curvature, and their nerves finally relaxed.

The crew sent a request to the Knowledge Seekers base with a notification from the newly restored communication system, hoping that the Flame of Repentance would send a Space Marine force to take over the wreckage of a Chaos ship floating in the orbit of a gas giant in Fallas after the dragon had left.

Because they suspect that there may be a few surviving Chaos Astartes among the two largest Chaos flagships.

Salvaging warships of unknown origin is a good way to repair and wash and then use the style of the Mechanical Order, but for the filthy warships piloted by the Chaos Traitors, the Empire has always had only one option: destroying them.

But the embarrassing thing is that the Confessional Fire Battle Group is a little less crowded now, to be precise, this thousand-person battle group has fought so hard that there are less than 40 seriously injured people who are being rescued, and this is still the result of counting several dreadnought mechas.

Stretched thin, Milak had no choice but to shake his men, and finally the Grey Knights took over the task of cleaning up the Chaos ships.

Dimitri, who had been busy throughout the war, and his team of gray knights tiredly rushed to the orbit of the gas giant called the Lake of Tears, only a little late.

When they arrived, the two powerless flagships of Chaos, the Ark of Elysium and the Oracle of Truth, had been captured by the gravitational pull of the gas giants and were falling towards the ocean of liquid hydrogen on the surface of the Lake of Tears.

Standing on the side of the ship and watching the spectacular scene of the giant ship sinking into the giant planet, Dimitri fell into deep thought.

With his psionic powers, he could sense that there were still faint life signals in the two Chaos flagships, and several Chaos traitors of the Perfect Warrior Gang were still alive in the depths of the hull.

Reason told him that even if he allowed these two warships to sink into the giant planet, there was no way that the Chaos traitors inside would survive.

But out of personal emotion, Dimitri actually wanted to jump directly to the Chaos Flagship and slaughter all the depraved Astartes inside with his own power spear...... But that's dangerous.

The rest of the team had similar thoughts, and just as the Grey Knights were in a dilemma, a magical scene occurred.

Captured by the gravitational pull of the giant planet, the Ark of Elysium and the Oracle of Truth suddenly stopped sinking when they were about to plunge into the outer air, and the destroyed engines were rekindled, and the strong propulsion supported the hull to break free from the gravitational shackles and return to space.

Dimitri felt his fists harden