"Hmm...... Did the marshal tell you anything else? Promelia asked cautiously.

Gray Wind replied without hesitation: "He also said that any rule and any law are just tools for the strong to restrain the weak, and the truth of this galaxy is violence and only violence." Violence is all, violence is the only one. Violence can win everything, and violence is the ultimate perfect solution to all problems. ”

"......" Promelia was silent for a few seconds, and nodded helplessly: "I understand, if this is the will of the leader......"

Gray Wind showed a teachable expression.

In fact, long before Russell proposed the idea of the Blood Royal Court, the development direction of the Far Eastern Star Domain had already been determined.

That is, to develop force at all costs and to strengthen it by any means, because only force is the only foundation for mankind and the way to establish one's life.

Love and Peace, Dreams and Ideals; Development and the Future, Freedom and Redemption...... High-sounding truth, innocent kindness. Will the greenskins listen? Or will Taryn listen? Or do you want to beg the space necrons and eldars to show kindness?

"He said that every race in this universe wants to slaughter every race except himself."

Including titanium.

He said that the universe does not believe in peace, and that only killing and destruction are the only eternal and unchanging themes in the galaxy.

"He said, "I will believe, and I will believe anything." Grey Wind placed his hands in front of his chest, his gaze calm.

Just as Russell boarded the Grey Gu Mothership unsuspectingly when Falla first met, Grey Wind reciprocated with unreserved trust in Russell. All he had to do was to do it, and the consequences would be discussed later.

Promelia was numb, numb, her mind was full of marshals, wise, and what the marshal said to the marshal was what it was.

But in addition to calling the marshal, there is another very real problem: there are less than 1,500 high-quality personnel in the entire Far Eastern Star Domain who have successfully obtained an A-class pilot's license to command destroyers and above, and the giant dockyard has produced more than 2,000 battleships alone over the years, and it is still being built in a steady stream.

"Who will build so many ships?"

"Me!" Grey Wind is in charge.

Promelia was speechless.

Sending off the psionic director, who was numb all over, Grey Wind returned to the task at hand.

Her optical sensing swept forward, and the frame of the 'King's Landing Domination' was fully built, with dock modules, pressurized wings, dragon scale armor, and ...... Everyone was lying obediently in the warehouse waiting for her pampering, and then came the final assembly link, which was enough to make Mars prohibitively difficult to build, and for Gray Wind it was like building blocks.

But there's one final thing to do before building a juggernaut with bricks.

The Gray Gu Mothership, docked next to Dock 1, started its engines, and the graviton beam dragged a dormant L-Star Gate and slowly flew towards the core of the Dominating Frame.

As the construction of the Juggernaut officially enters the final stage, Grey Wind's mood is also excited.

"I've already put down the first block!"

"I, I've already built the first stargate!"

At the same time, at the edge of the stellar gravitational well of the Maculag Galaxy, a faint green light slowly lit up.

A tall mechanical geek danced and screamed, 13 robotic arms and 6 tentacles trembling with excitement, and on the deck behind him were countless Mekshite servants and state religion believers prostrate on the ground praying.

In the 5th year of the arrival of the remnants of the 13th Expeditionary Fleet in Maculag, the Stargate of Otlama was officially opened.

"Check the Stargate Operation! Monitor the curvature of space-time within galaxies! Always ready to forcibly cut off the energy supply hub! Ships from Falla could come out of the stargate at any moment...... Deportment! Pay attention to your demeanor! To let guests from afar experience the hospitality of Otlama......"

The mechanical sage excitedly dragged the mechanical arm back and forth on the deck, making a metallic sound, the Anglican priests present were already preparing to hold a grand chant for the lighting of the stargate, the cabin of the foundry ship was busy, and every now and then a technopriest was forcibly dragged to soak in coolant due to an overheating and short circuit in the data center, and then crawled back to the deck with wet and sticky weeping, just to watch the light of the stargate for even one more second.

Unlike the fanaticism of the two religions, the Astarte monks have generally maintained their sanity on the starmarines fleet, perhaps thanks to the excellent ideological and political education of the Ultramarines, and the heirs of Kiliman are always more willing to show their sane and glorious side to the outside.

Above, it is not allowed!

"Captain, can the accusations of heresy against me be dropped now?"

The speaker was a tall Space Marine, dressed in inky blue armor, with a gilded warband emblem engraved on his shoulder armor and a golden crown of laurel leaves on his head, which symbolized glory.

- Former company commander of the Blue Blood Noble Warband, current battle leader, Elliud.

He was now standing on the bridge of the legendary battleship known as 'The Glory of Macurag', beside him another veteran Monk Astarte, whose pale sideburns had been severed by a scar.

Although he is also the head of the war group, it stands to reason that Elliud is on the same level as this old-timer in principle, but in fact, he always subconsciously lowers his head than the other party. Because the unit where this veteran serves is nowhere else, it is the mother group of the blue-blooded noble warband, one of the original Astarte Legions-Ultramarines.

The current leader of the Ultramarine's warband, 'Hardin Hermes', is a guy who looks forward to retirement every day.

"The accusations against you were initiated by the Great Sage 'Trivins', with the involvement of the Church and the Inquisition. Together, they condemned you to be excommunicated for rebellion, and it was very difficult for me to forcibly save your life against public opinion. Captain Hatting Hermes looked embarrassed: "I don't have the authority to directly withdraw the charges against you, even if the Star Gate has been built, I'm afraid it will take a period of actual use to verify the reliability before the Mechanic Order will rehabilitate you." ”

Elliud sighed, "You've been fooling me for the same reason for five years, Captain. ”

Five years ago, he led the 13th Expeditionary Fleet, which had suffered heavy losses, to escape from the pursuit of space necrons, and to cross Damocles Bay into the Otrama Domain, returning to the home of the Ultramarines.

However, when the scarred blue-blooded noble warband exhausted traveled to the home planet of the Father of Genes, hoping to recuperate and resupply, they were greeted not by the condolence of the Parent Order, but by a combined accusation from the Mechon, the Anglican, and the Inquisition.

The pedantic Great Sage Trivins could not accept the existence of the Stargate Network, and united all his connections to forcibly brand the L-Stargate as an evil forbidden technology, intending to pronounce the 13th Expeditionary Fleet as the minions of Chaos.

Elliud understands that if it weren't for Harding and the Ultramarines, they might have died on the way to the Atonement Crusade.

He also understands that behind this groundless accusation there are shadows of dignitaries who do not want to see their power weakened.

He can fully understand the difficulties of the mother group, but.

"Captain Harding, you've put a lot of pressure on us to be protected and imprisoned, I know you, but, but...... What do you mean by secretly spreading the word in Maculag and selecting personnel for Terra Expedition within the Ultramarines? ”

That's obviously our job......

(End of chapter)