The question from the juniors made the old head of the regiment Hatting blush, but how could the thickness of the face of a start-up team leader be able to easily break the defense?

In a moment, the only trace of guilt in Harding's heart completely vanished.

Harding coughed lightly and said in a serious tone: "Elliud, you have to understand the hard work of your predecessors, it's not that I won't let you go, but the fact that Xingmen is a big deal. It's not just a matter of shipping routes or a network, it's about the distribution of interests between the local aristocracy and the Terra bureaucracy, and the water is very deep, and you are too young to grasp the ......"

Speaking of this, the old leader's expression was a little melancholy.

Today's Otrama Star Field has long been a plate of scattered sand, and bureaucrats everywhere are collecting their feathers and going their own way, arguing endlessly for some personal petty interests, completely ignorant of what the overall situation is and what the general righteousness is.

If the original body hadn't dismantled the Five Hundred World System back then, and instead of handing over the power of partition to mortals, and let the Ultramarines continue to manage their homeland, how could the current Otlama be like this?

At least the Ultramarines wouldn't do something as abstract as branding the Terra Expeditionary Force that brought Stargate as a heretic.

No, that's so offensive, how could the original body be wrong? You can't go wrong with the original......

The original is always right......

Harding suppressed the heretical thoughts in his heart and continued in a deep voice: "The matter of the Star Gate is not trivial, I hope you don't think I'm verbose. As soon as the 13th Expeditionary Fleet arrived in Macurag, it was accused by the Anglican, the Inquisition, and the Mechanics, and even I could only keep you imprisoned and protected.

In the homeland of the Primordial, have you ever wondered what you'll be treated to when you actually arrive in Terra? ”

Elliud gritted his teeth, he had already thought of something bad.

"When the Council of High Lords condemns you as heretics and the Imperial Navy aims its guns at the expeditionary fleet, will you have the courage to raise your power sword and cut off the Sun Lord's head?"

"When the Mechists declare the Stargate's construction template a forbidden technology, and Mars condemns you as an enemy of the mechist, will you have the courage to dispatch a fleet to orbit the Red Planet, which is as old as Terra?"

"When the Golden Armor Forbidden Army orders you to be captured with a forged imperial will, do you have the courage to ask the Valkyrie to aim the main cannon of destruction at the palace and the Golden Throne?"

No, no loyal Space Marines have such courage and such awareness.

"I have." "I'm old, Elliud. I'm tired and tired of more than 800 years of service, and if there has to be someone who bears the blame for being the enemy of the Golden Throne and carves out the future of the empire with his own life, it can only be me. My life is coming to an end, and you're still young. ”

Harding patted Elliud on the shoulder and stepped off the bridge to return to the Macurag's cabin.

Elliud's eyes were red, and an inexplicable emotion lingered in his heart for a long time, but soon, when the agitated emotions subsided, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"I seem to have been fooled again......"

In the cabin, Harding, who successfully smashed the young man with a few words, felt refreshed, and the boring paperwork of the past became cute at this time.

"We must hurry up our preparations, the progress of the other 12 expeditionary fleets across the galaxy is not yet known, I need to sign enough elite soldiers to rebuild the 13th expeditionary fleet as soon as possible and go to Terra immediately, no matter the cost, every second counts. The crowning glory of placing the Torch of Hope in the hands of the Emperor belongs to Gilliman's heirs, to Maculag...... It belongs to me. ”

Harding's pen flies, and his powerful brain, inherited from his father of genes, is working at high speed to process cumbersome documents from all over the place, preparing for what will happen next.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and an Ultramariner in full armor broke through the door, looking very anxious.

Harding put down his pen and frowned slightly, it was a very serious faux pas to enter the War Leader's office directly without knocking on the door, and it was even rarer for such a thing to occur within a disciplined Ultramarine.

Either this soldier is a recruit who does not know how to be polite, or the matter in his hands is really urgent.

Obviously, it's the latter.

"Captain! Emergency! The planet Pamenio sent a message for help, they have been attacked by an unknown alien! ”

The soldier ran up to Harding, panting and slapped a piece of parchment on his desk, which had not yet dried.

"Pamenio......" Harding's brow furrowed even deeper.

The status of the planet Pamenio is very important, it is not an industrial base or an agricultural world, but a training base that completely serves the selection and training of ultramariner recruits.

If Pamenio does something, it will undoubtedly be an extremely heavy blow to the Ultramarine, and in serious cases, it may even plunge the entire wargroup into a state of decay.

Harding quickly read the parchment description of the alien who invaded Pamenio, and then asked, "How is Pamenio doing now?" How long will they last? ”

The soldier standing at the table shook his head heavily: "I don't know, commander, the communication between Maculag and Pamenio has been cut off, and none of the many star words we sent have been answered. Aside from the star language before your eyes, no new message has come out of Pamenio. ”

At this moment, Pamenio is like an island in the sea, completely cut off from the rest of the Octrama Star Field, and he can't let out a scream, only the drifting bottle thrown out when he was dying has luckily floated to Macurag.

Otherwise, the Ultramarines may not even know that Pamenio was destroyed.

Harding gritted his teeth slightly, a strand of gray hair hanging down to his forehead, and read the only information on the parchment with a solemn expression.

[The invasion of Pamenio is a cosmic creature of gigantic size, resembling some kind of strange deep-sea fish, larger than the largest void whale ever recorded, large enough to swallow an asteroid in one gulp]

[It has a body structure that defies the rules of physics and an indestructible skin, even if a dozen of the most powerful Nova cannons are concentrated in one point, it will not be able to cause even the slightest damage to it]

[It has a powerful psionic power, and can roam freely in the subspace with its physical body, and every tail swing brings a pitch-black shadow, and the psionic or mortal who watches it will immediately go crazy, and the operation of all equipment related to the subspace will be seriously disturbed]

[Its body is parasitic with countless other small space creatures, like the spores of ferns spreading around, Pamenio's orbital defenses are now completely paralyzed, and we cannot resist the invasion of those rainstorm-like spore drop pods!!] 】

(End of chapter)