Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Three days have passed since Grand Master Yima and his 30 Gray Knights set off for the expedition.

For the past three days, there has been no communication from the planet.

Kripman could only stand on the bridge, staring at the world of Landers with his worried eyes.

This planet, which appears red in space, is dotted with green. Kripman knows that this is an illusion created by the evil spirits on the planet.

Agriculture that can feed the people of the empire.

But the development of agriculture was obviously unscientific and supernatural.

Poor soil and a thin atmosphere, not to mention a shortage of pure water.

No tenacious plant can thrive in such a dead place. Only the most inconspicuous little moss can cheer from the moist and dark corners of the nest.

"Nurgle's pollution..."

Kripman bit his hand nervously, and only the servitors on the Gray Knight's ship were left to maintain operation. The loss of a full 50 Gray Knights was enough to make the Empire sigh, remember the First Armageddon War.

In order to drive away the fallen Primarch Angron, the 109 brothers they sent suffered heavy casualties, and only 13 survived.

But this time, facing a remote religious world, are the Gray Knights going to kill 50 people?

Is the big demon on this planet already so powerful?

"Sir...we..."

"Wait another two days and continue to contact..."

Two days passed quickly, and Kripman stood motionless on the bridge for two days.

The planet is still as it was before, showing no signs of madness, but all attempts to contact the Gray Knights have failed.

Sighing, his heart full of weight and pain, Kripman didn't know how to report this news to the Gray Knight Monastery.

"...Sir, are we going to issue an extermination order?"

"Prepare cyclone torpedoes and send mercy to this planet."

"Yes, my lord."

Cyclone torpedo, Kripman thought of this powerful weapon.

During his career as a demon judge, he had seen the destructive light of cyclone torpedoes dozens of times. Each time the cyclone torpedo was released, it meant that an imperial planet had lost the need to be saved.

These torpedoes, which can be loaded with different warhead types, can targetedly destroy hostile targets on the planet.

Atmospheric incineration torpedoes have the ability to destroy the target world's biosphere. In the explosion, they ignite the atmosphere of the entire planet, turning it from a planet full of life into a Death Star with only lava.

Although the methods of destroying planets vary, all Cyclone Torpedoes can destroy the surface biosphere.

The blast radius can be observed in space.

The huge expanding fireball can directly cover all the mountain peaks on the planet, break through the thin film of the atmosphere and go straight into space.

The surface of the earth was torn apart and the core was shaken.

If the planet has an ocean, then all the seawater will evaporate in an explosion in an instant, mix into the burning atmosphere, and escape into the cold universe.

"There is no place for the weak-willed or the hesitant. Only with firm action and firm belief can human beings survive. No matter how big a sacrifice is, it is acceptable, but no matter how small a betrayal is, it is intolerable."

After silently reciting the teachings of the Inquisition, Kripman took the parchment wrapped in red cloth, which would record when he signed the extermination order.

It was written in great detail, including time, place, people, and events. All it took was Kripman's name to sign on it, and they could prepare to launch the cyclone torpedo.

Just as Kripman took up his pen and wrote the first letter, a message came from the Astropath, dispelling his idea of ​​​​choosing the Extermination Order.

A powerful expedition fleet was near them, and the astropaths from the Demon Tribunal made contact with the astropaths on the expedition fleet.

Kripman was overjoyed. He put down the parchment and contacted the astropath.

"The expedition fleet...what is their mission?"

"The flames in the Gulf of Damocles have dissipated. The aliens there are once again trying to attack the empire's territory. This expedition fleet will completely eliminate them."

"Oh? An operation to exterminate the aliens? How many of them are there?"

"My lord, it's overwhelming."

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Sixteen hours later, the expedition fleet, contacted by the Inquisition's astropaths, jumped out of Mandeville Point in the sector.

Following the opening of subspace rifts, huge battleships appeared in front of Kripman one after another.

He counted what was in the fleet bit by bit.

Let's see... the Adeptus Mechanicus' Ark, the Imperial Navy's fleet, the Battle Sisters' ships, and the support of several Space Marine Chapters in different liveries...

My God, the expedition fleet this time is so luxurious, conquering the aliens is just like picking up the pieces.

Thinking of this, the excited Kripman connected to the expedition fleet's communication, and his head appeared on the holographic projection.

It seems that people from the expedition fleet are also having a meeting and have been waiting for Kripman for a long time.

"Hello, Demon Judge Kripman, this is Judge Heretic Weisi."

It can be seen that only people from the Tribunal would say hello to Kripman. The other members only made symbolic gestures of the Sky Eagle Salute, which was considered a greeting.

"My Lords of the Expeditionary Fleet, I swear in the name of the Emperor that I need your help."

"This planet has been corrupted by Chaos, and the entire world has turned into the garden of the evil god. We dispatched 50 Gray Knights, but there has been no news yet... There is a high possibility that they are all trapped in the demon world. "

A Space Marine raised his hand to interrupt Kripman's explanation. He was more concerned about the situation of the Gray Knights.

"You said there are 50 Gray Knights missing on the planet?"

"Yes, I don't know what you call me."

"You may call me Cather White Fang, little one."

Kripman's face slapped twice, and he knew that these Space Wolves-born guys had no respect for the Inquisition.

But now that the situation is urgent, he will not choose to break up with these Space Marines.

One such thing as the Moon of Shame is enough, and that senseless civil war would be a disaster for the Empire.

"Here is the situation on the planet. I will pass it on to you. I hope you can send troops to the planet to search for the Gray Knights. Not to mention rescuing the living people, but at least please help them recover the holy objects and gene seeds."

"Okay, okay, we'll think about it."

Cather White Fang curled up his hands, didn't say much, and huddled aside with his arms folded.

No matter how much he disliked the Inquisition and the Gray Knights, he could not deny the strength of these people against demons.

If even 50 Gray Knights can't be thrown into a splash, then these Space Marines will die in vain if they go down.

Sometimes mechas with exposed personnel like the Empire really don’t know what to say, it’s too operatic.