The imperial officer didn't know how Fran identified which armors contained traitors, but he had to admit that compared to the imperial side, the major tribunals that had come into contact with these armors earlier had done more research on the armors.

To be thorough.

The Imperial side didn't know that the life support systems of these armors could withstand a major operation. The Gray Knights knew that. The Imperial side didn't know that the armor's communicators could be forced into one-way communication. The Battle Sisters also knew that.

Therefore, no matter what method she used, the officer was not surprised that Fran quickly found those roaring rebels. He felt like he was relieved now. Fran's cold killing of these soldiers confirmed his previous thoughts.

, Fran is equally indifferent to human life as long as there is a need.

Fran also didn't care what the imperial officer beside her thought. After the painful screams finally stopped, the female lord spoke into the communicator: "Be loyal, or die."

Seeing the armored soldiers in front of her kneeling down one after another, Fran turned to look at the officer and whispered: "There are still 83 soldiers left. When will the military be able to make up for me?"

She didn't care whether these soldiers were really loyal or not. With the gas in her ears, the lives of these soldiers were all in her hands. As long as these soldiers were still wearing armor, what she really needed was just to be able to wear armor.

People, not warriors who are good at fighting, as long as someone can wear armor, that's enough.

The officer immediately replied: "You can do it now."

Fran nodded and lightly tapped the metal table with her fingers. The armor holding the corpses lying on the ground unlocked one after another. Then with a "bang", the huge air pressure inside exploded the corpses into pieces and collapsed.

There was blood everywhere. Even Susannael couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw this scene.

"The floor will be difficult to clean."

So said the Battle Sister.

"No need to clean up. I really want to know when this place will be completely dyed red. Tell these soldiers to give them 2 hours of rest, and then gather at the transport plane to prepare for planet conquest."

Susannael nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the dark corner. She needed to make some preparations before issuing this order, such as various weapons logistics, etc. No one else can help with these things now. During the heresy trial

Until the other nuns from the court arrive, Susannael still needs to do most things on this planet.

"Two hours later, uh, Lord Earl, may I take the liberty to ask, which planet is your target to conquer this time?"

"Altana 7."

"Why is it Altana 7 and not Altana 4, which is currently the closest celestial body?"

Fran stared at the officer and asked, "Is the military trying to interfere with the lord's actions in his own territory?"

"Ah, no, of course not. You see, this is just my personal problem and has nothing to do with the military. In fact, I am just curious. If possible, I would like to see your conquest process with my own eyes, Lord Lord.

"

Fran waved her hand casually and said: "As long as there is space on the warship, you can go with me. However, I need to remind you that my conquest process will be very boring, and there will be nothing worth observing and paying attention to."

The officer was sweating secretly. He could imagine what the so-called boring meant. It was probably the same as what had happened on this planet, and what the battle nun said: If you don't surrender, kill them all.

If the Imperial Army's previous conquests were not smooth, it was mostly due to the fact that its own equipment was not powerful, and the battle was, in a sense, just a matter of repeatedly filling in human lives to conquer, then look at this thousand-man brigade, look at them

With this armor exuding nobility and brilliance, you know that as long as there is sufficient logistical support, conquering a planet is indeed a very boring thing for Fran. It is nothing more than crushing the natives again and again.

pressure.

If logistical support can keep up.

The imperial officer secretly muttered that he had discovered the biggest flaw of Fran's continuous conquests, which relied heavily on logistics, bullets, energy, medical powders, etc., all of which did not require logistical support, but Fran did not have this.

Her planet has not yet begun to operate normally. Apart from some core energy, there is no replenishment. Once Fran consumes all the resources in her hands, including the benefits exchanged on this planet, in the conquest activity, then this conquest activity will

It will have to end, and what kind of impact it will have on this planet and this lord in the end makes people feel that there are many problems.

Unless, the female lord's conquest activities are very rapid, so rapid that the enemy cannot resist at all.

The officer decided to observe for a while. Anyway, the Imperial Army still needs to expand the excavation of the historical ruins on Altana 5. The Imperial Army officer still has enough time before ending the entire excavation work.

Fran walked back to her room alone. Except for Susannael, she did not want to be alone with anyone. Only in this way can the Heretic Tribunal's suspicion of her be minimized. Similarly, it can also make fewer people

Humans have discovered something unusual.

"Why," she asked in a low voice as she walked away, "why is it planet No. 7 instead of No. 4?"

"There is an abandoned computer there. It is very big. I can feel, knight, that computer lacks energy, but the overall preservation is good. Before I have a more powerful body, I need a place to live, otherwise I will be like this for a long time.

The appearance of the image of a plasma ball is a huge harm not only to me, but also to your body."

Fran nodded slightly and said: "Okay, you will get this computer soon. Compared with this planet, I am also very curious about this computer. Ancient humans still have a lot of scientific knowledge stored in the computer. I need

This knowledge.”

"Of course, knight, this planet or all planets require sufficient knowledge to carry out construction. You lack enough civilian machinery on hand. You must equip these things before the human immigrants come to this planet.

You must at least have the knowledge to make these machines. Previously, you used those broken manufacturing templates to exchange for a large number of civilian machines from the Mechanicus. This is good, but it is not enough. If you want to completely develop this planet, you

More machinery is needed, and then, to manage these machinery, you need a better management system, and ancient large computers are very important to you."

Fran frowned and said: "According to this logic, I cannot use any large-scale destruction weapons, nuclear bombs, or large-scale melt bombs on Planet 7, because these weapons may harm the people on that planet.

computer."

"That's it, Knight, you need to pull the main force of the indigenous people out of the atmosphere, and then deal with them in outer space. This is a very simple matter. You see, your warriors all have armor that can be used in outer space.

As well as the engine, as long as the natives leave the atmosphere, you can easily catch them and kill them."

Fran was stunned for a moment and asked: "Leave the atmosphere? You mean, the natives on Planet 7 can leave the atmosphere? Do they have such tools?"

"At least 10 ancient warships, Knight. If you guessed correctly, the Altana 7 planet is what ancient humans called the Gate of Competition. Dozens of warships are stationed there all year round to ensure the safety of the planet. Even if the storm in another space is like

What is described in the history of this world is so terrible

I'm afraid, but believe me, there are at least 10 warships preserved on Planet 7. These warships may have been scarred when they crashed into the planet's surface, but they can all be repaired and enter space. As for what's in space?

Combat power is another matter."

Fran was so horrified that she stood there and asked in surprise: "10 warships? Ancient large computers, why, why is it planet No. 7, not the larger and more resource-rich planet under my feet?"

"Gate of Competition, Knight, among the various information circulated in ancient times, there was one information that has always been the focus of all virtual beings who want to be more powerful. That is, on Planet 7, there is a space beacon.

, through this beacon, you can go to the largest arena in the galaxy, which is the competition center for all intelligent life in the entire galaxy. It is a huge galaxy that is not owned by humans. There are 19 planets in the entire galaxy, all used for competition.

, the distance between the competitive planets that higher-level combatants can set foot on

Yang's stars get closer and closer, until they finally set foot on the one closest to the star, where the combatant has the opportunity to fight to the death with the owner and user of the star."

Fran felt vaguely familiar with this star user and owner, but her greater focus was not here, but in another direction. What she was concerned about was whether the arena still had some kind of relationship with Planet 7.

Contact, if there is one, means she will be facing a pretty bad situation.

"What are you worried about? Those competitive winners coming to your planet?"

Fran nodded slightly and replied: "That's it. If it was once a transportation hub, then if a large number of humans passed by there, it is likely that many humans or aliens will return to that planet. What we have to face is not just the local area.

The indigenous people, and maybe some aliens who have won the competition, will probably turn into a long-lasting battle."

"Don't worry, knight, before the last dusk you mentioned happened, a certain force of mankind had already set out to conquer that galaxy. It is said that in that team, there were some of the most powerful warriors in mankind at that time.

, there are at least 4 human beings who have the divine level

The strength of those demigods, and dozens of demigods. The strength of those demigods is even stronger than mine now. Even if they cannot conquer those planets, they are enough to put those planets into a state of semi-paralysis, and the deterrence is enough to ensure that any

Not even a victorious alien would dare pass by Planet 7."

"Gods and demigods? Demi-god fighters who are more powerful than you? With such strength, why do you still want to conquer those planets?"

"Well, I'm not very clear about the specific reasons, but there are rumors that humans cannot guarantee victory in every competition on these planets, so they are very dissatisfied with this situation and decided to conquer these planets and have a planet that at least guarantees that humans will always win.

An arena where victory can be achieved.”

Fran smiled bitterly. She had the same expression and the same thoughts as Zhang Yi who was far away on those competitive planets.

Very cool, very gangster, very shameless.

"Did ancient humans also divide their combat strengths? When I talked about demigods last time, it seemed that you didn't know."

"Oh, of course, it's just that ancient humans called demigods completely different from modern humans. At that time, we just called those demigods ordinary warriors, and those gods were called advanced warriors or elite warriors, that's it."

Fran sweated and asked: "demigods can only be regarded as ordinary warriors, so what about normal soldiers? I mean, what are those ordinary soldiers who are the main force on the battlefield wearing armor?"

"Civilians with certain combat capabilities, reserve soldiers, that's about it."
Chapter completed!