The planet below was being reshaped by the shells they fired.
At the very least, after this round of cleansing, the entire planet would be much cleaner. Neither the Eldar nor any other race would be able to continue surviving on this planet.
Whatever conspiracies they had planned no longer mattered.
Gamma World's growth had become unstoppable.
No plan could completely halt Gamma World's rapid development.
Especially now that they knew Gamma World was preparing for genetic ascension.
Just as humanity had evolved from barbarians in ancient times into civilized people, and finally into beings who walked beneath the stars, they were now preparing to take an even greater step and achieve a more magnificent evolution.
Though by Imperial standards, such evolution seemed just a little disloyal.
But—
This was what The Emperor had said through the Governor.
Which meant The Emperor had said it personally.
The Emperor Himself had spoken.
How could it possibly be false?
It was just that—
The Governor had told them to find time to have children, which gave them an enormous headache.
For battle, they maintained lives of absolute celibacy, devoting all their energy to warfare. Space Marines generally did not produce descendants either. Even if they did, the constitution of their offspring could not be guaranteed, so they would never consider having children. The expansion of their Legion depended entirely on the transmission of Gene-seed.
Fortunately, the Governor was not forcing them to reproduce.
And it just so happened that they had absolutely no interest in doing such a thing. To them, conquering a few worlds was far more interesting than reproduction.
Besides, they spent nearly all their time fighting abroad. Where would they find the time to have children?
"Not in this lifetime."
"..."
Still, talk was talk.
The work still had