The Emperor Had Put in a Good Word? Even the Emperor Couldn't Pull Strings to Enter Gamma World

"If this is what you wished to see."

"Then."

"My old friend, my arrival must have been your arrangement."

"Let us make one final effort!"

Though this world was growing quickly, it was still not growing quickly enough.

He had already expanded across a few ten-thousandths, perhaps even a few hundred-thousandths, of the Milky Way, yet compared to the vast galactic empire as a whole, it was still insignificant.

His individual strength was formidable, but they were too cautious.

Too conservative as well.

Their goal should have been the sea of stars.

Malcador had access to a great deal of information—various records concerning Gamma World, including its technology and Utopia.

For most worlds, he could infer Gamma World's military strength without even conducting a personal inspection.

Having one or two thousand Space Marines would already be remarkable.

After all, Gamma World's territory was not large. Though data indicated that they had carried out extensive modifications, Gamma World's scientists were mostly still short, clearly a makeshift solution born of insufficient manpower.

Even if they had records of New Humans, their numbers likely would not have been all that high.

Whether he conducted a field inspection or not would not affect his judgment of Gamma World.

Malcador wanted to contact the people outside. "I have recovered. I wish to meet your Governor."

From what Malcador knew, Gamma World's main figures of authority were the Chiefs and their Chief Assistants.

But he could not possibly communicate directly with those Chief Assistants. He was, after all, the Regent of the Imperium, a man who had once held the information of the entire Milky Way in his grasp. He had founded the Officio Assassinorum and the Grey Knights.

Surely he would not have to work his way up step by step in Gamma World as