Everyone was concerned about their own safety.
Others were concerned about Cisrain's safety.
After all, the Webway was no trivial matter.
After all, no one knew how many Webway worlds existed around Gamma World.
If the next Webway portal opened right beside them, it would be too late for regrets.
"Bring them up!"
The matter of the Webway had to be resolved. Yet even the Megastructure Synapse Condenser could not extract every Webway gate from their memories. After all, no one knew how many tunnels the Old Ones had dug throughout the universe before the War in Heaven.
Were those Old Ones moles or something?
The Old Ones were not the most ancient beings in this universe. The oldest things might involve the true formation of the Warp and genuine magical creations.
However, those most ancient histories had long since become impossible to verify.
"Yes!"
Following Cisrain's orders.
A message was sent to Gamma Planet's moon, conveying Cisrain's supreme command to the guards stationed there.
Barnes, commander of the Guards' satellite air-defense corps, received the message just as his duel with the opposing Harlequin was nearing its conclusion.
Though Barnes was not as fast as his opponent, he could keep pace at roughly the same level. His base combat rating had already reached eighty-nine, surpassing that of ordinary Primaris Space Marines. Enhanced by an Ether phase and other devices, there was practically no gap in combat power between the two sides.
"Phew!"
Bring them back?
Barnes stopped moving, and the others gradually did the same. Yet everyone remained highly alert, filled with distrust toward these xenos forces.
These aliens might fit human standards of beauty.
But there were plenty of beautiful alien races, and they had exterminated more than one.
If an alien race bore hostility and posed a threat,