War of Words

Though it was less than a fifth as effective as professional repairs, it was still far better than no repairs at all.

A psychic strike powerful enough to topple a Knight Titan and crush an entire squad of Space Marines into hardtack ultimately left only a dozen or so Terminators lightly wounded.

A hundred Terminators fired volleys of missiles at the Neurothrope. The sight of 1,200 missiles streaking toward it was quite spectacular.

The missiles exploded one after another as they entered the psychic shield, and uncontrolled psychic lightning burst from the Neurothrope's enormous head.

Blocking 1,200 missiles was an arduous task even for him. He had no Zoanthropes at his side to shield him, nor did he have the Hive Mind's blessing behind him. Once the psychic power within him was exhausted, he would be on the road to defeat.

The Neurothrope let out a wail. The agony of having its psychic power completely drained left it curled up on the ground, twitching faintly.

The Terminators advanced cautiously behind their shields and bound the paralyzed Neurothrope with chains engraved with inscriptions. The research institute was quite interested in these node organisms with immense psychic power.

Peace returned to the planet. The Idealist Fleet had always upheld the principle of rebuilding while fighting. Although the new buildings constructed by the Earth Caste's construction drones were plain in appearance and simple in structure, they were still far better than seeing ruins everywhere.

The governor was deeply grateful for the Idealist Fleet's reconstruction efforts. If things had gone as they usually did, with Imperial forces leaving as soon as the fighting ended, they would have been plunged into a civil war over scarce supplies within half a year.

But gratitude was gratitude; the necessary vigilance remained. Valtov and the governor were both