Art Student nodded at Anrida, a satisfied smile appearing on his face. Then he said gently, "Leave these prisoners to your Defense Force. Continue handling the recruitment of prisoners as well."
There was anticipation in his eyes. Every Astra Militarum soldier, among the Imperium's vast population, could be considered outstanding—an elite among elites.
Although the Astra Militarum often served as mere background scenery for the various powers appearing across the galaxy, one had to acknowledge the strength of their soldiers. None of the alien factions capable of leaving their names in the galaxy were simple opponents.
As for those alien factions that had failed to leave their names in the galaxy, they had long since been completely wiped out during the Emperor's Great Crusade.
Astra Militarum soldiers could face the powerful alien factions of the galaxy with crude, rudimentary weapons. If these elite Astra Militarum soldiers joined his ranks and received better weaponry and equipment, Art Student greatly anticipated just what kind of combat power they could unleash.
As for those unwilling to join his ranks? The Astra Militarum soldiers unwilling to serve under him had basically all died beneath the Defense Force's offensive.
Faced with the order from the Lord of the Stars, Anrida nodded without hesitation. "As you command, my lord. I will manage these prisoners properly and persuade those among them with ambition to join us."
His voice was firm and powerful, displaying his determination and sense of responsibility toward the task.
After Anrida finished his report, Gray's expression turned grave. His voice was low and sorrowful, as though carrying an indescribable grief.
Gray lowered his head and reported guiltily to the Lord of the Stars:
"My lord, the Second Company of Space Marines led by Mo Tuo suffered tremendous losses while attacking the False Emperor's lackeys—the