After hearing what Nack had said, everyone wore deeply puzzled expressions. Watching the others sink into silence, Isel could no longer restrain his curiosity.
Isel unconsciously stepped toward Nack and asked,
"Captain Nack, a group of soldiers like us, who have only just surrendered, should have absolutely no right to meet the supremely noble and great Lord of the Stars, should we?"
In response to Isel's question, Nack nodded with a solemn, serious expression.
"That's right, Isel. Given your current status, you truly have no right to seek an audience with the supreme and incomparably great Lord of the Stars.
Unless you can earn extraordinarily great merit—enough to qualify you for an audience with the great Lord of the Stars—seeing the Lord of the Stars is nothing but a fantasy."
Nack truly could not understand why Isel had suddenly asked such a brain-dead question. In his view, anyone with a functioning mind should have understood such a simple truth.
How could someone who had only just chosen to surrender and submit so easily gain a personal audience with the great Lord of the Stars?
Unless that person was the Regent of the Imperium of Man or the Emperor, perhaps they might have a chance to be received by the great Lord of the Stars in person.
Isel spread his hands helplessly, his face full of speechless resignation as he muttered,
"Since we have no right to meet the great Lord of the Stars, why should we worry about his so-called anti-magic field?"
"Heh!" Nack sneered.
"What are you laughing at?" Isel looked at Nack in confusion, unable to understand what was so funny.
"The Lord of the Stars' anti-magic field now covers the entire Star Sea Galaxy. As long as a psyker within the Star Sea Galaxy tries to use