Led by Nack and a group of naval officers, several thousand Astartes Space Marines followed closely behind them in orderly ranks, surging toward the spaceport like a torrent of steel.
Before they had even truly entered the spaceport, more than a thousand logistics personnel had already gathered by the vast gateway inside. They stood in neat rows, quietly waiting.
As Nack and the others gradually approached the spaceport step by step, the logistics personnel stationed at the gates revealed looks of reverence.
They bowed deeply to Nack, who walked at the very front of the group, and greeted him in unison, "Captain Nack!"
Smiling, Nack slightly raised a hand to acknowledge the logistics personnel and said,
"Everyone, process their identification registrations."
Upon hearing Nack's order, the logistics personnel did not dare delay in the slightest. They replied respectfully in unison, "Yes!"
They immediately sprang into action and began handling identification registration for every arriving Astartes Space Marine.
Azrael moved closer to Nack with a puzzled expression and asked softly, "What identification information needs to be registered?"
Nack smiled faintly and unhurriedly reached into the pocket of his uniform, feeling around for a moment before taking out a small, exquisite card.
The entire card glimmered with a faint silver light, its surface densely printed with all manner of complex and detailed personal identification data.
He waved the card before Azrael's eyes and explained,
"This sort of personal identification. Under the Lord of the Stars, everyone must have their own identity marker. It makes management easier."
"Oh!" Azrael nodded, half understanding, and waited for the logistics personnel to register his identity information.
In barely more than ten minutes, the logistics personnel had completed the relevant identification registrations for every Astartes.
"Let's go!" Only after every Astartes had received their identification information did