At these words, Slock fell silent. Her deep, sea-like eyes rested quietly on Guer Taige not far away, as though she wished to see through his outward appearance and into the depths of his heart.
Standing behind Slock, the renowned warrior and captain of her guard—Alecto—also silently turned his gaze toward Guer Taige. His tall, imposing frame was like an immovable mountain, radiating an invisible yet suffocatingly powerful aura.
As one of the most famous elite warriors among the Craftworlds, Alecto's name had long spread far and wide, striking fear into countless enemies.
To ordinary Aeldari, he was practically a nightmare. The immense authority and overwhelming pressure he possessed were enough to make most people shrink back in fear.
Even capable warriors would likely struggle to last long before Alecto unless they were psykers with special abilities, let alone contend against him.
Thus, when Guer Taige faced this terrifying powerhouse directly, a trace of reverence rose involuntarily in his heart, and his attitude naturally became exceedingly respectful.
Under that mountain-heavy pressure, Guer Taige felt as though an invisible hand had seized his throat, making it difficult even to breathe.
Beads of sweat the size of beans began sliding uncontrollably down his forehead, quickly soaking his clothes. Even so, he endured the immense pressure bearing down on him and tried his utmost to remain calm, not daring to show the slightest slackness or disrespect.
Second by second, time passed. Slock stared unblinkingly at Guer Taige, only slowly shifting her gaze away after more than ten seconds.
Slock said in a low, authoritative voice, "Since we still lack detailed intelligence on this star system, we shall enter it ourselves and conduct a thorough investigation."
Hearing this, Guer Taige, whose nerves had been taut all along, immediately felt as though a great weight