As they looked at the list before them, Colonel Diak's expression was remarkable enough, but even the Wolf Lord's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Almost every type of ship Iax had come into contact with appeared on the floating list.
The Wolf Lord stared in disbelief at the longest entry on the ship list, written clearly in High Gothic, and asked somewhat nervously.
"Macragge's Honour?!"
"The ship the Ultramarines practically revere as a relic?!"
The Sentinel did not understand the Wolf Pack's astonishment.
"As mechanical constructs, all ships on this list fall within the scope of reconstruction."
A ship slightly smaller than the Pectaro was not complicated for the Men of Iron.
But they had no idea just how outrageous the Men of Iron's reconstruction technology was.
The Wolf Lord made his choice with almost no hesitation.
At almost the same instant, Iax received a construction request from the lower intelligence units.
After accessing and reading the data, Iax saw nothing wrong with the way this lower intelligence had handled things. In fact, Iax considered it perfectly reasonable.
Rather than transporting them out personally, it was more practical to let these Imperial forces evacuate on their own.
Building a Gloriana-class Battleship was something of a waste of resources, but resources were the one thing there was no shortage of here.
The star map obtained from the Leagues of Votann's ships contained at least a thousand surveyed mineral planets.
If necessary, Iax had no objection to sweeping through all the territory belonging to these abhuman races.
Light rippled through the Sentinel's electronic eyes as it received Iax's confirmation.
The projected image changed immediately.
"Core intelligence approval received. Ship reconstruction sequence loaded. No shipyard construction slots are currently available. Total waiting time: six hours."
Seeing a timeframe far shorter than