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Chapter 433 The Nuns' Mission
Although there were some bumps along the way, overall, the escort ship that Chen Xi sent out to pick up the people successfully picked up the Silent Sisters of the Demon Hunter Order.

With his extensive sailing experience, the captain skillfully avoided several potentially dangerous subspace areas and ultimately delivered all nineteen nuns safely to the Rostov II.

As the ship slowly docked at the starport's berth, the Silent Sisters changed into their brand-new Vatin armor, the silver-gray armor gleaming coldly under the starport's lights.

They stood in neat rows, each carrying an ancient-looking decapitation sword on their backs, the oath strips wrapped around the hilts swaying gently in the microgravity.

This solemn and majestic formation evoked a sense of the Demon Hunter Order's heyday.

Standing on the observation deck, Chen Xi watched this scene with a surge of emotion.

Although he had been continuously investing resources into the "bottomless pit" of the Silent Sisters for the past ten years—from equipment and supplies to recruiting new Untouchables and providing support to the Demon Hunter Orders in other star sectors—he had indeed received some battle reports as a return over the past decade. But only today, seeing these dashing young nuns standing in front of him, did he truly feel that this long-term investment was finally beginning to show considerable returns.

"Is that His Excellency the Governor? He... isn't a person?" Remuel, standing in the group, couldn't help but mutter to himself, his eyes widening.

In her and the other nuns' unique vision, what stood on the platform was not a human form, but a dazzling golden psychic energy. Its light was so intense that several of the young nuns unconsciously squinted.

Although most of them had only recently completed their training and lacked practical experience, they understood the basic meaning of what it meant for psychic energy to remain stable even in their powerless field as untouchables.

Not to mention that iconic golden radiance—in the human empire, who else but the great being sitting on the golden throne could bestow such power upon a being capable of using this psychic energy?
“It should be said that the Emperor has manifested his power.” Sidgar’s slender fingers flew rapidly across her chest as she gestured to Remuel.

The nineteen Silent Sisters stood in neat rows, their metallic armor gleaming coldly under the starport's lights.

The faces of the twelve full-face nuns were completely covered by silver-gray full-face veils, symbolizing their vow to remain silent; while the other seven apprentices had their faces exposed, their young faces still showing some naivety and nervousness.

These so-called "apprentices" had already completed all of the Sisters of Silent's training courses—from ethereal force field control to close combat, from demonic knowledge to psychic identification.

All they lacked was that final, solemn oath, that ancient vow that would forever rob them of their ability to speak.

Chen Xi's gaze swept over the group of young female soldiers, unconcerned about the differences in their masks.

In his view, the oath of silence is more like a formalistic constraint—keeping these young women in the prime of their lives in silence neither enhances their combat effectiveness nor helps improve mission efficiency.

More than these formalities, he was concerned about how much these untouchables could do in the fight against warp threats.

Nevertheless, as the host governor, Chen Xi straightened his collar and walked towards the group of special guests with a smile.

"Welcome, everyone. I am Chen Xi, the Governor of Rostov. Welcome to my jurisdiction." Chen Xi bowed slightly.

His gentle gaze swept over the group of young female warriors before him, noticing that some of them were gripping their sword hilts tightly, while others were curiously glancing around.

He could tell that although these nuns wore heavy Vatin armor and carried decapitation swords symbolizing death, the half of their faces exposed under their visors and the faces not covered by masks exuded youthful vigor.

Their eyes sparkled with the same liveliness and curiosity as any ordinary girl, only with a touch more determination and vigilance.

If you strip away the armor that symbolizes battle and sacrifice, and ignore the empty, powerless aura emanating from them, they are simply a group of young girls in the prime of their lives. They should be playing in gardens, studying in schools, dressing up for a ball, and blushing with excitement over a romance—not like this, wielding sharp blades, ready to rush to the most dangerous battlefields at any moment.

But this world is just that cruel.

Chen Xi's gaze swept over their young faces, and a pang of sadness welled up in his heart.

These delicate young girls, who should be blooming with the most radiant smiles, now have to face the darkest threat in the galaxy.

Their slender shoulders bear the heavy responsibility of protecting humanity.

This made Chen Xi fall into deep thought.

Perhaps it was witnessing too much injustice and cruelty that made him determined to change the world; and it was this ideal of making the world a better place that supported him in taking on the heavy responsibility of governor and fighting day after day.

These girls in front of us may not fully understand what the responsibility they bear means, nor do they know why they have to make such a sacrifice.

But they still chose this difficult path without hesitation, using their young lives to build a defense against the darkness.

Looking at them, Chen Xi felt a surge of respect.

It is because of countless people like them who dedicate themselves silently that the human empire has been able to stand firm in this galaxy filled with darkness and despair.

They are the glimmer of light in the darkness, the hope in despair.
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"Xiao Le, are you sisters in a team?" Xi Dejia's slender fingers flew quickly across her chest as she asked Remule in sign language.

She and the other Silent Sisters had been assigned tasks, and the nineteen sisters were divided into several small teams.

Most operated in pairs, while a few lone wolves like Sidgar were assigned to work in conjunction with local combat nun squads.

“Yes!” Remuel’s voice was clear and melodious, standing out in the noisy starport.

She explained enthusiastically, "We originally wanted to team up with you, but it's only possible to team up in pairs or one person, so I had to team up with my sister."

At this point, she playfully pursed her lips, then became excited again: "We've been sent to a new colony planet to investigate whether there are any illegal psionicists or cultists there!"
They say the scenery there is incredibly beautiful, with primeval forests everywhere! Xi Dejia, what about you?

“I’ll be on my own, but a squad of combat nuns will be with me to deal with a heretical cult in a certain colony.” Sidgar silently made a series of sign language gestures, then took out a data tablet from a pouch at his waist.

She quickly wrote a long paragraph on the data board, introducing her mission to Remule: "The mission briefing we received indicates that the local cult has grown to a considerable size, and the cult leader is a powerful psionicist, who is said to be a former psionic combat master of the Astral Army."

He fell into depravity due to some experiences on the battlefield, and instigated and controlled his own Star Guardian company to rebel.

My mission is to cooperate with the combat nun squad to decapitate this psychic. I've heard he's very powerful, and this is my first time carrying out a mission alone. I don't know if I can succeed…”

(End of this chapter)