Chapter 15 15, New Power Armor

Duker ignored the thugs and looked at the little girl.

The girl was about eleven or twelve years old, with beautiful blonde hair and a malnourished body that looked very thin.

At this moment, she was curled up on the ground, not even as high as Duker's knees.

From the perspective of the original body, she looked like a dirty little beast.

There was a nameplate hanging around the girl's neck, and a photo in her hand.

The photo was a photo of the little girl and a couple.

The family of three smiled brightly.

This formed a strong contrast with the cowardice and gloom in the girl's eyes when she looked at Duker at this moment.

"Excuse me, what's going on?"

Duker rarely smiled and asked the little girl softly.

In addition to the girl's powerful psychic talent, he was also very curious about what happened to make the girl look like this now.

The girl did not answer, but just sat on the ground and stared at him blankly.

"My Lord, this girl is a heretic. Don't believe what she says!"

"She has brought misfortune to everyone around her!"

The thug holding a knife on the side hurriedly spoke up when he saw this.

He wanted to continue to say something.

But he was kicked to the ground by Efilar who came later.

He dared to make noise in front of the Holy Primarch. He simply didn't know how to live or die.

The thug covered his chest and lay on the ground wailing. I don't know how many ribs he broke.

"You'd better shut up. If you dare to make a sound again, I will kill you directly."

Efilar's voice sounded, and he was so scared that he didn't even dare to wail, and covered his mouth tightly.

Dukel squatted down, touched the girl's hair, and asked gently again,

"Excuse me, what happened?"

This time, he used the energy of the mind.

Under his guidance, the girl finally spoke.

Hearing the girl's story, Dukel's expression did not change, but the hot-tempered Efilar was very angry.

"This is what you ignored."

The Primarch turned his head and said to the elder sister.

Efilar's position was too high, so high that she could hardly see the sufferings of ordinary people.

In her eyes, ordinary people who did not need to go to the battlefield were thousands of times happier than the Space Marines.

But she ignored that ordinary people also had their own sufferings.

The girl's father was originally a logistics soldier of the planetary defense team, and unfortunately died in the previous battle of Chaos invasion.

Although this was regrettable, there was nothing to be done.

If you want to blame, you can only blame those subspace demons.

To make matters worse, the girl's mother was also seriously injured in the war and paralyzed in bed.

There is a pension for sacrificing for the empire.

The girl went to get her father's pension, but was directly driven out. Not only did she not get a penny, she was also beaten.

Because she had no money to treat the disease, her mother died a few days later.

The girl, who had no source of income, could only rely on picking up garbage to make a living, but in the process of fighting for scraps with a wandering gang, she accidentally used psychic power.

From then on, she was targeted by a group of people, who planned to sell her to the black market.

In the black market, psychics can be sold at a very high price.

After listening to the little girl's story.

Efilar took a few deep breaths and barely calmed himself down.

Duker thought further.

As the second holy land, Ophelia VII is basically the most prosperous world where the people of the empire live the best.

However, chaos is also happening under the erosion of chaos.

How miserable are other human worlds now?

"Take this girl back and investigate this matter. No matter who is involved, arrest them. If anyone dares to resist, kill them directly."

Behind Duker, several men in black uniforms appeared. They are intelligence agency personnel.

Although they are not as powerful as the Inquisition and the Assassin's Court, they also have strong abilities.

Several gangsters were dragged away, and the intelligence agency has its own means of forcing confessions.

A logistics soldier of the planetary defense team, his wife and children suffered so much after his death.

Even the pension was withheld.

It's just right to investigate this matter thoroughly and eliminate the corrupt side of this world directly.

Dukel and Efilar continued to walk around the city.

They specifically went to investigate those blind spots that were easily overlooked by them at ordinary times, but involved countless ordinary people.

The intelligence agency was very efficient and soon drew up a long list.

There were more than 5,000 big and small bosses involved in corruption and the black market.

When Dukel returned to the room, the list was placed on his desk.

At this time, in the heart network.

Because the Primarch personally participated in the activities of comforting the wounded, the effect became better than ever before.

The most intuitive feedback was that the number of members of the heart network began to surge rapidly.

With more and more people joining the heart network.

There were not enough tasks to be divided.

Those who could join the heart network were all elite warriors of the empire. They quickly formed teams and performed tasks with amazing efficiency.

Whether it was the previous task of conquering the planetary governor or the daily expulsion of the subspace demon.

As long as the task had been issued, it would be swept away.

This also led to the fact that many members who did not grab the task had enough resentment to feed a subspace demon alone.

"Damn it, are you guys staring at the task panel? My bowl is not even as clean as this!"

"Be quick or late, I've completed three tasks recently and got 100 points, so happy."

"Please, let me take a task too."

Seeing this situation, Duker simply divided each person on the list into a task and uploaded it to the Heart Network.

Thousands of targets, thousands of tasks.

It seemed like a lot, but in front of the anxious Heart Network members, they were snapped up in just a few minutes.

The members who received the task looked at the task introduction.

Suddenly, the entire chat channel exploded.

"Tsk tsk. The targets of this mission are all big shots."

"These mission targets are actually the top dignitaries of Ophelia VII!"

"These names look so familiar. The world I was born in is also controlled by them."

"The initiator of this mission is still His Highness Dukel. Are you going to start a big cleanup?"

"It doesn't matter. As long as there are points, it's fine. It's just right to take revenge. These guys have done a lot of "good things" in my hometown."

"Your Highness Dukel is wise. These pests should have been dealt with long ago."

These people on the list, even if they are not in charge of Ophelia VII, rarely intervene in politics, but the members of the Heart Network still know their weight.

Each of them controls the economy and industry of one or several worlds.

It can even be said that clearing all these people will cause serious vacancies in the upper and middle class social structure of this world.

That is, Dukel, as the original body, has enough confidence.

If it were someone else, even if they knew how much harm these people's actions would cause, it would be difficult to make such a decisive decision.

This is a war without gunpowder.

This time, the enemy's threat to the Empire is no less than those Warp Demons.

Duker exited the Heartnet.

Suddenly, he received a message from the Great Sage Gris, the supervisor of the construction.

"Gris actually figured out a new power armor with the knowledge I gave him?"

Duker became interested.

You know, in the Warhammer world, the bonus of power armor to warriors is the most direct and effective.