Kylo Ren grew impatient with the flood of questions from the reporters. His cold gaze swept over the crowd. Without a word, he slowly raised his hand.
In an instant, several journalists were lifted into the air, their throats constricted by an invisible force—The Force. They squirmed and gasped, unable to speak. But Kylo didn't kill them. After a few tense seconds, he released them. They fell to the ground, coughing and terrified.
"I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense," Kylo Ren said sharply, his voice icy. "His Majesty the Emperor is waiting. Others will arrive soon. I suggest you all remain silent."
With that, Kylo turned and walked away, heading toward the towering Gloriana-class warship. His dark robes flowed behind him like a shadow.
A Stormtrooper stepped forward and addressed the Prime Minister.
"Sir, please follow me."
Rishi Sunak, still shaken, nodded and followed the trooper aboard the massive warship. Inside, they were led through gleaming silver corridors, bathed in dim light. It felt like another world entirely—not Earth, but the heart of a galactic empire.
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"The United Kingdom has decided what we should do next," said the Russian representative.
The remaining country representatives sat silently in the conference room. Suddenly, one of them spoke up, "Everyone, I need to use the restroom."
The United States representative, Watson, glanced at his watch and stood up, calmly walking out of the room.
"Prepare the helicopter. I don't want to die from the firepower of their warship—it's twice the size of New York City," he said, jogging beside his military escort.
The American soldiers immediately understood and rushed to ready the helicopter.
Other major nations began to follow the U.S. representative's lead. They, too, felt uneasy under the shadow of a warship that could dwarf entire cities.
One by one, the leaders boarded their helicopters and set off toward the Gloriana-class warship that had already landed nearby.
They were ready to join the United Kingdom in opening diplomatic talks with the Imperium Caelestis.
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"I am Rishi Sunak. Greetings, Your Majesty, Emperor of Mankind from the Imperium Caelestis," he said, offering a respectful bow in the traditional noble manner of England.
Standing before Kenthelion, Rishi Sunak looked like a child encountering a being from another world—in every sense of the word.
Kenthelion wore golden power armor, with a golden sword planted beside him. Towering at nearly 4.5 to 5 meters tall, he could easily grasp Rishi Sunak's entire head with a single hand.
Rishi continued, "I understand you've come to speak of peace."
Kenthelion activated his spiritual power, peering deep into Rishi's soul. This was the essence of his spiritual force—a fusion between psyker abilities and the Force. At this moment, Kenthelion became a living lie detector.
"Of course. Everyone in the United Kingdom is willing to stand under your leadership, Your Majesty," Rishi replied with confidence.
Kenthelion studied the spiritual energy fluctuations in his guest. The only difference between individuals was the intensity of their spiritual energy—nothing more.
"It seems you are not lying," Kenthelion said calmly.
He rose to his full height and looked down at Rishi with a majestic, commanding voice.
"I am not interested in your planet. You only need to approve the establishment of our agency's branch here. All your armed forces will be disbanded and reorganized into Planetary Defense Forces (PDF). As long as your nation pays the population tax to the Imperium Caelestis on time, we will allow your world to join the ranks of our imperial planets. We will also build colonies for each of your nations on other worlds, allowing you to maintain governance—so long as the taxes are paid. Mars, however, will remain off-limits to humanity.
We will construct a portal connecting Earth to the capital of the Imperium Caelestis, allowing your future planetary leaders to travel back and forth to report progress directly."
"That's... it?" the Prime Minister muttered to himself in disbelief. It sounded almost like a gift.
"That is all. But you must respond when the Imperium Caelestis calls for military service. Eighty percent of your soldiers will be integrated into our forces."
"I will discuss this matter further with the Minister of Defense. However, there are still many rebellions on our planet, and we are also facing a solar crisis. We might need assistance from the Imperium Caelestis," Rishi Sunak said.
"A solar crisis?" Kenthelion raised an eyebrow.
"You need help for something so minor? As for the rebels—we have dedicated operatives trained to deal with such matters. You may rest easy."
"Very well, you may return now. We will assist in resolving it. In addition, gather representatives from every nation on your planet. I want to introduce this dark galaxy to you—and to them."
"Alright, alright."
Hearing this, Rishi Sunak bowed respectfully with British royal etiquette and quickly left the room.
Kenthelion then called over a nearby stormtrooper and gave a calm but firm command.
"Send in an Astartes kill team—choose ones that aren't too intimidating," Kenthelion said to the officer beside him.