Their faces were obscured by full-coverage helmets, giving them an ice-cold, murderous aura.
In times like these, it was difficult for a Provincial Governor in an Edge Star Zone like him to distinguish between rebel and Loyalist Knights.
He could only ask cautiously, probing for information. "I am Ullrich, the City Lord of the Desolate Wasteland Ruins. And you are...?"
The Knight's voice was cold and merciless.
"In the name of the Great Lord, from this moment on, this world belongs to Grand Lord Kles. Mortal, submit to the Great Lord's rule, or be purged."
After speaking, one of the Knights produced a parchment contract with binding legal power and slapped it onto the Governor's desk.
Ullrich cautiously read the contents of the contract.
If he signed it, the Seventeenth Military Port World would declare its secession from the Empire's control and become the private property of Grand Lord Kles.
