Chapter 459 Savior: Staring, that extremely weird look!
The Eternal Wall.
The area around the ancient tarmac was crowded with people, from the platform to the towering city walls, there were people everywhere.
Those sacred statues sparkle under the light of the incense-burning brazier.
The aroma of holy oil masks the smell of pollution in the air.
People breathed in the air mixed with rust, holy oil and cosmetic powder, and listened to the hymns of the choir children dedicated to the Imperial Regent and the Primarch of Hope.
Everyone craned their necks in anticipation, because they were about to witness a living legend.
But most people can only watch from a distance.
Even if they are Terran bureaucrats, they control the life and death of many planets.
Only the most noble group in the galaxy, the high-ranking nobles or commanders of the Empire, can meet the Primarch on the platform.
On the platform, the dignitaries of the Terran Council, the dignitaries of the Ministry of the Interior, and the priests of the state religion had long stood in their own positions according to their powers and reputations.
Chaos yet orderly.
But many of them are not very happy, even gloomy.
After half a century, the Imperial Regent returned to the center of power from the front lines.
That means their interests are about to be harmed.
What's more, the Primarch of Hope has also arrived, a being who poses a greater threat than the Imperial Regent.
He is so out of tune with the empire that he will completely destroy the power order formed over the past ten thousand years.
These political creatures have an extremely keen sense of smell and are aware of the coming of reforms and changes.
My family may plummet in this change.
Some of them are operating secretly, plotting conspiracies, or digging out forbidden weapons from the dark room in an attempt to contact heretics and alien assassins.
An extreme assassination attempt on the Primarch of Hope.
In the past, these high-level officials would be wary of the original body's force and would temporarily submit to the rule.
But now the contradiction has become difficult to reconcile, and they have to take a risk.
The original body is also a human being, and can bleed, be injured, or even die.
The Empire once had twenty powerful Primarchs, aren’t they all about to die?
Whoosh whoosh——
When the shuttle landed, everyone's faces were filled with smiles, either real or fake.
"Lord Savior!"
A certain high lord greeted him enthusiastically, fearing that everyone would not know his loyalty.
The leader of the Navigator family, the father of Nova and the supreme lord of the navy, looked up and saw that it was the poor man who was the commander-in-chief of the Astra Militarum, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.
"You really don't care about face..."
The eyes on the father's forehead trembled slightly, conveying a psychic message.
"Who told the Savior to give so many things to the Astra Militarum..."
The Admiral sneered: "That guy has almost become someone's loyal dog, how can he still have a high collar?" Like the Lord?"
If the commander-in-chief of the Astra Militarum hears this, he will definitely be furious: "You are noble, you are amazing!"
There is no way, the Astra Militarum is the most miserable existence in the empire department, and can be called the empire's weaklings.
There is not even a fixed high-collar chair.
His ability to enter the High Lords Council was just a product of political struggle, and he basically had nothing to say.
You still have to ask the high lord of the Ministry of Interior to approve the budget.
In this dark era, the empire is full of wars. Astra Militarum soldiers fight on every front line, periodically dying in billions, while logistical support is getting less and less.
They were almost unable to open the pot.
If this continues, the Astra Militarum will collapse!
Nowadays, who doesn’t know that the savior of the Milky Way is the richest, so what if he hugs his old man’s lap?
The commander-in-chief did not shy away from people’s gaze and licked wildly!
Had it not been for the existence of the Thunder Guards, he would have rushed forward to say hello to the savior personally.
...
Ron got off the shuttle ship and stepped onto the dark ancient stone platform with the Prince Regent.
People jumped for joy.
The dignitaries and dignitaries paid tribute to the original body one after another.
He sighed slightly: "Oh, nothing has changed in this."
"Nothing has changed."
Guilliman replied softly, with a spring breeze on his face as he responded to the welcoming crowd.
As an excellent politician, he knows how to handle these situations and hide his intimidating side.
As for the savior of hope, it seems much more casual.
In other words, he doesn't care at all.
Ron carefully observed the scene in front of him.
The dark and ferocious city wall, the dark crowd.
They all have all kinds of weird mechanical limbs on their bodies, full of the smell of decay.
Strong incense and smelly air, choirs, cherubim made by babies, record attendants bound in iron coffins, using quills to record something.
That is the most direct presentation of the dark and decadent tone of the empire.
Not only him, but also Guilliman felt a hint of disgust.
After witnessing the situation in the Savior’s territory, the Imperial Regent became increasingly dissatisfied with the current situation of the Empire.
This is one of the reasons why he returned from the front line of the Indomitable Expedition after the situation was suspended.
"Half a century later, I set foot on Holy Terra again..."
Ron recalled the past with emotion.
At the age of eighteen, he stood like a slave.
Of course, this is an exaggerated description. He was over fifty that year, and his actual age now is more than a hundred years old.
But among the high-level beings in the galaxy, he is still a young man in his prime.
Half a century ago, he came to Holy Terra in order to activate his business license and obtain the support of the imperial state religion.
It is also in this place.
He blended in with the crowd behind the imperial regent, like a nobody, cautious and cautious.
Today, the same place.
I came to this planet as the winner and the savior of the Primarch of Hope, and was respected by people.
He is no longer the little district governor who sought the protection of the high lord, but one of the most powerful beings in the empire, an unstoppable ruler.
Became a presence that the high lords needed to fawn over.
Ron responded to the greetings of the Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum, the Holy Father of the Ecclesiarchy, and the General of the Forge of Mars with a warm smile.
Especially the commander-in-chief of the Astra Militarum, he is so discerning.
Shouldn’t the material support be doubled in the future?
These are his allies in Holy Terra, including the Marshal of the Imperial Army in the palace.
He came to Holy Terra this time just to transform this place and carry out some reforms, so he needs some allies, the more the better.
If we can use the power of the majority to promote peaceful reform, we can avoid bloodshed and sacrifice.
That is the best result.
"Who are the enemies and who are the friends here?"
Ron looked at the smiling crowd, feeling vaguely wary.
He knew that some of them regarded themselves as enemies and wanted to kill them quickly.
They may be intimidated by their own power and have to obey, but it cannot be ruled out that they will jump over the wall and take desperate risks.
After all, I am rectifying the entire Holy Terra and bringing back vitality to this home planet of mankind.
That is a necessary process.
Ron didn’t want anyone to hold him back when he was leading humanity forward.
With the situation that Holy Terra is in such a long-lasting state, there may be a sudden thunderstorm one day.
It's better to deal with it early.
But Holy Terra has tens of thousands of high-level families and forces, which are involved in countless civilized worlds in the galaxy, and the political situation is complicated.
Maybe the high lord’s time is spent dealing with these relationships.
No one can explain the entanglements in the relationship clearly, and the knot must be cut quickly.
Otherwise, the longer you delay, the more trouble you will have.
They are bound to join forces in a crisis and create more trouble.
What's more, some ancient families also hide forbidden technologies, which can cause huge destructive power.
Those guys have the ability to rebel and may even attract heretics or aliens.
Ron and Guilliman looked at each other.
They have decided to change all this and let Holy Terra keep pace with the Savior's territory.
Humanity should not continue to be immersed in darkness, but move towards the light.
In the crowd, the dignitaries looked at the two primarchs with even more worries in their hearts.
They were thinking about where they would go.
Ron did not dwell on this matter for too long.
The plan has been arranged, and there will be dedicated people to implement it to ensure the smooth progress of this reform.
Relevant government personnel and mechanical facilities are also on their way.
These will completely change Holy Terra's rotten political form and efficiency.
Thus avoiding more imperial tragedies.
He came to Holy Terra this time not just for reform, but more importantly to pluck wool.
Holy Terra, as the mother planet of mankind, has experienced the most glorious golden age of mankind and retains many technological relics and relics.
But under the influence of the Evil God of Chaos, the empire became increasingly conservative.
Many technologies and treasures are blocked in dark corners and slowly corroded.
The higher-ups of the empire cannot control them, but he can. He can make use of these treasures collected during the glorious period of mankind.
Those are the things that can change the galaxy.
There is no need to say more about Ironman.
That was an important guarantee for humans to colonize the galaxy in the golden age, powerful artificial intelligence robots with the ability to upgrade themselves.
Compared to them, the Holy Titan is just the most ordinary engineering machine.
It is said that the Emperor recovered some of the tortured and castrated remains of Iron Man and rebuilt them into automatic combat soldiers called "Extinction Relics".
If you can get that army, or even find a complete Iron Man and control it, the strength of the territory will be greatly increased.
Even if it is not fully used, just studying the technology and data of Iron Man is still a huge benefit.
The territory can use these golden age technologies to create powerful planet-level war weapons.
There is also the Yemenga Monolith, an artifact left over from the glory days of the Necron.
Based on the secret information that can be found.
The giant stone monument had an activity record during the Great Rift. It began to glow when the subspace rift storm came.
A perfect anti-psychic field is formed. That allowed the area to remain stable and unaffected by the Warp Storm.
It can be called a pervert.
If humans can create such an anti-psychic field, they can deal a major blow to Chaos.
What’s even more amazing is that it’s just the defensive function of the Yemenga boulder.
It is actually a productivity technology creation with a special function.
A divination vision by an Imperial psyker revealed that the monument was capable of using some form of technology to physically replicate every Necron ship it came into contact with.
When Ron saw the secret record, he felt numb.
Wouldn’t that be a perfect 3D printer that still retains the functions of the original, to the point of magic.
It was unimaginable for him.
In the original War in Heaven, how grand was the war between the Necrons' ancestors, the Dead, and the Old Ones.
So much so that the Ancient Saints created the Eldar and Green-skinned Orcs to deal with it, and even the god of the real universe, Star God, perished as a result.
Perhaps artifacts like the Yemenga Stone were just conventionally deployed weapons at the time.
It's like driving the most common warship in the empire back to the feudal era. There is a high probability that it will be regarded as an unrivaled artifact by the local ancients.
Ron didn’t even dare to think about it.
How many of these forbidden weapons have been retained by the awakened Necron and the declining Eldar.
What kind of destructive power will they get if one day they retrieve their old technology and use it?
"Human pills..."
The more Ron thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he became more determined to reform Holy Terra and promote human progress.
If you still retain backward concepts, reject those so-called taboos or high-end technologies.
That is digging your own grave.
With the return or revival of ancient races.
Human beings must maintain rapid development and progress, so that they will not be pressed to the ground and rubbed by the enemy one day, without the ability to fight back.
In fact, the danger has arrived.
The webway in the Savior's territory was attacked by forbidden technology. Ordinary defensive force fields and arrays did not work at all, resulting in heavy casualties.
There is no way, the current technology in the territory is focused on the Holy Sun Technology.
It's quite effective against Chaos Demons, but it's not very useful in preventing aliens and physical and technological attacks.
Ron was vaguely suspicious.
That was the attack from the Dark Eldar, a branch of the Eldar that retained most of the technology and forbidden weapons of the Eldar Empire.
Cruel and bloodthirsty.
Perhaps the high-level beings among them have become ambitious about the network channel they own and have begun to act out.
The Dark Eldar can appear in any area with the help of the Ancient Eldar's webway technology.
Destruction is much easier than construction.
If those guys are determined to use forbidden weapons to launch terrorist attacks, they will cause great damage to the construction activities in the Savior's territory.
Also, it’s hard to catch them.
That is an extremely troublesome thing, and I will definitely be tired of dealing with it.
Ron frowned, thinking about ways to deal with the Dark Eldar.
How can we catch these beings that can roam around in the webway and the galaxy and attack their base camp?
What kind of weapons can deal with these depraved guys?
The weapon technology in the Savior's territory is now somewhat taboo in the eyes of the Empire, but it is within the larger scope of the galaxy.
Still too conventional.
He thought of a forbidden artifact that the empire had come into contact with - Kongji Liuli, which was a forbidden creation related to the soul.
It is said that it can make people see their own essence.
It is best to use it to deal with the Dark Eldar whose souls are defective.
The only clue he has now is that the Man-Eating Shark Chapter once escorted the forbidden artifact. Maybe he can ask them.
There should also be corresponding records in the sanctuary library.
Ron was immersed in his own thoughts and didn't even pay much attention to the regent's reminder.
In the absence of danger, his body's defensive instincts will not be triggered.
"What's wrong with you?"
Guilliman reminded the savior again, a little worried about his state.
Ron reacted and noticed the fearful and worried looks of the people in front of him.
He reacted immediately.
I shouldn't look worried in such a public place.
That will affect the mentality of many people in the empire and cause some unnecessary effects.
"It's nothing, I suddenly thought of something."
Ron put those bad thoughts behind him, returned to his smile, and responded to the greetings of imperial officials and people.
Overthinking is one of my shortcomings, and I always like to think about the worst aspects of things.
But that is the most basic quality of a Taoist person.
That is one of the reasons why I rarely roll over.
Ron sometimes envies that guy Guilliman. When he encounters an enemy, he can just rush forward and win.
He is not that kind of child of luck, so he can only think more and be more prepared.
Afterwards, Ron followed the established procedures and boarded a luxurious and heavy ceremony transport ship with Guilliman alone.
The "parade" began.
The viewing transport ship will pass through some important transportation routes, allowing more people of the Empire to admire the heroic appearance of the Primarch.
Just like half a century ago.
The scenery before us gradually changed from gorgeous churches and aristocratic gathering areas to slums.
The hungry poor and disabled looked expectantly, moving with difficulty between the simple shacks.
Like maggots crawling in the shadows of Holy Terra.
Half a century ago.
Their fathers witnessed the return of the Ultimate Primarch and the Imperial Regent, chasing the ceremony transport ship, eager for redemption.
However, whether it is before or after the return of the original body.
The lives of these poor people at the bottom have not changed much, just as they have always been.
Maybe it has gotten a little worse.
Because the Indomitus Crusade consumed a lot of material resources, the already poor empire was even worse.
But that is a necessary sacrifice.
Of course, these low-level sufferers will not understand why Holy Terra has to pay so much to rescue humans who are countless light years away.
Instead of saving yourself who is about to starve to death?
Now, these devout sufferers, like last time, are chasing the ceremony transport ship belonging to the Primarch of Hope.
I hope that the existence called the savior can bless me and allow me to be saved.
Ron looked at those who were suffering, smiled at them, and responded to the expectant glances as much as possible.
Their suffering will not last long.
If there are no surprises, after the victory celebration, Holy Terra will undergo earth-shaking changes.
The premise is that these people can survive hunger and pain until that day.
Fortunately, that day will not come too late, and they will most likely survive.
Suddenly, Ron noticed the obscure gaze cast towards him.
That is the gaze.
He turned his head and saw the silver-haired angel Saint Celestine and her twin holy attendants.
The appearance of that existence has not changed much, it is still holy and beautiful.
The long silver hair, white angel wings, and exquisite body covered with armor attracted a lot of attention.
No normal man can ignore the existence of the silver-haired angel and the twin holy servants.
Some nobles even had some taboo ideas.
But they only dared to think about it deep in their minds, and they didn't even dare to reveal the slightest blasphemy in their eyes.
Saint Celestine retains her inherent coldness.
But Ron knew that it was the silver-haired angel who was secretly looking at him just now, as well as the Gemini Holy Attendant next to him.
After many years.
Saint Celestine became much brighter and no longer had so much pain in her heart.
The remnant of the savior's soul energy brought her too many changes, allowing her closed and gloomy heart to have sunshine.
The silver-haired angel dreams of the Savior more and more, especially after witnessing that scene.
"Your Excellency Saint Celestine..."
Ron walked over, maintaining an elegant and luxurious posture: "Do you have anything to do with me?"
However, as he got closer.
The silver-haired angel and the twin holy attendants were a little panicked.
"It's okay."
Saint Celestine said these two words stiffly, and walked to another part of the deck nervously.
Ron stopped and was confused: "What happened, did I offend her?"
After that, he noticed more blazing eyes.
Those glances from princesses, ladies, and young ladies among high-ranking nobles and officials are filled with many desires.
Even making secret glances, it almost made my eyes water.
He can even feel it.
Those eyes penetrated through his robes and saw all of his body.
At a glance.
They seem to know every inch of their bodies.
? ? ?
Ron tightened his robe slightly, with only one thought in his mind:
"It's bad, these girls are greedy for my body..."
Such a weird phenomenon, It made him slightly wary.
Could it be that the Lord of Joy has influenced this place and corrupted the higher-ups of Holy Terra?
That’s a big deal!
Wait for the viewing transport ship to arrive at its destination.
Ron didn't even have time to attend the dinner, so he immediately sent the elite members of the Tribunal of Erth to investigate the matter.
At the same time, a letter was sent to ask the Forbidden Army to help.
However, the result was beyond his expectation...
(End of Chapter)