Chapter 458 Savior: This coward, Holy Terra, needs to be reformed!
Based on intelligence.
Network Branch D15764 encountered an unknown attack, causing the nodes and port buildings there to collapse.
Many green-skinned orcs also died.
All of this was caused by some kind of ancient forbidden weapon, with astonishing destructive power.
The physical laws of the attacked area were affected, and the stationed Redemption Titans were torn apart and turned into twisted scrap metal.
"An enemy who can move in the webway and use ancient weapons..."
Ron's expression became heavy.
For more than half a century, the Internet has been in a safe state and has faced almost no threats.
This made him think that he could sit back and relax with this network tunnel he owned.
But this attack is a warning.
The Webway not only belongs to the savior, but also has many forces entrenched in it, and may face more threats at any time.
They risk losing the web channel.
The Savior’s Territory developed on the basis of the Network Channel. Too many production and expansion operations are based on high-speed routes.
It is not only the key to the development of the territory, but also involves the future of the empire.
If the Savior Territory loses the Webway, it immediately loses its potential for further development and can only become a top regional power.
It is probably better than Ultramar.
That was a result he could not accept no matter what.
"I hope this attack is just a special case and not an organized attack by an ancient force."
Ron took a deep breath and gave the order.
He asked the intelligence department to find the perpetrator of the attack as quickly as possible, and at the same time, the guard forces of the Webway must also maintain a high degree of vigilance.
Be sure to ensure that the network construction work proceeds smoothly.
That is related to the next stage of development of the Savior’s territory, and is also the key to the empire’s recovery.
"Sir, it's time for you to change."
The head maid Linda walked in and reminded her gently.
This head maid has served the Savior for nearly a century. The maids around her have been rotated for several generations, but she has never changed.
Under the blessing and maintenance of advanced biotechnology, she still maintains her appearance and vitality.
The savior has no intention of replacing anyone.
Mainly because you are used to it, it is not easy to have someone who is loyal, understands you, and is full of emotions for you.
Ron nodded, turned off the data pad and stood up.
Afterwards, the maids filed in holding gorgeous dark gold robes and decorations.
Linda stepped forward and skillfully changed and arranged his clothes, taking care of all the details.
She hopes that the savior can appear in front of the people of the empire in the best possible image.
All this is in silence.
Due to the tacit understanding that has existed for decades or hundreds of years, Ron no longer needs to say anything, the head maid can handle everything about his daily life.
Including any aspect.
After Ron put on the dark gold robe, he boarded the shuttle ship surrounded by the Thunder Guards and headed to the surface of Holy Terra.
Now the war is temporarily over.
What will greet him next will be several years of various ceremonies and entertainment.
Countless imperial nobles, rulers, high-ranking warriors and clergy are looking forward to meeting the Primarch of Hope.
They are eager to obtain the soon-to-be-issued access permit to the Savior's Webway.
……
The city of prayers.
This is a huge building complex located on the outskirts of the Holy Palace of Terra, with many offices of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and residential areas.
The towering buildings are filled with narrow spaces, and tens of billions of government officials work and live in this city. This has been the case for generations.
Most of them, their family ancestors have served Holy Terra for nearly ten thousand years.
Even so, all these government officials can have is a small living room.
That is already a great gift.
Because the price of every square meter of land in Holy Terra is more expensive than a governor's palace in other hive worlds.
Fortunately, government officials have become accustomed to small living environments and complex, never-ending work tasks.
Even if you are exhausted at work, it is normal.
People are accustomed to this and will not feel sad or sigh because the desk next to them has a new face.
But to celebrate the return of the deceased colleague to the throne.
Perhaps one day I will be honored to follow in the other person's footsteps.
These lowest-level government officials can only get enough food and water every day, and have almost no personal property.
There is no time to use them.
Although their lives are much better than the slaves on Holy Terra, compared to the nobles or governors of some planets, their lives are pathetic.
This is a group of people who hold great power.
Within the territory of the empire, a massive amount of document information is input into this city of petitioners every day.
Each of the thick documents handled by government officials may be related to the fate of tens of billions of people or a planet.
They decide whether a document will go through and whether it will be submitted.
Or stay in a dark corner that no one knows about forever.
The vast territory of the empire has created endless events that need to be dealt with. The destruction and establishment of planetary regimes, the invasion of chaos and aliens, are like mushrooms after a rain.
I can’t finish it.
The time of the high lords can only be used to deal with the most important batch.
As for the rest, it is left to the hundreds of millions of government officials below to handle it.
But it still can’t be finished.
This has also led to the fact that no one knows about the establishment of some planetary regimes until their destruction.
Even though they had submitted relevant documents to Holy Terra hundreds of years ago, the tithe tax was still being paid normally.
No one knows what happened.
Anyway, the relevant programs are running in such a confused manner.
Some planets will also inexplicably need to bear more taxes due to procedural errors by government officials, which will trigger rebellions and chaos invasions, and spread to disasters that ravage more than ten star regions.
This finally attracted the attention of the empire's senior officials, who finally issued an extermination order, and countless lives were quietly annihilated.
But this cannot be blamed on the government officials who handled it.
They have devoted all their faith, efforts, and even their lives.
Fortunately, these procedural mistakes are not too many. Even if some planets are lost, the empire can barely withstand it.
This administrative system is still one of the greatest guarantees for the empire.
Click~
“Emperor, there is finally no error this time!”
Nareisen happily passed a completed document and relaxed his sleep. Drowsy head.
Her work station happens to be a two-square-meter cubicle, which is theoretically quite spacious.
But that's just theory.
The bulky steel desk, as well as the mechanical equipment and supervisory devices placed inside it, cause the space to become extremely narrow.
This makes it particularly difficult for the people living in it to even turn around.
All Naresen can do is stretch his neck.
She looked up and could only see the lights on the roof very close to each other, which made her electronic eyes a little uncomfortable.
Due to the constant close-range lighting all year round, the eyes of many government officials have long been damaged.
Fortunately, the Ministry of Government has some benevolent protection policies that can replace electronic prosthetic eyes for free for relevant personnel.
This way they can save time to rest their eyes and improve work efficiency.
“Praise the Emperor.”
Naresin prayed silently, grateful for everything he had, and even more grateful that he could contribute to the great emperor.
The lucky ones like myself bear important missions and maintain the operation of the empire.
This department with tens of thousands of people is very quiet, no one speaks, only the rustle of turning pages of documents and the crisp sound of mechanical stamping can be heard.
Buzz~
A buzzing sound came.
When Naresen heard the movement, he straightened his back immediately and continued to process the documents in front of him, not daring to slack off at all.
That's the noise of the servo skull running.
One wall of the cubicle is empty, exposing everyone to the surveillance servos' skulls.
The machine is made from the skulls of honorably sacrificed executives in this office and has been running for hundreds of years.
It maintains this office and is also responsible for delivering corresponding instructions.
Fortunately, the servo skull did not send any warning messages or point out errors in her work procedures.
Instead, it floated straight to a certain compartment.
This made Nareisen breathe a sigh of relief.
She continued to calculate for several hours, and finally finished processing the pile of documents.
After that, she lifted the heavy bronze fence and pressed the button of the small communication transmitter inside.
It didn't take long.
The wide slot for transmitting files in the small cubicle rose, and the robotic arm brought in a new pile of files.
That is also today’s work task.
“There are still four hours, I can finish processing these documents.”
Nareisen skillfully evaluates the progress of the work. After these years of training, she has become a mature government employee .
Since this office had just experienced a year of intensive overtime work, the work results exceeded expectations.
So no extra overtime work is needed this month.
She worked for fourteen hours today and will be able to return to her residence to rest in four hours.
That was a happy moment.
Naresen has not left this office building for many years. He stays in a small cubicle during the day and returns to his residence at night, a larger cubicle with only one bed.
The only property is a wooden statue of the Emperor.
That's what she uses when she prays.
The time they go to the bathroom and dining room is strictly regulated, and they can go to the chapel once a month.
Occasionally they have to go to the manager's office, which is a very scary moment for everyone.
Fortunately, she is always praised.
Naresan has entered this office building since he inherited his father's position at the age of fourteen. Since then, he has never seen the sky outside.
The knowledge about the sky, the earth, the entire galaxy and even the outside world comes from the endless documents sent every day.
She is also determined to become a better government official than her father.
Therefore, over the years, she has made almost no mistakes and has received many compliments.
Suddenly, soothing imperial music came from a certain compartment in this area, coming from the old supervisory servo skull.
Everyone who heard the sacred music stopped and prayed silently.
That heralds the passing of a colleague and his return to the throne, which deserves everyone's blessing.
Nareisen was also praying silently.
She watched the two servitors walk into the compartment, and soon they pulled out a body wrapped in scripture strips with the Empire's Sky Eagle emblem on it. That was his most glorious moment, with everyone watching.
Even the superintendent came out to take a look.
Many people remembered the name of the deceased and everything that had happened to him.
The same goes for Nareisen.
She suddenly thought of her colleague named Weir, who proudly told her that he also had a newborn son.
The little guy was born on the Emperor's Ascension Day and was blessed by the priest. He will definitely be a loyal and intelligent believer and government official in the future.
That was over twenty years ago.
The compartment not far away will usher in a strong young man who will inherit everything from his father.
"Maybe not..."
Nareisen's somewhat swollen mind thought of one thing, that is, their office has not added new personnel for several years, and No new instructions are coming in.
This has resulted in working hours increasing all the time.
Sure enough, after the colleague's body was dragged out, the supervisor issued instructions to the office.
In order to ensure progress.
The remaining twenty people in this office must work an additional half hour to process the extra documents.
"Our work is vital, for the Emperor, for Holy Terra!"
The Steward forced his voice and said enthusiastically.
The steward was so weak that he nearly collapsed, raising fears that he would be the next to be dragged away.
But he still maintained his passion because he knew that he had an important mission.
“For the Emperor, for Holy Terra!”
Not only the steward, but other political personnel also felt so, and they were proud.
The Emperor needs them, the Empire needs them.
Those imperial territories at war also need them.
This is a war material accounting department located several kilometers underground, responsible for supporting logistics.
Their data is critical.
Pop!
The wide slot used for transferring documents in the cubicle rose again, and additional documents were delivered.
Naresin realized that he might not be able to finish his work within the stipulated time.
She got busy anxiously, not wanting any flaws in her work.
Countless lives are at stake.
She couldn't help but tremble when she looked at the cold word "Tylon" on the document.
The terrifying Tyranid aliens are attacking the empire's territory. The planet is falling, and it may even affect the solar system!
The upper-level department needs the accounting data of this department.
For data accuracy.
There are several departments that have been urgently established in this way.
Naresen has been responsible for this accounting work since more than 20 years ago, summarizing the required answers from massive material data.
Then, it is submitted to the department at the upper level for more complex accounting.
Ultimately providing the correct supplies to the Astra Militarum as they head to the front lines to support them.
Nareisen is busy.
She corrected a mistake she made on the document, then stamped it and sent it out along with the processed document.
The servitors will collect all documents and send them to the upper level.
But while closing the fence, her groggy mind suddenly came to her senses: "Emperor, I made a mistake, the same erroneous data was sent out!"
Naresan realized he had made a mistake.
Her last batch of documents also contained the same erroneous data, but she did not correct it in time and sent it out instead.
That's just a guess.
Naleisen can’t remember whether he corrected him or not.
She looked pale and hesitated whether to report her mistake.
Maybe it was just my imagination that the mistake didn't happen, or maybe the inspectors later could catch the mistake?
But she still pressed the communicator tremblingly and reported the mistake.
"I understand, there will be procedures to deal with it later."
The manager replied coldly.
After a few seconds, he said again: "Nareson, you are the best people in this office and you should not make such a mistake.
You have to accept the punishment and reflect on yourself severely! ”
After that, the general manager asked the special verification personnel to retrieve the documents and send them back to the original compartment for calculation again.
After Naresen reported, he breathed slightly and gradually relaxed.< br>
She did not violate her faith in the Emperor and did not hide her mistakes, even if such a report would cause her to be punished.
The loyal political officer calmed down her emotions and continued with her work. .
She couldn't make more mistakes because of this.
Nareisen took another document and saw familiar words in it - Primarch of Hope, Savior.
That is the hero of the empire.
She looked at the name, her heart filled with anticipation, and eager to have the opportunity to witness the heroic appearance of the original body.
From the many documents I have processed and the chats with colleagues.
Naresan vaguely knew some of the primarch's deeds.
He is a hero of the empire. He achieved outstanding achievements in the Holy Terra Lunar War and the Charaton War, and saved countless lives.
After learning about the attack of the Tyranid aliens, that being resolutely led his army to fight.
He is in Baal, the hometown of the Blood Angels, leading the empire's fleet to fight against the Tyranid aliens, protecting the safety of the empire and humanity!
Nareisen also felt honored when he thought of this.
Because I am also participating in this war, providing my own help and making my own insignificant contribution to that great existence.
Her department has been engaged in the accounting task of providing war materials for the Battle of Bal since more than 20 years ago.
Those accounting data will eventually be used in the logistics department.
Provide the Astra Militarum troops heading to Baal with the appropriate supplies so they can fight the Tyranids on the battlefield.
Since Naresen and his colleagues accepted that sacred task, they have never left the office and have been processing relevant documents endlessly.
Until now.
They are still devoting everything they have to that war.
Naresen admired the brave, tenacious, and unyielding savior of the Primarch of Hope. She even knew what he looked like.
Occasionally I still see that person in my dreams.
She dreamed that she met that being and told him her insignificant contribution.
He also received a commendation, an Imperial Sky Eagle of his own.
Naresen used his peripheral vision to observe the position of the supervisory servo skull, and after making sure it was safe, he quietly opened a small grid under the transfer device.
There is a portrait of the Primarch of Hope, the Savior. In the portrait, the Primarch of Hope is wearing golden armor. He is so heroic, especially his face.
Very attractive.
She took one look and quickly covered it.
The portrait was attached to an unknown document and was left on the floor of the cubicle.
Nareisen luckily picked up the portrait and hid it secretly.
That was the only time she violated her faith and failed to report the incident. The portrait of the Savior became her most hidden and precious possession.
After reading the portrait, Naresen continued to process the documents.
But gradually.
Her heart skipped a beat because the servitor hadn't sent back the wrong file according to procedure.
“Did those documents be sent to the upper level?”
Nareisen was a little worried.
She was worried that the mistake would be caught by the superiors and result in the office being punished.
I am even more worried that my mistakes will affect the war in Baal and the savior.
squeak!
The siren sounded.
That was an emergency notification signal. Everyone immediately stopped working and kept quiet.
Nareisen's face became even paler, fearing that the alarm was because of him.
"Praise be to the Emperor, we have found favor with the Primarch..."
The manager remained enthusiastic: "In these three days, we have to complete more work tasks.
On the fourth day, we will have eight hours of non-working time to go to the ground to participate in a grand victory celebration.
At that time, the great Imperial Regent and the Primarch of Hope will appear at the celebration! ”
This attracted cheers and admiration from the people.
They were given eight precious hours to go to the ground to participate in the celebrations and then come back to work.
No one realized there was anything wrong with it.
Nareisen realized it and had a question: "The Primarch of Hope has arrived at Holy Terra, so what happened to the Battle of Baal?"
But she didn't know who to ask for the answer.
Because this is a non-work related issue and is not within the program.
“Perhaps, I will know the answer by the time of the celebration?”
She thought so.
Unfortunately, these government officials have no idea that the Battle of Bal ended many years ago.
Like some departments, they are forgotten in the complicated process and are coerced into continuing to operate.
Even if their existence has no meaning now.
If it were not for the arrival of the victory ceremony, the government department issued a communication to the entire planet.
These personnel will continue meaningless work until they are completely forgotten by the logistics personnel and all material supplies are cut off.
Finally died in an unknown corner.
......
Dark Gold's gorgeous shuttle flew over the city of petitioners.
Ron frowned as he looked at the messy, slum-like buildings below.
It's hard to imagine.
This is one of the core areas of the empire.
The documents and policies that affect the fate of the empire come from here.
I can only say that this old car of the Empire is really durable.
Ron looked at the gray sky, there were no clouds.
The natural water and last clouds on this human home planet were exhausted during the Horus Heresy.
"What a coward, Holy Terra."
He thought about the Webway again, and his mood became even worse: "This shabby place should have been renovated long ago!"
Ron forced himself to think of something happy.
For example, taking the opportunity of transformation, take a look at the wool of Holy Terra.
The Sanctuary Library here is said to contain much of the galaxy's ancient and sinister knowledge.
Information such as the Iron Man or the Yemenga Stone...
(End of Chapter)