Chapter 460 Merchant Queen: Yes, I am pregnant with the savior’s child...
Hall of Glory.
This magnificent hall is located in the Square of Heroes outside the palace, surrounded by many statues of the original body.
Unfortunately due to the rebellion, many statues of disloyal Primarchs have been torn down and bulldozed.
Most of the remaining statue owners died or disappeared, and this place has become a restricted area. It will only be temporarily opened during major festivals.
Today, there are faint lights flickering in Qunying Square.
Because two of the owners of the statues returned, the dusty Hall of Glory was revealed again.
The extravagant banquet is going on, with acolytes and servo skulls traveling through it. The people participating in the banquet are all dignitaries and bureaucrats who control the fate of the galaxy.
Ron held a glass of priceless Quartis red wine from Garden World, took a sip, and complained:
“Tsk, this thing is not as good as our Green Wave. Wine produced in the farm world..."
Taco, the deputy of the original body, took a sip and responded: "The taste of this wine is indeed not as good as our Lafite. The taste is not pure and mellow enough, and it cannot bring depth and clear thinking."
The grape seeds in Green Wave Farm come from the golden age and have the cleanest and purest growing environment, so they can naturally produce top-quality wines.
It was also named by the savior himself. The top one is Lafite 1982.
Taco doesn’t know why 1982 is the top year, but he thinks that such a naming may contain the mystery of some kind of sacred number.
“When the network channel in the territory is safely opened, we must get out our special products, especially bananas, which are the only ones in the Galaxy.”
Ron is always more interested in things that can make money, and it’s time for people to have a taste of the big banana of the 3K era.
After that, he had a heated conversation with the Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum and other senior officials with whom he had a good relationship, and did not contact other dignitaries and bureaucrats.
But let Taco communicate on his behalf in the name of the original body.
It is better to leave these intrigues and py transactions to professionals.
Ron used psionic energy to hand the wine glass to a servitor, then left the lively hall and walked to the balcony area.
He was not a politician like Guilliman, who could adapt to these social situations, talk and laugh with strange beings, and he did not like such an environment.
You can't urinate in the same pot as those corrupt powerful people.
What's more, I also have the confidence to refuse.
The dignitaries and bureaucrats who tried to contact the original body realized that the being did not want to contact them, so they did not disturb them too much.
They know that the empire's genetically modified warriors will always have some quirks or twisted personalities.
In fact, compared to other genetic warriors, this original body is friendly enough.
At least the personality is normal.
But these dignitaries and bureaucrats did not give up, but instead signaled to their women.
I hope they can come into contact with the original body. If something can happen, that will be the best result.
But before the ladies could get close, they were gently stopped by invisible psychic energy.
Their burning eyes still stayed on the original body, as if they wanted to see him completely, and they were cold.
Ron felt increasingly weird.
He quickly walked out of the hall, got rid of those eyes, and came to a balcony.
The reliefs on the stone platform are full of traces of time.
It is said that this theater-like building can be traced back to the ancient times of Terra.
At that time, humans had not yet left their home planet, and they used primitive cold weapons to fight endlessly. They also built a Colosseum for the entertainment of the soldiers.
The Colosseum still exists and has become the seat of the Terran Council of Elders.
He took a brief look at it during his tour, and it looked familiar, so it was the Colosseum in ancient Rome.
I don’t know if this is a parallel world or the future of the earth?
Weak races are unable to contact and know the existence of higher dimensions.
Ron has been to some feudal or just post-industrial revolution planets. They couldn't explore the world outside the galaxy at all, and they didn't know what was happening in the galaxy.
Their radar cannot even pick up the electromagnetic frequencies of Imperial warships.
Until one day the heresy and alien disaster struck, and everything was destroyed in a daze.
“Hey, is this too high-profile?”
After night fell, a statue in the Heroes Square lit up, attracting a lot of attention.
Ron could tell at a glance that it was his statue of the original blaster.
Due to engineering errors and high-intensity stacking of materials by the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Ecclesiarchy, and the Astra Militarum, this statue is not only taller than the others.
The machinery inside emits a dazzling golden light, forming a halo surrounding the statue.
Making it even more sacred.
Compared with the pure stone statues of other original bodies, my own statue simply has special effects added to it, making it stand out from the crowd.
Wouldn't being so high-profile affect his relationship with other Primarchs?
Fortunately, Guilliman is not that stingy and knows that he likes special effects, so there will be no problem.
Ron took a deep breath to calm down.
Even in the core area of Holy Terra, the air quality is still terrible, full of rust and all kinds of strong incense and makeup powder.
Maybe people here are used to it.
He looked at the dark and cold hive buildings in the distance and frowned slightly.
Perhaps this human throne world is more filthy than imagined, and heresy and chaos should be indispensable.
Especially the chicken thieves.
Those things are everywhere, and any old ship will have some thieves hidden in it.
It just can’t be finished.
Many ship commanders even acquiesce in the existence of chicken thieves and control them within a safe range, which can greatly increase the work efficiency of the ship.
There is no better migrant worker in the galaxy than a chicken thief, who is loyal, hard-working, and never complains.
As long as the day of ascension is not allowed to come, they will be the best nuclear powered cattle and horses.
He seriously suspected that there were some chicken thieves on Holy Terra.
After all, there is a shortage of labor on Holy Terra, and all kinds of affairs from the empire's territory cannot be dealt with.
Even more troublesome are the heretics.
The last time I came to Holy Terra, I encountered heretical sects causing chaos, and even caused the "Emperor's betrayal incident", which almost shocked the empire.
After you solve the power distribution and administrative efficiency of Holy Terra, you will inevitably clean up the entire planet and completely eliminate hidden dangers.
The Savior Territory is quite experienced in similar cleaning activities and should be able to solve related problems very well.
"Lord Savior..."
Came a soft voice.
A beautiful lady wearing a gorgeous dress and robe came over.
Also a psyker, she let go of all psychic defenses and gently incorporated herself into the psychic barrier of her original body.
Then he walked in with his two daughters.
There are not many traces of transformation on these beautiful ladies.
No matter the figure or appearance, he is the top existence in the galaxy. Every movement is full of nobility, but there is a hint of temptation.
"Ms. Dale?"
Ron vaguely remembered the lady's name and didn't have much objection.
She is the heir to an ancient merchant family and the queen of merchants. She owns territories in more than a dozen remote star sectors and many merchant ships.
It can be regarded as a relatively good trading force in the galaxy, and its routes can cover one or two star fields.
This is also the reason why they dare to come into contact with the original body.
"Sir, after the banquet, are you free to go to the Chaos family's palace to talk.
We hope to entertain you well and discuss some matters about trade routes..."< br>
The white snow on Del's chest trembled slightly, her eyes were full of charm, and she emphasized the reception.
She had learned about this being's character through secret channels.
Compared to the imperial regent's unpretentious words, I hope that the primarch is more likely to agree to this invitation and go to his private spaceship chamber.
He is more indulgent.
Especially after seeing that scene, I became even more convinced.
? ? ?
Ron understood Dale's hint. The other party wanted to fight together to get rid of him.
The heir to the Rogue Trader family wanted to seek shelter through closer relationships and form some kind of alliance of subordinate interests.
He knew that the Rogue Traders were more promiscuous, often breaking the empire's bottom line when doing things, and even getting involved with taboo beings.
But the bold invitation from Snow White in front of me still surprised me. After all, not everyone dared to make such a request to a Primarch.
I can only say that she... is a bit accurate in judging people.
But that was before.
Now Ron was a little hesitant, thinking about the purpose of the Rogue Trader heir.
Simple transaction, assassination or a deeper intention?
I don’t blame him for thinking too much.
Since arriving in Holy Terra, not only have I received those strange looks, I have also encountered many assassinations, and even captured a high-level Dark Eldar assassin.
The Dark Eldar assassin carried a forbidden weapon capable of destroying atoms and souls. He annihilated himself as soon as he was captured.
There's no way to track it.
Those powerful officials and bureaucrats have been fighting on the land of Holy Terra for many centuries, and they have long known how to avoid risks and make it difficult for others to catch them.
But what is certain is that many people want to die.
They do not want to change the power structure that has been maintained for thousands of years, and they do not want the era of Primarch rule to come.
In the past, the regent made many compromises for the situation of the empire and the Indomitable Expedition, but still allowed these people to hold power.
But the Primarch's savior came so fiercely that they were forced to take desperate measures.
Fortunately, the victory celebration is approaching, and the two sides still maintain the scene of fighting without defeat.
Ron was also patient, preparing to take care of them after the champagne was opened.
What's more, Holy Terra has the strictest military defense system in the entire galaxy, many of which are in the hands of Terra's top brass.
My own force on the surface of Holy Terra is not enough to completely suppress this place and avoid large-scale chaos.
"My lord?"
Del asked cautiously when he saw the savior hesitated and his breathing became heavy.
The special and charming fragrance hit the savior’s face.
"Okay."
Ron nodded and agreed to the big snow white's invitation. He also wanted to know what the other party wanted to do.
When Del heard the savior's promise, the white snow on her chest trembled even more violently, and she and her daughters both showed surprised smiles.
The reason why she is so urgent is that she wants to seek the blessing of the original body.
Although the Empire won several battles, it was released from the ICU.
But many areas are still in suffering, and even become more difficult and turbulent due to the heavy tithe tax caused by the Indomitus Crusade.
The territory of the Xingshang family where Daile is located has been eroded by Chaos, and its military forces have suffered heavy casualties.
The trading routes were also attacked by alien pirates.
The entire family has become weak and may be facing a slide.
She concealed this information as much as possible, not wanting her family to completely lose its glory and honor.
Relegated to a second-rate existence.
In that case, they may lead to a more tragic fate.
To maintain the family.
Dell had to seek shelter from powerful beings.
But there are not many beings that can protect an ancient merchant family, and those beings would rather embezzle their family property.
She searched for a long time before she found the right person - the Primarch of Hope, the Savior.
That being is a legend of the empire. He is wealthy and generous enough, and is also keen on commerce and trade. He can bring help to the other party.
More importantly, it is hoped that the Primarch will have more human emotions and be able to accept some private transactions.
Rather than being unfeminine like the legendary original body.
Some taboo information even states that the original body has been mentally castrated, will not be interested in the same sex or aliens, and will not be able to engage in normal mating behavior.
Fortunately, many people know that the original body of hope is special.
Of course, Del also has plans.
She hoped to be pregnant with the savior's bloodline and be bound to a deeper level.
It is difficult for those genetically modified primarchs to have children, but Del is not worried about this.
She possesses an ancient technological relic from the dark technological era of mankind. As long as the original body can leave bodily fluids on her or her daughters, there is a way to conceive the other person's blood.
Thinking of this, Del's veiled eyes towards the savior became even more affectionate.
That was the father of her excellent offspring.
Her children will bear the surname of the original body and the family heritage of Chaos, and then form a larger merchant dynasty.
Ron didn't notice this, psykers can always hide their thoughts better.
He accepted a secret message about the date.
But the time is tomorrow night, and I have some things to deal with tonight.
Just now.
The Tribunal of Erth found out the truth about the strange eyes, and hopes that the savior can come and deal with it personally.
The tone is quite serious.
After receiving the report, Ron made an excuse to leave the banquet and quickly rushed to the location in the intelligence.
……
The city of prayers.
The noble area on the top floor of the hive.
The architecture and decoration here are luxurious, but they appear quite decayed and dry, and there are almost no plants in sight.
Holy Terra has no natural water, and any plants are extremely luxurious, even some nobles cannot afford them.
After all, they can't ask the transport fleet stationed in Holy Terra to give them extra preferential treatment, which requires more power.
But that was only in Holy Terra.
Many of them have their own garden worlds in other galaxies, but they rarely go there.
No one wants to be away from the center of power for a long time.
That might cost you everything.
Now, the residence of high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs was investigated by the troops of the Orth Inquisition, and forbidden objects involving the Primarch were found in the secret chamber.
The female relatives in the secret room were also arrested.
The people in the Imperial Tribunal were blocked outside, cursing.
The bastards from the Erth Tribunal came to their door to grab business, but they did not dare to take any drastic action.
Hope is that the Primarch is in Holy Terra after all.
"Lord Savior."
The people of the Imperial Tribunal grimaced, saluted respectfully, and watched the Primarch of Hope walk into the mansion.
These inquisitors received the instructions from the original body, and they had to guard the perimeter obediently and block the news.
Although they don’t know what the news is.
The Inquisitors wanted to resist. After all, they had a sacred mission and were only responsible to the great Emperor.
But they were still scared.
Because after offending the original body, the people above you may not be able to hold it back. What if you implicate the Grand Master and get beaten by the original body?
Even if you fight, it will be in vain.
In the secret room, a bureaucratic lady who was wearing cool clothes and almost nothing was tied up. She seemed to be a believer of some kind of sect.
After seeing the original body arriving, the bureaucrat lady became even more nervous and lowered her head.
Her body trembled even more.
"What did you find?"
Ron asked his inquisitor directly, a little suspicious that there was a corrupted altar or activity related to Slaanesh here.
But before he got a reply, he was hit hard.
“Hiss~ What is this?!”
Ron closed his eyes in misery: “Damn it, a lifetime of fame is ruined in one day!”
On the wall of the secret room, there is a huge relief portrait.
It was so sacred, with flying angels, imperial crosses and sacred inscriptions.
There is also the heroic appearance of the Primarch of Hope.
The only strange thing is that the heroic figure is a bit exciting, it is a 3D high-definition version of the body of the Horseless Primarch, a damaged, beautiful and miserable version.
The big guy is clearly visible.
Everyone in Ron was numb.
He seemed to understand a little bit about the strange looks he encountered before, no wonder he felt like he was being looked at.
Isn't this the scene where I was abused by the Lord of Joy before? It seems to have been broadcast live to the Empire and the Galaxy in some form.
This has been spread to Holy Terra, isn’t it the entire galaxy?
"My lord..."
The judge did not dare to look at the blasphemous scene, and said with some trembling: "We searched for blasphemous items about you in this secret room.
Not just here, but also in several other places. Similar things were found.
According to the information obtained during the interrogation, these blasphemies have spread widely and may involve many territories in the galaxy..."
Okay.
Ron's hanging heart finally died.
He had been in the war zone before and didn't pay much attention to this matter.
Anyway, it was only a short scene, and only some powerful psykers or high-level beings accidentally came into contact with it, so it should not be a big problem.
Unexpectedly, these pictures were circulated and further exaggerated and beautified, and were welcomed by many members of the opposite sex.
Collect secretly.
In other words, countless people in the galaxy have admired the powerful horseless portrait of the great primarch and savior.
Many ladies see themselves through perspective.
What’s even more terrifying is.
Some of these groups also secretly formed sects, forming a special belief in the worship of the original body and the image.
It has even spread to the outside world, forming legends and universal beliefs.
“Has my belief spread so quickly?”
Ron looked at the Crucifix of the Savior in his hand and frowned slightly.
The statue is not as exciting as the portrait. It is the image of his own suffering, which looks sacred and compassionate.
According to information, there is a legend about the Crucifixion of the Savior.
In order to protect the people of the empire, the savior suffered cruel torture from the female evil spirit.
But he did not give in. Instead, he defeated the female evil spirit and protected countless living beings.
By worshiping these crucifixes of the Savior, one can receive the blessings of that being, especially children and women.
In addition to providing protection and safety, it also has effects similar to beautifying the skin, delivering children, and protecting the fetus.
Therefore, many people of the empire will enshrine or wear the crucifix of the Savior on their children.
"The effect is quite complicated..."
Ron was speechless.
But it can also be understood that only if it has complete functions and is simple and down-to-earth can it spread quickly among the people. If it is too high-end, it will be difficult to spread.
Actually, this is an unexpected surprise.
He originally planned to spread his faith throughout the empire.
Now that we have a foundation of faith, it will be easier to implement.
Ron's eyes looked at the stunning relief portraits on the wall, but it was difficult to deal with the portraits and the secret sect.
He was hesitant to classify it as heresy and blasphemy, and to comprehensively ban and hunt it down.
But after thinking about it for a while, I gave up.
No way, this thing has spread too widely.
A real full-on manhunt.
The Tribunal of Naeus really has to go into the secret chambers of ladies and young ladies every day, and the influence is quite bad.
After all, those who can obtain these are basically noble or bureaucratic families.
And it’s also very difficult to catch cleanly.
They are just some portraits, much better than the rumors that the emperor sold Gouzi.
When Ron thought of this, he felt a little more balanced.
What's more, he didn't find any aura of chaos, and the belief and joy generated by it seemed to be absorbed by the dark side of the little sun.
Is this considered to be competing with the Lord of Joy to a certain extent?
According to this idea, it may be a good thing.
Rather than letting these nobles party around and be corrupted, it is better to look at their own portraits to correct their energy.
"Withdraw, and forget about this matter."
Ron ordered the inquisitor to remove the mechanical shackles of the bureaucratic lady, and then left with the people.
It took a while before the bureaucratic lady dared to raise her head.
Looking at the savior's leaving figure, she felt an inexplicable impulse in her heart.
As a member of the Esoteric Cult of the Pleasure of Redemption.
How she wished to call that being and pray for him to leave his emblem on the portrait of the Savior’s Passion.
But she didn't dare to do this, she just kept the figure of the savior firmly in her mind.
These impressions can create more and more beautiful paintings of the Passion of the Savior.
It didn’t take long.
The bureaucratic lady sealed the secret room again and secretly took out some devices that could please her.
She walked to the portrait of the Passion of the Savior and activated...
Then, the member of the secret cult received unimaginable joy.
Those members of the esoteric cult believe that such special, unnatural gifts cannot be produced by ordinary communication.
This joyful faith gathers in some form on the dark side of the sun of hope.
——
The Gate of Eternity.
This square, which is large enough to accommodate many legions, is very noisy. The relevant departments are preparing a venue for the victory celebration.
But soon new departments joined.
The imperial regent and the ceremony preparation department of the Primarch of Hope came and took over all related matters forcefully.
Expelled irrelevant people, etc.
This made Holy Terra, which was already undercurrent, even more nervous.
In unknown corners, the savior’s ceremony preparation department has set up more secret mechanical facilities.
The airspace of Holy Terra is gradually becoming crowded.
Nobles, commanders, and governors from all over the empire came one after another, hoping to participate in this unprecedented grand ceremony in the empire's history.
Some ships also have special cargo hidden in them.
At the same time.
Inside the palace of a luxurious merchant spaceship.
Ron woke up from the soft big bed, surrounded by Merchant Queen Dale and her daughters.
They had a friendly exchange last night and reached many cooperation agreements.
This is also a valuable trading force for the Savior Territory, which can better supplement the scarce transportation capacity.
After Ron appeased this close ally, he picked up his pants and left.
He warned himself more and more to exercise restraint.
He was somewhat aware that part of the soul power of the Lord of Joy still affected him.
Make yourself more indulgent.
Perhaps this is His purpose, trying to corrupt himself.
Fortunately, everything is still under control.
Dell also achieved his goal.
She looked at the departing savior with gentle eyes.
Then, he gently caressed his belly, faintly exuding a hint of maternal brilliance.
With the help of that ancient relic from the dark technological age, she will have a noble heir.
I hope so...
(End of this chapter)