Chapter 469 Ministry of Interior: Damn it, the empire seems more comfortable without us!
"Brother, Holy Terra is where my father's palace is!"
The Imperial Regent Guilliman became even more anxious when he heard the savior's words.
Because he knew that the savior could do such a thing, and the probability of success was high.
Based on your own understanding of the Savior.
This brother may have arranged some mysterious weapon or plan in Holy Terra.
What's even more frightening is that there is a high possibility that I won't be able to stop him.
Guilliman couldn't help but break out in cold sweat as he thought of this.
He looked at the Savior, his lips pursed, and his voice became softer:
"This is not good. It's too extreme. Maybe we can discuss it and find a better way to deal with it."
Even when the Imperial Regent faced the Lion King or Horus, he was not so gentle.
That's also something that can't be helped.
The savior is getting stronger and stronger, and he can't stop it, and he can't control Holy Terra.
I can only give you good advice.
Guilliman felt a little guilty. Perhaps he, the Imperial Regent, was more powerful and had more authority over the Empire.
It would not have allowed the situation to reach this point.
Those damn high lords actually want to force their brothers to oppose the empire!
He was very tired inside and was thinking about the Second Empire.
It seems like a good idea to create a new empire together with your brothers?
The Imperial Regent is ready to take action.
"You are right, I was a little impulsive."
Ron's tone softened: "Then let's discuss how to deal with the matter of Holy Terra."
What he just said was just using the "house demolition theory" of a certain Mr. Lu.
When you want to open a skylight in your house, no one will allow it, but if you say you want to remove the roof, someone will be willing to mediate and agree to open a skylight.
With Holy Terra at a standstill, Guilliman hoped to abandon the coup reforms.
Then if you say you want to blow up Holy Terra, you will naturally get more opportunities to discuss it.
Lao Ji has gone from persuading himself to give up to persuading himself not to blow up Holy Terra, and his psychological bottom line has taken another step back.
Ron had no plans to crush Holy Terra.
That's not worth it. A blood bath from top to bottom is enough. He has decided to increase the scale of the "big birthday celebration".
"Okay, let's discuss it later."
Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little disappointed for no reason.
"Lao Ji, you guys are not still thinking about your second empire, are you?"
Ron stared and smiled slightly: "You are not loyal. I will have to tell the emperor later."
"You...don't talk nonsense, I had no choice at that time."
Although Guilliman knew that the brother was joking, he was still a little anxious. The stern old father left too many shadows on the parents and children of the original body.
After this episode, the atmosphere between the two eased.
But the crisis regarding the shutdown of Holy Terra is still a difficult problem that must be solved.
"I thought about it carefully, and the impact of the shutdown of Holy Terra may not be as terrible as imagined."
Ron sat down and analyzed the current situation with the Imperial Regent.
Holy Terra has always been supreme in people's hearts, as if this place fell into chaos, the empire would be destroyed.
After thinking rationally, he suddenly discovered that the shutdown of Holy Terra would have an impact on the empire, but not much.
At least in the short term.
"Now, you have established the Indomitable Expedition Fleet. If the local fleet in important areas within the empire is unable to contain the enemy, it will be handled by the Indomitable Fleet.
So Holy Terra, especially Terra Court, is currently responsible for most of the administrative affairs in order to maintain the rule of the empire.
To put it simply, it is the management measures for various civilized worlds, dealing with traitors, or the calculation, collection, and allocation of tithes. ”
Ron sent the Imperial Regent a data chart calculated by the Mechanical Goddess: "This is certainly important, but judging from the poor work efficiency of Terrarium, there will be no difference in stopping in the short term.
On the contrary, it will be good for some overwhelmed planets.
According to the calculated data, the shutdown of Holy Terra will not have any impact on the empire within half a year. ”
Terra Court processes information in some important areas fairly quickly.
But most of this responsibility has been replaced by the Indomitable Expedition Fleet and the local Internal Affairs Office. As for other affairs in the vast territory, they are calculated in years.
It is normal for them to deal with it for ten years, eight years, or even decades or hundreds of years.
Those civilized worlds might be better off without the blind command or heavy burden imposed by Terradin.
Not to mention, there are still a large number of idling departments within Terra Court, doing meaningless things and just working around.
As long as he reorganizes Holy Terra within half a year, lays out a comprehensive psychic network and improves efficiency.
That would be enough to deal with the delays caused by the shutdown, and it would be faster than it would have been otherwise.
Ron smiled and gave the conclusion:
"So, if they like to strike, go on strike. Maybe a few more people will die from exhaustion."
Well...
The savior's words silenced the imperial regent.
He looked at the data table again and again, and didn't say anything for a long time.
The imperial regent was regretting his stupidity in his heart, and even felt a little frustrated. If only he could have thought of this at the beginning, he would have endured it for a while longer.
Maybe more reforms can be implemented.
But that's what if.
Without the endless computing power of the Mechanical Goddess, no one can really calculate accurate data and speculate on the scope of this incident.
This is the importance of digital office. There are many things that cannot be concluded by relying on the human brain alone.
The reason why so many unnatural things happened in the empire was due to pure human power.
Many times the human brain will give wrong answers, or in vague and uncertain situations, just rely on feelings.
"Brother, go ahead, I support your decision."
Guilliman did not mention the matter of asking the savior to give up again, leaving these words in a dull voice, and then went back to recuperate.
He suddenly felt that as the imperial regent, he was somewhat behind the times.
Moreover, during this period of time, he was forced to occasionally feel the cold and take vacations to recuperate, which made the original body extremely relaxed.
Under the care of the Savior's Great Sword team, he felt a little reluctant to miss his childhood.
Maybe it's time for you to let go of some of your heavy burdens and hand them over to someone more suitable.
Guilliman was not as obsessed with power as he thought, and wanted to become like the Emperor, just as he and the Lion had chosen Sanguinius to serve as regent of the Second Empire.
He hopes to run his territory, the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, well.
After Ron finished discussing with the imperial regent, he blocked the high lords who were forcing him.
No matter what, martial law will continue until all obstacles are cleared.
Afterwards, he announced this fact to Holy Terra, and also stated that due to the destruction of the warehouse area and the water warehouse, from now on, he would be responsible for supporting the entire Throne World.
It will be the same in the future.
The merciful Savior will provide supplies at any cost until Holy Terra becomes a true heavenly world.
"Our supplies will be given priority to those who are pure and loyal, especially those who stay at their posts!"
Ron said.
As for those guys who go on strike and engage in confrontation, let them do it. They will all be honest in a few days.
They would cry and yell to get back to their posts.
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During the shutdown of Holy Terra, there was a civilized world in the Sun Star Territory.
The local governor awaited the arrival of the tithe fleet.
"Emperor, that was a mistake!"
The governor, who had just taken over power from his late father, looked quite sad and angry.
My own planet was originally quite wealthy, and its people could still eat wood slag bread, but for some unknown reason, the Ministry of the Interior suddenly raised the tax level of this planet.
Moved from the second level special level to the first level superior level.
Such a heavy tax crushed my father, causing rebellions everywhere on the planet and on the verge of destruction!
After plundering almost all the resources, he was able to collect the tithe this time and offer his loyalty to the empire.
But after paying this tax, I'm afraid hundreds of millions of people will die again.
"Lord Governor, why hasn't the empire's tax fleet arrived yet?"
After waiting for several days, the housekeeper was a little confused.
"This is impossible..."
The governor was even more puzzled. The empire had never had any delays in tax collection.
In fact, tax time has long since arrived.
However, due to the shutdown of Holy Terra, the sector did not receive accurate tax accounting data and did not dare to start this process.
In the absence of data, in case the charge is less.
That would lead to an investigation by the Inquisition.
What's more, this matter is originally a problem of the Imperial Ministry of the Interior. As long as the accounting data is not received, it cannot be started.
In the end, the planetary governor gritted his teeth and distributed the tithe to his people.
Because if this continues, he may not survive the arrival of the tax fleet. As for the unrest within the planet, the empire will most likely not care.
Unless it is a complete heresy or alien invasion.
As the tithes were returned, many people cheered.
Not only this civilized world, many areas have survived because of the suspension of Holy Terra.
……
Terradin, Economic Document Office under the Ministry of the Interior.
The entire office was silent, and even the servitors and servo skulls shuttled through it were at a standstill.
"Why doesn't that primarch of hope panic..."
The head of the department and the secretary-general were sitting in their offices, feeling a little confused.
He looked at the files high on his desk and subconsciously wanted to deal with them, but stopped.
It's a strike now, so they can't do anything. They have to let the Primarch of Hope know the seriousness of this matter!
Then, for several days, there was no response from that being.
It seemed as if the matter turned a deaf ear.
Is it possible that the Primarch of Hope and the Emperor's son really have no regard for the Empire?
That's impossible.
How could this happen? Mr. President Oveleta, didn’t he say that everything was planned?
"Is there any good news..."
The Secretary-General looked at his deputy: "For example, there are a lot of riots in the empire. The high lords want to see this news."
Those who opposed wanted to use the unrest in the Empire to put pressure on the Primarch of Hope.
The deputy frowned and shook his head: "Sir, we have not received any news about the riots so far. The empire seems to remain calm."
“Our department has been shut down for so many days, is there no news at all?”
The secretary-general banged the table angrily.
"I just received a message."
"Say it quickly!"
"A joint report from several star regions in the Extreme Star Region, hoping that this theater can be protected by more fleets.
Even paying a little more tithe will be fine.
It is said that they have obtained a certain industrial technology from the savior, and it has been developing rapidly recently..."
"Shut up!"
The secretary-general closed his eyes in pain, he didn't want to hear this.
The bureaucrats of Holy Terra have always believed that they are vital to the Empire and bear the sacred mission of continuing the Empire.
Without him, the empire would have to close down.
However, his department has been shut down for so many days, and the Human Empire has not responded at all.
It's like it never happened.
This made them feel empty in their hearts, and even a little panicked, as if whether or not they had themselves was not important to the empire.
"Maybe it's because the time is not long enough."
The secretary-general comforted himself.
He looked at the adjutant: "Help me, let's go to the dormitory area and take a look."
There are too many mechanical prosthetics on this dry body, and the movement is not convenient enough.
Nowadays, people's hearts are floating.
He must maintain the unity of the department and fight against the Primarch of Hope who wants to take everything away.
"Waste!"
The secretary-general stumbled, almost fell, and cursed angrily.
The adjutant tried hard to support the secretary-general's body, feeling quite nervous: "I'm sorry, sir, I don't have that much strength now."
He is a little hungry.
Now even the core departments of the Ministry of the Interior are running out of supplies.
They also hoped that the Primarch would succumb sooner, thus ending Terraium's difficult strike.
After many people became idle, they suddenly found that their positions were not that important, and the Internal Affairs Department gradually took over some work.
That made them even more panicked and hoping to get back to work.
But some department managers put a stop to these actions and worked to maintain unity during the strike.
At the same time, he threatened that anyone who returns to work will lose the supplies provided by the chief and will starve to death!
Therefore, they can only wait anxiously.
It didn't take long. The Secretary-General came to the dormitory area of the Economic Document Department.
When he saw the thin and sparse crowd, he shouted angrily:
"How come there are so few people missing? Are they all starving to death? Didn't the logistics department distribute basic survival kits?"
A clever guy immediately made a pious report:
"Those guys fled to the Internal Affairs Office. It is said that they are recruiting people there, with a twelve-hour working day, food and accommodation included, and family allowances.
The honorary department that won the award also had a self-service barbecue party, with unlimited meat supply..."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and the crowd was in an uproar: "But I think that's a lie. I will always be loyal to the Secretary-General!"
This smart guy has been with the Secretary-General's family for generations and is considered his spy in the department.
Specialized in making small reports.
Snap——
"Waste!"
The Secretary-General slapped the guy who had shaken the morale of the army hard and murmured in disbelief:
"How come the original body of hope has so much material supply? Didn't it mean that their logistics transport fleet was attacked by alien pirates?!"
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But what he didn't know was that those so-called "alien pirates" had long since retreated in despair under the attack of the Mechanicum's Ark Mechanicus.
Avoid total destruction.
Today, the savior’s logistics and transportation fleet is traveling unimpeded.
"Traitors, all traitors!"
After the Secretary-General learned that another government official had escaped in front of him, he angrily sent out a patrol to arrest him.
However, after those people went out, they never came back.
Because the newly established picket team of the Savior is recruiting people, it has better armed equipment.
The patrol did not dare to fight against it, but chose to join in.
After all, the salary given by the Ministry of Interior is some corpse starch, and they will not fight against the army of the Primarch of Hope for these.
Some people have already realized who is truly loyal to the Emperor.
The secretary-general fainted and the crowd dispersed.
The deputy even used the excuse of handling business to secretly head towards the back office.
……
Internal Affairs Department, Administrative Document Department.
Naresin placed a crucifix of the Savior on his desk and calculated the relevant data skillfully.
With the help of data array.
She can get the answer she wants almost instantly, eliminating too many steps of calculation and communication.
The efficiency of work is many times faster than before.
"We all wrongly blamed the Savior..."
Naresin still feels guilty for his original misunderstanding.
Their department is lucky.
Because he was forgotten by the complicated procedures, he was removed from the Ministry of Interior's sequence and did not participate in this strike.
The Internal Affairs Department of the Internal Affairs Department found them in that crowded office located more than ten kilometers underground in the hive capital with the help of the vast amount of information input into the data core.
Collect it.
The Department of Internal Affairs currently needs these skilled accounting personnel.
Now, Nareisen has found the meaning of his existence, which is to serve the Savior.
Her work is valuable.
He will calculate the material data himself and then distribute it to the logistics personnel in each responsible area so that they can distribute the corresponding materials.
Countless residents were able to survive starvation.
For ordinary residents, the savior's logistics personnel are issued at a minimum, just enough to survive.
But this group of people born in a period of prosperity underestimated the suffering of the empire.
Even the minimum supply package is much better than the empire, and it is enough to prevent the whole family from starving to death.
Based on calculations by the Department of Internal Affairs.
The supplies brought by the Savior's logistics transport fleet are enough for the people of Holy Terra to use for several years.
But that's the way Holy Terra calculates.
In Savior Territory terms, it's only available for one year.
Then, the Savior’s order was calculated on a half-year basis.
After all, this is a special period, and those pure and loyal government officials have worked so hard and must work hard.
How could the political personnel of Holy Terra be so much worse than the people of Ersten?
This also means to win over people's hearts, and all benefits must be sufficient.
Buzz~
When Naleisen heard the friction sound of the servo skull operating, she couldn't help but tremble and straighten her waist.
That's subconscious fear.
Even if the working environment has changed now, the servo skull has no monitoring role.
The servo-skull clumsily placed a cup of coffee and pastries on Naresan's desk.
The legendary afternoon tea is regarded as a benefit for the core department of the Internal Affairs Department.
Naresen took a sip and felt the silky smoothness and milky aroma, and felt a faint feeling of happiness.
She drinks high-end coffee.
The Savior Territory would like to provide low-quality Reka coffee, but unfortunately there is no such production line.
What's more, every agricultural world in the Savior uses the agricultural technology of the Golden Age, and the crops produced are basically not inferior or contaminated.
Nareisen could not imagine such a life, it was like living in a dream.
Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure and froze: "Save...the savior?!"
"Everyone is working hard."
Ron smiled gently and raised his hand to indicate that people should continue to perform their duties without too much etiquette.
He was stopping by to inspect the situation in the Internal Affairs Office.
The size of the Internal Affairs Department is expanding, gradually absorbing personnel from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and obtaining a lot of internal information.
This will be a huge help in future restructurings.
Afterwards, Ron went to inspect the restaurant area.
"How do you do things?"
He stared at some of the supplies with a hint of dissatisfaction: "What are you doing providing so much staple food? People who don't know think that my savior can't afford it.
Remove all these staple foods and replace them with meat, eggs, and milk! ”
Now that some branches of the Webway have been attacked and blocked, the food and livestock of many agricultural worlds cannot be transported to other star fields, and they are almost rotting in the ground.
Just a little more supply to Holy Terra, more than enough.
By destroying warehouses and going on strike, the opposition did themselves a great favor and dug their own graves.
Especially after the fleet attack on the logistics fleet failed.
His supplies can continuously flow into this throne world, completely controlling the situation.
Many government departments became honest one by one after discovering that the strike was ineffective, that the internal affairs department was replacing them, and that they were hungry for several days.
They all returned to work in despair.
Even if the superior department strictly prohibits it, it will have no effect.
Those departments, seeing the treatment of certain departments loyal to the Savior, devoutly wished to offer their loyalty.
Rumble——
There was the roar of artillery fire outside.
Ron came to the balcony and looked at the smoke in the distance.
His own army has been gradually regaining the garrison where major departments are located, and any resistance will be regarded as heresy and rebellion.
The more desperate opponents are killed now, the more stable the rule will be in the future.
In fact, those armies did not encounter many obstacles.
In the process of recovery.
The smart guys in some departments even took the initiative to report heresy and rebellion in their own departments so that the Savior's army could quickly regain their areas.
Let the savior's army come and clean it up quickly. Fortunately, everyone can enjoy the welfare benefits as soon as possible.
It can be regarded as proactively creating value.
Ron ordered the army to speed up the recovery to prevent the martial law campaign from lasting too long.
That might attract the coveted eyes of some beings, and even lead to unpredictable and terrible consequences!
However, the clearing operation stalled after reaching the central area where major departments were stationed, and a large number of losses occurred.
They were unable to enter areas filled with defensive arrays, especially the core of the fortress.
Even super heavy tanks or fearless mechas were easily destroyed.
But the high lords also felt uncomfortable, especially the opposition.
They realized that the situation was over and that they and others had nothing to do, so they finally compromised.
The high lords of the Federation of Light collectively sent communications in an attempt to negotiate.
Overletta and others looked a little haggard, trying to squeeze out a trace of compliance: "Saviour, you have won this struggle, and we are willing to accept this reform.
We hope you can retain our original position and we will fully assist you in managing Holy Terra. ”
"Do you still have room to raise conditions?"
Ron frowned. Since Holy Terra has been under martial law, so many people have died and so many resources have been consumed.
They actually want to continue to occupy high positions.
If these people are retained, even if the reform is implemented, it will not have much effect.
After a while of silence.
Oviletta added: "We are willing to remove the position and re-elect new people to serve as high lords. This is our final bottom line."
They took another step back.
Anyway, the one I can choose in the end is still an existence related to me, just like the reform of the regent.
"If you are sincere, you should come to the Senate to talk to us."
Ron said.
But the other side rejected such a proposal until the situation was stable and they were sure they were safe.
There's no way they're going to come out.
Some beings even decided to stay in the fortress forever and let other members of their families and forces inherit this power.
"Unless you hand over all your power and accept investigation, I can still keep your lives."
Ron sighed slightly: "Your family and power can continue, at least it won't be too bad.
Otherwise, there would be nothing to talk about. ”
This is his bottom line.
If he hadn't been worried about these people jumping over the wall, he would have gone crazy.
Oviletta's tone became ferocious:
"Primarch, we have compromised, but that does not mean that we have no power to resist.
You are not qualified to take away this power that has lasted for thousands of years! ”
Boom——
There was the roar of an explosion outside.
An explosion occurred in an ancient internal affairs agency area, resulting in the destruction of a large number of personnel and precious information.
This is the response, or threat, of the opposition.
"We can stay in the fortress for a hundred years or more, fighting you and causing more chaos."
Orvilletta is close to madness:
"One place after another will be inadvertently destroyed, and Terrarium will forever be in fear.
Or maybe you'd rather use an orbital strike to reduce Terrarium and more to ruins and kill billions of people, and maybe that'll kill us. ”
"Do you have the heart to sacrifice so many people in order to seize power?"
There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he asked: "My dear Primarch, what is your choice..."
The Master of the Interior waited for the Primarch to compromise.
At the same time, more beings have also anxiously sent messages of mediation, hoping that everyone can take the overall situation into consideration.
The Federation of Light has at least six supreme lords, and its fortress occupies many important areas of Holy Terra. It basically exists as one.
It's like a nail in the heart of the empire, it's not easy to remove.
It may be difficult for them to maintain the prosperity of the empire. If they do nothing but destroy it, they will be in big trouble.
Everyone is waiting for the savior's final response.
However, the explosions caused by the opposition continued, and people's screams could be heard faintly.
As if the loss of these lives could put pressure on the Primarch of Hope.
"I choose to strike hard..."
Ron's voice was particularly cold, like the scythe of death: "You are all heretics and rebels, cancer of the empire, and you will not receive any forgiveness!"
The Savior cut off communications.
At the same time, a trial order was announced.
The Federation of Light, headed by the High Lord and Chief of the Ministry of Internal Affairs Oveletta, is involved in heresy and rebellion. The original body has sentenced them to death and will be executed immediately!
Moreover, all relevant entities will be wiped out, and it will be useless for anyone to come.
The Primarch of Hope, the Savior, went to the Senate after pronouncing the decree.
The dark golden shuttle flew by, and fire fell from the dim sky of Holy Terra, like a divine power descending from the sky...
(End of chapter)