Chapter 202 War General, Sun Lord, Appointment of Terra
Gold and jade are ruined on the outside, but never doubt that the most dangerous world in the galaxy is the most prosperous world, even if only for a second.
Danger doesn't always come in the form of bombs, Ragnar.
Those worlds are where the Imperial elite is most densely populated, and the people we're talking about here are the most ruthless, lawless, and ambitious rogues culled from millions of worlds.
A world like Terra is where they can realize their ambitions, and no one can stop them, not me, not you, not even close relatives if necessary.
Civilization and prosperity are the most terrifying barbarisms measured by the human heart.
————“Traveller” Turin, the wolf blade of the Belisarius family
Pan Lan's wreckage was piled up in several days and months. Ammunition and fuel were replenished. Everything seemed extremely slow in front of the war engines and Imperial Guards that had increased tenfold. Tens of thousands of people in this empire were fighting for it. This huge force spans three star sectors and its massive supplies are enough to fill the oceans and the land.
On the contrary, there was a celebration banquet that lasted for the entire world. This was a great victory that could record the history of the Star Sector. The entire Panlan became a place of carnival. The citizens of the empire could rest today, and the servitors only needed to carry out Basic maintenance, and fine wine and food fill the entire poor forging world.
Like a huge, planet-wide buffet and rest day, most of the officers were unconscious. In the mansion of the founding governor, the old guy also drank himself into a coma. In the smoky courtyard, the second lieutenant took off his clothes. He took off his Skadi winter coat, climbed onto the Imperial double-headed eagle statue in the courtyard, and vomited everywhere from top to bottom.
The streets were full of shouting people, blocking traffic, and fireworks were set off in the sky, completely forgetting the imperial curfew and the prohibition of entertainment by the state religion.
Although many brave warriors left, and a few days ago the bell rang in memory of the Emperor's warriors, but a few days later, people had almost forgotten about it.
After a year, 4 months and 6 days of conquest and repair, Pan Lan returned to the embrace of the Empire from hell. The Red Pirates' invasion plan also completely failed. The Empire lost countless officers, battleships, and even Mechanicus. The proud commander of the Iron Gates and the Astra Militarum, Lieutenant General Mr. Marcato.
But it's not that they forget quickly or are heartless, it's just that this universe is too desperate, and everyone will be prepared to face their own destiny when they join the Imperial Guard.
Victory is more important than sacrifice, and it will eventually lead back to the throne, and then the capital hive, where there are victory parades, huge crowds of jubilant people, countless festivals, investiture ceremonies, free drinking, and the Imperial Guard. The supreme commanders waved their arms to receive the crazy admiration of the citizens.
In an empire that worships force, they are the real stars. In the underdeveloped entertainment industry, knowledge and research capabilities represent rights and status, and military strength and military ethics are the basis for people to worship. Alan Bayer is among the most popular. In the conspicuous place, followed by the Skadi hero, Captain Bordero, and various imperial officers, and next to them are Commander Qifan and Kane's senior chief of staff, Colonel Lane of Partoria.
Although Kane and the others are all heroes of the empire, they came too late and could only stand aside. The badges prepared for this ceremony were all approved by Terra and issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs.
Those exquisite, beautiful things that represent honor and status will in many cases make the imperial people give you some thin noodles, although Alan Bayer, who actually controls the entire fleet, has no prizes.
The issuance of the badge also means that the High Lords Council recognized the Imperial Guard's goal of forming a temporary expeditionary force, and they also prepared documents accordingly, but those things could not be issued due to reasons such as the distance between physical reality. That roll of kraft paper, Honor is also a burden.
In other words, Alan Bair is now the real Sun Lord, but there is no practical feeling about this matter. The soldiers here are of the same mind as him and are commanded by him.
The consent of those old guys was just because they were afraid of the Red Pirates and could not order the disbandment of the Imperial Guard. Moreover, his rights were only fulfilled in Pangia and this sector, up to the Maelstrom area at most.
The so-called Sun Lord is more like the step that the High Lord found for this Astra Militarum operation. After all, they cannot stop the Red Pirates, but after completing his mission, Alan Bair may need to worry about the assassination of those scum, but given that Even the Eldar can't do it, and those in the Assassin's Parlor are also a question mark.
And the ones guarding the front of the team at this moment are not the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, but the red and white giants. The children of the Ultramarines followed the soldiers of Partoria, one to repay the kindness on the space hulk, and the other to be the Red Pirates. Traitors are the heart disease of Space Marines.
The Badab War was a heartache that the Empire could not overcome. The High Lords of Terra could allow the Imperial Guard to become entrenched, but they could not tolerate the petty thoughts of the Star Claws.
To the High Lords, Space Marines are a non-human race...
Alan Bair put away his little thoughts. The high lord's permission is not useless. This matter has greatly improved morale. In the end, the permission on behalf of the Sun Lord has been copied and transmitted to the tablets of the war lords of the major empires. .
He has reached the limit of mortal power, and then there are 12 seats of high lords, 9 of which are fixed, namely the Master of the Adeptus Administrator (The Master of the Adeptus Administrator)
The Ecclesiarch of the Adeptus Ministorum
TheFabricator-GeneraloftheAdeptusMechanicus
Minister of Justice (TheGrandProvostMarshaloftheAdeptusArbites)
ThePaternovalEnvoyoftheNAvigators
The Master of the Astronomican
The Grand Master of the Officer Assassinorum
The Master of the AdeptusAstra Telepathica
The Representative of the Inquisition
In addition to the nine seats, there are three non-permanent seats, elected from the most powerful leaders of the various imperial factions:
Lord Commander of the Segmentum Solar
Lord Commander Militant of the Astra Militarum
LordHighAdmiraloftheImperialNAvy
Cardinal(s)oftheHolySynodofTerra
Abbess Sanctorum of the Adepta Sororitas
Captain-GeneraloftheAdeptusCustodes
Chancellor of the EstateImperium
SpeakerfortheChartistCaptains
It can be said that he has reached the highest position, and the next step up is hell within hell. The high lords are all talents and elites, but they will also be dragged down to death by the huge and rotten empire.
But than here, Alan Bair would rather go to the Forge Governor's Mansion to chat with Arya, play chess with the oil guy, and then watch the ensign go crazy. He may be dancing naked now!
But at the moment he can only be here, smiling and waving like a puppet. This picture even reminds him of a dictator or something.
This is the case with the Sun Lords. They are not only heroes, gods of war, but also the greatest mascot of the Astra Militarum. Although the mascot is not accurate, but the new Sun Lord did not appear on this day, then the soldiers will definitely worry too much.
It's just that whether it's Makato or the war, even the most difficult High Lords Council is constantly pushing this "young man" to a better position, even if he doesn't like it.
On a religious-style float dressed up as an honorary imperial engine, the Sun Lord, as the representative of the emperor, wore a golden dress and was gorgeous enough. The golden car was painted and carried a lot of religious vellum. The Imperial Chimera.
At this moment, Alan Bair touched the prickly high collar on his neck and the gleaming gold-plated armor on it. He had to admit that the emperor's people were all good, but this taste was a bit like the nouveau riche.
However, gold is indeed the most suitable for this immortal who has a life span of 40,000 years. No matter how history changes, as one of the most stable metals in nature, it will never lose its shining golden essence. Even if it is stained with blood, as long as it is not mixed with impurities, It's still 100% gold.
Stability, honor, and wealth are all out of reach for ordinary people. Even if you lose everything, you can only get a little. Although in this era when sailing in the void of the universe is commonplace, gold is still something of extremely high value, and it is even more peaceful because of the huge demand. Civilians put an end to relationships.
Now he has become the spokesman of this glittering city, spending a whole day parading through the huge hive city, receiving praise and gifts from the greatest merchants and most successful governors in the entire sector, even from outside the sector. .
Soon, the banquet was over, leaving only the warmth. As the sun lord, Alan Bair was homeless. In a realistic sense, he wanted to go back to the bridge of the Bordeaux ship and lie down. After all, as a soldier, he almost forgot about his bed. What a feeling.
War, travel, and even the last few years of his life, it was the period between his enlistment and the present that left such a deep impression on him that his previous memories began to become blurry.
Killing, killing, war, war, like an endlessly repeated song, but he couldn't rest at this moment. First of all, he noticed that the servitor was cleaning the statue in the courtyard of the casting governor. Secondly, he needed to meet the wealthy businessmen and merchants from all over the world. The Governor came to stabilize his power.
Although his basic base is the garden world of Gondvar VI, the forge world of Panlan, and the Tau factory on Bordero that is enough to sustain an armed armored regiment, outside interests are still important.
Fortunately, the rotten fish and shrimps would not come to meet him. It was obviously the mechanical director's residence, but he came like a master. In the huge hall, sat governors and wealthy businessmen from all over the country. When this hero Being escorted by Catachan, the men had to stand up and bow.
And there are many of his acquaintances here, such as Mr. John, who has more badges on his chest, Arya in fine clothes, the Mechanical Governor has good taste, this one is cute and personal, and the lady official who is a diplomat, Alan Beyer just wanted to say hello to them, but one person stood up.
"Good day, Great Lord of War, Lord of the Sun, Honor of Skadi, Bane of the Orks, Admiral of the Imperial Guard, Honorary Commander of the Imperial Navy, Commander-in-Chief of the Western Sector of Pangia Subsector in the Imperial Ultramarine Segmentum, the Empire..."
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Alan Bayer stopped the "eulogy" of the gorgeously dressed middle-aged man in front of him, and he noticed that this guy was tall and his clothes were similar to the "pirate clothes" favored by rogue traders.
"Are you?" He was a little curious, but he had the answer in his heart.
"You granted me many benefits, remember? I am the one who opened the channel..."
That traitor, Alan Bayer underestimated in his heart, what is his name...
"Alexander..." he replied, speaking excitedly to the other side. "Alexander Hamil, sir, I'm glad you can remember me!"
Alan Bayer sat down at the head of the table and said "apologize". "Yes, I'm sorry that those traitors destroyed your manor. When I passed there, there were only ruins. I really don't know the heavy firepower they brought there. Even the cellar was blown clean. I think it might be possible inside. It’s a lot of wine.”
The rogue trader didn't care and pushed the lady next to him over. She was gorgeously dressed, and her complicated gothic style dress was even more beautiful. In Lambair's eyes, she is even more beautiful.
"Hello, my lord, I am Lina Hamilton. Thank you very much for protecting our manor. If possible, I hope you will go with me after this is over...to taste a little bit of the specialties of the agricultural world."
In this imperial society that worships force, this situation is normal, but Alan Bayer still considers that she is a traitor, otherwise he should try to do something on this day.
Of course, the Sun Lord will not lack the opposite sex, but now he still has responsibilities.
Although her voice was very beautiful, Alan Bayer just felt that it was not good. To put it bluntly, it was the kind of clip sound. He knew the female voice very well, that was.
For the Emperor!
Alan Bayer naturally stretched out his hand and said. "Sorry, I have an appointment with this lady." Then he bowed to the lady officer.
The heroine's face turned red, then she scolded Alan Bair. "Why, I was wounded on the waist on the battlefield. Do you like scars? They haven't healed yet. Why don't you look for the white and tender ones?"
Alan Beyer just said. "She is too weak to bear the "love" of the Sun Lord."
The lady officer blushed. "Where did you learn it, boss, do those orcs still make dirty jokes?"
"My teacher is not just an orc, I killed a group of Eldar some time ago." Alan Bair said.
"That makes sense"
However, the "intimate" actions of two people were very sensitive in the eyes of others. The lady's face turned ugly, but she still answered politely. "Then let's do it next time..."
She saw two people completely ignoring her again, and she became dissatisfied and fell silent.
Then the Rogue Trader was not necessarily sad and asked with a thick skin.
"Sir, Lord, I still have a lot of business within the star sector during this period, and this still needs to be taken care of." He took out a list, and Alan Bair took it, including all kinds of noble valuables and gorgeous things. Enjoyed it immensely.
At this moment, Alan Bayer thought of the batch he took from this guy's house. They were all good, a little better than this batch, and a bit mixed.
He handed it back and said to John. "John, you got so many badges there." He naturally picked the one on his chest...
Um? Earth Moon badge?
John said. "I made it blindly by myself. I am learning to forge. Once I make a beautiful one, I hang it up and mix it with the real ones."
It seems that he has completely overcome his distrust of himself and even has time to start learning hobbies, which is naturally good news.
Compared with this, after a few words of chatter, the Rogue Trader finally revealed his original intention. "Ahem, sir, I have found a stable subspace passage that can cross to the Pangia sub-sector in a short time, and is stable enough to minimize fleet losses so that the next war can begin."
"I wish to turn over this road to aid your great cause."
Alan Bair nodded immediately. "Okay, you are indeed a hero of the empire!" The other side was already thinking about how to trick the red pirates!
(End of chapter)