Chapter 224 It’s not the Imperial Guard that needs us, but we need you
The second lieutenant joked and looked at the extremely large radio in the command area. He was currently responsible for receiving most of the empire's signals and even astrological signals. This was not easy, but he had always enjoyed the hardships.
In just a few days, he learned how to detach from the vast sea of complicated and obscure information, because he realized that his task was to find the signals the Imperial Guard needed, not to process them all.
Under his clever understanding, the signals were divided into four types: hopeless, salvageable, useful, and useless.
If a civilian ship is attacked by pirates, it is hopeless. A commercial frigate can be saved. However, there are still people who do not understand the market and do not emphasize the reward, so it is useless even if it is saved. If the reward is paid, a destroyer will be arranged to take a look, and that's it.
But this is not because the second lieutenant is ruthless, but because there are countless messy star languages, and there are tens of thousands of messages in just a few light years. This empire is so huge, not to mention radio signals. He can't "help the world" so he can only Live a tactful life.
But today he went a little too far, and even brought lunch directly to work to taste. The reason is also very simple. Today is the day when the Inquisitor arrives in this world. In other words, the Imperial Guard cannot attack. They must use the best Status greeting those stupid guys.
The second lieutenant looked at those vague star messages, orc attacks, traitors' betrayals, civil strife, and other messy things that kept going on in this universe, like black dye staining the whole world. He ate the bread and thought that he should transfer this position as soon as possible. He would rather fight than stay here.
"It's boring and disgusting..." The second lieutenant tore into the last piece of meat and cursed again. He wanted to save everyone, but he was not the emperor, he was just an ordinary person.
He gulped down the food, drank the dirty cheap wine, and then subconsciously looked around to see if there were any old bones from Chungji Academy shouting "No drinking during duty hours!", then pinched his earlobe and asked him Copy hymns to the Emperor…
He seems like a repeat offender, even though he often forgets that he is also the leader of this facility and can even command the Imperial Navy to rescue. Although it is a request in name, he does have the right.
It is nothing for an Imperial destroyer to destroy an alien world with a population of about 1.4 billion that has not yet set foot on its home planet. Even the gang members on it are monster fighting legions that surpass their technology for tens of thousands of years, let alone the Imperial land forces. .
Such power is certainly terrifying, but the exaggerated wars that the second lieutenant experienced every day have made him unaware of how powerful he is, and his years of military career have engraved the feeling of being managed into his bones.
But it cannot be denied that he is one of the few people in this huge empire's expanding system who is relatively easy to use. Especially when he looked at Didi's roaring communicator and the subsequent translation of the star language content, he learned that a very good transport system was used. The ship carrying passengers and carrying at least 3,000 nobles was in trouble. It seemed that there was an internal rebellion and was approaching the world.
His first thought was, Noble, die well.
He was also born as a civilian and must have some hatred towards the rich. Although Xingyu said that the transportation company was willing to pay him a lot of money and obviously understood the market, the second lieutenant still couldn't move at the moment.
He yawned and heard the boss's voice coming from the communicator again. "Come to the star port quickly, the people are here. Don't get wrinkled in your military uniforms and put on your helmet." It sounded like a worried old father asking his son to go for an interview. The second lieutenant arranged his clothes in a boring way and took the soldiers of his company with him. Go there and prepare it as a backdrop.
Military boots were on, the march was busy, and a huge army gathered in front of the star port, including tanks, armor, Imperial engines, Catachan, stormtroopers, and Partoria legions, forming two lines to welcome the two unlucky guys.
A war-like atmosphere permeated the place. An elite mobilization of almost hundreds of thousands of people appeared to be respectful, but in fact, they were filled with murderous intent, threatening to overflow.
Alan Bair, the Sun Lord, stood at the landing point of the star port. He was wearing a rare set of golden relic armor and holding a long-bladed power sword. He looked like a medieval lord or a king in a feudal world. .
The light of stars shines on the armor, and tens of thousands of soldiers look like a green dragon crawling in the atmosphere.
Countless giant ships docked in the void and lined up in a row. Then many people marveled at the beauty of the Sun Lord's face-saving work. The neat queue and the heart-shaking etiquette team were actually not recognized behaviors in the empire that worshiped force, so the empire In essence, except for operations such as the Terran Parade, there are few troop movements of this scale.
And when the second lieutenant hurriedly came with his troops, Alan Bayer opened his mouth to reprimand. In contrast, the second-class soldier who had arrived at Pan Lan was, to be precise, he was already a lieutenant. The young man had commanded Pan before. Lan's war is very exciting. In comparison, although the second lieutenant is also remarkable, his command has always been slightly worse.
Not only did he go to a military school, he had a professional background, and he was more upright and smarter than the second lieutenant. Basically, most people thought that this child would inherit the Sun Lord's troops, except for Skadi's first and only regiment. Engal, Fraxia and other troops.
But Kane, Qi Fan, and the chief of staff all thought that the person who would succeed him was the second lieutenant and the private. The current lieutenant was very jealous because of this, but his etiquette also kept him in his heart. Only the second lieutenant felt that he was heartless. It was silly for the boss to ask him to see the communicator.
In fact, Alan Bayer asked him to learn about ship signals and models to make up for his lack of professional military training. The commander is not a top soldier, they need to consider more, and Alan Bayer felt that the lieutenant was a good commander. But it's not that he doesn't have the ability to lead his troops through adversity. On the contrary, the second lieutenant has it, but he still needs time.
But at this moment, the Sun Lord is in good health, and the war is in full swing. Although those who know him know that if the war ends, he will definitely put aside his fame and fortune and go on vacation, or repair the devastated Skadi, but he will never continue the expedition...
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But in this era, those who are capable should devote themselves to the empire until death. Either die or continue to work. Becoming an instructor or a planetary defense team is just a dream.
But Alan Bair knows that this moment is very important. With the approval of the Tribunal, he can retire cleanly and the expedition will go smoothly. Even if they are half forced, they must board the black ship of the Revenge Expedition!
When his thoughts stopped, the buzzing engines roared in the void, and several transport ships landed. Alan Bair waited for the surprised expressions of the inquisitor and other nobles in his mind, while moving forward, he said in the most noble tone of his life. Produces complex High Gothic.
He saw the beautiful woman wearing a leather jacket that looked like a judge's uniform. She had blond hair and blue eyes and looked more like a hairy girl. He looked at the situation here in surprise.
He spoke in a standard accent. "Welcome, guests of the Tribunal. This place is threatened by the Red Pirate traitors. We can only be so vigilant. If there is any disturbance, please take care of us."
There was a sound coming from his built-in armor. "Boss, I just saw this ship. This is..." Alan Bayer turned off the communicator and continued in low Gothic. "Please come with me to visit this world. We will discuss the distribution later..."
The ensign was very anxious at the moment. During this period, he had learned to remember the appearance and number of the ship. When the one-kilometer-long gorgeous transport ship docked, he realized that this ship had applied for a damn rescue alert.
But it was too late. He could not break the negotiation. He could only hope that the Sun Lord would change the situation again, and the negotiation situation became as peaceful as the second lieutenant felt. The judge did not answer, but just looked at the dark room where no one had walked out. Transport ship.
Only now did Alan Bayer realize why the other guests didn't show up, and the number of dozens of transport ships left behind was obviously too many, and there shouldn't be so many just soliciting customers.
Next, he tasted a suffocating aroma and complex scripture sounds composed of High Gothic. After many high-pitched voices, a nobleman wearing coarse cloth and reading scriptures walked out, why Alan Bayer To judge that they are nobles, they are too fat.
Next came many mortals and imperial citizens who were like worshipers. They surrounded and surrounded the old man who slowly left the transport plane, with his wrinkled skin, huge scriptures and prayers that were so pious that people felt their hearts were touched.
"Just like the emperor in the midst of the gods in high heaven, His gifts, His treasures, His blessings, just like the love of the God-Emperor and his descendants, spread to the world, we are all his sons, we are all his sons." The old man sang in praise of the emperor. Emperor, stepped forward, and the army of prayers also moved forward. Surrounded by thousands of people, and with the nobles clearing the way, the size of this faith army actually exceeded the martial virtue of the citizens of the empire.
Kane couldn't help but sigh. "O Emperor and all his saints!"
Commander Qi Fan had a complicated expression, Colonel Lane bowed devoutly, and the others probably did the same. Only Alan Bair was a little unhappy. His almost perfect welcome ceremony was broken, but when the burning ashes were scattered by mortals, everyone except the citizens of the empire The citizens knelt down and bowed to the old man. He had to admit that this was a thorn in his side.
The lady of the Tribunal also turned her face sideways, and began to talk non-stop about one thing to Alan Bair, the Sun Lord, that is, this old man spent three days traveling in subspace to completely break the centuries-old order of a transport ship. And used the fastest time to transform this place into a state church mission ship.
Alan Bayer rubbed his cheek, feeling that it was quite troublesome, but the old man walked straight over and took out the crumpled brown paper from his chest. "Lord of the Sun, respected warrior, leader, I come on behalf of the empire's national religion. You can call me a pious one. I have no name, I only do asceticism."
Alan Bayer took the brown paper, looked at the content on it, and realized that the State Church still had not given up on these trophies. "This is your goal. You keep saying asceticism, but you come here for gold and silver."
The old man shook his head. "I am for the state religion, for the emperor, for the empire."
Alan Beyer asked. "Why is the state religion first and the emperor second? Isn't the emperor the core of the state religion?"
The old man held a rosary of bones and spoke plausibly. "After the golden age, the age of chaos came, rebellion, death, and the glory and glory of the empire were no longer. It was the state religion that turned the tide and unified mankind."
"The Pope was guided by the God-Emperor to usher in ten thousand years of peace for the empire."
"But the premise of all this is the Emperor, isn't it? The accurate assessment is that, for me, it is probably that you are already shaking the foundation." Alan Bayer commented.
The old man replied. "The God-Emperor doesn't care about many things in the world. He chooses, He approves, He blesses, and He permits."
"It is precisely because of the selfless dedication of many people in the state religion that the empire can exist and last forever."
"The state religion is now the link that connects the entire galaxy." His words were perfect. From the perspective of the empire, as long as there is no faith, this huge human civilization will fall apart in an instant, there is no doubt.
But Alan Beyer asked. "Then what is the imperial state religion."
The old man replied as if he was endorsing. "The Emperor walked among men, but Heis, and always has been, agod.
The Emperor once walked among mortals, but now and in the future, he is a god.
TheEmperoristheonetruegod,regardlessofwhatpastfaithsanyhumanmayhaveworshipped.
The Emperor is the only true god, and humanity must forget all past beliefs
Topurgetheheretic, bewarethepsykerandmutant, andabhorthealien.
Purify heretics, be wary of psychics and mutants, hate aliens
EveryhumanbeinghasaplacewithintheEmperor'sdivineorder.
Everyone has a place in the Emperor's divine order"
Alan Beyer said. "Then I believe in the greatness of the Emperor, enjoy the blessing of the Emperor, and fight against heretics, demons, alien mutants, and become the core of the Emperor's national religion."
"Then, aren't the Empire's state religion and the Space Marines the empire's state religion?"
The old man was stunned and thought for a moment. "But you will not thank the Emperor for his grace."
Alan Bair waved to call a guard. "Bring me the field manual."
The guard took out the manual he carried with him, and Alan Bair turned to the first page, which clearly stated the praise and grace of the emperor, followed by a full 120 pages of battlefield prayers, and based on the culture of the guard's birthplace. Change, more catchy.
"Isn't this what it is?" Alan Bayer said.
The old man lowered his head, the runes on his head were wrinkled, and said again. "The Holy Cardinals shall be the state religion."
Alan Bayer scolded. "Then the Emperor is not as good as the Holy Cardinal?"
said the old man. "They are the Emperor's spokesmen."
At this moment, the debate reached its peak, and the Sun Lord spoke bluntly. "But they won't clean up the heretics here. If you leave the materials here, every bullet, every shot, and every mouthful of food can allow the Emperor's children to kill more enemies, and we will benefit."
After a while, the silent believers couldn't help but speak. "For the Emperor!"
"For the Emperor!"
The old man looked left and right, then looked at the young man who was shining with light in front of him, as if the emperor was personally present, and smiled. "I've heard your name for a long time, and I just learned it today."
"It turns out it's not the Imperial Guard that needs us, but we need you..."
"I will take this matter to the meeting and request that the Imperial Guard can eat the supplies in full. In the name of my Terran religion, the world where the Sun Lord is located will be allowed special tax exemption."
Alan Bayer only came back to his senses at this moment. "Holy Terra?"
The old man nodded...(End of chapter)