Chapter 225 Complicity with the Three Banners of the Empire
"The state religion, this huge thing attached to the empire, has gone through nine thousand years since its creation. Its history is so long that many things cannot be studied, so that many of them have forgotten the essence of serving the emperor."
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"When I saw the silver sun criticizing the stupidity of the state religion in my mind, I realized that no matter whether it is surrounded by flowers or the fragrance of cypress after bathing, someone will eventually need to carry out the emperor's will." The old man put his hand in his hand. The kraft paper representing the will of the state religion was brought in, just like the rosette of the inquisitor. Some people commented:
I carry an Inquisitor's Emblem with me, a small and inconspicuous item, housed in a Prouvian obsidian box. It is very simple, with only one main decoration and a simple motto, it looks ordinary. However, as long as I have this thing, I can sign the extermination order and leave billions of souls behind
——Inquisitor Traviam Forrest of the Order of the Hammer
The vellum at this moment is one of the empire's supreme approvals. It stipulates that as long as the Sun Lord himself plans it as a settlement area, then while Alan Bair is still alive in this world, the planned place can be in accordance with the emperor's will. Exemption from 11 tax and other complicated things.
In other words, as long as the Sun Lord is willing to define this matter, he can make a world add huge wealth out of thin air.
For the foundry world with first-level taxation, the Sun Lord holds this roll of kraft paper, which is worth enough to buy a continent. Secondly, this represents the support and recognition of the expedition by the imperial state religion.
From the beginning, kraft paper was just a carrier. Although special tax exemptions were rare, they were not unavailable in the huge empire. The main foundry worlds of the Mechanicus, the religious worlds of the State Church, and the fortress worlds of the Space Marines all had tax exemptions. In other words, this paper Although it is powerful, it is not without exceptions.
And how long can a mortal live? As long as he is alive, it is the biggest restriction. For this huge empire, even if Alan Bair designates a star area to be tax-free, it will not be enough in a hurry, at most two or three hundred years, and it will be gone in the blink of an eye.
However, there are hundreds and nearly a thousand worlds in a star region, which is enough for a mortal to spend his whole life studying.
And these privileges are essentially owned by the State Church. If the lord betrays the empire or breaks with the State Church, they will no longer exist. To put it bluntly, compared to the sacred contract, it means that the Imperial Guard and the State Church will be as close as one family during the hundred years that the Sun Lord is alive.
Equivalent to 2 fixed seats in the Council of High Lords, it is also a force that cannot be underestimated for the empire. What's more, organizations like the Astrology Institute and the Assassin's Parlor are inherently neutral. The only organizations with actual conflicts are the Inquisition, the Mechanicus, and the Merchant Marine. Such questions will arise.
But the pressure of the two-seat alliance is too great, and other organizations within the empire will definitely stop it. This is why the old bald donkey was secretive along the way. Of course, it was unexpected that Alan Bayer could convince him of this. After all, he was originally here to give The Sun Lord came with a show of force and occupied the commanding heights of the alliance.
When Alan Bayer signed his name, the warm smile of the old man in front of him added a lot of hesitation. Although the matter was indeed resolved, the Imperial Guard was climbed up by others as Alan Bayer said. object, but the sense of control of the state religion still makes people uncomfortable.
The old man watched the signing, took away his file, and shook hands cordially. Alan Bayer couldn't help but think of Pope Terra's handshake, how many people wanted to spend their money to try it.
He stretched out his hand and carefully felt the warmth and strength, but he only encountered the old man's shriveled and weak palm, which was very different from what he imagined as a powerful figure in the empire.
The old man seemed to see the little thoughts in his thoughts and asked with interest. "How do you feel?"
Alan Beyer replied. "Responsibility is just responsibility."
The old man indeed said, "It's not this, it's my hand. It's completely different from the people you imagine at the peak of power, isn't it?"
There was a hint of appreciation in his eyes. "I am 498 years old, child, and you are the heir to the empire. The God-Emperor is still paying attention here, but you know that the thoughts about the coming doomsday are becoming more and more violent within the state church."
"This is completely different from when I first stepped into this path. People are now frightened by all the strange and alien tyranny, invasion and invasion before the advent of the 41st millennium."
"There are also a large number of legal psykers who have begun to predict various disasters. Depending on the strength of their abilities, it can be as small as someone witnessing a pirate invasion, or as large as someone..." He choked and then said. "Seeing the empire torn in two."
Alan Bayer answered subconsciously. "The Eye of Terror, Abaddon."
The old man smiled. "You have proved that you are smarter than I thought, and now you have proved that you are knowledgeable. I am very happy to see someone like you at such an old age."
Alan Bayer said. “The nightmare of 41,000 years is still early, I don’t know how far away it is.”
"And I bet you'll live another hundred years."
The old man loosened his grip. He was surprised that the young man's palms were still so clean after hearing so many secrets, with no sweat, and the pulse was still calm, without confusion. He felt more and more that his unique alliance had many unexpected values.
"Very good, I need to meditate. Thank you for leaving me a room in the church so that I can rest while witnessing the emperor's light." His intention to see the guest off was already strong, and Alan Bair also turned around and left without even saying a word. Too much politeness.
Etiquette, honor, or more secular feelings no longer matter to the senior leaders of the empire at their level. At the end of the 40th millennium when human civilization is in danger, big people are much more open-minded than small people, and the empire can slowly move forward.
"How do you feel? Lord Sun Lord?" Ms. Inquisitor, who was almost ignored, spoke to Alan Bair who walked out of the building and emphasized this point. "Compared to that glittering set of gold, your current equipment is more in line with my aesthetic."
Alain Bair put on that military uniform, which should be that of an Imperial school officer to be precise. The military uniform without a cape was dark in tone and off-white, in line with Skadi's gloominess. At the same time, the dark gold color of Terra on the chest was The star badge shines again.
"Beautiful lady, you can no longer get the money, you know it." Alan Bayer was no longer interested in her at this moment.
"I'm just here for a legend, the man who survived, the orc killer, the red pirate nemesis, the genius tactician, the legendary leader, the sun lord, many things are piled on one person, and I did see your strategizing , But now we need something else," Lovlova said, making Alan Bayer interested.
"What?" he asked.
Judge Lovlova answered seriously. "Your personal thoughts, the Inquisition has always been like this. It needs to record many thoughts and fates, aliens, traitors, victories, and defeats."
"The records may not be made public, and they may not be very useful, but for me, it is impossible to go to trial or obtain financial satisfaction now. I have just been appointed by the court to refuse to pay the return expenses."
"So, I'm going to record those things from your personal perspective, okay?" the Inquisitor said.
Alan Bayer only noticed one problem. "So, you plan to be by my side, well, to be precise, you want to write my personal biography?"
"Biography? It's an interesting statement. It's just an internal document record of the Tribunal. But I really need to follow you for a while." A beauty like Lovlova said so frankly that Alan Bayer was too embarrassed to refuse. Secondly, It was he who smelled the Inquisition's thoughts behind this matter.
"But I have a close relationship with the National Religion..." Alan Bair asked tentatively. The relationship between the Inquisition and the National Religion is almost as bad as the relationship between the Mechanicus and the Inquisition.
Lovlova simply replied. "So what, I spent a lot of crazy nights with the Pope, and I was his assistant in that huge sermon involving 20,000 permanent personnel on the ship."
"It's quite an honor. Having experienced the Pope and the Sun Lord of the Sun Star Territory will definitely make you prosperous, miss." Alan Bair said jokingly.
Lovlova did not deny it, and their gesture of walking and talking here was also seen by many people. The news spread like wildfire. The second lieutenant who was holding his nose in the dormitory heard it, and the captain who corrected the poison blade tank knew it and checked the tactics. The lieutenant of the situation also understood.
Master Chief Catachan was surprised at the suddenness of this incident. Boy Letling was planning to try making a cake to please his superior woman. Master Chief Catachan also secretly expressed his blessing to this incident.
Colonel Lane asked the Partorians to come up with good enough gifts. Kane and Qi Fan were even more interested in observing the situation, but the chief of staff just silently booked the best tavern in the area.
At night, Alan Bair bid farewell to the female inquisitor. He was very happy to meet this smart woman who could help him. She was self-reliant and had psychic powers that could kill and burn an orc boss alive...
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He talked about many experiences and walked around the entire city without stopping. But almost everyone knew one thing, the Sun Lord had a "lover"!
When he returned to his quarters, which was an almost palatial area, he had the best of them all, albeit temporary, and the Bordero was now filled with all sorts of things he had borrowed (plundered ) Luxury goods are not necessarily worse than here.
He used retinal recognition to open the door, yawned and prepared to sleep, but was suddenly lifted up by a thick arm like a chicken. The Master Chief of Destruction Falcon was hiding in the room at some point, with a face that had experienced many battles. Show a gentle smile.
"Congratulations, comrade."
"Let's go have a drink."
Alan Bayer is a little sleepy, but he is not very likely to say no. "Really, just you and me?"
"Everyone is here, the brothers of the Imperial Guard and the battle brothers of the Falcon of Destruction. We have booked the entire tavern."
Master Chief doesn't like spending money very much, but unlike what most people understand, Space Marines are not grain-free. It's just that synthetic industrial-grade (physically industrial-grade) food can allow them to fight longer. But nowadays In rare moments of peace, he would also choose delicious food.
Alan Bair nodded when he heard everyone was there. The Master Chief suddenly grabbed him and said. "Stand still!" The giant grabbed his body and flew the jetpack at low power. Even so, Alan Bayer still felt pain in his cheek...
But when he saw the huge city below, the sparkling lights, and the empire under the moonlight, he felt warm and cozy. This era lacked homes for human habitation, and his efforts were just for this scenery.
With the power of the jetpack, it is easy to get close to the tavern, but it is probably difficult for ordinary people to imagine that angels like Space Marines also like to have fun and play so much. But in the end, they are still humans and have emotions and desires. They just usually pursue their beliefs and desires. Honor makes them suppress their own affairs.
If the Emperor's Great Crusade ends successfully, the Space Marines will become artists, teachers, and authors, cultivating the Imperium into an enlightened cultural nation through their own wise thoughts and insights spanning the entire galaxy, just like the Eldar once did, in the arts. and reaching the pinnacle of technology, no one is hungry, no one is afraid...
Unfortunately, betrayal destroyed everything, causing the Space Marines to close their hearts and enter the castle monastery, and the Space Marines' plan to retire also came to nothing.
When the Master Chief put down Alan Bair, there was a trace of gratitude in his eyes. At least his heart had not been so excited for a long time. In such a small thing, he rarely felt that peace and victory in the war were other than honor.
But he also knew that whether it was the Imperial Guard or the Space Marines, they could not stand still, the war would not end, although this was definitely a time to celebrate.
Alan Bair just looked at the tavern in front of him and muttered how many throne coins they needed to book the place. Then he stepped in and saw his old comrades, Skadi's officers, Catachan, Partorians, and Colonel, Kane, Second Lieutenant, Chief of Staff and many other brothers.
And he didn't expect that they were not drinking or making a mess at this moment, they were just sitting in a proper manner. The tables and chairs in the middle of the tavern had been cleared, and they were leaning around. Although it was simple, it even reminded Alan Bayer of 61 Children's Day talent show, the kindergarten teacher gives the children an empty space.
But he felt that this group of people had ulterior motives. When he stepped in, the second lieutenant and four or five soldiers carried a gray gift box (who looked like a supply box) and said something. "Boss, be careful."
"Did you get me a motorcycle of the same type as White Scar?" Alan Bayer also felt something. He rubbed his hands and looked at this gift that was as tall as one person...
He opened it slowly, and then the surprise turned into fright. Miss Lovlova, who had been chatting with him in the afternoon, was tied up like a rice dumpling and struggling inside. The second lieutenant was speaking strange love poems out of time, and there were soldiers He complained that this young lady didn’t want to come on a date, so he had to “invite” her to come.
Alan Bayer previously thought that nothing in this dark universe could mess up his head, but it turns out that a group of rough old men from the empire who have been single all their lives and fought every day have extraordinary mobility and inexplicable "love". Guessing" is the most confusing thing in this universe.
Then, under the expression of the ensign, congratulating the boss and Miss Inquisitor on their happy marriage, and the resentful eyes of the struggling Inquisitor, the Sun Lord regained his dignity and shouted.
"Fucking hell, release the inquisitor! Then you go clean the toilet for me!" he swore. (End of chapter)