Chapter 594 He is here, he is here, he is here
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"The slave who has an extra "desire and emotions does not think he is a slave, but only thinks he is the master of the world."
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Governor Berinus Himbolin has prepared a lot of time for this, but he still has to control his nails before he walks out of the waiting room - which makes him look too nervous or nervous to be worthy of his identity and title in the eyes of others.
In fact, if it were not for the bishop of the State Church, officers of the Imperial Navy and the Autrama Assistant Army, and other chaotic groups who had been waiting here, they had already rushed to the grand military parade to be held to assign their respective positions, even if he wanted to be alone here, he would have been a luxury.
This group of people—especially the devout and luxuriously dressed, older priests of the State Church, had almost been clamoring around him for the days after Lord Keelman woke up—like a group of fly lying on pieces of meat sucking juice—he thought absent-mindedly and a little unfairly.
Who made them interspersed with the repeated demands of the endless chanting of scriptures with the rich incense on them almost drove the poor Governor Makulag crazy.
He didn't know what happened or how it happened in Hera Fortress! Even if it is him, Chief Executive of Markulag, the mayor of the capital Magna City, cannot do it!
Since the Hera Fortress suddenly stopped receiving all the visits of pilgrims, including local citizens, and then the material crisis and its magical solution, the food and other markets in the Autrama Star Zone were occupied overnight by strange merchants from the Far East border. Before the local nobles and merchants could reach an agreement to petition him after they reacted, the entire galaxy was subjected to the same sudden large-scale attacks by heresy and demons... It was a mess!
He himself was wounded in the attack, but fortunately he soon recovered from the abominable demon's attack, but unfortunately his wife and children died in destruction, and the man who cleaned the ruins found their miserable broken skinless corpses from his home... Alas, but he was a strong man, and after briefly mourning for them and agreeing to burn their remains out of the need for purification rather than hold a funeral, Governor Berinus immediately tried to return to his work with unexpected motivation.
But then, before he could return to his post and fully resume work, he was told two bolts of the blue.
First, the respectable Regent of Maneus Calgar, whom he had been in contact with for a long time, is now temporarily recuperating due to illness and does not receive outsiders. The chief think tank of the war group, Lord Varo Digris, temporarily took over the affairs of the war group. Unfortunately, although Lord Digris is of high power, he is the most mysterious among all the senior officers of the extreme warriors. It is said that he did not even have much contact with his own combat brothers, let alone the mortal governor, which made things become a little difficult to enter.
The latter immediately appointed a civil servant named Kaduer, who had never heard of the name of the entire planet and the star area, to take over the affairs of the entire planet and the star area. It was so nonsense that it was impossible for an adult under such a title to issue, but because they did not know the temperament and style of the chief think tank at all, they could only accept this appointment.
What's even more unpleasant is that they discovered that this unknown little old man could handle all the original documents and data after they all piled the original documents and data onto his desk according to the order (accent). Without any additional mortal bureaucratic assistants - this also caused some uneasiness in some private places, but given the excellent reputation of the Extreme Warriors here for thousands of years, Governor Berinus thought the swinging fences were still waiting and watching - hum!
As for the second one, the most earth-shaking - the primordial body in the tomb of the Suzheng Temple - he is alive!
Many people think that he is dead, it is just a preservation coffin with his body stagnated, and some people think that he will be resurrected - supporters of this view can be said to have been dancing and ecstatically, and the respectable but long-winded adults of the State Church surrounded Governor Berlinus every day because of this incident - the only parent-child of the God Emperor, the gene primrose of the extreme warrior, and the living embodiment of the power of the God Emperor, Robert Kiriman once again walked among the mortals nine thousand years later!
But the problem is that after he woke up, the Primarch has not agreed to receive any bishop or official from the state religion or related forces, and the Primarch himself has no clear record of appearance. What they heard comes entirely from the distance of the mortal servants in the Hera Fortress or the exciting testimony from senior officers of the Imperial Navy, and the words of the Spaceport Navy's communication.
But what everyone can see is that many space Marine Cult ships—mostly from the Extreme Marine Cultivator regiments—have arrived towards Maculag like moths to the flames, and the request from inside to the airport clearly stated that monks Astarte, who came to "visit" rather than "pilgrimage" their father of genes, were also in a constant and blunt manner.
These Astartes were received as soon as possible and as they left the gates of Hera Fortress, each combat monk without a helmet would have a dreamy and fantastic focus on his face.
In contrast, the Imperial Navy and other departments were fine, but the administrative departments, especially the dignitaries of the State Church, were horrified to find that there seemed to be no daily orders from them, and all the middle and lower-level staff and administrative functions here also operated quite well under the direct leadership of the Hera Fortress - in fact, because there is no need to convey it layer by layer, the administrative efficiency of the Marcusag and the several nearby galaxies increased by 67%, while in the more imperialized areas not directly led by Macusag, this number increased by at least one hundred and thirty-two percent when it was passed to the other's star language department.
This made many people feel extremely uneasy, especially the Imperial National Church Department. Many of them were once ecstatic when they first learned about the return of Kiriman, which was a new and great blessing given to the National Church by the Emperor of God. They could embed the teachings of the National Church deeper, broader and more firmly into the hearts of every inhabitant of the Autrama world through the resurrection of the Emperor of God.
But because the resurrection primordials have never been received or made a statement about their existence, the bishops of the State Church felt very sad on the one hand as if they were despised, and on the other hand, they were also extremely uneasy. After all, they also found the same problem with the civil servants: If Robert Kiriman planned to vigorously promote his personal rule here and decided that he did not need the help of the State Church and civil servants, then, unlike the countless previous cases of failure, his identity and ability naturally made this matter very feasible.
And they were almost helpless about it.
After all, even many elders, peers or juniors of the Makurag citizens may enter the glorious extreme warrior cultivator to serve the Empire and the Emperor, become His sacred angels to fight in the sea of stars, and joining the Makurag auxiliary army has always been considered a good profession for the second son or youngest daughter in the family.
However, although there is no practical feeling in daily life, at this moment, Berinus sadly discovered that the action chain between Hera Fortress and the Extreme Warriors can actually be completely controlled by the adults of the Extreme Warriors themselves. The seemingly busy and diligent participation of ordinary people seems to be just out of an extra kindness. Once these proud and lofty angel warriors intend to cut off the link with the mortal world, the bureaucrats in the administrative department have no choice.
The adults of the state religion also had a view that perhaps they were not pious enough (and therefore showed a considerable part of the monastery's family background in this military parade), or perhaps the appearance of the newly resurrected God Emperor's miracle was not familiar with them enough and had not yet realized their importance - but Berinus Simbolin would not be so naive.
The established bureaucrat who has acquired the highest position a mortal can obtain in the world in a start-up battle group believes he has good reason to feel the injustice of the treatment he has received in the current situation.
He has been serving so many years of hard work for Lord Carlga, who has been fighting for many years and has not really done much regent work. As a person who has not been able to fully grasp the rights of the planetary governor, and has always been as magnificent and hard-working as a damn Shanglanger, he still exceeded his duties as the planetary governor. He believes that he has performed his duties and devoted himself to the extreme warriors and the people of Markulag, but now you see!
They then airborne a small civil servant to act over his head, ignoring all his previous contributions to the world. Every visitor to Hera's Fortress didn't even have to go through his desk process, no one looked at him, and no one cared about where he would go in the new royal court of the Primrose next!
He was completely abandoned after the return of the Primrose not only did not receive the rewards and encouragement he deserved! Ignore it! What arrogance! Be arrogant! Your name is Extreme Warrior and...
Just as the muscles on Governor Berlinus's face unconsciously twisted to the level of a ferocious mask in this empty waiting hall, the light knock at the door interrupted his reverie, and at the same time made his eyes refocus in a daze.
"Sir, are you here? It's time for you to set off. The parade has passed the Titan Gate, and His Highness and other priests have begun to climb the viewing platform."
"Of course." Governor Berinus Simboling stood up staggeringly, grabbing the exquisite box that had been held in his arms. This was a measure he had come up with a little help and inspiration to deal with all of the above.
"Of course," he murmured, and a light of joy shot out from his eyes, "The viewing platform will be the place where I offer my gift."
"This precious gift will surely make Your Highness smile, change his mind, and give me the power, treatment and dazzling status I deserve..."
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The parade viewing platform was built outside the beautiful and towering white and pale yellow gates of Hera Fortress. Although the construction period was tight and would be demolished later, it was still built into a magnificent and tall building due to the generous donation of the state patrons and devout craftsmen and volunteers.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
The original lawns, trees, sandstone grounds, and even shops and houses were ruthlessly demolished, crushed, flattened and reinforced by the engineering machinery of the Mechanical Divine Cult until a wide and straight new marble avenue connects the Titan Gate on the outer wall and the Hera Fortress. In the entire road and the several kilometers around it, no building except the Hera Fortress is allowed to be higher than the viewing platform made of marble and bronze.
The best local rocks from Tarasa, Aix, Masari, Connor and even Coast were piled up into symmetrical tall stone pillars with various ingenious ideas of craftsmen and designers, extending from both sides of the viewing platform. The blazing proge flames at the top of these majestic stone pillars representing various worlds also fully demonstrate the financial resources of the wealthy residents of the Autrama Star District - this is a donation from the members of the Commerce and Transportation Guild to the State Church. The merchants promised to bear all the fuel costs before and after the entire parade so that the light could fill the avenue at all times.
The textile and fabric and dye guild proudly took out the best fabrics and carpets carefully preserved in all warehouses. The expensive fabrics were spread out and padded layer after layer, like ordinary linen mats, solemnly trampled by the Primarch, Space Marines and followers. The sacred prayers and inscriptions strung out of gold and pearls on them turned into fine glittering powder, staining the soles of everyone passing by.
The fighter jets flying over the viewing platform in the sky lined up in a rigorous formation, carefully pressing down the nose when passing by the viewing platform, greeting the noble man who was holding the moon among them. The roar of the war engine could not overwhelm the almost explosive cheer from the moment the original body appeared on the viewing platform.
Everyone, every person who dares to look up at him, will be shocked by his body shape and glory first. When the initial shake has passed, people find that they will see the face of the ruler who best suits their ideals in his face.
Such brilliant and bright response to the appearance of the Son of God whom people were expecting and his kind gesture of waving to everyone made many people kneel on the ground on the spot, praying with tears and thanking the Emperor of God for giving such a bright Savior to the world under such dark world and the terrifying rifts in heaven.
The members of the Extreme Warriors Group, wearing colorful painted bomb guns and stepping on neat steps, looked at the primordial body with their eyepieces and began to pass through the viewing platform with a majestic and deterrent force.
"Your Highness." Governor Berinus endured the gaze of those contempt, those contempt, and those ungrateful guys, and finally squeezed out of the crowd from the back and walked to the primate that was almost three times taller. "These are all the people's sincere respect for you, and here there is a gift to present to you at the end."
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At the same time, at the Mandeville point in the Markulag Galaxy, a ship that showed itself as a "Silver Skull" team jumped out of the subspace in a hurry.
(This chapter ends)