Chapter 125 The new tithe?
Gori Star District.
This fringe star area that rules nearly fifty planets hardly gets any attention from the empire.
Of course, except for matters related to the tithe tax.
Like much of the Imperium, the Gorri Sector must fend for itself, and it faces the same chronic dangers that all humans face:
War, mutation, alien activity, Marks of Chaos, and more.
For the Marius family, which occupies the position of governor and rules here, they are even more afraid of another thing.
That is a prophecy that has been circulating for thousands of years.
It was also a curse on the Marius family.
Because the content of the prophecy is the destruction of the Marius family!
People are spreading rumors that after the terrible storm, the tyrant who cruelly rules the Gori sector will die tragically on his throne.
And his bloodline will be completely cut off and cease to exist.
For this reason, the Marius family killed many people and eliminated many forces.
A plague was even secretly released on a certain planet and an extermination order was implemented, just to eliminate hidden dangers.
However, no matter how hard the Marius family tried, even if all the people who spread the news were executed.
This prophecy will always reappear at some point, like gangrene in the bones.
This made the Marius family even more frightened.
Because five years ago, the predicted terrible storm came.
The prophecy has begun!
In the royal court of Matila, the capital of the Goli Star District, a crucial divination is taking place.
"This is an ominous place, my master. It is the source of filth and corruption."
The hoarse voice of chief fortune teller Mundi became more and more passionate, like a madman.
“Maybe some people say this is a rumor, but the tarot cards show that it is true and the prophecy is coming true.
Before the Star Torch lights up again, the whole place will be torn apart by demons... …”
Suddenly he pointed his scepter at the great Governor Marius Harris:
"You will die miserably on the throne, and no one in your family will survive!"
Opposite the chief fortune teller, District Governor Harris is like a fat mountain of meat, deeply sunk in the mountains and rivers full of Inside the throne of a sophisticated defense device.
To avoid being assassinated, he rarely leaves his throne.
This throne is both a fortress and a prison.
Excessive obesity made him unable to even stand up, so the royal guards could only carry the throne forward.
The chief fortune teller's words caused Harris's pupils to shrink suddenly, and a trace of fear appeared on his fat, sinister and cruel face.
He waved his hand, and the chief fortune teller Ersi immediately shut up, kowtowed carefully and retreated.
Fear and anger accumulated in Harris:
“Why doesn’t that damn fate want to let me go?”
After the subspace storm came, Goli The sector was completely cut off from Holy Terra.
And according to the judgment of warp scholars, the cracks caused by the storm will almost never heal.
That means that the Goli sector will no longer receive support from the empire and will have to face the terrifying chaos and aliens alone.
What’s even more frightening is that the prophecies passed down from ancient times are coming true!
In order to survive, he had to clear away unnecessary obstacles and completely take the power and fleet of the sector into his hands.
However, before Harris could relax, the news from the observation station made him even more frightened.
The terrifying Tyranid fleet has descended on this sector!
Just mentioning the name of this race made his heart feel like it was wrapped by a poisonous snake and almost stopped beating.
Harris roared:
"Damn bug, who will answer me, has the fleet arrived?"
Shelan, the chief advisor of the royal court, quickly stepped forward to answer. ：
"Your Majesty, the fleet has assembled near the airport, and the main fleet has arrived..."
Hearing this, Harris breathed a sigh of relief.
Shelan continued:
"But some planets failed to be contacted, and the fleets of several planets refused to accept orders in the name of protecting the planets. These are the recorded lists"
He took out the paper list and gently placed it on the floating plate.
Harris' thoughts moved slightly, and the mechanical floating disk that linked his thoughts flew in front of him.
Then Throne stretched out its mechanical arm and gently picked up the list, stopping two meters away from his body.
Any substance other than the throne is dangerous and should not be too close.
Harris took out the magnifying glass with difficulty and squinted carefully at the planets on the list that dared to refuse the orders of the regional governor.
He showed a sinister and cruel smile.
These are future hazards and need to be thoroughly cleaned!
Harris put down the magnifying glass and told Shelan:
“Go, let the fleet be ready to set off at any time!”
Near the airport in Matila, the fleet Assembling.
The ten-kilometer-long battleship Armageddon is floating, surrounded by nearly twenty cruisers.
There were several holes on the outside of the battleship, and there were mottled bloodstains all over the interior compartment.
It seems that I have experienced a cruel gang-hopping war not long ago.
This battleship was originally part of the Imperial Navy Fleet Goli Battle Fleet of the Ministry of War. Now, it belongs to Moff Marius Harris.
This fleet is assembled here under the order of Haris. They are not doing this to protect the sector and fight against the Hive Fleet.
Because Haris is deeply aware of the dangers of fighting the Hive Fleet.
The mission of the fleet is to protect Harris and his allies before danger comes, so that they can escape from this star area safely.
As for the people in the sector, they will leave everything to their fate...
In the royal court, Haris is anxiously waiting for further news about the Hive Fleet.
In particular, are there any signs that they are approaching the capital Matila?
If so, he would immediately implement the plan to withdraw from the Gori Sector.
It would be unwise to fight the Hive Fleet.
As the Governor of the Sector, he has the sacred obligation to preserve vitality for mankind.
Soon, the news that Harris was looking forward to arrived.
With the sound of heavy footsteps, a warrior about 2.2 meters tall and wearing heavy powered armor walked in.
He is Solei, the captain of the royal guard.
Having undergone more than a dozen genetic modification surgeries, his strength is almost as strong as that of a Space Marine.
Solei and his hundreds of royal guards who have also undergone transformation surgeries are almost the top warriors in the sector.
This is a powerful warrior secretly created by the Marius family, where Harris belongs, after spending thousands of years and investing a massive amount of resources almost equivalent to several planets.
At the same time, it is also the guarantee for him to seize power.
Solei came to the throne and knelt down on one knee:
"Your Majesty, according to monitoring, the Hive Fleet has left the Goli Sector!"
Harris frowned, regarding the important news. He has always been cautious:
"Is the news conclusive?"
"Yes, multiple observation stations have come to the same result. There is no hive fleet in the Goli sector. Traces of "
After receiving a positive reply, Harris breathed a sigh of relief: "The damn bug is finally gone! Don't slack off and let the fleet remain assembled for the time being..."
After giving the instructions, he waved his hand and said Sorey stepped back.
The withdrawal of the Hive Fleet is undoubtedly great news.
But the shadows they left behind made Harris feel uneasy.
This feeling of being controlled by others makes him unbearable!
He must build more ships and a more powerful fleet. Only by mastering absolute force can he ensure his own safety.
Harris summoned officials from the Ministry of Interior to inquire about tax collection.
He wants to levy tithe tax on the planets in the Goli sector on behalf of the empire.
However, he came to the conclusion:
The empire had just collected taxes, and those planets may not be able to pay new taxes in the short term.
Harris sneered:
"Taxation is the sacred obligation of all citizens of the empire, and no quibbles are tolerated."
Under the obstruction of the big crack, the light of Holy Terra is no longer there.
Now in the Goli Sector, the representative of the Human Empire is the Sector Governor, His Majesty the Great Marius Harris.
Any planet that dares to refuse to pay the tithe will be severely punished!
Soon, on the orders of Haris, officials of the Timara Interior Ministry sprang into action.
They will use the data collected in the past to calculate the tithe tax that each planet needs to pay.
In front of an iron table deep in the Ministry of Interior, an old administrative official was flipping through documents.
He was confused:
"Essing, the first-class superior in the tax hierarchy?"
This kind of tax level is very special, and it is slightly lower than Timala, the capital of the Goli Star District.
The old administrative official was looking for information on the planet Erth.
The above records are very few, except that it is mentioned as the most fringe typical mineral-producing planet in the Goli star region.
The old administrative official hesitated whether to report the situation.
But he thought about it and gave up.
After all, it is the adults of Holy Terra's Ministry of Internal Affairs who set the tax levels, how could there be anything wrong?
Even if he is wrong, it is none of his business, so why cause more trouble.
Click!
The bright red Sky Eagle seal was stamped on the tithe tax payable document of Erth Star.
The tax level is the first-class superior!
......
Star of Erth, the nest is under the nest.
“Sneeze!”
Ron, who was finishing up the raid plan, sneezed several times.
He scratched his head:
"It's so strange, is anyone thinking about me?"
(End of this chapter)