Chapter 225: Colluding with the Three Flags of the Empire

Chapter 225 Collaborating with the Empire in Three Banners

"The state religion is a huge thing that is attached to the empire and has gone through nine thousand years from its creation to the Ming Dynasty. Its history is so long that many things cannot be studied, so that many of them have forgotten the essence of serving the emperor."

"When he saw the silver sun criticizing the stupidity of the state religion in his mind, he realized that no matter whether it was surrounded by flowers or the fragrance of cypress after bathing, someone would eventually need to carry out the emperor's will." The old man put his legs The kraft paper representing the will of the state religion was brought out, just like the rosette of the inquisitor, and some people commented:

He carries an Inquisitor's emblem with him, a small and inconspicuous item, contained in a Pruvi obsidian box. It is very simple, with a main decoration and a simple motto, which looks unremarkable. However, with just that one thing, he could sign an 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 highest approvals of the Empire. Its regulations require the Sun Lord himself to plan a settlement area. So while Alan Bair is still alive in this world, the planned place will be in accordance with the emperor's will. 11 taxes and other complicated things can be exempted.

In other words, as long as the Sun Lord is willing to define that thing, he can make a world add huge wealth out of thin air.

For a foundry world with first-level taxation, the roll of kraft paper in the Sun Lord's leg is worth enough to buy a continent. Secondly, it represents the support and recognition of the imperial state church for the expedition.

From the beginning, kraft paper was not a carrier. Although there were few special-grade tax exemptions, they were not unavailable in the huge empire. The foundry world where the Mechanic Cult sought, the religious world of the state religion, and the fortress world of the Space Marines all had tax exemptions. In other words, that paper Although the power is strong, there are exceptions.

And how long can a mortal live? As far as asking him to live is the biggest restriction, for that huge empire, even if Alan Bair designates a star region to be tax-free, it will only last for at least two to 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 not owned by the State Church in nature. If the lord betrays the empire or breaks with the State Church, it 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 a family during the hundred years that the Sun Lord is alive. .

Equivalent to 2 fixed seats in the Council of High Lords, it is a force that cannot be underestimated even for the empire. What's more, organizations like the Star Language Academy and the Assassin's Parlor are inherently neutral, and there are actually conflicting organizations such as the Tribunal and the Machinery Tribunal. Teach me, the Merchant Marine Society has that kind of problem.

But the pressure of the two-seat alliance is too great, and other organizations outside the empire will definitely stop it, so why is the old bald donkey secretive all the time? Of course, Alan Bayer can convince him that this is unexpected, after all, he is not It was about giving the Sun Lord a powerful force and occupying 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, as Alan Bayer said, the Imperial Guard was still under their control. misunderstanding, 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 his leg cordially. Alan Bayer couldn't help but think of Pope Terra's leg-shaking, how many people wanted to spend all their money to try it.

He stretched out his legs and carefully felt the warmth and strength, but he came across the old man's shriveled and weak legs, which were completely 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 denial of responsibility."

The old man indeed said, "It's not that, but his legs are completely different from those people I imagined at the peak of power, isn't it?"

There was a hint of appreciation in his eyes. "He will be 498 years old next year, son, and I am the heir to the empire. The Emperor is still paying attention, but I know that the thought of the end of the moon is becoming more and more intense within the state church."

"It's completely different from when he first stepped into this path. People are now frightened by all the strange and alien tyranny and invasion before the advent of the 41st millennium."

"There are also a large number of legitimate groups of psychics who have begun to predict various disasters. Depending on the strength of their powers, it can be as small as someone witnessing a pirate invasion, or as large as someone..." He choked up and then said. "Seeing the empire torn in two."

Alan Bairdong answered consciously. "The Eye of Terror, Abaddon."

The old man smiled. "You have proven that you are smarter than he thought, and now I have proven that you are knowledgeable. He is very happy to see someone like me at such an old age."

Alan Bayer said. "The nightmare of the 41st millennium was very early, I don't know how far away it is."

"And he bets that you will probably live a hundred years."

The old man loosened his grip on his legs. He exclaimed that the young man had heard so many secrets. His legs were so clean, sweat-free, and his pulse was calm and chaotic. He felt more and more that he had many unique allies. Unexpected value.

"Very good. He needs to meditate. Thank you for giving him the east room in the church so that he 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, and more secular feelings no longer matter to the high-level empire officials at their level. At the end of the 40th millennium when human civilization was in danger, big people must be more open-minded than small people, so that 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 that. "Compared to that glittering set of gold, your current equipment is more in line with his aesthetics."

Alan Bair changed into that military uniform. To be precise, it should be the uniform of an imperial colonel. The military uniform without a cape was dark in color, gray-red, in line with Skadi's darkness, and at the same time, Terra had a dark golden color on the chest. The star badge shines again.

"Beautiful lady, I can't get the money anymore, I know it." Alan Bayer was wrong that she had no interest in it at this moment.

"He came 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 were piled up in one person, and he did see it Your strategy is good, but do you need anything else now?" Lovlova said, which made 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 record will not be made public, and it may not be very useful. But for him, it is not possible to go to trial or obtain financial satisfaction. He has just been appointed by the trial court to refuse to pay the return expenses."

"So, he's going to record those things from your personal perspective, okay?" the judge said.

Alan Bayer noticed a problem. "So, I'm going to be by his side, um, to be precise, I'm asking to write his biography?"

"Biography? It's an interesting statement. It's just an internal document of the Tribunal. He really needs to follow you for a while." A beauty like Lovlova said so frankly that Alan Bair was also embarrassed. Refuse, secondly if he could smell the Inquisition's thinking behind that.

"But he has a close relationship with the National Religion..." Alan Bair asked tentatively. Is the relationship between the Inquisition and the National Religion nearly as bad as the relationship between the Mechanicus and the Inquisition? It is quite bad.

Lovlova answered no. "So what? Can he be his assistant during the crazy nights he spent with the Pope, 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 me prosperous, miss." Alan Bair said jokingly.

Lovlova did not deny it, and their gesture of walking and talking there 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 lieutenant who corrected the poison blade tank knew it. Check The lieutenant of the tactical situation also understood.

Master Chief Catachan was surprised by the suddenness of the incident. Boy Letling was planning to try making a cake to please the woman in his office. Master Chief Catachan also secretly expressed his blessing to the incident.

Ryan begged the Partorians at school to come up with good enough gifts. Kane and Qi Fan were even more interested in observing the situation, but the chief of staff quietly booked the best tavern in the area.

At night, Alan Bair bid farewell to the female inquisitor. He was very happy to meet a woman who was smart and could help him. She was self-reliant and had the power to kill an orc boss alive...

He talked about many experiences and walked around the entire city without stopping. But basically everyone knew one thing, there was a "ruthless person" in the Sun Lord!

When he returned to his quarters, which was an almost palatial area, he had the best room in it, albeit a temporary one, and the Bordero was now filled with all kinds of things he had borrowed Looting) luxury goods may not necessarily lead to poor performance.

He used retinal recognition to open the door, yawned and prepared to sleep, but was suddenly lifted up by a thick leg and arm like a chicken. The Master Chief who destroyed the Falcon was hiding in the room at some point. A gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Congratulations, comrade."

"They went to have a drink."

Alan Bair is a little sleepy, but he is not very likely to say no. "Really, it's just me?"

"Everyone is here, the brothers of the Imperial Guard and the battle brothers of the Falcon of Destruction. They have taken over the entire tavern."

The Master Chief doesn't like spending money very much. Unlike what most people understand, Space Marines do not eat grains, but those synthetic industrial-grade (physically industrial-grade) foods can allow them to fight longer. But in Ruming's rare peaceful time, he would also choose delicious food.

Alan Bair nodded when he heard everyone was there. The Master Chief suddenly grabbed him and said. "Stand firm!" The giant grabbed his body and flew the jetpack at low power. Even so, Alan Bayer felt pain in his cheek...

But when he saw the huge urban area in the east, the sparkling lights, and the empire in the moonlight east, he felt warm and comfortable. There was a lack of homes for human beings to live in in that era, and his efforts could not achieve such a scenery.

In Weilidong with a jet pack, it is easy to get close to the tavern, but it may be difficult for ordinary people to imagine that angels like Space Marines also like to have fun and play so much. But in the final analysis, they are still human beings and have emotions and desires, so they can not usually pursue their beliefs. And honor makes them suppress their own affairs.

If the Emperor's Great Crusade ends successfully, the Space Marines will become artists, teachers, and authors. Through their wise thoughts and insights across the entire galaxy, they will cultivate the Empire into an enlightened cultural nation, just like the Eldar in the past, reaching the pinnacle of art and technology, with no one hungry, no one afraid...

Fighting and betrayal destroyed everything, making the Space Marines close their hearts and enter the castle monastery, and the plan to retire the Space Marines also came to nothing.

When the Master Chief released Ailanbair, there was a hint of gratitude in his eyes. At least he hadn't been so excited for a long time. In such a small thing, he rarely felt that peace and victory in the war were nothing more than honor.

But he also knew that whether it was the Imperial Guard or the Space Marines, they could not stop where they were, and the war would not end, although they should definitely celebrate at this moment.

And Alanbair looked at the tavern in front of him and muttered how many throne coins they needed to book the place, then stepped in and saw his old comrades, Skadi officers, Catachan, Paltorians, many schoolmates, Kane, lieutenant, chief of staff and many other brothers.

But he didn't expect that they didn't drink or make a mess at this moment, but walked in an orderly manner. The tables and chairs in the middle of the tavern were cleared, and they leaned around. Although it was simple, it even reminded Alanbair of the talent show on Children's Day on June 1, when kindergarten teachers gave children a place.

But he felt that the group of people had ulterior motives. When he stepped in, the lieutenant brought four or five soldiers to bring a gray gift box (made to look like a supply box) and said. "Boss, a little gift."

"Did I get him a motorcycle of the same model as Red Scar?" Ailanbaier also felt it, rubbing his legs and looking at the gift as tall as a person...

He opened it slowly, and then the surprise turned into shock. Miss Lovelova, who had been chatting with him in the afternoon, was tied up like a dumpling and struggling inside. The lieutenant was speaking strange love poems at this moment, and some soldiers complained that the lady didn't want to come on a date, so they could "invite" her to come.

Ailanbaier thought that there was nothing in the dark universe that could make his head dazed, but the facts proved that the action and inexplicable, cruel "guesses" of a group of rough old men in the empire who had been single for a lifetime and fought every day were the most chaotic things in the universe.

Then, in the lieutenant's expression of congratulating the boss and the judge's happy marriage, and the struggling judge's resentful eyes, the Sun Lord regained his dignity and shouted.

"Let the Inquisitor out now! Then I'll go clean the toilet for him!" he cursed.