Chapter 795, The Supreme Ritual of Holy Terra

When Ryan returned to the streets of Haimen Pass, three hours had passed, and the meal had been eaten for a long time, but no matter how long he ate, it could not affect Haimen Pass, which was as hot and prosperous as ever. The streets were full of humans and The dwarves, especially the expeditionary army, seemed to have been arranged by Francois to be stationed. Many people in the expeditionary army could no longer hold back and started spending.

After several months, the expeditionary army returned to the civilized world again. People sang and danced, celebrating this great victory. Even the dwarves and human merchants at Haimen Pass were very encouraged by it, because the war of the expeditionary army was equally It is helpful to Haimen Pass, let alone the next ten years, the victory of Bafeng Mountain guarantees that Haimen Pass will not face big waaagh again in the next 30 to 40 years.

I don’t know if it’s because of the arrival of the Supreme King or because Haimenguan is happy because of this victory. Today, King Baiernov canceled the curfew. All grocery stores, food stores, and blacksmiths are open, and the soldiers of the expedition They hang out together in groups, and at this moment, the soldiers of the expeditionary force have money.

That's right, although the military pay and rewards after the expedition have not been fully distributed, they are part of the treasure house of Eight Peaks. In fact, in Skarsnik's treasure pile and the headhunter Quick's, the army also found quite a few His wealth, even including a lot of Aurora, Nipeng, and high-precision things, is worth hundreds of thousands of gold kroner after a little counting, and Ryan generously bestowed all of this wealth.

The king's generosity wins the love of all, and no one dislikes a generous leader.

"Meet the king!"

"Long live His Majesty the King!"

"I have seen the King of Knights!"

The appearance of Ryan was cheered by many soldiers and knights, and everyone respectfully moved out of the way and bowed to him.

The streets of Haimenguan are not wide, and they have a unique sense of neatness for dwarves. Seeing this, Ryan frowned. The king was a little tired, so he had to wave his hand to express that he heard it, and then quickly turned into a corner.

Now it is not the same as the previous adventure. Now Ryan is the king. In many cases, he can't even find a clean place. His every move will become the focus, although he is not considered a "easy man" by the imperial court like Emperor Karl Franz. "Scrap", but it is already an extravagant wish to go to the streets alone. Too many internal affairs and military affairs are entangled with the king, and he rarely has time to spend alone.

Ryan thought it's no wonder that many knight kings in the history of Brittania have not only not increased their personal bravery levels after they ascended the throne, but have declined slightly. In fact, they are military aristocrats rather than administrative aristocrats, which leads to the fact that there are not many knight kings who are good at government affairs, but they have to shoulder the burden because of their responsibilities.

In this dark age, everyone is moving forward with heavy burdens.

"Baklava! Baklava! Fragrant Baklava, freshly baked, very delicious!" Ryan noticed that several Arabians were selling a kind of dessert with the dwarves, and there were not many people in the shop in the corner. Seeing this, Ryan walked over.

Baklava is a very special snack from Arabia, flavored with syrup or honey, with a center of chopped nuts and layers of pastry crusted with fat, in square, diamond and triangular shapes , the taste is crispy, crispy, sweet and fragrant.

"Sweeter than first love!" This is the advertisement for this kind of dessert. Ryan took out two silver coins and bought a cup of very bitter Arabian black tea. He sat alone in a corner of the busy city, watching the bustling crowds. Just sitting in the corner like this, eating in silence.

Thinking of the previous events, Ryan felt a little annoyed. The Supreme King's wisdom and diplomatic skills were obviously higher than his. At the beginning, his rhythm was completely led away by the High King, and Thorgreen also had this capital. The supreme king is a thousand years old. If he shows his qualifications, he can put it in the era of the Three Emperors! God knows how much this Supreme King has experienced? He has seen, heard, and felt many things with his own eyes. Does Ryan dare to use hearsay and historical documents to compete with him?

That is courting death! This is not a battle of emotions, this is a conversation between kings, any slight flaw will be caught by the other party, and the other party is still the most fussy and furious dwarf! If you are not careful, the label of "you made history again" will be deducted, which will be written in the book of hatred!

Ryan was not joking. Among other things, Imperial Brunswick University and Nuer University often caused academic disputes because they did not believe in their own history.

Damn it, when will I be able to have the level of diplomacy of Brother Guilliman or Brother Fulgrim? Ryan ate the sweet and greasy dessert very annoyedly, complaining to himself.

"Hey! Ah Fu! Ah Fu, come with me!" At this moment, a voice that was familiar to Ryan came from not far away. A female barbarian in leather armor and leather jacket, with bearskin boots on her legs and her hair loosened, was shopping with a Templar knight. She shouted excitedly: "I want to eat this, have a piece... No, two servings, and a bigger one!"

Seeing this, the stall owner gave her two hot dogs stuffed with ham, bacon, fresh vegetables, and salad dressing. As a result, the female barbarian picked up the things and left. The boss almost jumped up in surprise: "Hey! No money!"

"Ah Fu!" the female barbarian yelled impatiently, and the templar hurried up to pay: "I'll pay, I'll pay, how much?"

After paying the money, before Alfred had time to buy himself a stutter, Ingrid stuffed one of the hot dogs into Ah Fu's mouth: "This is yours, go, Ah Fu, let's go there Look again."

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Alfred was dragged away by Ingrid before he had time to speak.

You also call him Ah Fu?

Looking at this scene, Ryan felt a little upset for some reason.

But the King of Knights immediately smiled helplessly.

Yes, I have a family too, and Ah Fu should also have a family. Although this female barbarian is a little stronger and a little barbaric, it is just right that she has no political color behind her, and she does not belong to any faction, which helps to maintain Ah Fu's...

Damn it, I've been king for a long time, and I've become like this too!

I'm already a dirty adult, I can't go back to my pure appearance.

Ryan laughed to himself a few times and scratched his head. He ate the remaining Baklava in one go. The sweet and greasy feeling stimulated his taste nerves.

It's over, let's go home by boat!

……… I am the dividing line that you deserve to call him Ah Fu………

At the same time, through the eternal giant warp space storm, the main material universe, the core of the human empire, the holy Terra, the imperial palace, and the council of the high lords.

This is already the 42nd millennium. Even though the emperor has announced his return, the human empire still has to face endless enemies. His Excellency Guilliman, the Supreme Regent, has already tried his best to deal with the tide of chaos through the Indomitable Expedition. At such a critical juncture, some kind of sacred ceremony still took up a lot of time of the Supreme Lord Council.

On the shining golden sacred Terra, a small boat descended from orbit, and the messenger was a little disturbed. He had to come to the High Lords Council for a ceremonial routine meeting, like many ceremonies, Why was this meeting held, what was the reason, and what was its significance? It has long been lost in the history and mist of the human empire for tens of thousands of years, but the ceremony is a ceremony. Since this ceremony has existed since the moment the emperor appeared, then There is no doubt about it.

Rituals are rituals.

But today, this ceremony is very different from the past, which made the emissary feel very nervous, because the Supreme Lord Council met to discuss and decide that since the emperor has returned, they have no right to resolve this matter, and the emissary must Meet the Emperor himself.

Fortunately, everything had already been arranged properly. When the envoy took a big stride and entered the throne room under the leadership of the emperor's imperial guards, he met the emperor himself as he wished—the face that gathered countless miracles and light and the coldness that looked at everything. Looking at the eyes, the messenger was almost humbled and admired beyond measure, the messenger took a few deep breaths, and then began to recite the words that had been recited until engraved into the DNA.

"The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is again begging the Emperor for a delay, we need more time to talk and vote."

The envoy's voice echoed in the empty throne room, and it was quickly drowned out by the sound of instruments turning and noise produced by the operation of the golden throne, and the sound of ozone transpiring. The envoy bowed and bowed, waiting for the emperor's reply.

The emperor didn't answer, and two minutes passed like this. The emissary could already feel the angry eyes of the emperor's guards standing beside him. Every second of the Lord of Humanity is so precious, and he actually let the emperor waste two minutes ?

The emissary wondered if the Emperor had heard his words, and he wondered if he should repeat them, so he raised his head.

The emperor didn't have any expression on his face, but from his expression, he was obviously reminiscing about something, looking for something, the messenger was about to open his mouth to repeat this passage, but the emperor raised his hand to signal no.

The lord of mankind finally opened his mouth: "I have heard and agreed to this request, and I will extend the Brexit deadline for another 999 years. Your request has been received, and time has been given. In the name of mankind, let it be. "

As if pardoned, the messenger bowed down and said goodbye quickly, so the Lord of Humanity returned to the reality of the war against the destructive forces of Chaos once again.

But he is not the only one in the Throne Hall, the authority and power of the Lord of Humanity is so convincing that those working mechanical priests and emperor's guards, as well as the bureaucrats of the Imperial Executive Yuan will not ask the Lord of Humanity any questions, but With one curious guy exception.

"So, father, what is that? The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland? What is that, Brexit, and what is that?" said Magnus, the Red Son sitting on the golden throne, and he was very curious My father asked: "What the hell is that? What could make my father who has infinite wisdom, infinite strength, and infinite ** (crossed out) spend two minutes thinking about it?"

The emperor raised his head and glanced at Magnus. The Red Son was holding several "Banners of the Legion - Weekly Article" and reading an ancient book excavated from the underground of the palace. This ancient book was once considered to contain taboos. knowledge, but confirmed by the Emperor, this is just an ordinary historical novel.

Even after sitting on the Golden Throne, Magnus still maintained his diligent and studious attitude. Seeing that the emperor did not answer, he asked again: "It must be meaningful, right? Father?"

"...that is an ancient ceremony in the 2k era of Holy Terra." The emperor seemed a little bored, so he finally spoke: "It is very ancient and very commemorative, but it is useless other than that."

"This ritual is ancient and full of commemorative significance enough to make father, you, the lord of mankind, every second is precious, waste two minutes of time on it?!" Magnus became more interested after hearing this, and he kept saying Follow up: "Let's talk, I want to know, tell me!"

"Father, tell me, I want to know!"

"What does that ceremony represent?"

Magnus sits on the golden throne and babbles.

"You are always so curious, Magnus." The emperor was so annoyed that he couldn't help it, he turned his head and looked at the magical little Mag sitting on the golden throne with cold eyes: "Curiosity will kill you, you Didn't you learn enough lessons from the previous incident?"

"That's better than me sitting on the golden throne for a long time!" Magnus began to be unhappy, and he kept shouting: "You think, I, the Primarch, the son of the Lord of Men One, for the Human Empire, for you, sitting on the golden throne for so long, sacrificing yourself, dedicating yourself, shouldn't you make a little compensation for my sacrifice?"

"..." The emperor knows that Magnus is a threat, and this guy is useful, but no matter how you say it, the emperor is fair and selfless. If the golden throne does not have a magic little Mag, then he will You have to sit on it. For the time being, Magnus is still useful, so his small, innocuous request should be met, otherwise if this guy makes trouble, the entire Astronomical Torch will be affected.

Therefore, "Weekly One", the banner newspaper of the Ministry of Military Affairs, was always delivered to the Throne Hall on time, and the Emperor also opened some stacks and took out some books for Magnus to pass the time.

"Do you still remember the woman whose surname was Windsor came in to meet under the leadership of Trajan more than a hundred days ago?" The emperor said coldly: "From the 2k era to the present 42k, countless rulers, scholars and heroes We, the High Lords, and the Inquisition come and go, but there's only one Windsor woman, and I'll stop there."

"???!!!" Magnus opened his eyes wide, as excited as if he had discovered a new world: "She is an immortal?!"

"The problem is over. If there is no other problem, continue with your duties." The Emperor ignored Magnus.

"Wait! Father, I have another question!" Magnus said gloatingly, "Hey! Father, what are you going to do about Guilliman and Lorgar?"

"..." The expression on the emperor's face changed slightly.

Just a few weeks earlier, a terrible infighting had occurred during Guilliman's Indomitable Crusade.

The supreme regent of the empire and the newly appointed Pope Lorgar, who led the support of the Emperor's Daughter of the Fighting Sisters, broke out in an extremely fierce conflict. Lorgar broke Guilliman's head with the double-headed eagle scepter in his hand.

The cause of all this was a sentence from the Supreme Regent of the Empire in his victory speech after the war.

"The Emperor is not a god."