Chapter 524 Human Empire, a Program that Runs on Bugs

The war boss of the Xiami clan, the great predecessor of Goge and Maoge, the great master among the great masters, led his countless fart spirits, pigtailed boys and bald big guys waaaagh! Emperor Ka Huangka, who was all over the galaxy, once said this.

On that day, this most powerful, strongest, and most waaaagh! super boss kicked away the gold cans around him, and then caught the most capable, craziest, most thoughtful, and smartest psychic big woman under his command, and then pointed at his own great waaaagh! and talked to her.

+ Come here, stand up straight, don't look around and think about it, making me want to cut you: I called you here today to tell you something. I discussed something with my favorite fart spirit not long ago. The two of us thought of a super waaaagh! I have a plan. I think this plan is really good, so I'm here to tell you about it. ＋

＋I'm thinking, I'll lead you guys to fight for a few more years, and quickly clean up those beast silvers, sharp knife ears, unruly people, and other weird things, until there are no more powerful opponents in this corner, and then I'll throw this shit to you guys: I'm going to take people back to the old nest and tinker with some awesome rare things. ＋

＋But, I know that you guys, the top leaders, are all up to no good and want to cause trouble for me: I don't feel comfortable leaving you here like this: if you guys only give me some useless nonsense and delay my work, then I'll be unlucky, right? ＋

＋So, I plan to throw you clever and dishonest generals, as well as your bald guys, to the corners. There are all those who don't like us. You just fight honestly there. Do whatever you want! Don't think of anything else! ＋

＋As for these places nearby, I plan to give them to those honest but dull generals. Let them stay here and don't do anything else. By the way, they can keep an eye on you dishonest guys: although their guys are not many, they are also very good at fighting. They don't make a fuss when something happens. I'm relieved to leave this place to them. +

"But the places under my feet are all old places where we have lived for many years. Every corner is well maintained, much better than those broken balls you squat on. I plan to let those idiots clean up these places: although these lousy guys are all pretentious and confused, and you look down on them, but I feel at ease using them, and these cowards are cunning and treacherous, and they are also cunning and can do tricks, much better than you guys who can only fight! +

+Anyway, that's what I think, I think I have done a good job, but I heard that you are also a thoughtful guy and can tinker with some rare objects, so I'll get you here, tell me, what do you think How do you think I think? +

[……]

＃Murmuring sound…＃

+What did you say? Speak louder! I can’t hear you from this corner! +

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[I say, father, your opinion is great! ]

Morgan looked up, smiled, and spoke earnestly. Then, she stretched out a finger and pushed aside the glittering Ultramar 500 Worlds that was about to hit her face, letting the projection of this rich country slowly float in the room.

Under Morgan’s push, the territory of the Lord of Macragge was running around in the turbulent empire, but it could not find a place to stay: until it gradually drifted to the other end of the galaxy, it was tightly grasped by a big hand that swallowed the stars, and in the next moment , it will be reduced to ashes.

+ I summoned you here to listen to your advice, daughter.

The master of the giant hand was a little unhappy.

+ Rather than hearing these pale and powerless praises from your mouth: If I want to listen to hymns, I can probably go to Horus, Fulgrim, or any official on Holy Terra. +

[Don't consider Perturabo? ]

+...Ah, I missed it. +

The Emperor was stunned for a moment, then shook his head without any guilt.

+ Don't change the subject, Morgan, I want to listen to your advice: This final bottom line plan is based on your original proposal on Terra, and it has been gradually completed. Don't you have anything to say about this? Or do you not see What is the problem with it? +

[I can feel that the biggest problem is what you just said. ]

The Primarch's eyes were a little tired.

[Since you know that this plan is based on my original proposal, and my proposal is definitely the most feasible method I can imagine, how can I pick out other problems: if I could pick them out, I would have said it long ago. ]

+...+

The Emperor was silent for a moment.

+Is it possible that there is some cognitive gap between you and Malcador? After all, this plan was designed by him, and he may not understand the essence of your thinking: as I said before, you two are essentially not the same kind of people. +

[...Squeak! ]

Morgan sneered. She didn't even bother to put on the most basic disguise. The voice of the original body wandered across the galaxy, penetrated the illusory kingdom of Jonson and Ferrus, and directly exploded in the place where the Emperor was. Enter Holy Terra.

[Is it possible that this plan was not made by Machado at all? 】

+...+

[Don’t lie to me, father, although neither Macado nor you have been with me for a long time, the difference in style between the two of you is really obvious: this plan cannot be done by Macado. Yes, on the contrary, there is a 100% probability that it was made by you. 】

+ Are you so sure? +

[I can bet you that Conrad’s hometown is full of gold. 】

The primarch shrugged.

[If that’s not enough, I can also add Jonson’s adoptive father, Luther. 】

+...+

[So, what are you going to bet with me, father? 】

Facing the Emperor's silence, the Lord of Avalon smiled eagerly, and her cold eyes began to circle around the galaxy star map wandering in the room. The greed in it was so undisguised that she even wanted to paste it directly on it. The look on the Emperor's face made him understand.

[How about this star map? I'm not a greedy person and don't ask for too much. 】

+...Tsk. +

The Emperor frowned, and there was a look of disapproval in his pupils: in the past, this look was enough to make Horus tremble, enough to silence Sanguinius, enough to make even the Emperor's most rebellious son retreat. Unwilling to confront their genetic father.

But soon, the emperor discovered a sad thing: that is, this nirvana that was effective for all his sons did not seem to have a great impact on his daughter.

On the contrary, it was the fatigue in Morgan's pupils, that mixture of joking, sarcasm, compassion, and a little bit of exhaustion (it seemed like he was too lazy to confront him tit-for-tat), that actually made the Lord of Mankind look at him for a brief moment. , then turned around and sighed.

+How did you figure it out? +

When hearing this sentence, the Spider Queen first smiled, and then mentally reviewed the core parts of the entire "Dawn Lady", thinking about where she should put this star map, and whether We can complete mass production and then use it to do other things.

For example...

Make a replica and give it to Guilliman?

He will probably like this kind of gift.

The Lord of Avalon was thinking in her heart, but she did not stop talking: Morgan was not worried about whether the Emperor would give this useful star map to her. After all, through observation, she was already convinced. thing.

She understood that although the Lord of Humanity had small problems such as being indifferent, squeezing his subordinates, talking in riddles, and hiding three things, he still had a very good advantage, an advantage that made Morgan's heart beat.

That is: when you have really made some meritorious service and clearly ask for something from the Emperor's side that is not so important that it is not worth giving up, the reward from the Lord of Mankind will be particularly satisfying.

In short, when the Emperor rewards you, you'd better specify a certain object directly to him, rather than waiting for him to give you something: after all, the Emperor's distant light possesses the ancient times of mankind. The beauty of simplicity is full of pragmatism philosophy.

so……

[It’s a very simple truth. Father. 】

The primarch suppressed his laughter.

[As I just said, your and Malcador's acting styles are completely different extremes: I personally think that Malcador's acting style is a bit like the prophetic priest in the Ark Eldar tribe, and your style , is more like a big tech master among green-skinned orcs. 】

+! +

The emperor turned his head, with a trace of surprise on his face. He looked at his daughter in disbelief, and the palms that had been hanging naturally clenched into fists involuntarily: It seemed that if Morgan If he cannot give a satisfactory reply to the Emperor, then the Lord of Avalon will feel some kind fatherly love.

+...continue. +

The emperor's words were as cold as ice, causing Morgan to shrink her neck unconsciously. The long speech in her heart was also deleted and replaced by a quick explanation, for fear that the emperor's fatherly love would come to her in the next second. body.

[To put it simply, Malcador is like the priests of the Eldar race. Although they are meticulous, have various methods, and are unfavorable in their own fields, they always have to intervene in things that they are not good at. Tasks that are beyond their capabilities, causing their plans to always deviate from original expectations, or even lead to total collapse. 】

[Just like the Eldar priest is obviously just a spy of destiny, but always wants to reverse destiny itself, and Malcador is obviously just the leader of the Terran government, one of the [components] of the human empire, but he designed Many of his plans have to face the entire human empire, and face things that he doesn't understand at all, such as the Great Crusade and the Primarch: therefore, the failure of both is inevitable. 】

[To put it in a nutshell: there is nothing we can do. 】

Morgan spread his hands, and her words made the Emperor think for a moment: the fatal fist of fatherly love was finally loosened, and the Primarch breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

【Given the Sigillite's style, the plan he submitted would most likely be a plan that looked perfect, with ridiculous precision in every detail, but could not withstand practice and scrutiny at all: if Malcador were to formulate this plan, he would definitely forcefully apply what he was familiar with, that is, the operating logic of the Terran government, to every corner of the Great Crusade. 】

【For example, making Terra's tax collectors equal to the Legion; for example, making the Warmaster under the jurisdiction of the Terran Council; for example, forcibly bringing the power of the entire galaxy to Holy Terra: Although the Sigillite is definitely not a fool, he will indeed formulate these inappropriate plans, because this is his trick when he was in charge of the Terran government, and he will naturally apply it to the Great Crusade. ]

[After all, Malcador is just a member of the Terran government. His job as a bureaucrat is to maintain stability, so he will naturally prefer a plan that he has tried and fully understood: he will centralize power, carefully centralize power, and expand Terra's power, rather than like this plan...]

Morgan smiled.

[Crudely divide the land.]

+...+

[This rough plan, you can tell at a glance that it was made by you, father, is full of a kind of greenskin beauty: although it seems to be full of problems and defects, simple and rough to the point of being unbearable to look at, but when it actually works, it is surprisingly effective.]

[Careful thinking is not necessarily a good thing, but random guessing is not a bad thing.]

[You often act like those great masters among the greenskins. You all have theoretically almost unlimited potential, and you can pick and use this unlimited potential at will with a very absurd free attitude, and finally build things that those meticulous people dare not imagine at all. 】

+So you mean that my mind is not as meticulous as Malcador's? +

The Emperor asked with a smile, but he didn't look very angry.

[Almost. ]

The Primarch nodded.

[I personally think that meticulousness is not a completely positive word. Just like the Eldar priests are stronger in theory, but if they are allowed to have an unrestricted duel with the greenskins' great masters, I don't think those pointy ears will do well: As for you and the Sigillite, the same is true. ]

[It is better to say that it is precisely your and the greenskins' attitude of not caring about anything: just like the great masters don't care about their own lives, and you don't care about your crown and status, that allows you to transcend the existing constraints and play freely, while the Eldar priests and Malcador who are trapped in the prophecy or system cannot do this. Their attitude is destined to be different from yours... uh...]

The Primarch was stuck, and she had to search her heart for a suitable adjective: but every adjective that the Lord of Avalon came up with sounded a little wrong, and even insulting.

+Are you trying to say...+

In the end, it was her genetic father who stepped forward and helped Morgan out.

+Heartless? +

[...]

[Actually, I wanted to say that great skill is not good enough: but if you say so, it is so. ]

Morgan smiled exaggeratedly, but this smile did not satisfy the emperor. He still looked at the star map in front of him with some worry. After all, the original plan in his mind was really a thousand miles away: perhaps unwillingly, or perhaps as a last resort, he threw the question to his daughter again.

+Morgan, do you really think that there is no problem with this feudal system? +

[There are definitely some problems, but I think...]

The Primarch dragged out her tone, and once again took in the entire star map, and the things she had just thought about emerged in her mind: In fact, when the Lord of Avalon first glanced at this system, he had already discovered thousands of problems in it, but when she calmed down and pondered it carefully, Morgan found that these problems seemed to complement this system...

?

...Ha!

The Primarch just wanted to laugh, because she soon discovered that the fact was really like this.

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In the final analysis, the Emperor's plan was not something new and unconventional, but rather a work of tracing back to the origins of human history: not to mention that the feudal system is one of the oldest political systems in history, just the system designed by the Emperor itself, Morgan can find several almost identical existences from her not abundant historical knowledge.

Like [Western Zhou Dynasty], [Edo Shogunate] or [Holy Rome]...

The Primarch even suspected that her gene father copied these completely.

Take a look at the core idea of ​​this so-called [Final Plan]: it is nothing more than turning the fertile land of the current Milky Way, that is, the Solar Star Region centered on Holy Terra, and the fertile areas of several surrounding star regions, into [Sky Territory] directly under the jurisdiction of the Terra government, and then dividing the other lands among the Primarchs, and in the process, using clever means to make the territory and power under the rule of the Terra government far greater than any single Primarch country.

Under the premise of this one-on-one absolute strength crushing, the Emperor also enfeoffed those Primarchs he felt he could trust, or at least would not cause major trouble, around the Terran Sky Territory as [guards]: the beloved Fulgrim and Vulkan sat in the eastern vortex, Dorn and Ferrus protected the two wings in the south and north, and in the west, there was only one Lorgar, what big things could the Word Bearers Legion do?

As for guys like Horus, Morgan, Guilliman, Konrad, and Mortarion, who were either outstanding in ability or not so reliable, they were placed at the outermost edge of the galaxy. Let their [vassal states] be wary of each other: and even if any two of them joined forces, facing the powerful Terran Sky Territory and the loyal defenders around the Sky Territory, they could only suppress their ambitions in their hearts.

Therefore, if we really want to look at it from the perspective of maintaining stability, this is actually a pretty good solution: although the feudal system itself is a very backward thing, the current situation of the empire is not much better. As for the two huge problems of the feudal system itself, Morgan's reverse thinking seems to be able to survive safely under this system.

First of all, the fundamental reason why 99% of the feudal systems will collapse: that is, with the development of productivity and the continuous development of the bitter and cold lands on the border, those [vassal states] that were originally scattered in the marginal areas and had a lot of development space will continue to develop and leave the Tianling, which has the core area but no more development space, far behind, thus achieving backlash and even internal conquest. .

In Morgan's memory, a very famous feudal country in the ancient times of Terra, named [Zhou], the decline of the country was largely caused by the backlash of this border area. With the long-term development and accumulation, the strength of the outermost countries gradually surpassed the royal land and royal vassals trapped in the central area.

But for the Empire, this is not a problem. After all, even in the Solar Region, which is currently the most developed by humans, the number of planets that have been truly developed and utilized is less than one-tenth of the total: this is a number that has been reached after the accumulation of the so-called Golden Age and the Dark Age.

According to the current territory of the Human Empire and the boundless territory of the entire Milky Way, it is likely that until 10,000 years later, humans will only be able to control a limited part of the Milky Way: so even the Terra Territory, which sits in the center of the Milky Way, does not have to worry about the problem of insufficient development space.

On the contrary: because Terra Territory itself is a rich area, whether it is population, infrastructure or related experience, Holy Terra has more advantages than the marginal countries of the Primarchs in developing planets, and the gap in strength will only widen.

Even if Terra's development space is really insufficient after 10,000 years, let's put it bluntly: regardless of whether this system can last for 10,000 years, if the leader of Holy Terra cannot complete the integration of the border areas during this 10,000-year advantage period, then this position deserves to be replaced.

The Empire does not need incompetent people.

Therefore, the biggest problem of this feudal system is not a problem.

As for the second point, that is, the gradual rigidification of the feudal system itself, Morgan has also considered it: just like the Edo Shogunate on Holy Terra has successfully maintained its feudal rule for a long time, but its isolation from the outside world, as well as the increasingly cruel internal circulation and exploitation, also made its rule extremely fragile in the later period, and the appropriate external force can bring down the corrupt internal one after another.

But it’s still the same sentence: the size of the galaxy is too large, so for the entire human empire, there is no isolation at all: the key factor to break the isolation is an [outsider] who is independent of the human empire and can have an impact on the entire empire, but after the Great Expedition, such an outsider has no possibility of existence.

As for the rigidity of the system, which system will not be rigid? The rigid feudal system sounds even stronger than the rigid centralized system, and it’s still the same sentence: if the rulers of Terra cannot solve this problem in this long time, then their positions deserve to be replaced.

As for other minor issues, for example, the various vassal states joined hands to counterattack the Terran government: not to mention whether the Primarchs could form a large army after having their own kingdoms and cultivating their own governing ideas, there seemed to be only one feasible candidate for the leader of this coalition.

That is: Horus.

And letting Horus rebel itself represents the Emperor's Terran Sky Territory...

... Uh...

It would be better to hope that Mortarion would take the initiative to learn psychic powers.

In addition, there are some other problems...

Morgan frowned, her brain was working rapidly, and thousands of problems and loopholes popped up in her mind, all of which were around the solution that was so rough that it made her eyebrows jump.

But even the Lord of Avalon had to admit one thing in the end: no matter how many fatal loopholes she came up with, in front of the vast fault-tolerant space of the galaxy and the ancient wisdom of the feudal system, which was already very stable, these problems did not seem to be so serious?

The Empire could afford it.

In other words: Although the divided human empire does have countless problems, none of these problems are fatal in themselves, and they cannot unite to form a fatal situation. Many of them will even promote the operation of this system: because problems squeeze each other.

It's like...

It's like a program, a program full of countless bugs. Although Morgan still can't figure out why this program runs, it seems that it can run, and it runs more stably and longer than those carefully designed programs. Various rough designs avoid making mistakes in more details and cause stagnation.

[……]

It's really unfair...

The Primarch took a deep breath, she looked at her gene father, looked at the Emperor's eyes waiting for an answer, and then the Lord of Avalon just smiled, a very helpless smile, and a serious and sincere answer.

[If you want to ask my opinion, father, then I only have one thing to say. 】

【If by then, this feudal system can really work, and it seems to work well: no matter if you find any problems in it later, even if it is a small problem that you think has no big impact on the system itself...】

【Don't touch it! 】

【Don't touch it! Don't touch it! 】

＋...＋

＋What should I do? ＋

【Hmm...】

The Primarch thought about it.

【We can... write comments. 】

【Then? Then trust the wisdom of future generations and... luck. 】