Chapter 64 Are You, the Emperor, Authentic?

(Chapter 67, typo)

"Help me remove my armor and notify the personnel manager of Second Terra's Municipal Department."

Ryan ignored Santos and let Ronfis take him to disassemble the power armor. Santos, who was standing on the roadside, rubbed his ears. Did he just hear the second word, Terra!

God, this is blasphemy.

Could it be that this Lord Inquisitor came to hunt down these arrogant people who called themselves Second Terra, and arrested all the people on the entire planet and sent them to other places for execution!

This is really cruel. To these alien people, we should teach them the grace of the empire and the sanctity of the emperor, let them return to the right path, and then distribute them to factories everywhere and even the hive world to shine and atone for their sins. .

It's a pity that the remote planet discovered by the State Church still has the opportunity to do this. It happened that the people of this planet met the officials of the Inquisition. What a misfortune.

"By the way, is this the captain? Call him too."

Santos was still guessing the reason in his mind when he heard the calm voice of the adult coming from in front of him, but in his ears, it was like a terrifying urging sound, which made him feel like he was falling into the ice abyss.

"Faster, adults don't like guys who are inefficient." Longfis added, striding forward.

Brother, I only joined the state religion because of the nepotism in my family from generation to generation, and the descendants of Fuyin!

Santos fell to his knees, how could he test himself with his life? Who can withstand such a test!

If something really happened, it must be that you did something to displease the Emperor and his elders, and you no longer protect our family.

They still have to rush to meetings, take care of the ship life of the seven million citizens of Second Terra, and are busy working.

Each of these people looked gloomy, as if they were about to face something terrible. Yes, with this expression, no one could smile when facing the Inquisition.

After all, the Emperor himself paid a private visit to their Second Terra incognito, and Noah was there to bless you. With two suns shining on your face, no one would be confused if they looked at it.

"Another scum of the state religion. Sooner or later I will stuff them all into the Star Torch. Bury them and find someone new who can take charge."

But he forgot how many times the planetary governor of Duria went to the toilet a day. Would the Lord Inquisitor kill himself in a rage?

"That's easy to say. I'll take you to see the emperor."

"It feels really good to be back in the subspace. It would be nice if I could fight here every time."

Hey, no, why are these criminals still sitting down, and why is the old man at the head starting to complain to the Lord Inquisitor!

"Come forward with me."

It's a pity that Santos, who was sent out to show off his face to the world, also had to bear the corresponding risks. He was thinking about whether he should explain more and clearly later to gain a chance of survival.

The co-author interprets "I will take you to see the emperor" as "I will send you to see the emperor".

Moreover, it is also a good opportunity to establish a good relationship with a Space Marine Chapter, especially the sub-group of the Ultramarines of the current Regent. In the future, if Duria encounters some monsters and monsters, you will be embarrassed when they send out a distress signal. Not saving, right?

Santos, who looked like he had sacrificed his life generously, quickly sat in the conference room of this Ambition-class battleship. Many rooms were renovated on this ship to provide enjoyment for the officials and nobles of the home planet Duria. Of course, every expenditure must strictly comply with the relevant regulations. stipulates that it will not take up any imperial tax revenue.

The emperor asked them if their brains were rusty. Wasn't it implying that there was still huge space to explore in brain modification? These were all problems faced by the people in the past. If they could be solved by themselves, they would be able to compete in the future. An important research direction for the great sage of the Mechanicum!

It was not until several hours later that these administrative staff left with their filled notebooks in their arms, leaving Santos sitting in his seat, still covered in cold sweat, unable to stand up.

"Okay, it's time for us to go out. When we get to the planet Duria, if your loved ones, relatives, friends, siblings, don't want to believe us -"

Then their fervor intensified, even making the Emperor nostalgic for Icarus, who occasionally said things that made his blood pressure rise.

"Ryan Will, increase their production tasks and maintenance arrangements. I need them to work twenty-five Terra hours a day. This is subspace, time is not a problem."

There were already two Space Marine Chapters on the stand. Why couldn't he believe that the voice in front of him came from the Emperor?

Seeing that the Emperor had business to deal with, these servitors left respectfully. When they left, they were still discussing how to work twenty-five Terra hours a day. Could it be that they were hinting at the difference between their biological brains and mechanical motherboards? The question is, is there a difference in understanding and changing bios time?

When it comes time to sail out of the local star system and enter the subspace, these administrators must be even more attentive to control and confirm any possible problems.

Theoretically, as long as it doesn't affect tax payments, no one will care how you waste other resources.

Santos's expression had become dull at this time, and everything he said was AbaAba.

Ryan asked curiously: "Mr. Santos, did you not understand anything about the meeting just now? You just need to instruct the people below to cooperate with our work."

Ryan's expression became serious, he looked at Santos and said:

This time, the planetary governor was willing to pay a price to accept the transportation mission of the Old Star Warriors, so as to leave a good record in the imperial documents. The additional two Ronin Merchant Cruisers were obtained through his relationship.

"Not only the authenticity, but also the organization. Don't you want to join the state religion and devote your life to the Emperor? The opportunity is right in front of you."

"No, no, Your Excellency the Inquisitor, I, I have no problem. It's just that, ah, no, you just called yourself the Supreme Lord, but you are wearing the Terminator Power Armor model of the Inquisition, and you are in charge of the Second - Terra, Terra, this area, I really can't understand it."

The restless Santos saw the door of the conference room being pushed open, and the Inquisitor walked in and sat in the main seat. Those criminals who dared to call themselves the Second Terra behind him?

Your emperor, is he authentic?

How could he allow such a thing to happen.

He is still young and has not seen the sun rising in the Holy Terra the next day.

But his mind had also been captured by the Emperor, who made a helpless sound:

Santos' face was covered with wrinkles, his legs were shaking, and he thought that he would not fail here this time. Uncle, I will try my best to ensure that I will not reveal the fact that you used your connections to let me join the state religion in the first minute.

Hmm——!

But this is impossible! Hasn't Regent Guilliman dealt with the rebellion of the Supreme Administrative Council and is in power?

Since the failure of selling the new speaker to the Emperor, some technical priests suddenly realized the lost technology that the Emperor occasionally mentioned, and they could not wait to record it into their brains, and suddenly felt the mystery of the ascension of the Mechanicus.

The Emperor looked at the young man and saw through him.

"My lord, I am still young and have never done anything wrong in my life. Please don't kill me and waste your bullets!"

This can be regarded as my contribution to the Empire and sweating, as long as the Empire does not need them to bleed and fight.

If the biological brain can also solidify a certain version of the underlying logic like a mechanical motherboard, does it mean that there is no need for mechanical transformation but it can reach the level of complete mechanical transformation?

Santos dared not speak anymore, and was even more unwilling to believe that the voice coming from the Titan's speaker in front of him came from the great emperor of the human empire.

Click!

Plop!

Hearing Ryan mention his name, Santos's nervousness suddenly broke out, and he jumped up from his seat and began to express that he had no second thoughts about the empire, and that the planetary governor Syrio was a model governor and a model of imperial administrators.

The emperor's sacred order was issued, and Ryan said he understood.

"Let me introduce Mr. Santos Nok from the planet Durya, who is a member of the future state religion of the empire. I don't know the relationship between him and the planetary governor of Durya, but it should be good."

Yes!

No, if the adults are angry, everyone in this room will die!

Over the years, even the most radical technical priests have retained most of the brain biological tissue as part of the living body.

Ryan felt his body active in the subspace, threw Santos on the ground, and motioned him to stand up and follow him forward.

The mechanical servants with new research directions left excitedly, and when they left, they looked at Ryan and the brain of this new face Santos with eagerness. This is a living human brain that has not been modified in any way. It is a wonderful material for their new research!

"That situation will not happen. Our loyalty to the Emperor is witnessed by the sun and the moon!"

"Very good, the bottom line is flexible. I will dream to those scumbags so that you can join the state religion smoothly. You need to collect various evidences that the state religion should not exist in the human empire, understand?"

The Emperor only issues requirements, and Ryan is responsible for fulfilling these requirements. Anyway, it is not excessive to give this old man a wider real world platform to take a walk and relieve the lumbar muscle strain from sitting on the golden toilet for many years.

The person in front of him is the Emperor, the most incredible person in human history to inherit knowledge and wisdom. Even the dirty words spoken from his mouth may contain some terrible and profound mechanical truths.

"The one who is speaking to you right now is the Emperor of the Human Empire, the Lord of Mankind."

These oily guys are too energetic, they need to be trained.

Did the Second Terra create an Emperor directly?

Hmm? The Second Empire at least has a regent.

"Who is this green-haired guy wearing a 24th century classical dress, why does he have a tattoo of the scriptures of the state religion, those guys would rather carve Lorgar's words on their skin than remember my words in their heads."

Even if eleven out of ten sentences are questioning whether their brains are rusty.

"That's enough, Santos. You need to cooperate with our work in Second Terra. What is Second Terra specifically? The two chapter leaders of the Old Star Warriors and the Faceless will explain to you later. Also, don't you want to join the state religion? I approve it in the name of the Supreme Lord."

Ryan led Santos forward and watched the Guardian Titan turn around, and a voice came from it:

Because the administrative agency of Second Terra had been established on the ground before, the main purpose of this meeting was to let people adapt to the sailing life of nearly a month.

Ryan smiled and patted Santos' shoulder, saying:

Santos sat on the ground, the chair overturned behind him, and cried bitterly:

Ryan smiled and picked up the young man who was crying, calling the Emperor's name, and let the warp cover him.

"Ryan Weir, make room on your ship. I don't want to stay here any longer. When did the Mechanicus become like this?"

Even without the interference of the four Chaos Gods, the pure warp energy will induce and corrupt people's emotions to extremes, whether the extreme is positive or negative.

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"Let's start when everyone is here. The sooner it ends, the sooner we will be free."

Seeing Santos singing the same tune and changing his face so powerfully, Ryan also believed that their Second Terra would not be criticized and faced too much difficulty on the planet Durya, and the problems they encountered could be easily solved.

Ryan knocked on the table, and people quieted down, their faces became firm and serious, but Santos, the current nominal owner of the ship, couldn't help trembling, and didn't know what to say for a while.

These people would recite the names of Huang Ge and Nuo Ge every time they entered the transmission device, and nothing happened once.

"I will not fail my mission!"

In the darkness, only the City of Ten Thousand Machines standing on the mechanical base was working all night, flickering with the molten fire of the foundry.

Twenty-seven Titans were contained in the frame, and one of the tallest was walking on the platform of the mechanical base, followed by a large number of mechanical cult servants holding recorders and paper documents, as if listening to the sound coming from the Titan.

The Emperor had no choice but to translate his words.

Thinking of this, after completing their daily production tasks, these technical priests followed behind the Guardian Titan and recorded every sentence from the speaker.

Santos's tone was weak, and he was already wondering if a terrible civil strife had broken out in Holy Terra, and those supreme lords began to fight each other, just like the scene recorded in the secret history, before the Emperor unified Holy Terra, warlords fought and divided the country.

Ryan asked Santos, who looked dazed, to sit down and quickly began to work, arranging the schedules of the heads of various areas, especially those who had to travel back and forth to other Rogue Trader ships.

However, Durya's location in the galaxy was not remote, and the planetary governor could not be too arrogant and extravagant. Many Rogue Traders and the Imperial Fleet would temporarily stop here for supplies, so they could only be slightly restrained to avoid being heard by many people who took the opportunity to blackmail them.

"Emperor!"

Santos, who was physically frightened by the stares of this group of Mechanicus, quickly hid behind Ryan. He didn't know that this was the subspace, nor did he realize who made the voice just now.

The people of Second Terra didn't care about this alien official at all. They were used to the respectful behavior of people or things from the sky to Master Ryan.

"Report to the Lord, the planetary governor of Durya is His Excellency Sirio Roy. Durya has never missed any tithes over the years, and has resolutely cooperated with every action of the Imperial Army and is absolutely loyal to the Emperor! Even the security cleanup of the bottom hive city has been very effective. There are relevant documents on the ship for your review!"