Chapter 211 Forward! And Forward Again!

The fluctuations brought about by the changes in the political spectrum on distant Terra are still stirring and resonating between light and darkness, and have not yet exerted their influence in the first place.

Compared with the vast territory of the Empire and the people and things on it that are as vast as the sea of ​​stars, the obscure changes of the Inquisition seem so insignificant outside of those who know about it.

But the impact of this matter is destined to be far-reaching.

Hundreds of years or even years later, when everything has settled, perhaps historians will trace back in time to trace the original origin of the Silver Prince who lies across the Empire but is hidden in the darkness.

But all this is too early.

In the eyes of most people in the Empire, everything that is happening on Terra now is far less important than the fleet that is about to arrive in Orpheus.

Yes, this large fleet consisting of 8 large ships and several Astartes regiments finally arrived at the edge of Orpheus after a long journey.

The star zone government and the war zone commander have already known the arrival of this force in advance through the warning of the astropath.

But they were not as quick as Terra to get the notice of the Inquisition.

In their eyes, these Astartes regiments that came from afar must have come to rescue the war here.

This was a powerful booster for the entire war zone, and a new force that the entire star zone was grateful for.

Their arrival would surely improve the situation in the entire war zone, and in the eyes of some people, it was already a symbol of victory in the war.

The dawn of victory seemed to be a foregone conclusion, and the cake representing interests was also placed at the end of the war corridor.

Such huge interests naturally had extraordinary appeal, so that the bigwigs in the star zone sat at the table early and raised their knives to prepare for division.

The Ondan family of the capital Amara has officially replaced the Orpheus family and become the new ruler of the Orpheus star zone.

The new Imperial Governor Harold Noel von Ondan has been sworn in at the parliament.

He has already taken office ahead of schedule after completing the local administrative procedures, and is only waiting for the Empire to send envoys from distant Terra to complete the final procedures.

He expressed great welcome to the arrival of this fleet.

After all, he and his family had just reached a compromise with the nobles of the parliament and had just taken office with difficulty, and they were able to get such assistance.

This will undoubtedly be a strong stabilization for his rule, and it will also give him more bargaining chips in the subsequent distribution of interests.

The highest commander of the war zone, Admiral Juan Nelson, and Margarita, a high-level inquisitor of the Anti-foreign Order of the Inquisition stationed in the star zone, also returned urgently from the front line.

The ownership and distribution of this force are crucial to the two people with different political views.

Anyone who gets most of the troops will gain absolute dominance in the war, and will also put the other party only one wall away from the end of his political career.

In this way, the top leaders of Orpheus had a rare second meeting in the 30th year after the war.

The position of the governor of the star zone at the last meeting was still a child who was less than ten years old and was lifted up because of his own blood.

The three heads of the party sat in the Supreme Hall of the capital of Amara with their own thoughts, without any verbal communication with each other.

They all knew that the internal and external struggles had been spreading for decades, and the neutral groups that should be unified had long disappeared.

Whether it was the fleet homeport world group that Admiral Juan longed for;

or the throne world that Inquisitor Margarita hoped to see;

or Governor Harold's simple but greedy "nobles belong to nobles, emperors belong to emperors" local separatism like the farmers in the interstellar era.

Their visions of different development directions of the Orpheus sector all concealed too much power, selfishness and the dark colors of self-realization.

This was the reason why they stood out from the crowd and reached their current status; but it could also be the Achilles heel that led them to darkness and eventually destruction.

The unexpected arrival of the Grand Fleet was a turning point, but also a fuse.

It gave the suffering people in this sector hope for the end of the war.

But it also kicked off this political competition that should have been staged in decades or hundreds of years.

There was no possibility of compromise between their interests and the other two parties. The fight for this fleet, in a sense, determines the direction of the entire star zone for nearly a thousand years.

The fluctuations in the subspace are becoming more and more obvious. In the panoramic view of the astropaths who are separated from their own bodies, the shadows of the behemoths coming from afar are getting closer and closer.

When the huge figure of the King of Raptors first broke through the barrier between the subspace and reality, and guided the seven cruisers to appear at the jump point 300 astronomical units outside Amara with a momentum that covered the sky and the sun.

The vast starry sky of the entire galaxy was instantly filled with communication signals from different sources:

"On behalf of the Imperial Navy Admiral Juan Nelson, on behalf of the Orpheus Fleet, I extend my sincere greetings to the Holy Astartes Regiment who has come from afar!"

"I am Margarita, a high-ranking judge of the Imperial Inquisition's Anti-Xenophobia Convent. I hereby formally salute the great Astartes Regiment! On behalf of the Interstellar Inquisition Council, I sincerely invite (recruit) you to participate in this sacred war!"

"I am Sir Harold, the highest administrative chief stationed in the Orpheus Sector under the name of the Holy Human Empire. Under the authority of the Supreme Council of Lords of the Empire, I am the governor of all administrative affairs within the sector!

On behalf of the billions of people in the star zone, I welcome you, the noble angels of the Emperor! "

The high-frequency current conversion communication resounded throughout the galaxy, but compared with the enthusiasm of Orp, the feedback from the great fleet was slow to come.

No matter how strong the enthusiasm is, it will be awkward if it falls into a long period of silence without response;

Just like the Internet licking dog, no matter how crazy it is, can't stop Yui Aragaki from getting married.

Sometimes reality is so cruel, if it's not yours, it's not yours.

When the one-sided communication that lasted for nearly half an hour was like a drop in the ocean, and there was no response from the great fleet.

The three people who were originally sitting in the hall on the top floor of the nest city, ready to decide the outcome at this time, finally realized that something was wrong.

The huge fleet quietly floated in front of the Manzeville point in the star zone, neither asking them questions nor turning away.

Rather than being like travelers who have just finished a long journey, they are more like Like soldiers waiting for some signal, ready to step onto the battlefield at any time.

Well, this time their intuition is right.

Following a plain text communication from the Grey Knight battleship Supreme Decree, which has remained silent in the orbit of Amara.

The entire fleet instantly pulled up the engine power to full and began to prepare for re-entering the warp.

They seemed to have not seen the people in the entire star zone, and after a brief appearance, they rushed to the distance under that brief order.

What happened?

Inquisitor Margarita and Star District Governor Harold have not figured out the situation yet.

But Juan got the communication content note of the Supreme Decree that was intercepted and translated by the navy at the first time.

He looked at the small note in front of him with a strange expression, and muttered a few short words in it:

"Forward! The enemy is in Leyak!"

Second update, votes.

Someone takes care of food and drink, and the feeling of isolation is unexpectedly good?