Chapter 589 Meeting Statement The Gothic Diocese Is Targeted

"Since everyone wants to represent, then don't represent."

These were the words of the Primarch conveyed by the giants wrapped in steel outside the conference room.

Moll recalled the scene at the door of the conference room just now, and couldn't help shuddering again.

The group of state church priests were stopped by the Grey Knights, and then they were embarrassed, angry, and dared not leave.

The conference room was warm, but his heart was cold.

Because he knew the significance of this meeting, he knew that the fate of those who were absent would probably not be much better than the wandering merchants waiting to be executed on the other side.

"There is no problem with the Astra Militarum here."

Moll exchanged glances with his left and right, and finally stood up and expressed his position under pressure.

There was no expression on the Primarch's face, but 11-25, as a friendly force of external support, had set an example for everyone. Under the watchful eyes of the public, the Astra Militarum, as a soldier with the same tactical positioning, naturally felt the indescribable but overwhelming pressure.

And in fact, because the Imperial Navy has been suppressed inside the galaxy, the Astra Militarum, which can only conduct homeland defense operations, does not have much structural damage.

A lot of people must have died, but compared with the nearly 100 regiments of the Astra Militarum in the galaxy, the high-intensity battlefield is still a minority of the minority.

Blackstone Fortress, garrison asteroid bodies, space weapon platforms, and the capital hive city defense circle; at most, there are a few mining worlds located on the edge.

The troops that can be deployed in these locations only use less than 40% of Mor's men; the more he uses, the more he uses. It's not that he is stingy, but the width of the battlefield is so large that it has reached the marginal effect limit of troop deployment.

So the Astra Militarum suffered losses in the defensive battle, but compared with their huge number of legions, these losses are just a "false appearance" reflected in the report.

Does he dare to refuse Calvin with this reason?

Mor subconsciously recalled the conversations with several other bigwigs before coming here.

He dared, as the saying goes, there must be brave men under a big reward, not to mention that the statement here involves the interests of an old star zone.

And he didn't intend to confront Calvin head-on. There were too many reasons for him to reasonably refuse the order of a big man, even if it was a gene primarch.

But this was before 11-25 appeared.

Colleagues are not necessarily enemies, but at least the positioning of an enemy is unavoidable.

Looking at 11-25 on the opposite side, even if Mor had a thousand calculations, he finally put away his tricks and honestly spoke out first.

On both sides of him, although the original allies looked uneasy, no one dared to refute him and stand up to be the first to speak out.

So the agenda of the meeting continued, and the primarch also quietly ticked the label of the Astra Militarum in his mind with a smile on his face.

This was a difficult meeting, but the difficulty was not in the meeting itself.

Because the first half of the meeting was a celebration that everyone loved to see.

The scenes of thanking the Emperor, thanking Terra, and thanking the great Primarch have been staged countless times in the past empire and will continue to be staged.

The difference between them is nothing more than the names of the thanker and the thankee. Life, family, honor, and even countless generations of descendants can all be promised in this link without any money.

Anyway, this is destined to be a blank check that everyone knows well, and there will be no chance of being investigated or cashed.

The second half of the meeting was completely the opposite.

Because of the various communications before the meeting, everyone already knew that the next goal of the Primarch was a real expedition.

Based on the irrefutable truth of "I really have a cow", many forces became silent at this time.

Because every decision (promise) here is directly related to their own development and the rise and fall of power.

It was under this background that the Tindalos Legion, led by 11-25, drove Mor to the brink.

With his statement, he narrowed the path of the Star Army, which should not have expressed its position in advance.

So Mor's small movements before he stood up were not surprising in Calvin's eyes. Because the local forces of Gothic probably had their own calculations before coming.

In their original plan, they should have thrown out the least important Imperial State Church first as a bargaining chip for the first exchange with Terra.

In the face of the pressure from the Primarch, as long as the core interests of the Imperial State Church were not touched, the population in the diocese could of course "contribute" at will as a "sustainable renewable resource".

And from the perspective of the subsequent results, the seating arrangement of this meeting also indirectly confirmed this situation.

On the upper left of Mor, the seat of the bishop of the Imperial State Church in this diocese should have been, but in the context of the death of Archbishop Matthew, his seat was replaced in turn.

At this time, the person sitting on his left was the casting director of the Gothic Forge World. And his lower position also "happened" to be the admiral of the Imperial Navy assigned to the galaxy itself.

As for the governor of the Empire in the Gothic Star Zone? Calvin calmly shifted his vision slightly.

Opposite the seat of the Forge General (Director), a seemingly honest middle-aged man, wearing a red marshal's uniform full of medals, maintained his weak presence with an embarrassed look.

Well... from the perspective of honors, the origin of this planetary governor is not high. He is just the retired leader of the eldest son regiment of a Terran noble.

If this identity were to be transferred to another planet, he would certainly be the cornerstone of an absolutely powerful monarch.

But if he is placed in a war-torn place like Gothic, with the family resources and retired soldiers in his hands, he can only be a rubber stamp of personality for an old forge world like Gothic.

Well... or if he lives long enough, then in order to satisfy the family interests of the Terran nobles behind him, a little insignificant permission for a wandering trader would become a matter of course. (But the current situation is that among the Rogue Traders standing outside the meeting room waiting to be executed, most of them are from this group.)

The fact that he can survive until now only shows that he is sensible enough.

And this "sensible enough" means that it is impossible to win him over and it is not worth winning him over in Calvin's eyes.

Then, some problems are clear.

In a sense, Mor's seat is a reflection of the ecological niche of the Astra Militarum behind him:

Recruiting soldiers, allocating weapons and logistical supplies;

Training and assembling the army, as well as the delivery and transfer after the real battle begins;

And after the real battle begins, the maintenance of the armored forces, which are the most expensive wealth of the Astra Militarum, and the air defense force of the naval brigade.

These factors that are crucial to the Astra Militarum should have been firmly controlled by themselves, but because of the various special circumstances of the empire, they are all in the hands of the Forge World and the Imperial Navy outside of them.

So at a major military meeting, the representatives of the Astra Militarum are clearly the main force of the battle, the executors of the final occupation, and even the ones who sacrifice the most personnel.

However, they are often restrained by various reasons, without their own will, and unable to fight for the interests of their soldiers after the war, which can be understood.

They have never been independent, so how can they talk about higher fame and fortune.

In fact, this is not all. Because in the specific local conscription matters, the representatives of the Imperial State Church, which actually holds the ideological weapon of faith, did not arrive smoothly.

But that is another matter.

The position of bishop in the Gothic Diocese is vacant, and the previous Archbishop Matthew died in the infiltration of the Aida Eldar.

At this time, the internal affairs of the diocese are in chaos, and the bishops of various secondary dioceses, and even Matthew's original assistants, have undisguised ambitions for the position of bishop.

They are either the suzerain of a certain school in the church, or simply represent external forces such as the Imperial Navy and the Forge World.

But in any case, when this fight for the only crown of the Gothic Diocese. At the most intense moment, a fresh living saint who could unify consciousness and win over the fighting sisters naturally became a powerful weapon that all parties wanted to get their hands on.

At that time, after Calvin's news reached Gothic, there were already several priests who came to the star port and wanted to represent the Gothic diocese to take Padilla away.

The Primarch obviously saw through their thoughts and did not personally endorse any ambitious person; he also strictly guarded against them and let the Grey Knights reject any of their applications to board the ship.

So, there was the conversation at the beginning.

"Since everyone wants to represent, then don't represent."

This was the original words conveyed to them by the Grey Knights, and it was also the reason why these priests endured the cold and were left outside the meeting room of the Blackstone Fortress at this time.

As for the order of the battle sisters stationed inside the galaxy, they have received the edict issued by Calvin through the anti-rebellion order and are on their way to the Gothic capital;

A living saint with a clear origin and clean background is no less than a gift from the emperor to them; and in Calvin's eyes, it is natural to integrate the battle sisters headed by Padilla and then clean up the entire Gothic diocese.

Power and wealth.

The former, like all its interpretations in ancient and modern times, represents the redivision of interests in this meeting today;

And the latter, at Calvin's level, is no longer entangled in a certain thing, and there will be no personal desires that are not fulfilled, so at this level, it will have another angle of explanation-resources.

But this is a later story, and the many representatives of the forces present are not clear about this for the time being.

It is conceivable that the financial resources of an old-fashioned imperial star region (diocese) are so powerful that it is no exaggeration to say that it is rich enough to rival a country.

After thousands of years of operation, it has a complex and close connection with other forces, and it is definitely not something that can be easily shaken by Calvin's words in the past.

So when they fell into internal chaos, Calvin naturally would not miss the opportunity.

He did not think about fighting for power, but the facts forced him to do so.

The war zone was just beginning. In addition to being the Primarch, he had no material or human resources comparable to his brothers who were in charge of an expeditionary fleet.

In his previous life, he had been a company commander and had participated in several large-scale training sessions. He knew that:

Whether a leader is competent or not has little to do with his ability. Whether he can get resources for his subordinates is the real decisive factor!

And just a few wandering merchants... Calvin's mouth curved into a sharp arc.

What made them think that they would be blocked by this little "floating wealth", and what made them mistakenly think that they would be satisfied by this little charity?

He swept his slightly narrowed eyes over the crowd, and a group of Gothic local bigwigs put down their stiffness of looking at their noses and their hearts, and showed him a submissive smile.

But they didn't know that Calvin had already locked his target at this time, and these local natives who wanted to recover the lost land but didn't want to pay money became even uglier in his eyes.

Hmm... When Calvin thought of this, he couldn't help but start calculating the administrative efficiency of Terra.

His seemingly serious eyes, in the eyes of his subordinates who were familiar with him, flickered with a little bit of cunning, and a little bit of murderous intent in his cunning...

The news of the death of the bishop of the Gothic Diocese was reported as soon as the star zone resumed communication with Terra.

But before the arrival of the new bishop of the diocese or the appointment letter, there would be no one with a higher status than Padilla in the entire diocese, and naturally no one would stop the living saint from using the wealth of the diocese to support the great cause of the emperor and protect the people of the empire!

And the premise of all this is that no one can hold it accountable afterwards.

So... those priests must die, no matter who is standing behind them!

And when this group of "Emperor's daughters" rushed to the capital of the galaxy, I am afraid that another bloody storm will be stirred up.

Update, make up for the update owed yesterday, and post two chapters together.