Chapter 125 A New Tithe?

Goli Sector.

This marginal sector, which governs nearly fifty planets, receives almost no attention from the Empire.

Of course, matters related to the tithe are excluded.

Like most of the Empire's territories, the Goli Sector must fend for itself, and it also faces the same long-term dangers faced by all humans:

War, mutation, alien activity, Chaos Mark, and so on.

For the Marius family, who occupy the position of governor of the sector and rule here, they are more afraid of another thing.

That is a prophecy that has been circulating for thousands of years.

It is also a curse on the Marius family.

Because the content of the prophecy is the destruction of the Marius family!

People are saying that after the terrible storm, the tyrant who cruelly rules the Goli Sector will die tragically on the throne.

And his bloodline will be completely cut off and no longer exist.

For this reason, the Marius family killed many people and eliminated many forces.

Even secretly released a plague on a certain planet and executed an extermination order, just to eliminate hidden dangers.

However, no matter how hard the Marius family tried, even if they executed all the people who spread the news.

This prophecy will always reappear at some point, like a thorn in the flesh.

This made the Marius family even more frightened.

Because five years ago, the terrible storm in the prophecy came.

The prophecy has begun!

In the royal court of Mattila, the capital of the Goli Sector, a crucial divination is being carried out.

"This is an ominous place, my master, this is the source of filth and corruption"

The hoarse voice of the chief fortune teller Mondi became more and more excited, like a madman.

"Maybe some people say this is a rumor, but the Tarot shows that this is true and the prophecy is coming true.

Before the star torch lights up again, the whole place will be torn apart by demons..."

Suddenly he pointed his scepter at the great star governor Marius Harris:

"You will die miserably on the throne, and no one in your family will survive!"

Opposite the chief fortune teller, the star governor Harris was like a fat meat mountain, deeply trapped in the throne covered with various sophisticated defense devices.

In order to avoid being assassinated, he would hardly leave the throne.

This throne was both a fortress and a cage.

He was so fat that he couldn't even stand up, and could only be carried forward by the royal guards.

The words of the chief fortune teller made Harris' pupils shrink suddenly, and a trace of fear appeared on his fat, cruel face.

He waved his hand, and the chief fortune teller Ers immediately shut up, kowtowed carefully and retreated.

Fear and anger accumulated in Harris:

"Why doesn't that damn fate want to let me go?"

After the subspace storm came, the Goli Sector was completely cut off from Holy Terra.

And according to the judgment of the subspace scholars, the cracks caused by the storm will hardly heal.

That means that the Goli Sector will no longer receive support from the Empire and will have to face the terrible chaos and aliens alone.

What's more terrifying is that the prophecy handed down from ancient times is coming true!

In order to survive, he had to remove unnecessary obstacles and completely grasp the power and fleet of the star region.

However, before Harris could relax, the news from the observatory made him even more frightened.

The terrible Tyranid Zerg fleet descended on this star region!

Just mentioning the name of this race, his heart was like being entangled by a poisonous snake and almost stopped beating.

Harris roared:

"Damn bugs, who will answer me, has the fleet arrived!"

The chief adviser of the royal court, Shelan, hurried forward to answer:

"Your Majesty, the fleet has assembled near the airport, and the main fleet has arrived..."

Hearing this, Harris was relieved.

Shelan continued:

"But some planets have not been contacted, and the fleets of several planets refused to accept orders in the name of protecting the planets. These are the recorded lists"

He took out the paper list and gently placed it on the floating disk.

Harris's mind moved slightly, and the mechanical floating disk linked to his mind flew in front of him.

Then the throne extended its mechanical arm and gently picked up the list, stopping two meters away from his body.

Anything outside the throne is dangerous and cannot be too close.

Harris took out the magnifying glass with difficulty, squinting his eyes and carefully looking at the planets on the list that dared to refuse the orders of the star district governor.

He showed a sinister and cruel smile.

These are all hidden dangers in the future and need to be thoroughly cleaned!

Harris put down the magnifying glass and ordered Shelan:

"Go, let the fleet be ready to set off at any time!"

The fleet is gathering near the airport of Mattila.

The ten-kilometer-long Armageddon battleship is floating, surrounded by nearly twenty cruisers.

There are several holes on the outside of the battleship, and there are mottled bloodstains everywhere in the internal ship compartment.

It seems that it has experienced a brutal boarding battle not long ago.

This battleship originally belonged to the Goli Battlefleet of the Imperial Navy Fleet of the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Now, it belongs to the Governor of the Star Region, Marius Harris.

This fleet was assembled here by order of Harris, and they did not do this to protect the star region and fight against the Hive Fleet.

Because Harris deeply understood the danger of fighting against the Hive Fleet.

The mission of the fleet is to protect Harris and his allies before the danger comes, so that they can escape from this star region safely.

As for the people in the star region, everything will be left to fate...

In the royal court, Harris was anxiously waiting for further news about the Hive Fleet.

In particular, are there any signs that they are approaching the capital Mattila?

If so, he will immediately implement the plan to withdraw from the Goli Star Region.

It is unwise to fight against the Hive Fleet.

As the Governor of the Star Region, he has the sacred obligation to preserve the vitality of mankind.

Soon, the news that Harris was looking forward to arrived.

With heavy footsteps, a warrior about 2.2 meters tall and wearing heavy power armor walked in.

He is Solei, the chief guard of the Royal Guard.

Having undergone more than a dozen genetic modification operations, his strength is almost on par with that of a space warrior.

Solei and hundreds of his subordinates, the Royal Guards who have also undergone modification operations, are almost the top warriors in the star zone.

This is a powerful warrior secretly created by the Marius family where Harris belongs, which has spent thousands of years and invested almost the same amount of resources as several planets.

At the same time, it is also a guarantee for him to seize power.

Solei came to the throne and knelt on one knee:

"Your Majesty, according to monitoring, the Hive Fleet has left the Goli Sector!"

Harris frowned, he was always cautious about important news:

"Is the news certain?"

"Yes, multiple observation stations have come to the same conclusion, there is no trace of the Hive Fleet in the Goli Sector"

Harris breathed a sigh of relief after receiving a positive answer: "The damn bugs are finally gone! Don't slack off, let the fleet remain assembled for the time being..."

After giving the order, he waved his hand and asked Solei to withdraw.

The withdrawal of the Hive Fleet is undoubtedly great news.

But the shadow they left behind made Harris panic.

This feeling of being controlled by others is really unbearable for him!

He must build more ships and create a stronger fleet. Only by mastering absolute force can he guarantee his safety.

Harris summoned officials from the Ministry of the Interior to inquire about tax collection.

He will collect tithes from the planets in the Goli Sector on behalf of the Empire.

However, he came to the conclusion that:

The Empire had just collected taxes not long ago, and those planets might not be able to pay new taxes in the short term.

Harris sneered:

"Paying taxes is the sacred obligation of all citizens of the Empire, and no sophistry is allowed."

Under the barrier of the Great Rift, the light of Holy Terra is no longer there.

Now in the Goli Sector, the representative of the Human Empire is the Governor of the Sector, the great Majesty Marius Harris.

Any planet that dares to refuse to pay the tithe will be severely sanctioned!

Soon, under Harris's order, the officials of the Timara Ministry of the Interior took quick action.

They will calculate the tithes that each planet needs to pay based on the data collected in the past.

At the iron table deep in the Ministry of the Interior, an old administrative official was flipping through documents.

He was puzzled:

"Ers, the first-class superior of the tax level?"

Such a tax level is very special, just one level lower than the capital of the Goli Sector, Timara.

The old administrative official was looking for information about Ers.

There were few records on it, only mentioning that it was the most marginal typical mineral-producing planet in the Goli Star Zone.

The old administrative official hesitated whether to report the situation.

But he thought about it and gave up.

After all, it was the adults in the Ministry of the Interior of Holy Terra who set the tax level, how could there be any mistakes?

Even if there were mistakes, it was none of his business, so why bother making trouble.

Click!

The red Sky Eagle seal was stamped on the eleventh tax payable document of Ers Star.

The tax level is the first-class superior!

…

Ers Star, the lower nest of the nest.

"A-choo!"

Ron, who was finishing the raid plan, sneezed several times in a row.

He scratched his head:

"It's so strange, is someone thinking about me?"