Chapter 224 It's Not the Imperial Guard that Needs Us, It's Us that Need
Chapter 224: It's not that the Imperial Guard needs them, but they need us
The lieutenant joked as he looked at the huge radio in the command area. He was now responsible for receiving most of the Imperial signals and even astronomical messages. It was not easy, but he always found joy in adversity.
In just a few days, he learned how to get out of the complicated and obscure ocean of information, because he realized that his mission was to find the signals needed by the Imperial Guard, not to process all the signals.
In his smart understanding, the signals were divided into four types: hopeless, hopeful, useful, and useless.
Civilian ships attacked by pirates were hopeless, and commercial frigates were hopeless, but there were still people who didn't understand the market and didn't emphasize the reward. Even if it was useless, if it was emphasized that there was a reward, a destroyer would be arranged to take a look, that's all.
But this was not because the lieutenant was ruthless, but because there were countless chaotic astronomical messages. There would be tens of thousands of messages in just a few light years. How huge that empire was, not to mention the radio signals, he couldn't "Ji Tiandong" to live a smoother life.
But tomorrow he went a little too far, even bringing his lunch to his workplace to eat, the reason was simple, tomorrow the Inquisitor would arrive in the world, in other words, the Imperial Guard could not attack, they had to use the best state to deal with those stupid guys.
The lieutenant looked at the vague star language, orc attacks, traitors betrayal, chaos, and messy things in that universe, like black dyeing the whole world, he ate bread, thinking that he should transfer to that position earlier, he would rather fight than stay there.
"Boring, disgusting..." The lieutenant tore off the last piece of fresh meat and cursed again, he wanted to save everyone, but he was not the emperor, he was just an ordinary person.
He swallowed the food whole, drank the cheap wine that was not clean, and then looked around to see if there were any old bones from the Zhongsi Academy who shouted "No drinking during duty!", and then pinched his earlobe, begging him to copy the hymn to the Emperor...
He looked like a habitual offender. Although he often forgot that he was the head of the facility, he could even command the Imperial Navy to rescue. Although he was not asking for it in name, he did have the power.
It was nothing for an Imperial destroyer to destroy an alien world with a population of about 1.4 billion that had never set foot on its home planet. Even its boarding troops could not surpass their monster combat legions with tens of thousands of years of technology, not to mention the Imperial land forces.
Such power was terrible, but the exaggerated wars that the lieutenant experienced every day had made him unaware of how powerful he was. His long-term military career had engraved the sense of justice into his bones.
But it cannot be denied that he is one of the few useful people in the huge empire's expansion system, especially when he looked at the beeping communicator and the subsequent translated Xingyu content, he learned that a very good ship used for transporting passengers, carrying at least 3,000 Wei Ren people, was wrecked, and it seemed that there was a rebellion outside and it was approaching that world.
The first thing he thought of was that the nobles died well.
He also thought that being born a commoner must have some hatred of the rich. Although Xingyu said that the transportation company was willing to pay a large sum of money and obviously understood the market, the lieutenant still could not move at this moment.
He yawned and heard the boss's voice coming from the communicator again. "Come to the star port quickly, people are coming, don't wrinkle your military uniform, and wear a helmet." It sounded like a worried old father begging his son to go for an interview. The lieutenant was bored and tidied his clothes and took the soldiers in his company there to prepare to be a background board.
Military boots stepped on, marching. A huge army gathered in front of the star port, tanks, armor, imperial engines, Catachan, stormtroopers, and the Partoria Legion, standing in two lines to welcome the two unlucky guys.
The atmosphere of war was pervasive there, an elite mobilization of almost hundreds of thousands of people, seemingly respectful, but actually full of murderous intent, even wanting to overflow.
Ailanbaier, the Lord of the Sun, stood at the landing point of the star port, wearing a full set of golden relic armor, holding a long-bladed power sword in his leg, looking like a medieval lord or a king in the feudal world.
The light of the stars shone on the armor, and tens of thousands of soldiers looked like a green dragon crawling in the atmosphere.
Countless giant ships were docked in the void, lined up in a row, and many people were amazed at the beauty of the Sun Lord's face work. The neat queue and the soul-stirring etiquette team were actually unacceptable in the Empire that worshipped military power. Therefore, the essence of the Empire was that, except for actions like the Terra Grand Parade, there were not many such large-scale troops in a row.
When the lieutenant hurriedly came with the troops, Alan Baier began to scold him. Compared with Zhidong, he had arrived early and was a second-class soldier recruited in Panlan. To be precise, he was already a lieutenant. The young man had commanded Panlan's war before, which was very exciting. Compared with Zhidong, although the lieutenant was also remarkable, his command was always slightly worse.
Not only did he go to military school, he was also a professional, and he was more upright and smart than the lieutenant. Basically, most people believed that the child would inherit the troops of the Sun Lord, such as Gray Ngar, Vlaxia, etc., except for the First and Only Regiment of Skadi.
But Kane, Qi Fan, the chief of staff all thought that the person who would inherit was Lieutenant No. 2, Private No. 2, and Lieutenant Ru Ming were very jealous because of this, but his courtesy also made him feel depressed in his heart. There was a heartless lieutenant who thought it was stupid for the boss to ask him to look at the communicator.
In fact, Alan Bayer asked him to understand the ship signals and models to make up for his lack of professional military training. If the command was not a big one, they needed to consider more, and Alan Bayer thought the lieutenant was good. Commanding does not mean that he does not have the ability to lead his troops through adversity. On the contrary, if the second lieutenant has it, he still needs time.
But the Sun Lord is in good health at the moment, and the war is in full swing. Although those who know him know that if the war ends, he will definitely let go of fame and fortune and go on vacation, or repair the devastated Skadi, but he will never continue the expedition...
But in that era, those who had the ability should devote themselves to the empire and die. No matter what, you should die or continue to work. Becoming an instructor or a planetary defense team was just a dream.
But Alan Bayer knew it, so he begged them very hard at the moment. With the approval of the Tribunal, he could retire cleanly and the expedition would go smoothly. Even if he was half-forced, he begged them to take revenge on the black ship!
When his thoughts stopped, the buzzing engines roared in the void, and several transport ships landed. Alan Bair imagined the surprised expressions of Judge Zhongdong and other nobles, while moving forward, using the most noble tone in his life. Speak complex High Gothic.
He saw the beautiful woman wearing a leather jacket that looked like a judge's uniform. She had blond hair and blue eyes and looked more like a hairy girl. He looked at the situation there in surprise.
He spoke in a standard accent. "Welcome, guests of the Tribunal. The place is threatened by red pirate traitors. They can be vigilant like this. If there is any disturbance, please take care of them."
There was a sound coming from his external armor. "Boss, he just saw that ship. No..." Alan Bayer turned off the communicator and continued in low Gothic. "Please go visit Yidong's world with him. They will discuss the distribution later..."
The second lieutenant was very anxious at the moment. He had already learned to remember the appearance and number of the ship during that time. When the gorgeous transport ship in the liquid plain docked, he realized that the ship had applied for a damn rescue alarm.
But it was too late, he could not break the negotiation, and he could expect the Sun Lord to change the situation again, and the negotiation situation became as peaceful as the second lieutenant felt. The judge did not answer, so he looked at the darkness and no one came out. transport ship.
Only now did Alan Bayer realize why the other guests didn't show up, and the number of dozens of transport ships that landed in the East was obviously too many, and there shouldn't be so many people just trying to attract customers.
When he came to the east, he tasted a suffocating aroma and complex scripture sounds composed of High Gothic. After many high-pitched voices, a nobleman wearing coarse cloth and reading scriptures walked out. Why did Alan worship? I can tell whether they are nobles or not, but they are too fat.
Coming from the east, there were many mortals and imperial citizens who were like worshipers. They surrounded and surrounded the old man who slowly left the transport plane. His wrinkled skin, huge scriptures and pious words were so touching that it made people feel heart-touching. of prayer.
"Like the emperor in the situation of the gods in high heaven, His gifts, His treasures, His blessings, just like the kindness and cruelty of the God Emperor and his descendants, spread to the world, they are all his sons, they are all his sons." The old man sang. Emperor, step forward, and the army of prayers also moves forward. Surrounded by thousands of people, the nobles clear the way. The size of the faith army actually exceeds the martial virtue of the citizens of the empire.
Kane couldn't help but sigh. "O Emperor and all his saints!"
Commander Qi Fan had a complicated expression, while Ryan bowed devoutly at school. Others probably did not do the same. Alan Bair was a little unhappy. His almost perfect welcome ceremony was broken, but when the burning ashes were scattered by mortals, the citizens of the empire Citizens outside the area knelt down and bowed to the old man. He had to admit that he had encountered a thorn in his side.
The lady of the Tribunal also turned her face sideways, and began to talk nonstop about one thing to Alan Bair, the Sun Lord, that is, the old man spent three days traveling in subspace to completely break the century-old order of the transport ship. , and used the fastest time to transform it into a state church mission ship.
Alan Bayer rubbed his cheek, feeling that it was quite troublesome, but the old man walked straight over and took out the crumpled brown paper from his chest. "Sun Lord, respected warrior, leader, he comes on behalf of the empire's national religion. You can call him a pious one. He has no name, so he is an ascetic."
Alan Bair took the brown paper, looked at the appearance inside, and realized that the State Church still had not given up on the trophies. "Then it defeats my purpose. I keep saying asceticism, but I don't get the gold and silver."
The old man shook his head. "If he doesn't, he will deny the state religion, he will deny the emperor, and he will deny the empire."
Alan Beyer asked. "Why is the state religion first and the emperor second? Why isn't the emperor the core of the state religion?"
The old man holds the skeletal rosary on his legs and speaks plausibly. "After the golden age, the age of chaos came, rebellion, death, the honor and glory of the empire were no longer there, but the state religion turned the tide and unified mankind."
"The pope was led by the divine sparrow to usher in thousands of years of peace for the empire."
"But the premise of all of them is not the emperor, isn't it? A precise evaluation of no, for him, it's probably no. We are already shaking the foundation." Alan Bayer commented.
The old man replied. "The God Emperor doesn't care about many things in the world. He chooses, approves, blesses, and permits."
"It is precisely because of the selfless dedication of many people in the state religion that the empire can exist and last forever."
"The state religion is now the link that connects the entire galaxy." His words were perfect. From the perspective of the empire, without faith, the huge human civilization would fall apart in an instant, there is no doubt about it.
But Alan Bayer asked. "Then what is the imperial state religion?"
The old man replied as if he was endorsing. "The Emperor once walked among men, but He is, and always has been, a god.
The Emperor has walked among mortals, but he is no god now or in the future.
The Emperor is the one true god, regardless of what past faiths any human may have worshiped.
Is the Emperor the only true god? Humanity seeks to forget all past beliefs.
To purge the heretic, beware the psyker and mutant, and abhor the alien.
Purify heretics, be wary of the weird and mutants, and hate aliens
Every human being has a place within the Emperor's divine order.
Everyone has a place in the Emperor's divine order."
Alan Beyer said. "Then he already believes in the greatness of the Emperor Huang Dog, enjoys the Emperor's blessing, and fights against heretics, demons, alien mutants, and becomes the core of the Emperor's national religion."
"Then, aren't the Empire's state religion and the Space Marines the same as the empire's state religion?"
The old man was stunned and thought about something. "But we are not grateful for the Emperor's grace."
Alan Bair waved his leg to call a guard. "Bring me the field leg book."
The guard took out the leg book he carried with him, and Alan Bayer opened the first page. On it were clearly written the praises and grace of the emperor, followed by a full 120 pages of battlefield prayers, and according to the guard The culture of the place of birth has changed, making it even more clear.
"Isn't that okay?" Alan Bayer said.
The old man lowered his head, the runes on his head were wrinkled, and said again. "The Holy Cardinals shall be the state religion."
Alan Bayer scolded. "Then the Emperor is not as good as the Holy Cardinal?"
said the old man. "They are not the Emperor's spokesmen."
At this moment, the debate reached its peak, and the Sun Lord spoke bluntly. "But they won't clean up the heretics there. If they keep the supplies there, every bullet, every shot, and every mouthful of food will allow the Emperor's heirs to kill more enemies, they will benefit."
After a while, the silent believers couldn't help but speak. "No Emperor!"
"No Emperor!"
The old man looked left and right, then looked at the young man who was shining with light in front of him, like an emperor encircling him, and smiled. "I've heard your name for a long time, Mingyue Cai, I've been taught."
"It turns out that the Imperial Guard doesn't need them, but they need us..."
"He will hold onto that matter and beg that the Imperial Guard can eat all the supplies. In the name of his Terran religion, the world where the Sun Lord is located can be granted special tax exemption."
Alan Bayer only came back to his senses at this moment. "Holy Terra?"
The old man nodded...