Chapter 320: Evolver Sisterhood

Three days have passed since the death of Lord Magroon. Thanks to the sacrifice of this great man, the territory has maintained a certain degree of order and can receive the signal of the Imperial Guard, but they know that when the lord faces betrayal and despair, the Imperial Guard was actually exterminating the traitors. The serving colonel in pdf couldn't help but feel ironic, but he has been reinstated.

Thanks to the sacrifice of the lord, those betrayers were forgiven, which was a rare exception in the history of the empire. The officers were not even dismissed from their posts, but were only asked to apologize to the lord's heroic spirit in front of the emperor. It even seemed a bit It's child's play, but it is Lord Magron's last words after all.

In the end, he was buried according to the standards of the saints of the state religion here. Although there were no bells of Terra ringing, and there were no millions of people mourning in silence, even for this empire, the death of such a lord may not be painful, and even 99.99% of the huge void Human beings don't even know that such a person exists, but he still does his duty without hesitation.

Of course, some people think that the death of the lord is a ridiculous black humor. After all, as long as the void shield is turned on for a few hours, the Imperial Guard will arrive, but they always forget that a society without order cannot bear the huge army. In a civilized and violent society, without Magroon's greatness, they would turn into technological barbarians, biting, plundering, and cannibalizing each other like hive gangs.

With no one to manage the radio and no one to clear the bombed ports, the landing and actual dispatch of the Imperial Guard would be extremely troublesome, and as time went on, the results would only get worse. At the same time, the death of the Lord would not only bring order. , the handover was also arranged, and Wild Snake and the Colonel were given authority and understanding of the matter, so that they could clear the port and connect the radio as soon as the Imperial Guard arrived.

Even so, the productivity that has exhausted all the balances can only be reduced, and the warehouse cannot be opened, making starvation more serious. In the private office on the Bordero, the data transmitted by the fortress made Lord Alan Bair have a complicated expression. .

He is neither a villain nor a hero. In order to save this sector, he has made it suffer too much. But at the end of human civilization, with the strong militarism and worship of force, did he do anything wrong?

Those kindnesses are deeply rooted in his bones, and the childishness before humans set foot in the endless starry sky cannot be erased. The earth, no, Holy Terra is too gentle, but he inherited it from the mother called the earth. Kindness is just a burden in the void.

"If there is a humane association, they will probably come to me..." Warmonger? He thought this way, but everything he has is given by war, orcs, heretics, demons, traitors, Tau, Dark Eldar, and transformations. To be the embodiment of the endless war in his life.

Judging from the results, one lord was sacrificed, and he got enough resource reserves to support the Imperial Guard fleet's invasion here, reasonable supply points, and the recognition of most of the lords here. The so-called humans are 100% of the people. He listens to the orders of 10% of the people, and the 10% of the people listen to the orders of 1%, so he only needs to control 0.5%, and he will get 100% loyalty.

He used the sacrifice of one man and the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people in exchange for the loyalty of tens of millions of people in the area, countless resources, and a fortress that could be used as a general transfer station. He simply ate half of the chessboard on the opposite side with one pawn. This is definitely not a mistake in judgment or command.

It's just that the moral sense that binds him still exists. For this cruel void, his moral level is obviously too high.

He subconsciously reached for his water bottle, but when he raised it to his mouth, he found that it had dried up, leaving only the special taste of artificial caffeine. Now, he could understand why the imperial war heroes liked spicy drinks.

He had no choice but to charge by himself. Although he was the highest command but had no orderlies, this was actually considered arrogant. Even Kane had an adjutant who prepared tea and food for him, but Alan Beyer still couldn't stand this. He has arms and legs, and there is no need to go into a nursing home yet.

He stood up and prepared to leave, but the first thing he called was not the Empire's Reka coffee, but the captain's notice. Amidst the buzzing sound of electricity, Alan Bair pressed the button. "This is Alan Beyer's office, what can I do?"

The captain's voice answered. "It's ready to land, the port has been cleared."

"It's much faster than expected. According to the local PDF commander's report, those treasures should still be there. I want to use part of it for disaster relief. It is still important to maintain the vitality and transit capabilities here." Alan Bayer replied.

The captain's tone was a little interesting. "You clearly know that if a war really breaks out, all the personnel and dispatchers here will be replaced by Imperial Guardsmen. In other words, our Expeditionary Military Department will give food to those civilians. Why? Is it kind? What is there? Meaning, can they shoot?"

"Prepare a transport ship for me. I want to confirm the supply situation and then allocate permissions. Don't ask any more questions. I owe too much to the undead here. I can't let the living people still go hungry?" Alan Bayer didn't care. Regarding the captain's attitude, he has already decided on this matter. Even the Emperor cannot change it. The Human Empire has spare power, and this matter does not involve complicated scheduling. He has had enough of the devastated battlefield, and now it is time to give charity.

The captain didn't answer, he just said. "Landing in Area B, for the Emperor."

"Thank you, for the Emperor." Alan Bair closed the communication, then walked out of the office, greeting the two Catachan guards at his door, as well as the chief of staff and second lieutenant born in the Tadashi Academy who were responsible for army dispatch and soldier morals and loyalty. This team is generally quite streamlined, and after he reviews the situation, he will formulate a plan to operate this place in a warlike manner.

On the transport ship, listening to the engine start, the ensign said. "The familiar witchcraft gravity is different from the feeling on the ship. By the way, boss, is that lord's sacrifice valuable?" He has probably read the information and knows the following situation. For him, the lord is a stranger. , but he still had respect for the victims, but he didn't understand that even though Cady's main force had arrived, he still died stupidly.

Alan Beyer replied. "Many tragedies in this universe are caused by information transmission and transportation. If we can provide our movements and intelligence here anytime and anywhere, then the void will no longer be huge and scary. If humans one day complete such great achievements, maybe the entire galaxy will It's within our reach, but now we can't."

the chief of staff added. "Therefore, the Lord's sacrifice is absolutely valuable. This is the reality of this void. It is not a tragedy. He is great and does his duty."

The ensign nodded and said no more. He might be dreaming, a dream in which humans do not rely on astrology or subspace, but dreams will always be dreams.

When the transport plane docked, the port full of waste was barely cleared from the runway. Next to the debris were waiting soldiers and servants of the lord, a middle-aged man with a fur coat and gold-rimmed glasses. He was quite greasy and had a grade. A rather large man wearing a dark green military uniform, and a much younger officer in the same military uniform. Compared to this, Alan Bayer was surprised by the old man wearing a simple robe. He searched for the name of this person. But found that he had forgotten.

As he stepped off the transport plane, the gentleman immediately stepped forward and bowed. "Sir, I am Mr. Magroon's servant, Almiron, who manages and dispatches the territory's resources. Sir, welcome to our fortress." He seemed extremely polite, but Alan Bair just nodded, and then Walk up to the old man in the robe.

"Are you the counter?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, I'm glad you still remember me, old Chester. I'm not dead yet. Thanks to your blessing, I helped the former lord Magroon complete a mobilization. Now I am the statistician of the territory." His The spirit was much better than last time. The old man bowed gently. His old body made people wonder if he would die from this, but overall he was still good.

Alan Bair nodded and said. "Congratulations, you have found your place."

Almiron showed an expression of disgust at this moment. He had had enough of this lucky guy, but he quickly adjusted and followed the lord. He was also afraid of those black-skinned people whose arms were bigger than his head. Why were their skin so dark? Moreover, the temperature here is still close to zero, but their clothes only have two layers of long sleeves, and the bulging muscles can be clearly seen.

In comparison, the temperament of these five or six soldiers can overwhelm the dozens of fully armed PDFs here. Even a layman knows that in terms of violent organization, the Skadi Imperial Guard and the shrimp soldiers here will not be on the same level.

With this, the colonel and major immediately saluted and said. "Long tube, I made you laugh."

"No, you did a good job." Alan Bayer replied. For him, not losing anything here means extraordinary performance. After all, the enemies of PDF are at most thugs.

After looking around for a while, he found that the welcoming team was very short, consisting of a few soldiers with good temperaments and a few senior executives who had the right to speak. Afterwards, he took a car to the fortress and saw that the residents here were miserable and had insufficient food to eat. There were also serious shortages. supplies, and approved measures to use material relief, and gave Almiron Distribution Officer some rights to open small storage warehouses in various places.

For them, they can't be too grateful. It was only a small amount of compensation for Alan Bayer. He later came to Magron's tomb. As the saint who ended the conflict, his tomb is still very simple now, just The cross, the marble, and part of the plant transplanted from the fortress' garden are engraved with a sentence.

【Unwavering loyalty】

This is quite consistent with his simple life. People here originally planned to build a Gothic style cathedral within a 30-50 kilometer area to commemorate him.

But the colonel of pdf strongly objected. His original words were that this person was destined not to enjoy the glory and wealth that others envied, and in his life journey, material things were always the lowest priority, so that was fine for now.

In the end, Alan Bair presented him with flowers. Although they were artificial fakes, Magroon probably didn't care. He had completed the emperor's mission.

After a brief meeting again, Alan Bair left. He had no emotions towards this man, and he didn't know him too well. He was just working together for the emperor. If it was really said, this man was the man he knew the most. He is a "colleague", no different from other colleagues in the Imperial Guard, at most a comrade.

He got into the car, dismissed the accompanying people, and drove to a remote place alone. However, many roads were destroyed by the bombed ruins. At this moment, he missed the tracks of the Chimera armored vehicle. Fortunately, someone was walking on the bumpy road. Repair it in advance and you can barely pass it.

Three hours, with some counter-reconnaissance and detours, he came here, a dilapidated house that was about to collapse due to a certain degree of bombing. It was vaguely visible as a tavern. He walked into the room, took off his coat stained with snow and put it at the door. Here, inside, there were scattered guests sitting as if they had never experienced a war, and the bartender was wiping the cups.

When the bartender saw Alan Baier, he said. "Guest, your inviter is on the second floor, room 204." Alan Baier nodded, walked up the wooden stairs, came to the room, knocked on the door, and the voice of the wild snake came as expected. "Please come in."

Alan Baier pushed the door open and felt that the door looked like wood but was particularly heavy. The interior was made of soundproof synthetic materials. He opened it and entered, and saw a wooden table with a mess of side dishes, most of which were famous snacks in the empire, such as Carter rolls or Chelma bread. He closed the door and smelled the atmosphere here.

"Wild Snake wine?" he asked.

"Correct, would you like a glass?" Wild Snake replied.

"Drinking will confuse the brain and reduce command ability." Alan Baier shook his head.

"The harvest from going out is quite fruitful." Wild Snake drank the almost transparent wine with the strange starchy crispy roll.

"There are sacrifices." Alan Baier replied. "Compared to this, do you recognize this symbol?" He handed over a picture placed in a sealed bag, with crooked symbols drawn on kraft paper.

"My God, is this drawn by orcs?" Wild Snake said bitterly.

"Yes, an orc leader named Wumuduan was captured by me and then killed. This is a ship icon suspected to be the Purple Hand that transports supplies for them." Alan Baier replied.

"I heard that you can take things out of the mouths of those crazy orcs, but they didn't cover it up. It seems that they think it is impossible for orcs to tell humans such information. I also got a small answer." Wild Snake recalled the orc medicine used by Earl Weide's army.

"This is the symbol of a secret organization called the Sisterhood of the Evolved. They are not a big organization, only women, and believe that human mutation is impure. They are quite loyal. They have also replaced the responsibilities of the Mechanicus in this area to a certain extent, and stabilized human DNA through the technology of the Dark Technology Age they found to reduce the birth of mutants and psychics." Wild Snake answered.

"It sounds like it is completely opposite to the Purple Hand..." Alanbair didn't understand why the contradictory organizations would be like this.

"It may be a frame-up, but in any case, this sisterhood is involved. I can investigate the situation there, but their headquarters is in the Wandering Port of Engili." Wild Snake answered.

Alanbair shook his head. "Then you don't need to investigate. I have sent out star language and assembled troops. After a while, we will launch a general attack on the Wandering Port. I want to take over the entire Pangia sub-sector and then find that disgusting sect with unclean beliefs to settle the sins." He picked up the paper and looked at Wild Snake.

"When things are over, do you want to be the planetary governor of a garden world?"

Wild Snake replied with a smile. "I can be a manor owner. I don't have any ambitions."

"Or, can you let me be a great inquisitor and fulfill my dream?"

Alan Baier scolded him. "No ambitions? Even if you say the Emperor guarantees, I don't believe your bullshit. And, maybe we will all be killed by heretics. Let's wait and see..." He walked out of the room, leaving Yeshe drinking alone. The fate of this star region has been completely changed with each small sacrifice.