Chapter 322: The New Fortress

The vastness of the Empire does not allow troops to be assembled in a few days. During the long period of time, Alanbair began to rebuild buildings that met the needs of the Imperial Guard. With the help of the members of the Panlan Mechanicus and the engineers of Skadi, this place that was almost collapsed slowly recovered within a few months.

Of course, they were unable to build those city towers that rose from the ground and spread for thousands of meters. During this period, most of the manpower was concentrated on expanding the starport and repairing the weather system. Although the temperature was similar to that of Skadi, the unimpeded cosmic rays might affect the body of the war lord. Therefore, during this half year of almost standard Terra time, Alanbair's food, clothing, housing and transportation still remained on the Bordello.

And the clumsy words about radiation can't actually deceive most people, and a few people can feel the reality behind this. This is Alanbair's test for the managers here. How long can they repair the lighting and protection systems before the lord will get off the warship? This is a test for them, and the lord's unwillingness to land is an insult to them.

So far, today is the day that Ailanbaier came to live in the fortress. Mr. Almiron took over most of the work in the territory during this period. He worked diligently to maintain the operation of this barren land, and now he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

In the lord's fortress, it has been filled with new furniture and redesigned. It is now more habitable. The closed walls have been replaced with transparent windows that can let in sunlight. The hall is paved with wooden floors and stoves. The fur decorations and red brick stoves in the cold world of Skadi or Valhalla are in line with the extremely low overall temperature of the fortress due to the war. There are also filled trenches and commercial streets and high-end residential areas opened around the castle.

Of course, Mr. Almiron also has his place. Now this fortress only has a void shield and two anti-track light spears left, expressing the unconditional trust of the people here in the Imperial Guard and the relaxation of rights, because nothing can express the recognition of the huge external force better than disarming.

PDF naturally expressed dissatisfaction with this matter, but after the rebellion, the nobles had irreparable disappointment and distrust of PDF. Therefore, with Arabel letting go and Almiron's instigation, a massive disarmament action came as expected.

So far, Almiron's personal majesty has reached its peak in terms of power alone, and the colonel who has proven his loyalty has mastered the few remaining troops.

So far, the balance has been broken. As long as the Imperial Guard still regards this place as an important transit area in the future, there will be no so-called PDF. Strong warriors will replace those weak guys, and there will even be Space Marines, Inquisitors of the Inquisition, Mechanical Guardian Corps or Battle Sisters passing by and regard this place as the starting point for their death.

And today is the day when the hero Arabel disembarks, and those servants are terrified. Facing this fortress, the master of this star zone, whether they will be criticized has become the most important moment in their lives. So far.

When the young man got off the car, most people realized that the actual ruler of this star zone was younger than most people imagined. Some people thought that he used some powerful life extension methods. If we look at it from the perspective of time travel, he did use methods that surpassed the imperial technology, but it was not voluntary.

When the two destinies were superimposed, and after years of fighting, he had been made into a heavy war hammer by the emperor, swinging for the empire, smashing, crushing, and crushing most of the heretics and villains seen by humans.

He got off the car specially built for the lord, and Almiron followed him and began to introduce the transformation of the territory during this period. "My lord, we have completed the repair of the city, opened hotels and rest bathrooms, taverns, and restaurants and other services. Soldiers can easily find their needs and squander their throne coins."

"Is there anyone doing this?" Ailanbaier felt the touch of the open place that he had not come to for a long time. The warship was not bad, but staying for a long time was also very depressing. If it were not for the habit of living in the hive city, he probably couldn't stand it. It is better to say that the current problem is more caused by the previous habits.

As for that question, Almiron just showed a puzzled expression, and then Alan Baier stretched out his hand to make a sexual symbol, that is, one hand through the other.

"Of course, sir, there should be, you know, after all, many people want to let strong men, um, and get a sum of money." Almiron did not avoid the question, but answered directly. For him, this is just one of the considerations.

"Then, I need you to take compulsory protective measures, for the soldiers, understand, those diseases, I don't want such things to appear in my troops, if there are, then I will give them extra training to kill those energy." Alan Baier showed considerable disgust for this matter, not in terms of lust, but in most cases, those desires of human beings will become a disadvantage, and repression and ignoring are not good, so his biggest requirement for the industries developed by civilians here is health.

Almiron nodded. Since he could become a PDF and then an Imperial Guard, there must be nothing wrong with his body. The problem with his soldiers was probably the infected ones. Therefore, he did need to pay attention to epidemic prevention, because those things could affect the combat effectiveness of an individual in the short term. However, the allocation officer was still surprised that Lord Alanbar could be so open-minded.

"My lord, I thought you would avoid those questions."

Alan Beyer replied. "The elites of the 5th and 4th Skadi Regiment and the 113th Fraxasian Regiment will definitely not do it, but the soldiers that will be received here in the future are not just the elites of the Imperial Guard. The void is huge and a mixture of fish and dragons. As long as they have the opportunity to break away from the army, they will A strong soldier who can maintain his personal style anytime and anywhere is a rare treasure in the universe." He looked at it objectively, but Almiron saw a way to survive. He remembered that he still had savings, and if he could use this to create a way. Custom blocks are bound to be full of pots.

Since the lord acquiesces to this matter, the profits can be pocketed openly, and the interests involved behind it will become interesting and complicated. He needs to monopolize the industry as early as possible, and then plan the situation and modularize the process, and he will become dependent Women are successful men, but there are many, many women.

In this way, Almiron's heart was not focused on the arrival of the lord, but he took the lord into the new hall normally, with a crackling stove and beautiful furs. Alan Bayer was rarely satisfied with those arrangements, but Today can be considered an exception.

He walked up to the main seat, and Almiron left the room appropriately. At this moment, the Catachan Master Chief who had followed them all the way spoke. "That man is clearly not a good person and we need to trust him?"

"Trust? No, far from it. He is not someone who should be trusted. He was born to be a businessman, but the word "born" is not accurate, because few people are destined to be like this. He must have experienced a lot of pain before he valued interests so much. "Alan Bayer pointedly pointed out. He stroked the soft fur on those seats and asked the servant to pour him a drink.

"A person like him is not a warrior, but he is not worthless. He is certainly not suitable as an ally, but he is loyal to his interests. As long as the interests are consistent, there is no better servant than him. I don't hate such a guy, as long as he It can provide us with convenience." Alan Bayer's judgments were mainly based on the information provided by Wild Snake. Regarding Almiron, both Wild Snake and he felt that this man could be used.

"I don't trust him. That guy smells like titanium, but lacks the belief in their ether. He is probably mercenary and full of malice." The Master Chief couldn't understand. He didn't trust such a person in their company. The rear is responsible for logistics.

Alan Beyer retorted. "No, he only has interests in his eyes, but loyal people can easily collapse. Faith is strong, but when the solid wall collapses, they will be extremely vulnerable. As long as the enemy's attack is terrifying enough, countless things will oppress a person, no matter how powerful the loyal person is. He will also fail, but such a guy will not be oppressed because he is only interested in profit. "

"As long as I provide him with enough benefits, I don't have to worry about betrayal. However, I will not let him touch the core interests. He is destined to only accept petty profits in his life. This is the destiny of a disloyal person, even if he is capable of management. A bigger place.”

The Master Chief couldn't help but curse. "How sad."

"Such a person will definitely suffer while living."

Alan Beyer shook his head, "How could that happen?"

"For him, the throne coin is the emperor. When money, a concept recognized by the public, becomes his obsession, then this thing is extremely important to him. Secondly, he is very smart and is not stupid or short-sighted in pursuing interests. This is the most important point. Many loyal people do not know this. They face the Emperor's faith directly and crazily, but they cannot be as perfect as Magron, nor as smooth as Almiron. Therefore he is already more liberal than 90% of the Empire's followers."

the Master Chief said thoughtfully. "So he's fine?"

"Okay?" Alan Beyer thought for a moment. "This is his business, his own judgment and understanding, rather than the concepts instilled in him by society. He is addicted to his desire for money and enjoys that feeling, so he seems to be living comfortably, but you let him He will never be able to exercise self-control like a believer."

"His excellence lies in the fact that he lives like himself and is not bound by the emperor or anything. However, such a person must be smarter than others to find his place in this desperate world, and he also has a lot of luck."

The Master Chief lowered his head and thought. He was not sure if he was free, because the environment had determined him to be like this, so was he free? Such thoughts could not help but appear in his head, but Almiron had no doubt. It's not that he was born with a love for money, but he and the Master Chief are both good at doing it, killing people or making money, so there is no difference in status or value between them.

It's just that Alan Bayer interrupted the Master Chief's thinking before he woke up, he said. "By the way, there is a prophecy about the next attack. The one who destroyed the eagle saw a powerful spiritual energy."

"Although he later found Master Astropath for confirmation, he still didn't get confirmation. But I remembered that incident. I think there is someone who is interested in Mr. Sergeant of the Eagle of Destruction. I need you, Catachan. The heroes aid them in the invasion of N'Giri's login battle, helping them defeat the potential Haunt."

the Master Chief asked doubtfully. "How can we be sure that something like this will happen? We are your personal guards. What if you are attacked? A flagship beheading. That kind of thing is too ridiculous and will disgrace our reputation."

"I know we are not truly Catachan, but the privates who have inherited the Catachan Blade do not think our failure would be an insult to those forest warriors."

"We can fight to the death, but we cannot give up our primary goal, so I can refuse even your request."

Alan Beyer just handed over a cup of coffee. "Master Chief, I am not being unreasonable. We have all seen the prophetic ability of the newly promoted psychic think tank. Even though it seems vague at the moment, it is not groundless. You don't think that the Space Marines and the powerful Astartes will Have a nightmare?"

"That's natural. It's definitely not the case. The super warriors created by the Emperor have no flaws." Master Chief Catachan nodded.

Alan Bayer said again. "Secondly, we must capture the Engili Spaceport. The Red Pirates are gathering. They were seriously injured by us last time, but it does not mean that they have broken their spines. Those nasty things" are smelling the bloody smell of war here. Come on, just like a shark.

"Securing as complete a spaceport as possible can help us improve the defense system here. Relying on the spaceport's unique defense system and location, we can defeat attacks despite a military disadvantage, allowing the empire to avoid many disasters at the end of the forty thousand years. " Alan Bayer clearly expressed his opinion that he must capture that place, so the two most powerful special forces will probably go there. In other words, he will face a period of unprotected times. Condition.

The Master Chief shook his head. "Victory here is not as important as your life, we all feel that way."

Alan Beyer simply replied. "But my life is nothing compared to the huge void. Humanity has a history of 40,000 years. It is stationed and constantly stationed, no matter how small it is. I want to have a beautiful victory without having to pay such a huge death. , Sacrifice, if the price is only my personal danger, I don't care what enemies I may face, and I will win because the Emperor protects me."

"Okay, that's the end of the topic. If the login battle really comes, I will let you attack with the commander's order." He said decisively.