Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.
Chapter 225 Colluding with the Three Flags of the Empire
Chapter 225 Colluding with the Three Banners of the Empire
"The State Religion, this huge thing attached to the empire, has gone through nine thousand years since its creation. Its history is so long that there are many things that cannot be studied, so that many of them have forgotten the essence of serving the emperor."
"When I saw the silver sun criticize the stupidity of the state religion to me in my mind, I realized that whether it is surrounded by flowers or the cypress after bathing, someone needs to implement the emperor's will." The old man held his hands The kraft paper representing the will of the state religion was brought, just like the judge's rose knot, and some people commented:
I carry an Inquisitor's Insignia with me, a very small and inconspicuous item in a Prouvé obsidian case.It's very simple, with only one main decoration and a simple motto, it looks unremarkable.However, with this thing, I can sign an extermination order and leave billions of souls behind
——Traviam Forast, Inquisitor of the Order of the Hammer
And the kraft paper at this moment is one of the supreme approvals of the empire. It stipulates that as long as the Lord of the Sun plans it as a settlement area, then Alan Bayer is still alive in this world, and the planned place can be according to the emperor's will Exempt 11 taxes and other complicated things.
In other words, as long as the Sun Lord is willing to define this matter, he can make a world add huge wealth out of thin air.
For the foundry world of the first level of taxation, the Sun Lord holds this roll of kraft paper, which is worth enough to buy a continent, and secondly, this represents the support and approval of the empire's state religion for the expedition.
In the beginning, kraft paper was just a carrier. Although there are few special-grade tax exemptions, they are not absent in the huge empire. The main foundry world of the Mechanicum, the religious world of the State Church, and the fortress world of the Star Warriors all have tax exemptions. Although the power is strong, it is not without exceptions.
And how long can a mortal live?As long as he is alive, it is the biggest limitation. For this huge empire, even if Alan Bayer designates a star area to be exempt from tax, it is not enough to rush for at most two or three hundred years, which is fleeting.
However, hundreds of nearly a thousand worlds in a star area are enough for a mortal to give up his whole life to study.
And these privileges are essentially owned by the state religion, and if the lord betrays the empire or breaks with the state religion, it will no longer exist. To put it bluntly, compared with the sacred contract, it means that the imperial guard and the state religion will be like a family for a hundred years when the sun lord is alive.
It is equivalent to the fixed 2 seats of the High Lords Council, and it is also a force that cannot be underestimated for the empire. Besides, organizations such as the Academy of Star Language and the Assassin's Hall are neutral in nature, and the organizations that actually have conflicts are the Tribunal, the Mechanicus, and the Merchant Marine. would be such a problem.
But the pressure of the two-seat alliance is too great, and other organizations in the empire will definitely stop it. The Sun Lord came from a dismount, while occupying the commanding heights of the alliance.
When Alan Baier signed his name, the old man's warm smile in front of him made a lot of hesitant feelings. Although the matter was indeed resolved, the Imperial Guard was also climbed by others, as Alan Baier said. object, but the sense of control of the state religion still makes people uncomfortable.
The old man watched the signing, took away his own file, and shook hands cordially. Alan Bayer couldn't help but think that how many people would want to lose their fortunes to try the handshake of Pope Terra.
He stretched out his hand, carefully feeling the temperature and strength, but he only touched the dry and feeble palm of the old man, which was quite different from the big man he imagined in the empire.
The old man seemed to see the small thoughts in his thoughts, and asked with great interest. "how do you feel?"
Alan Baier replied. "Responsibility is just responsibility."
The old man did say, "It's not this, but my hand, which is completely different from the people at the pinnacle of power you imagined, isn't it?"
There was a hint of appreciation in his eyes. "I am 498 years old, child, and you are the heir to the empire. The Emperor is still watching here, but you know that the thoughts about the end of the world are becoming more and more violent within the state religion."
"This is completely different from when I first stepped into this path. People are now frightened by all kinds of strange and alien tyranny, invasion, and terror before the advent of the 41st millennium."
"There are also a large number of legal psykers who have begun to predict various disasters. According to the strength of their abilities, it is as small as someone witnessing a pirate invasion, as large as someone..." He choked up, and then said. "To see the empire torn in two."
Alan Baier replied subconsciously. "The Eye of Terror, Abaddon."
The old man smiled. "You proved that you are smarter than I thought, and now you have proved that you are knowledgeable. I am very happy to see someone like you at such an old age."
Alan Baier said. "The nightmare of the 41st millennium is still early, I don't know how far away."
"And, I bet you live another 100 years."
The old man let go of his hand. He was amazed that the young man had heard so many secrets, but his palms were still so clean, without sweat, his pulse was still calm, and there was no confusion. He felt more and more that his unique alliance had many unexpected values.
"Very good, I need to meditate, thank you for the room you left me in the church, so that I can rest after witnessing the light of the emperor." He already had a strong intention of seeing off the guests, and Alan Baier also turned and left without even thinking about it. Too many formalities.
Etiquette, honor, or more secular feelings do not matter to the top of the empire at their level. At the end of the 40 years when human civilization is in danger, big people are much more open-minded than small people, so that the empire can move forward slowly.
"How do you feel? Lord Sun Lord?" The judge lady, who was almost ignored, spoke to Alan Baier who came out of the building, and emphasized this. "Compared with that set of bling, your current equipment is more in line with my aesthetics."
Alan Baier changed into that set of military uniform, which should be exactly that of the Imperial Colonel. The military uniform without the cloak is dark in tone, off-white, in line with the darkness of Skadi, and at the same time, the black gold Terra on the chest The star badge is shining again.
"Beautiful lady, you can't get the money anymore, you know that." Alan Baier has no interest in her at the moment.
"I'm just here for a legend, the man who survived the catastrophe, the orc slayer, the red pirate buster, the genius tactician, the legendary leader, the sun lord, many things are stacked on someone, and I really saw your strategy , but now I need other things.” Lovelova said so, which made Alan Bayer interested.
"What?" he asked.
Judge Lovlova answered seriously. "Your personal thoughts, the Tribunal has always been like this, need to record many, many thoughts and fates, aliens, traitors, victories, and failures."
"The records may not be public, and they may not be very useful, but for me, a trial or financial satisfaction is unlikely now, and I have just been appointed by the trial court to refuse to pay the return consumption."
"So, I'm going to record those things from your personal point of view, okay?" said the judge.
Alan Baier only noticed one problem. "So, you plan to be by my side, um, to be precise, you want to write my personal biography?"
"Biography? It's an interesting statement, but it's just an internal document record of the court, but I really need to follow you for a while." A beauty like Lovlova said it so frankly, and Alan Bayer was too embarrassed to refuse. Secondly, It was he who smelled the thoughts of the Inquisition behind the event.
"But I have a close relationship with the State Church..." Alan Bayer asked tentatively. The relationship between the Tribunal and the State Church is almost as bad as the relationship between the Mechanicus and the Tribunal.
Lovelova simply replied. "So what, I spent crazy nights with the Pope, and I was his assistant in that huge sermon involving [-] permanent personnel on board the ship."
"It's a great honor to experience the Pope of the Sun Starfield and the Sun Lord. The experience will definitely make you flourish, miss." Alan Baier said jokingly.
Lovlova did not deny it, and the gesture of them walking and talking here was also seen by many people. The news spread like wildfire. The second lieutenant who was holding his nose in the dormitory heard it. The captain who corrected the Baneblade tank knew it and checked the tactics. The lieutenant of the situation also understood.
Sergeant Catachan was surprised by the suddenness of this incident, Kid Raitlin was going to try making cakes to please his superior woman, and Sergeant Destroying Falcon secretly expressed his blessing to this incident.
Colonel Ryan asked the Partorians to come up with good enough gifts. Kane and Qi Fan were even more interested in observing the situation, but the chief of staff just silently booked the best tavern in the area.
At night, Alan Bayer bid farewell to the female judge. He was very happy to meet this woman who was smart and could help him. She was self-improving, and her psychic power could kill and burn an orc boss alive...
He talked about many experiences, walked around the whole city without stopping, and basically everyone knew one thing, the Sun Lord has a "lover"!
When he returned to his quarters, which was an almost palatial quarter, he had the best of them all, though only temporarily, and the Bordeaux was now filled with all kinds of borrowed (looted) ) luxury, not necessarily worse than here.
He opened the door with retinal recognition, yawned and prepared to sleep, but was suddenly lifted by a thick arm like a chick. The Master Chief who destroyed the Falcon did not know when he was hiding in the room, with a battle-tested face Show a gentle smile.
"Congratulations, comrade."
"Let's go for a drink."
Alan Bair was a little sleepy, but he wasn't likely to say no. "Indeed, just you and me?"
"Everyone is here, the brothers of the Imperial Guard and the combat brothers of the Destroyer Falcon, we will take over the entire tavern."
Master Chief doesn’t like spending money very much, but unlike what most people understand, space warriors don’t eat grains, it’s just that the synthetic industrial-grade (physically industrial-grade) food can make them fight longer, but nowadays In a rare peaceful time, he will also choose food.
Alan Baier nodded when he heard everyone was there, and the Master Chief suddenly grabbed him and said. "Stand still!" The giant grabbed his body, and the jetpack flew with low power. Even so, Alan Baier still felt a pain in his cheek...
But when he saw the huge urban area below, the sparkling lights, and the empire under the moonlight, he felt warm and comfortable. This era lacks homes for human habitation, and his efforts are for such scenery.
With the mighty power of the jet pack, it is easy to get close to the tavern, but it is probably hard for ordinary people to imagine that angels like space warriors like to be so lively and playful, but in the end, they are still human beings, and they also have emotions. Honor makes them repress their own affairs.
If the Emperor's Great Crusade is successfully concluded, the Space Marines will become artists, teachers, and authors, nurturing the Empire into an enlightened cultural nation through their own wise thoughts and insights across the galaxy. And technological advancement, no one is hungry, no one is afraid...
It's a pity that the betrayal destroyed everything, allowing the space warriors to close their hearts and enter the castle monastery, and the plan of the space warriors' retirement also came to nothing.
When the Master Chief put Alan Baier down, there was a trace of gratitude in his eyes. At least he hadn’t felt so excited in his heart for a long time. In such a small matter, he rarely felt that peace and victory in war have anything other than honor.
But he also knew that neither the Imperial Guard nor the Space Marines could stand still, that the war would not end, although it was definitely time to celebrate.
And Alan Baier just looked at the tavern in front of him and muttered how many throne coins they needed to book the venue, then stepped in and saw his old comrades in arms, Skadi's officers, Catachan, Partoria, and Colonel, Kane, second lieutenant, chief of staff and many other brothers.
And he didn't expect that they didn't drink at this moment, they didn't mess around, they just sat in a regular manner, and the tables and chairs in the middle of the tavern were emptied. Children's Day talent show, the kindergarten teacher gave the children an empty space.
But it made him feel that this group of people had ulterior motives. When he stepped in, the second lieutenant brought four or five soldiers to bring a gray gift box (which looked like a supply box) and said. "Boss, be careful."
"Did you get me a motorcycle of the same model as the white scar?" Alan Baier also felt it, rubbing his hands, looking at this one-person-tall gift...
He opened it slowly, and then the surprise turned into fright. Miss Lovlova, who was still chatting with him in the afternoon, was tied up like a rice dumpling and struggled inside. Complaining that the lady is unwilling to come on a date, so she can only "invite" her to come.
Alan Bayer thought that there was nothing in this dark universe that could confuse his mind, but it turns out that a group of rough old men from the empire who have been single all their lives and fought every day have the mobility and inexplicable "love" for love. Guessing" is the most chaotic thing in this universe.
Then, under the expression of the second lieutenant, congratulating the boss and the lady judge on their happy marriage for a hundred years, and the resentful eyes of the struggling judge, the Sun Lord regained his dignity and shouted.
"Fuck, let the judge out! Then you go clean the toilet for me!" He swears.
(End of this chapter)
"The State Religion, this huge thing attached to the empire, has gone through nine thousand years since its creation. Its history is so long that there are many things that cannot be studied, so that many of them have forgotten the essence of serving the emperor."
"When I saw the silver sun criticize the stupidity of the state religion to me in my mind, I realized that whether it is surrounded by flowers or the cypress after bathing, someone needs to implement the emperor's will." The old man held his hands The kraft paper representing the will of the state religion was brought, just like the judge's rose knot, and some people commented:
I carry an Inquisitor's Insignia with me, a very small and inconspicuous item in a Prouvé obsidian case.It's very simple, with only one main decoration and a simple motto, it looks unremarkable.However, with this thing, I can sign an extermination order and leave billions of souls behind
——Traviam Forast, Inquisitor of the Order of the Hammer
And the kraft paper at this moment is one of the supreme approvals of the empire. It stipulates that as long as the Lord of the Sun plans it as a settlement area, then Alan Bayer is still alive in this world, and the planned place can be according to the emperor's will Exempt 11 taxes and other complicated things.
In other words, as long as the Sun Lord is willing to define this matter, he can make a world add huge wealth out of thin air.
For the foundry world of the first level of taxation, the Sun Lord holds this roll of kraft paper, which is worth enough to buy a continent, and secondly, this represents the support and approval of the empire's state religion for the expedition.
In the beginning, kraft paper was just a carrier. Although there are few special-grade tax exemptions, they are not absent in the huge empire. The main foundry world of the Mechanicum, the religious world of the State Church, and the fortress world of the Star Warriors all have tax exemptions. Although the power is strong, it is not without exceptions.
And how long can a mortal live?As long as he is alive, it is the biggest limitation. For this huge empire, even if Alan Bayer designates a star area to be exempt from tax, it is not enough to rush for at most two or three hundred years, which is fleeting.
However, hundreds of nearly a thousand worlds in a star area are enough for a mortal to give up his whole life to study.
And these privileges are essentially owned by the state religion, and if the lord betrays the empire or breaks with the state religion, it will no longer exist. To put it bluntly, compared with the sacred contract, it means that the imperial guard and the state religion will be like a family for a hundred years when the sun lord is alive.
It is equivalent to the fixed 2 seats of the High Lords Council, and it is also a force that cannot be underestimated for the empire. Besides, organizations such as the Academy of Star Language and the Assassin's Hall are neutral in nature, and the organizations that actually have conflicts are the Tribunal, the Mechanicus, and the Merchant Marine. would be such a problem.
But the pressure of the two-seat alliance is too great, and other organizations in the empire will definitely stop it. The Sun Lord came from a dismount, while occupying the commanding heights of the alliance.
When Alan Baier signed his name, the old man's warm smile in front of him made a lot of hesitant feelings. Although the matter was indeed resolved, the Imperial Guard was also climbed by others, as Alan Baier said. object, but the sense of control of the state religion still makes people uncomfortable.
The old man watched the signing, took away his own file, and shook hands cordially. Alan Bayer couldn't help but think that how many people would want to lose their fortunes to try the handshake of Pope Terra.
He stretched out his hand, carefully feeling the temperature and strength, but he only touched the dry and feeble palm of the old man, which was quite different from the big man he imagined in the empire.
The old man seemed to see the small thoughts in his thoughts, and asked with great interest. "how do you feel?"
Alan Baier replied. "Responsibility is just responsibility."
The old man did say, "It's not this, but my hand, which is completely different from the people at the pinnacle of power you imagined, isn't it?"
There was a hint of appreciation in his eyes. "I am 498 years old, child, and you are the heir to the empire. The Emperor is still watching here, but you know that the thoughts about the end of the world are becoming more and more violent within the state religion."
"This is completely different from when I first stepped into this path. People are now frightened by all kinds of strange and alien tyranny, invasion, and terror before the advent of the 41st millennium."
"There are also a large number of legal psykers who have begun to predict various disasters. According to the strength of their abilities, it is as small as someone witnessing a pirate invasion, as large as someone..." He choked up, and then said. "To see the empire torn in two."
Alan Baier replied subconsciously. "The Eye of Terror, Abaddon."
The old man smiled. "You proved that you are smarter than I thought, and now you have proved that you are knowledgeable. I am very happy to see someone like you at such an old age."
Alan Baier said. "The nightmare of the 41st millennium is still early, I don't know how far away."
"And, I bet you live another 100 years."
The old man let go of his hand. He was amazed that the young man had heard so many secrets, but his palms were still so clean, without sweat, his pulse was still calm, and there was no confusion. He felt more and more that his unique alliance had many unexpected values.
"Very good, I need to meditate, thank you for the room you left me in the church, so that I can rest after witnessing the light of the emperor." He already had a strong intention of seeing off the guests, and Alan Baier also turned and left without even thinking about it. Too many formalities.
Etiquette, honor, or more secular feelings do not matter to the top of the empire at their level. At the end of the 40 years when human civilization is in danger, big people are much more open-minded than small people, so that the empire can move forward slowly.
"How do you feel? Lord Sun Lord?" The judge lady, who was almost ignored, spoke to Alan Baier who came out of the building, and emphasized this. "Compared with that set of bling, your current equipment is more in line with my aesthetics."
Alan Baier changed into that set of military uniform, which should be exactly that of the Imperial Colonel. The military uniform without the cloak is dark in tone, off-white, in line with the darkness of Skadi, and at the same time, the black gold Terra on the chest The star badge is shining again.
"Beautiful lady, you can't get the money anymore, you know that." Alan Baier has no interest in her at the moment.
"I'm just here for a legend, the man who survived the catastrophe, the orc slayer, the red pirate buster, the genius tactician, the legendary leader, the sun lord, many things are stacked on someone, and I really saw your strategy , but now I need other things.” Lovelova said so, which made Alan Bayer interested.
"What?" he asked.
Judge Lovlova answered seriously. "Your personal thoughts, the Tribunal has always been like this, need to record many, many thoughts and fates, aliens, traitors, victories, and failures."
"The records may not be public, and they may not be very useful, but for me, a trial or financial satisfaction is unlikely now, and I have just been appointed by the trial court to refuse to pay the return consumption."
"So, I'm going to record those things from your personal point of view, okay?" said the judge.
Alan Baier only noticed one problem. "So, you plan to be by my side, um, to be precise, you want to write my personal biography?"
"Biography? It's an interesting statement, but it's just an internal document record of the court, but I really need to follow you for a while." A beauty like Lovlova said it so frankly, and Alan Bayer was too embarrassed to refuse. Secondly, It was he who smelled the thoughts of the Inquisition behind the event.
"But I have a close relationship with the State Church..." Alan Bayer asked tentatively. The relationship between the Tribunal and the State Church is almost as bad as the relationship between the Mechanicus and the Tribunal.
Lovelova simply replied. "So what, I spent crazy nights with the Pope, and I was his assistant in that huge sermon involving [-] permanent personnel on board the ship."
"It's a great honor to experience the Pope of the Sun Starfield and the Sun Lord. The experience will definitely make you flourish, miss." Alan Baier said jokingly.
Lovlova did not deny it, and the gesture of them walking and talking here was also seen by many people. The news spread like wildfire. The second lieutenant who was holding his nose in the dormitory heard it. The captain who corrected the Baneblade tank knew it and checked the tactics. The lieutenant of the situation also understood.
Sergeant Catachan was surprised by the suddenness of this incident, Kid Raitlin was going to try making cakes to please his superior woman, and Sergeant Destroying Falcon secretly expressed his blessing to this incident.
Colonel Ryan asked the Partorians to come up with good enough gifts. Kane and Qi Fan were even more interested in observing the situation, but the chief of staff just silently booked the best tavern in the area.
At night, Alan Bayer bid farewell to the female judge. He was very happy to meet this woman who was smart and could help him. She was self-improving, and her psychic power could kill and burn an orc boss alive...
He talked about many experiences, walked around the whole city without stopping, and basically everyone knew one thing, the Sun Lord has a "lover"!
When he returned to his quarters, which was an almost palatial quarter, he had the best of them all, though only temporarily, and the Bordeaux was now filled with all kinds of borrowed (looted) ) luxury, not necessarily worse than here.
He opened the door with retinal recognition, yawned and prepared to sleep, but was suddenly lifted by a thick arm like a chick. The Master Chief who destroyed the Falcon did not know when he was hiding in the room, with a battle-tested face Show a gentle smile.
"Congratulations, comrade."
"Let's go for a drink."
Alan Bair was a little sleepy, but he wasn't likely to say no. "Indeed, just you and me?"
"Everyone is here, the brothers of the Imperial Guard and the combat brothers of the Destroyer Falcon, we will take over the entire tavern."
Master Chief doesn’t like spending money very much, but unlike what most people understand, space warriors don’t eat grains, it’s just that the synthetic industrial-grade (physically industrial-grade) food can make them fight longer, but nowadays In a rare peaceful time, he will also choose food.
Alan Baier nodded when he heard everyone was there, and the Master Chief suddenly grabbed him and said. "Stand still!" The giant grabbed his body, and the jetpack flew with low power. Even so, Alan Baier still felt a pain in his cheek...
But when he saw the huge urban area below, the sparkling lights, and the empire under the moonlight, he felt warm and comfortable. This era lacks homes for human habitation, and his efforts are for such scenery.
With the mighty power of the jet pack, it is easy to get close to the tavern, but it is probably hard for ordinary people to imagine that angels like space warriors like to be so lively and playful, but in the end, they are still human beings, and they also have emotions. Honor makes them repress their own affairs.
If the Emperor's Great Crusade is successfully concluded, the Space Marines will become artists, teachers, and authors, nurturing the Empire into an enlightened cultural nation through their own wise thoughts and insights across the galaxy. And technological advancement, no one is hungry, no one is afraid...
It's a pity that the betrayal destroyed everything, allowing the space warriors to close their hearts and enter the castle monastery, and the plan of the space warriors' retirement also came to nothing.
When the Master Chief put Alan Baier down, there was a trace of gratitude in his eyes. At least he hadn’t felt so excited in his heart for a long time. In such a small matter, he rarely felt that peace and victory in war have anything other than honor.
But he also knew that neither the Imperial Guard nor the Space Marines could stand still, that the war would not end, although it was definitely time to celebrate.
And Alan Baier just looked at the tavern in front of him and muttered how many throne coins they needed to book the venue, then stepped in and saw his old comrades in arms, Skadi's officers, Catachan, Partoria, and Colonel, Kane, second lieutenant, chief of staff and many other brothers.
And he didn't expect that they didn't drink at this moment, they didn't mess around, they just sat in a regular manner, and the tables and chairs in the middle of the tavern were emptied. Children's Day talent show, the kindergarten teacher gave the children an empty space.
But it made him feel that this group of people had ulterior motives. When he stepped in, the second lieutenant brought four or five soldiers to bring a gray gift box (which looked like a supply box) and said. "Boss, be careful."
"Did you get me a motorcycle of the same model as the white scar?" Alan Baier also felt it, rubbing his hands, looking at this one-person-tall gift...
He opened it slowly, and then the surprise turned into fright. Miss Lovlova, who was still chatting with him in the afternoon, was tied up like a rice dumpling and struggled inside. Complaining that the lady is unwilling to come on a date, so she can only "invite" her to come.
Alan Bayer thought that there was nothing in this dark universe that could confuse his mind, but it turns out that a group of rough old men from the empire who have been single all their lives and fought every day have the mobility and inexplicable "love" for love. Guessing" is the most chaotic thing in this universe.
Then, under the expression of the second lieutenant, congratulating the boss and the lady judge on their happy marriage for a hundred years, and the resentful eyes of the struggling judge, the Sun Lord regained his dignity and shouted.
"Fuck, let the judge out! Then you go clean the toilet for me!" He swears.
(End of this chapter)
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