Stars for the good Warhammer.

Chapter 296 Alliance's Goal (4K)

"No! We absolutely do not agree with this! The power of the Kemler family was granted by the Terran government and is hereditary."

On the huge communication screen, a man dressed luxuriously and with an upright and capable figure was expressing his dissatisfaction in the most intense words. His eyes, which had been transformed by prosthetics, were bursting with undisguised anger, as if he wanted to eat the person in front of him in one bite.

"You outsiders cannot take away our right to rule the planet with just one sentence! Of course I understand! You are just conveying false orders in the name of His Majesty! In any case, we will use force to defend our world!"

The person the man in the picture was accusing was the alliance official wearing the consul's robe at the other end of the screen. Next to him, a slightly fat man in gorgeous clothes was looking at the arrogant imperial noble in the center of the screen with a slightly worried look.

"We are already preparing for war! Anyone who dares to get any closer to our planetary defense platform will immediately open fire and fight back! I advise you to be careful! Communication ended!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ruler of the Keml world cut off the video communication. At the same time, the laser defense platforms in the high-altitude orbit around the Keml main star and in the two nearby satellites had activated the fire control system and locked onto the spaceship the group was on.

Hearing the locking alarm coming from the bridge, the fat man who had been rubbing the amethyst cane in his hand from the beginning couldn't help but speak up after all. He gave a suggestion to the alliance official beside him in a slightly worried tone.

"Sir, I think we should leave here temporarily. You have seen that the Kemler family has assembled a large fleet, and we are far less numerous than them."

As he spoke, the man glanced out of the battleship. At this moment, near the orbit of Keml Main Star, a family joint fleet consisting of three moon-class cruisers and a dozen small warships had already deployed. The alliance facing them only had seven pitiful warships, most of which were small frigates.

About two seconds later, the taciturn archon finally spoke.

"Please don't worry, Lord Abelard. You just need to stand here and quietly watch what is going to happen next."

Abelard, that was the name of the slightly plump man holding a crystal staff. As a famous wandering trader in the Solar Star Domain, not long ago, when he was communicating with the Alliance envoy named Chamuel, the other party inadvertently revealed that the Ash Alliance had the desire to trade with the Imperial Star Domain market.

Upon hearing this news, Abelard, who had personally experienced the magic of the Alliance's technological products, immediately smelled a business opportunity. He was almost certain that those fantastic products that could greatly help daily life must have a huge market among the civilians and even the nobles of the empire. If those technologies could be promoted, then the entire human empire's society would surely usher in a qualitative leap, and perhaps this could bring a slight change to the present.
Therefore, even though the situation in the Nak'mond Corridor was still very chaotic, Abelard, as a wandering trader, still led the caravan to the dark side of the Empire, which was described by the Terra government as "hell" and was ruled by an "authoritarian force". He also came with a mission to find an answer for the Empire.
However, when the Rogue Merchants' fleet successfully arrived at Haven via the Pharos Lighthouse, what appeared before their eyes was a scene as prosperous as that of the Solar System. Everything was far from what the Ecclesiarchs had advertised.

As for the daily life of the local people, it is quite different from what has been rumored. People enjoy the convenience brought by the fantastic technology and greet every day of their work and study with hope. This is a scene rarely seen in other places.

Under the guidance of several alliance officials who had been waiting for a long time, Abelard gradually realized that the lady named Chamuel did not just come to him by chance, and the alliance was obviously looking for an advocate for itself in the empire.

And just after he proposed the idea of ​​going to the Alliance's capital city, the Anthem Throne, for business negotiations, these cold, machine-like Alliance archons took the merchants on their spaceships and then set off to this galaxy on the edge of the Three Hundred Worlds, a battlefield where a war to recover territory was taking place.

According to the archons, the mysterious leader of the alliance seemed to have something to show them, and claimed that the Hymn Throne would be here soon.

The Anthem Throne will be here? Isn't that the name of the capital of the Alliance? So how can it be...
Although he had some doubts about this, Abelard finally swallowed these doubts because this was the league's home court.

He was curious about what kind of surprises these strange guys had prepared for him.

After an unknown amount of time, the merchant looked curiously at a light blue portal that had flickered above the main star of Keml, like a wormhole suspended above the fortress world.

When the light gradually faded away, a huge shadow of a building complex suddenly appeared in the empty orbital space like a mirage. It seemed that the magnificent palace complex carved entirely from crystal even made the magnificent Terra Palace seem pale in comparison.

What Abelard found unbelievable was that as the phantom gradually became clearer, its huge figure, like a continent, actually blocked the light of the star and cast a large shadow on the surface of the planet. This was enough to prove that the thing was not an illusion, but a real galactic miracle.
The sudden appearance of the huge monster above the planet obviously caught the Keml family fleet off guard. It was like an ancient giant stepping into a children's playground. The frightened defenders launched a tentative attack on the huge monster in orbit.

However, the only response they got was the devastating saturation firepower of the Skyfortress. Under the sweep of thousands of high-power laser arrays spread across every corner of the fortress, in less than a minute, the originally huge fleet and fully armed defense platforms turned into piles of space junk floating in the gravity orbit in front of the giant.

Shortly after the planet's outer defenses were removed, a main fleet consisting of 17 battleships arrived above Keml through a short-distance jump. While the fleet was carrying out intensive bombing, tens of thousands of landing troops were also ready.

In less than half an hour, a planet that had turned itself into a fortress due to the huge technological advantage of the Alliance completely lost its resistance, allowing the light spear weapons fired by the fleet to plow the ground over and over again like a rake until there was no obvious threat on the ground.

The Alliance's methods were cruel but also extremely efficient. This was their usual style of doing things. Abelard had heard this from other businessmen long before arriving at the Alliance.

During the process of territorial expansion, once a planet is judged to have lost its communication value, the alliance's fleet and soldiers will ruthlessly kill every rebel with surgical precision until all traces of the old ruling power are completely destroyed. They call this process purification.

Although Abelard considered himself a devout believer of the state religion and was absolutely loyal to the Emperor of Mankind, in the face of the power currently displayed by the Alliance, for the first time he had a little doubt about the great empire.
Those Terran senators who claim to conquer the Alliance by force, have they really seen the facts?
Perhaps the leader of the alliance wanted to take this opportunity to show his strength in front of his witness, so as to warn some brainless officials on Terra.
“This is truly spectacular!”

"I was once fortunate enough to have a close look at the Phalanx from the sky above Terra. At that time, I thought it was the greatest creation in the entire galaxy, but now it seems that this concept is outdated."

After witnessing the absolute dominance of the Skyfort, although he was terrified by its violence, Abelard could not help but exclaim in admiration, trying to narrow the distance between himself and the Alliance Archon next to him. This was a habit he developed as a businessman.

However, in the face of praise, the man in the plain robe just looked ahead with a cold face. No extra emotions appeared on his face from beginning to end. The lifeless look made Abelard feel uncomfortable, as if he was communicating with a dead person or a machine.

At the same time, the Alliance soldiers accompanying him also gave people a strange feeling. These guards wearing helmets and fully enclosed composite armor never spoke, even when facing Abelard's active questioning. They were even more closed than those Kriegs.

I have to say, everything here is really too weird.
After a while, under the guidance of the Archon, Abelard and his entourage were brought to the bridge. "On behalf of the Lord of the Alliance, I welcome you all to come from afar."

The person who spoke was a girl as delicate as a porcelain doll, with a voice as melodious as a lark. Her long white hair falling to her waist looked quite dreamy. She looked a little childish, perhaps only sixteen or seventeen years old, but the navy blue navy uniform made her look full of majesty.

"You can call me Grey Wind. I will be in charge of the negotiations with the Merchant Alliance on behalf of the Alliance."

Gray wind?

Is she the adjutant who often accompanies the leader of the alliance? There are also some private rumors that she is his wife.

I didn't expect that the other person was so young, just like a little girl.
The appearance of the other party obviously made several businessmen who were accompanying them dissatisfied. Perhaps in the eyes of these people, the person who should negotiate with them should be the leader of the alliance, and not the little girl in front of them who was not even as old as their granddaughter. This made some of them feel despised.

As the leader of the Chamber of Commerce, Abelard naturally noticed this. In order to ease the atmosphere, he bent down towards the girl in front of him.

"It is an honor to meet you, Abelard of the Wilson family salutes you."

As he spoke, the fat man's face was full of smiles.

Soon, after both parties sat down at the conference table, in order to prevent any further complications, Abelard stated the purpose of his group before his colleagues spoke.

"We came here at the invitation of Ms. Chamuel, hoping to obtain the sales rights for a category of products produced by the alliance, including the [Medical Kit]."

"We have heard that the Ultramarines' Chapter Master, Lord Calgar, was attacked by Chaos forces on the Vigilance Star battlefield not long ago and was on the verge of death. Later, it was that medical suit that saved his life. Some recorders active in the Vigilance Star Senate described to us in detail how much help that equipment played in the local war situation."

"Ms. Chamuel has already shown us the wonders of that creation not long ago. We are very confident that with our sales channels, these technological products will be able to bring astronomical profits to both of us."

In order to prove his point, Abelard also made additional explanations.

"In fact, we had already received a lot of pre-orders from the Ultramarines before we set off. Those Astartes, especially the honor guards around the Primarch, were very interested in this item."

When hearing this, the girl named Gray Wind in front of her did not make any obvious expression, but just glanced at Abelard who was talking nonstop with a bored look on her face.

"Oh, by the way, regarding the price, we plan to use Sky Eagle Coin."

However, before the fat man could finish his words.

"The alliance doesn't need that kind of stuff. We plan to trade in materials through goods exchange, such as unrefined ores or various metal products that can be smelted."

"Ore and metal products for smelting?"

"Yes, the Alliance will maintain a permanent and stable waterway in the Nakmond Corridor for merchant ships on the other side of the rift to pass freely. As long as you can raise this amount of compressed ore for the Alliance in the future, the Alliance Master will be very willing to start a series of long-term cooperation with you."

As he spoke, a large amount of gray-white sand began to gather on the table, and soon a data tablet with detailed calculations appeared in front of Abelard.

After carefully reading the contents, the businessmen present couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"God, this number is almost as much as the annual tax revenue of the empire's internal affairs department."

After carefully reading the contents, the smile on Abelard's face disappeared.

After a moment's silence, he finally decided to ask the crucial question on behalf of the human empire.

"I'm curious."

"What exactly do you plan to do with these things?"

"Could you please tell us what purpose a giant like the Alliance has?"

"What exactly are you planning to bring? Change?"

"Or destruction?"

(End of this chapter)