Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

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I cannot destroy that seed.

Whether it's fire or physical removal, the first step is to find a way to get closer to it.

There seems to be something magical about this seedling. Let everyone who walks into it hear a singing from the soul that makes people unable to put down their hands.

I finally chose to give up and pretend that this incident never happened after banning the hall.

After the night of the killings, I did not visit the hall again for more than two months.

But recently I have been having nightmares, dreaming that a fruit with a human face grew on that seedling, and Pearson's face was laughing at me, laughing at my eventual doom.

He would plead with me again, begging me to give him relief; and then when I would ask him what was going on, his face would suddenly shatter into the faces of all the brothers who died that night.

They looked at me together, and I woke up in a panic. At the last moment I woke up, I seemed to be able to hear their singing:

"Be one with me..."

I'm going to ruin it! I didn't hesitate for a moment when I was awakened. I walked straight from the bedroom to the hall in my pajamas and barefoot.

In the moonlight of the night, the entire palace was extremely quiet. Along the way, I walked past the dozing guard and headed towards the front hall. Just through a door, I could see it again.

I was alone at night, and after two months, I opened the dust-covered door of this hall again.

It has indeed grown up again! That seedling is now a foot tall and more leaves are growing from its branches!

I can even see its gray roots that have penetrated the soil and the stone tray that supports it at some point, and are gently rhythmizing in the fountain pool!

right! By the Emperor, its roots can move!

It seems that although the last killing did not leave the body to it, there must be something that I cannot see that was left behind so that it could continue to grow.

So, does the soul really exist? It seems that my faith in the Emperor is far from pious enough. This must be my retribution.

I'm going to ruin it!

But I can't. No matter how many ways I tried to hurt it, it would go back to the same shape overnight.

I don't dare to throw it out, it will only lead to worse results.

It has grown so big without me noticing. I couldn't fool myself into throwing it a little further and naively thinking everything would be fine.

In the end, I chose to spend a huge price. I spent half a year's output of the entire galaxy to get a set of small stasis fields from black market merchants.

This is the best I can think of. Since you can't destroy it, at least let it stop its damn growth.

The effect of the stasis field is very good, and it has no disadvantages except for the power consumption.

Fortunately, I had no obligation to explain to anyone the whereabouts of this new energy line, and the seedling finally stopped growing.

I seem to be able to see the plain and happy days waving to me again. Your Majesty, please grant me an honorable end.

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Eleven years of quiet time made my brothers and I extremely grateful for the Emperor's generosity.

I almost forgot this document existed. After all, there is nothing that can be deliberately recorded in peaceful days.

The brothers have gradually integrated into the social circle in the past thirty years, and some have already had children of their own after marrying local nobles.

This is something worth celebrating, after all, it means that the Corps finally has its own offspring.

Forget it, I had permanently lost this function in a battle with the greenskins decades before the Battle of Mandela.

I decided to confirm this child as my heir so that he could enjoy the wonderful life we ​​had built for him.

Something is really wrong with the mining planet next door! If it weren't for the reminder from a passing charter captain, I really wouldn't have noticed that the last tax delivery on track had been 3 years ago!

Captain Charter said that under the scan of his ship's rudimentary auspicious device, there was almost no sign of life on the mining planet.

Something is terribly wrong! what do I do? Thinking about the missing inquisitor before, I seem to have smelled an unknown smell.

I decided to ask the higher-ups for help and immediately blocked traffic within the system.

Fortunately, we have no contact with the mining planet. It is the territory of the rogue trader Sidney, and the same is true for the agricultural planet.

That bastard Sidney! He will pay the price for his actions!

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Another ten years have passed.

We have almost become accustomed to life without satellite planets.

If I hadn't been reminded by the deteriorating economic conditions after the loss of trade in the hive city, I really wouldn't want to think about these troubles.

I can't count on the administrative efficiency of the empire, since there are so many things in such a large territory.

From a matter being reported to the central decision-making body receiving documents, to confirming information, drawing conclusions, determining measures, and determining specific implementation personnel and materials...

If the empire can be regarded as a kind of living thing, then her timeline may never be in the same dimension as us mortals.

I can still wait, because if I can afford life-extending surgery, I still have at least 200 years left to live.

But for the civilians at the lower level, their entire life in the eyes of the empire may be just a moment of distraction between her thoughts.

But some people respond quickly. We finally know what the forces behind the rogue trader were described by the late Sir Bernard, the former permanent undersecretary.

A Chapter of the Astartes! Yes, only this kind of group, which is the leader of many armed forces in the empire, can provide enough protection for a Rogue Trader whose business scope covers several star regions.

Likewise, only this kind of group can wait ten years to appear here, erasing the traces of their asylum, knowing that the Inquisition is already watching.

I was aware of this when the garrison on the system defense system informed me of the identity of the visiting cruiser.

The arrogant and domineering trader Mr. Sidney may have been crushed to ashes in an unknown place by now.

This is the meaning of white gloves. When they are not dirty, they look bright no matter how you look at them; but if they are dirty, the only way to go is to be destroyed.

Presumably these emperor's angels are extremely angry at this moment.

After all, as a spokesperson in a certain sense, you always have to choose between honesty and intelligence.

Either you are honest, so when you get into trouble, someone will promptly wipe your ass;

Either you are very smart, and if you share enough benefits, you will always make most people shut up for you.

But if you are neither honest nor smart. The fate of this person is a lesson for you.

I don't feel any sadness about his disappearance, I even feel a little happy.

But when the command authority of the Orbital Defense Force was suddenly taken over, and the familiar meteor shower began to fall in the sky, I understood what it means to have a fire at the city gate, affecting Chiyu.

I might be dying. Dying for such a ridiculous reason is simply because we know that this Rogue Trader once existed.

And the entire hive city was buried with him.

I am Hailan, Governor Hailan, who will soon involve the entire hive city people to be buried with me.

I haven’t asked for votes, but I’m still a little sad looking at the dwindling number of votes. Otherwise, why don’t I ask for it?

There is another chapter, which will be posted later.