In Warhammer, I am Ultraman Noah

(Chapter 67, typo)

"Help me remove my armor and notify the personnel manager of Second Terra's Municipal Department."

Ryan ignored Santos and let Ronfis take him to disassemble the power armor. Santos, who was standing on the roadside, rubbed his ears. Did he just hear the second word, Terra!

God, this is blasphemy.

Could it be that this Lord Inquisitor came to hunt down these arrogant people who called themselves Second Terra, and arrested all the people on the entire planet and sent them to other places for execution!

This is really cruel. To these alien people, we should teach them the grace of the empire and the sanctity of the emperor, let them return to the right path, and then distribute them to factories everywhere or even in the hive world to shine and atone for their sins. .

It's a pity that the remote planet discovered by the State Church still has the opportunity to do this. It happened that the people of this planet met the officials of the Inquisition. What a misfortune.

"By the way, is this the captain? Call him too."

Santos was still guessing the reason in his mind when he heard the calm voice of the adult coming from in front of him, but in his ears, it was like a terrifying urging sound, which made him feel like he was falling into the ice abyss.

"Faster, adults don't like guys who are inefficient." Longfis added, striding forward.

Brother, I only joined the state religion because of the nepotism in my family from generation to generation, and the descendants of Fuyin!

Santos fell to his knees, how could he test himself with his life? Who can withstand such a test!

If something really happened, it must be that you did something to displease the Emperor and his elders, and you no longer protect our family.

They still have to rush to meetings, take care of the ship life of the seven million citizens of Second Terra, and are busy working.

Each of these people looked gloomy, as if they were about to face something terrible. Yes, with this expression, no one could smile when facing the Inquisition.

After all, the Emperor himself was on their second Terra for a private visit incognito, and Noah was there to bless you. With two suns shining on your face, no one would be confused if you looked at them.

"Another scum of the state religion. Sooner or later I will stuff them all into the Star Torch. Bury them and find someone new who can take charge."

But he forgot how many times the planetary governor of Duria went to the toilet a day. Would the Lord Inquisitor kill himself in a rage?

"That's easy to say. I'll take you to see the emperor."

"It feels really good to be back in the subspace. It would be nice if I could fight here every time."

Hey, no, why are these criminals still sitting down, and why is the old man at the head starting to complain to the Lord Inquisitor!

"Come forward with me."

It's a pity that Santos, who was sent out to show off his face to the world, also had to bear the corresponding risks. He was thinking about whether he should explain more and clearly later to gain a chance of survival.

The co-author interprets "I will take you to see the emperor" as "I will send you to see the emperor".

Moreover, it is also a good opportunity to establish a good relationship with a Space Marine Chapter, especially the sub-group of the Ultramarines of the current Regent. If Duria encounters some monsters in the future, you will be embarrassed when they send out a distress signal. Not saving, right?

Santos, who looked like he had sacrificed his life generously, quickly sat in the conference room of this Ambition-class battleship. Many rooms were renovated on this ship to provide enjoyment for the officials and nobles of the home planet Duria. Of course, every expenditure must strictly abide by the relevant regulations. provided that it would not take up any imperial tax revenue.

The emperor asked them if their brains were rusty. Wasn't it implying that there was still huge space to explore in brain modification? These were all problems faced by the people in the past. If they could be solved by themselves, they would be able to compete in the future. An important research direction for the great sage of the Mechanicum!

It was not until several hours later that these administrative staff left with their filled notebooks in their arms, leaving Santos sitting in his seat, still covered in cold sweat, unable to stand up.

"Okay, it's time for us to go out. When we get to the planet Duria, if your loved ones, relatives, friends, siblings, don't want to believe us -"

Then their fervor intensified, even making the Emperor nostalgic for Icarus, who occasionally said things that made his blood pressure rise.

"Ryan Weir, increase their production tasks and maintenance arrangements. I need them to work twenty-five Terra hours a day. This is subspace, time is not a problem."

There were already two Space Marine Chapters on the stand. Why couldn't he believe that the voice in front of him came from the Emperor?

Seeing that the Emperor had business to deal with, these servitors left respectfully. When they left, they were still discussing how to work twenty-five Terra hours a day. Could it be that they were hinting at the difference between their biological brains and mechanical motherboards? The question is, is there a difference in understanding and changing bios time?

When it comes time to sail out of the local star system and enter the subspace, these administrators must be even more attentive to control and confirm any possible problems.

Theoretically, as long as it doesn't affect tax payments, no one will care how you waste other resources.

Santos's expression had become dull at this time, and everything he said was AbaAba.

Ryan asked curiously: "Mr. Santos, did you not understand anything about the meeting just now? You just need to instruct the people below to cooperate with our work."

Ryan's expression became serious, he looked at Santos and said:

This time he received a transportation mission from the old Star Warrior Chapter, and the Planetary Governor was willing to pay some price so that he could leave a good record in the imperial documents. The additional two Rogue Trader cruisers were obtained through his connections.

"Not only do you keep the truth, but you also keep the establishment. Don't you want to join the state religion and dedicate your life to the emperor? The opportunity is right in front of you."

"No, no, Mr. Inquisitor, I, I have no problem. It's just that, ah, no, you just claimed to be the Supreme Lord, but you are also wearing the Terminator power armor model of the Tribunal, and you are commanding the second-Tyra, Tayla I just can’t understand this area.”

Santos, who was restless, saw the door of the conference room being pushed open, and the Lord Inquisitor walked in and sat on the main seat. Those sinners behind him who dared to call themselves the Second Terra?

This emperor of yours, does he keep his integrity?

How could this be allowed to happen.

He was still young and had not yet seen the sun rise on the second day of Holy Terra.

But his mind has also been captured by the Emperor, who made a helpless voice:

Santos had wrinkles on his face and his legs were trembling, thinking that he would not fall here this time. Uncle, I will try my best to ensure that I will not tell you about your relationship with me to join the state religion at the first minute.

Um--!

But this is impossible! Hasn't Regent Guilliman already dealt with the rebellion in the High Council and is in control?

Since the failure to sell the new talking device to the Emperor, some Tech-priests suddenly realized the lost technology that the Emperor occasionally mentioned, and they couldn't wait to record it into their own brains, and suddenly felt the mystery of the Mechanicum's ascension.

The Emperor looked at the young man, seeing everything about him.

"Sir, I am still young and have never done anything wrong in my life. Please don't kill me and waste your bullets!"

In this way, it can be considered that I have contributed to the empire and sweated, as long as the empire does not need them to shed blood and fight.

If the biological brain can also solidify a certain version of the underlying logic like a mechanical motherboard, does it not require mechanical transformation but reach the level of complete mechanical transformation?

Santos didn't dare to speak anymore, and he was even less willing to believe that the voice coming from the Titan's speaker in front of him came from the great Emperor of the Human Empire.

Snap!

Plop!

Hearing Ryan mention his name, Santos' nervousness suddenly burst out. He jumped up from his seat and began to express that he had absolutely no doubts about the empire. The planetary governor Silio was a model governor and a model of imperial administrators. .

The Emperor's sacred order was given, and Ryan understood.

"Let me introduce first, Mr. Santos Nok from the planet Duria is a member of the state church of the future empire. I don't know yet about his relationship with the planetary governor of Duria, but it should be good."

Yes!

No, if the adults get angry, everyone in this room will die!

Over the years, even the most radical Tech-Priests have retained most of the biological tissue of their brains as part of their living bodies.

Ryan felt his body active in the subspace, threw Santos on the ground, and motioned for the other person to stand up and follow him forward.

With the new research direction, the servitors left happily, looking longingly at the brains of Ryan and the new face Santos. These were living human brains that had not been modified in any way. They were the ones who carried out new research. Wonderful material for research!

"That won't happen. Our loyalty to the Emperor can be proven by the sun and the moon!"

"Very good, the bottom line is flexible. I will entrust dreams to those scumbags so that you can successfully join the state religion. You need to collect all kinds of evidence that the state religion should not exist in the human empire, understand?"

The emperor only issued requests, and Ryan was responsible for fulfilling these requests. It was not too much anyway, giving the old man a wider platform in the real world to take a walk and relieve the lumbar muscle strain caused by sitting on the golden toilet for many years.

The man in front of him was the Emperor, the man with the most incredible knowledge and wisdom inherited in the history of mankind. Even the curse words coming out of his mouth might contain some terrifying and profound mechanical wisdom.

"The person who is speaking to you right now is the Emperor of the Human Empire, the Lord of Humanity."

These motor oil guys have too much energy and need to have their mouths and teeth trained properly.

Will the Second Terra directly create an Emperor?

Um? After all, the Second Empire only had a regent.

"Who is this green-haired boy wearing a classical dress from the 24th century? Why does he have a tattoo of the scriptures of the state religion? Those guys would rather engrave Lorgar's words on their skin than remember my words in their minds. "

Even though eleven out of ten sentences are questioning whether their brains are rusty.

"That's enough, Santos, you need to cooperate with our work on the Second Terra. What exactly is the Second Terra, the two Chapter Masters of the Old Star Warriors and the Faceless Men will explain to you later. Also, you Don’t you want to join the state religion? In the name of the Supreme Lord, I approved it.”

Ryan led Santos forward and watched as the Guardian Titan turned around and heard a voice coming from it:

Because the administrative structure of Second Terra had already been formed when we were on the ground, the main purpose of this meeting was to allow people to adapt to the sailing life that would take nearly more than a month.

Ryan smiled and patted Santos on the shoulder and said:

Santos sat down on the ground, his chair overturned behind him, and cried bitterly:

Ryan smiled and picked up the young man who was crying with tears in his eyes. He called out the emperor's name and let the subspace cover him.

"Ryan Weir, make some space on your ship. I don't want to stay here any longer. When did the Mechanicus become such a ghost?"

Even without the interference of the Four Gods of Chaos, the pure energy of the Warp will induce and corrode people's emotions to extremes, whether the extremes are positive or negative.

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"Let's start as soon as everyone is here. The sooner it's over, the sooner we'll be free."

Seeing Santos singing along and having such a powerful ability to change faces, Ryan also believed that their second Terra was on the planet Duria, so they would not face too many harsh criticisms and difficulties, and the problems they encountered could be solved easily.

Ryan knocked on the table, and everyone fell silent, and their expressions became determined and serious. On the contrary, Santos, the current nominal owner of the ship, couldn't help but tremble, and didn't know what to say for a while.

These people had to read the names of Brother Huang and Brother Nuo and walk into the transmission device every time, without any incident.

"You will live up to your command!"

In the darkness, only this city of all machines standing on the mechanical base shines with the molten light of the foundry all night long.

Twenty-seven Titans are contained within the frame. Among them, the tallest one is walking on the platform of the mechanical base, followed by a large number of Mechanicum servitors holding recorders and paper documents. It seems that it is Listen to the sounds coming from Titan.

The emperor had to translate his words.

Thinking of this, after these technical priests completed their daily production tasks, they followed the Titan of Guardian Power and recorded every sentence uttered from the speaker.

Santos spoke weakly, already wondering in his mind whether a terrible civil strife broke out in Holy Terra. The supreme lords began to fight with each other, just like what was recorded in the hidden history. Before the Emperor unified Holy Terra, the warlords fought in a melee. A scene of divided heroes.

Ryan asked the dull-looking Santos to sit down and quickly started working, arranging the schedules of the people in charge of each area, especially those who had to go to and from other Rogue Trader ships.

It's just that Duria's location in the galaxy is not remote. The planetary governor can't be too arrogant and licentious. Many rogue traders and imperial fleets will temporarily stop here for supplies. Therefore, they can only relax slightly to enjoy a pleasant rest after work. Be careful and avoid being overheard by many people who would take advantage of the opportunity to rip you off.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

Santos, who was stared at by the Mechanicus with physical fear, hurriedly hid behind Ryan. He didn't know that this was subspace, and he didn't realize which being made the sound just now.

The people of Second Terra paid no attention to this alien official. They were used to the respectful behavior of people or things from the sky towards Master Ryan.

"Reporting to your lord, the planetary governor of Duria is His Excellency Sirio Roy. Duria has not missed any tithes over the years. He resolutely cooperates with every action of the imperial army and is absolutely loyal to the emperor! Even the security clearance of the bottom hive is difficult. It’s very effective. There are relevant documents on the ship for your review!”