Stars for the good Warhammer

As the city of Magna ushered in a new day in peace and tranquility, and as word of mouth spread among people in the city, a slightly outrageous rumor gradually became a hot topic among the local Macragge people.

It is said that in a restaurant in the old city yesterday, a big eater had eaten enough pancakes for a hundred people in one sitting, and after that, he tried to pay with a currency that no one had ever seen before. .

What is even more puzzling is that when the shop owner wanted to notify the Sheriff, several Emperor's Angels entered the restaurant at this time and formed a knot for the strange guest in the name of the Ultramarines Chapter. The remaining payment made the residents of the old city couldn't help but feel curious about the identity of the big eater.

The only thing that can be confirmed at the moment is that the other party seems to be a foreign girl with long white hair.

On the other side, in the private bedroom of the Primarch of Hera Fortress, Guilliman has been completely depressed since the meeting officially ended. At this moment, he seems to be no longer the god-like Primarch, but More like a big boy who has been wronged.

Whenever I close my eyes, the tide of objections and the ferocious faces seem to be all still in front of my eyes.

In the name of thinking, he locked himself in the room alone, just to find a moment of peace. This was the third time since he woke up from his deep sleep. Initially, he learned about the empire and the national religion from the living saint Celestine. At the time of the current situation, the second time it was due to the hostility and rejection of the Astartes due to the promotion of the Primaris Space Marines, but now it is simply despairing of the short-sightedness and greed of those mortals.

Guilliman only felt a headache when he thought about the resistance he might encounter in the future. Perhaps he should have taken some tough measures against those opponents at the venue, but considering the possible consequences, he did not really do that. Do it. After all, the current situation is bad enough. Guilliman doesn't want any more troubles to occur.

Right now, he just wants to reach cooperation with the Alliance as soon as possible, so that the Empire can master this fantastic technology as quickly as possible, and apply them to the increasingly worse battle conditions on the front line.

Perhaps this will become a real hope that can change the empire and save it from the quagmire. I don’t know if the emperor learns of all this, what kind of thoughts will the other party have? For a moment, only the rich voice of Chapter Leader Calgar came in from outside the door.

"Father, the alliance's envoys are currently waiting in the conference room. Do you plan to see them now?"

This voice seemed to bring a glimmer of hope to the sinking original body, which made him impatiently sit up from the antique bed that was once regarded as a sacred object by the members of the Chapter. For Guilliman, this can It can be regarded as one of the few good news nowadays.

Soon, convened by Guilliman, a group of emissaries selected by the Primarch himself to support cooperation followed him to the conference hall on the top floor of the fortress.

Seeing Guilliman's arrival, Otto stood up from the table on his own initiative. He first expressed his approval for the prosperity of Magna City, and then apologized for the trouble caused not long ago by the little idiot Gray Wind. .

God knows, that little guy would actually take out those coins from his pocket that were issued by the Ultramar government ten thousand years ago with a flick of his lips after having eaten and drank enough, engraved with Sanguinius and Rai. He held up the coins with his head to check out, which naturally caused a commotion in the city.

After a while, when the group of people successfully sat down, Otto took the lead in asking the Primarch in front of them in a curious tone.

"I wonder how that meeting turned out?"

Facing the inquiry, the original body stood up on its own initiative, and then in a serious tone, under the watchful eyes of all the representatives present, spoke the contents of the agreement that was destined to be permanently recorded in the history of the empire.

"We have officially accepted all the conditions proposed by you. Since the date of completion of the agreement, there are a total of 294 habitable worlds in the three star regions within the Obscurity Star Territory and 61 orbital residential stations belonging to them. And all the powers of subordinates will be transferred to the alliance. "

"As long as you can fulfill the agreement and provide 10 hyperdrive engines to Mars every Terran month, then in the name of the Emperor, the Empire will be very happy to establish an equal cooperative relationship with the Alliance, and the Empire will officially recognize it. And respect the status of the Ashes Alliance. At the same time, the Alliance can also have its own representative seat in the Terran Parliament. I will assure you that the Empire will never interfere in the internal affairs and development of the Alliance."

Good guy. Now the double-headed eagle has officially transformed into a three-headed bird.

There are a total of 355 worlds in the three star sectors, which is much more than Otto's original request. More importantly, in terms of the political rights granted, it is basically the same as that of the Mechanicus. This is enough to show that the original body the importance attached to this cooperation.

And all he has to pay is a batch of primitive hyperlight engines with only the initial technological level. For the alliance, these conditions are just like a free gift. But even so, this is not a game after all. In the future, for the three The integration work of Baishijie must still have a long way to go, and one of the issues that concerns Otto the most is.

"Mr. Guilliman, if that's the case, how can you ensure that the original rulers of the three hundred worlds can obediently follow the orders in this agreement?"

Faced with Otto's question, Guilliman just looked calmly at the mortal confidants sitting in the audience seats in the distance, as well as the Emperor's Imperial Guards wearing golden armor standing in front of the conference room, and then spoke calmly. said.

"I will send representatives specially selected by me. They are all loyal and wise people selected by me personally. These people are my messengers and can make great achievements in many fields. They will serve as my mouthpieces. To prove the authenticity of the agreement.”

"In addition, as the speaker of the throne, Marshal Trajan will also send a shield guard company of the Imperial Army to follow the envoy group to represent the position of the emperor himself and the Terran government."

A company of golden corn? He seemed to have thought of something when he heard this, shortly after Guilliman finished speaking.

"If possible, I would like to name Captain Achalo to take charge of this mission."

The main reason why such a request is specifically made is because even within the Forbidden Army, everyone has a different personality. Compared with those guys who are either aloof or paranoid to the point of being crazy, they have an imperial temperament. Acharo, known as the Messenger of Mercy, is like a saint.

It is a pity that such a rare human light did not escape the evil clutches of GW in the original work. Now Otto wants to take this opportunity to prevent subsequent tragedies from happening and tear up the scripts of those sloppy editors.

However, considering the previous encounters of the Torchbearer fleet, Otto continued to ask the original body in front of him.

"If those people are still unwilling to cooperate, or..."

At this point, Otto's tone paused, and a meaningful look appeared in his eyes.