Stars for the good Warhammer

Is the existence of the Alliance a new hope for the human empire and even the entire galaxy?

Or does it bring new threats?

For this question, the girl named Gray Wind did not answer directly, but meaningfully claimed that some things are better seen with one's own eyes. After that, she first sent people to send the merchants to the fortress world [Keml] that had just been bombed by the fleet.

Standing in the research ship with stealth function, Abelard, a merchant from the Solar Star Region, saw that after the previous continuous orbital bombardment, the defense facilities originally built outside the hive city had been completely destroyed. The dense light spears cut off the mountaintops and blasted out gullies in the already barren land. The raging flames and dust from the burning building debris dyed the sky crimson.

Facing the fleet that covered the sky and the pressure brought by the Sky Fortress, the nobles in the fortress were obviously unwilling to give up easily. Under the order of the crazy tyrant, taking advantage of the pause in the orbital bombardment, millions of lower-class residents in the hive city were driven to the extremely harsh wilderness with almost no means of protection.

In order to protect the power of the family, the tyrant's minions and gang members forced the people to dig trenches like spider webs outside the hive city, using tunnels and bunkers built with waste materials to form an extremely simple defense line under the threat of muskets and bayonets, guarding the hive city fortress where the nobles hid and opened multiple void shields.

These people had almost no weapons that were threatening enough, and there were no heavy equipment in the positions. In fact, the high temperature and toxic air on the surface alone was enough to kill them. Obviously, the tyrant just wanted to use those poor people to buy more time for himself.

After witnessing the general situation of the battlefield, Abelard knew very well that this could not be called a battle at all. Once the ground battle officially started, it would only become a one-sided massacre. Perhaps the girl named Gray Wind wanted to use this to further demonstrate the absolute dominance of the alliance and the fate of opposing it.

Apparently, the people on the ground also realized this. Looking at the [Hymn Throne] that almost covered the entire sky, some people began to pray, praying for salvation.

Then, something unexpected happened.

At first, Abelard thought that these poor people driven out of the fortress would be hit by orbital surgery first, so as to clear the obstacles for the Legion's attack. However, as the bombing was restarted, countless light spears fell from the sky to the ground and were finally concentrated on the fortress where the nobles hid.

Under the saturation attack from the Sky Fortress and the fleet, the deadly bombing was like hail piercing the awning made of plastic film. After only three seconds, the barrier that the nobles thought was safe was torn to pieces. Ironically, most of the people who were driven out to die by them were saved.

Later, under the instigation of the Alliance, countless men and women in the chaos began to turn their guns and join the siege against the nobles and their minions.

After seeing the tyrant being pulled out of the rubble and executed in front of everyone, the scene of the people cheering for the "saviors" left a deep impression on Abelard.

He didn't understand why those people reacted like this.

How could they be sure that the alliance would bring favors?

Shortly after that, the girl named Gray Wind led the representatives of the Empire to several surrounding planets, where they saw neat and orderly cities and factories, producers in neat uniforms, and people who gathered and laughed in the green gardens after environmental transformation. Even for the well-informed wandering merchants, such scenes were extremely rare.

Abelard did not believe that the Alliance, which holds such power, would treat these humble beings in such a gentle and even dreamy way. Perhaps all this was just a specially prepared performance. While the Alliance personnel were talking with the merchants, Abelard, who was walking in the garden square, stopped a young woman who was operating a data board by the green belt alone, ready to use his actions to expose the Alliance's lies.

"Hey, I have some questions to ask you."

Due to excessive concentration, the voice did not attract the other party's attention at first, until Abelard stood beside the woman.

When she saw that a nobleman with luxurious clothes and a serious expression appeared in front of her, the panicked woman instinctively wanted to kneel down and salute, and kept asking for forgiveness for her impoliteness.

However, at the moment she was about to bend down, as her peripheral vision accidentally caught a glimpse of the data board in her hand, and recalled her current identity as a citizen of the Alliance, the woman, who was trembling like a small animal, immediately stood up again under Abelard's gaze.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

Looking at the nervous face of the woman, Abelard first looked her up and down carefully. Judging from her healthy figure and her ability to operate the data board skillfully, she should be the child of a wealthy businessman or official.

"If I remember correctly, this world called Gragg was originally supposed to have a large hive city used to produce promethium, but now it has been transformed by the Alliance into a dome world with greenhouses. I want to know how the Alliance dealt with those things. The untouchables who originally lived in the lower nest.”

As he spoke, Abelard raised his head and looked at the transparent dome covering the city. According to his understanding, the world called Gragg was originally a world of death that could bear the same name as Valhalla.

Due to the unstable stellar activity, the planet is in extreme cold and ice most of the time. Except for a few people, most residents in the hive can only stay warm through the toxic waste gas regularly discharged from the factory.

Abelard wanted to know how the Alliance dealt with those people. In his opinion, there might not be much difference between the Empire and the Alliance, because this is exactly how the galaxy operates.

"In addition, I want to know your true thoughts on alliance rule. Don't worry. If you are willing to answer seriously and tell your true thoughts, then I will give you a generous reward."

As he spoke, the slightly fat man took out three small throne coins with his fingers from his jacket pocket. They were a common currency in the human empire. Just three coins were enough to buy many coins. Chao Lao's life.

What surprised Abelard was that after hearing the word "untouchable", the eyes of the woman in front of him gradually changed.

"Sir, I don't understand what you plan to do, but I am the pariah you mentioned. My parents are refiners of the promethium element factory. They died in the factory long before the alliance fleet arrived. Those who died in the hands of you nobles were helped by the Alliance to bury them."

The woman's words caused Abelard to fall silent.

"The Alliance has given us survivors two choices. One is to leave here and go to work in the ideal city of Haven, and the other is to stay here and join the upcoming planetary development activities. The Lord named Gabriel ordered the construction for us. This [Perfect City] served as a settlement for the colonists who stayed in Gragg.”

Listening to the woman's firm tone, Abelard couldn't believe his ears at this moment.

"Are you saying that this dome city was built specifically for you by the Alliance?"

"With the help of Lord Gabriel's [Machine Soul] troops, it is not difficult to build a small settlement."

When he heard this, looking at the blooming flower bed in the distance, Abelard hesitated for a moment, and then asked in a skeptical tone after about ten seconds.

"Then what's the price? Why on earth did the leader of the alliance do this?"

"There is no price. According to Lord Gabriel, the Lord of Ashes is planning to build Graag into a scholarly city dedicated to cultivating scholars. In addition, the Alliance also gave me this."

As the words fell, the young woman took off the leather glove on her right hand and showed the advanced prosthetic hand in front of the Rogue Trader. Judging from the fineness of the production, it was obviously not cheap. The product, at least from Abelard's perspective, was right.

"I understand how you feel, sir."

Looking at the other party's pupils full of shock, the woman's expression at this moment was extremely complicated.

"Perhaps in your eyes, we lower-class people should not enjoy such a life. In fact, we also thought so before the alliance officially took over Gragg."

"Those people used the technology they had on us for free, and also gave us the opportunity to receive education, housing and secure jobs. This is what the alliance did to us, maybe you Didn’t want to hear that answer but it’s the truth.”

It sounds like a paradise world that only appears in fairy tales. The woman's words actually aroused Abelard's vigilance. Long before setting off, the state church priests had reminded themselves that the alliance might Masters some extremely dangerous brainwashing technology.

Otherwise, how can we explain that some people, after having contact with the Alliance, will find ways to come to the Alliance's territory even at the expense of all their money. What is even more frightening is that some state religion agents who are responsible for investigating the Alliance even appear after Yu Haiwen has been dormant for several months. defection.

With caution and in order to collect as much information as possible, Abelard continued to ask.

"So what about those people in the alliance? What do they do in their daily lives? I'm curious about what kind of social structure the alliance has."

Regarding this question, the woman hesitated for a moment.

"As far as I know, the alliance is roughly divided into five levels of authority based on the social authority possessed by individuals."

"The fifth level is for those Imperials who have recently joined the Alliance. They have the least permissions, and many public facilities are not open to them."

"The fourth level is for imperial people who have received education and passed tests. These people are the most common alliance citizens today. Members who have achieved this level can get a special points account, and points are equivalent to the concept of money. It can be obtained through work or certain social activities.”

"The third level is for soldiers and scholars who have reached a certain level of education. Once you enter this level, you will officially have the opportunity to be genetically promoted, and you can receive your first [genetic trait]."

Gene promotion? This unfamiliar word obviously caught Abelard's attention, and the young woman explained it at his request.

"It is a genetic enhancement surgery that can enhance the attributes of a certain aspect. At present, the more commonly used traits I know are these, [Intelligence], [Strongness] and [Longevity]."

"The second level is for those archons of the alliance and some people who have made great contributions. These people can obtain the second exclusive characteristic. As for the first level, no one knows what conditions can reach this level, but it is said that this level has a special name called [Hymn]."

Listening to the other party's endless explanation, Abelard just silently observed the artificial paradise full of gardens and temple buildings under his feet with the corner of his eyes, and stared at the half-moon sword-shaped alliance emblem above the city hall.

"Does your choice now mean that you have abandoned your faith in the Emperor?"

"The Lord of Ashes did not deny the Emperor, and I think the Emperor will not deny the existence of the Alliance either."

"So what if one day the Terra government asks you to return to the embrace of the Empire?"

Faced with the inquiry, the young woman had almost no hesitation.

"We will do everything we can to protect our new life."

Just when the fat man wanted to say something else, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Mr. Abelard, what are you doing here?"

The sudden voice startled the other party. When he turned around, he saw Gray Wind standing behind him. The man quickly restored his previous smiling face, but before he could speak, the voice of the communication officer came from the headset.

"Sir, we just received an order allegedly from the Primarch."

"No matter what conditions the Alliance will put forward now and in the future, we must not refuse and must ensure that the Alliance's emotions are appeased."

When Abelard heard this sentence, he felt a little incredible. He couldn't believe that the Primarch would say such a thing.

And the next sentence of the other party shocked him even more.

"Lord Robert Guilliman has set off now. He will go to Haven in person as quickly as possible for the next negotiation."

The Primarch actually planned to take a break from the expedition and go to Haven in person?

What exactly happened here?

Could it be related to the old lady named Yuton?