Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 224 The Imperial Guard needs them, but they need us

The second lieutenant looked at the extremely huge radio in the command area in a playful manner. He was currently responsible for receiving most of the empire's signals and even astrological signals. It was not easy, but he had always enjoyed the hardships.

In just a few days, he learned how to detach from the sea of ​​complicated and obscure information, because he realized that his mission was to find the signals the Imperial Guard needed, not to process them all.

In his smart understanding, signals are divided into four types: hopeless, salvageable, useful, and useless.

If a civilian ship is attacked by pirates, it is hopeless. A commercial frigate can be saved. But if there are still people who do not understand the market and do not emphasize the reward, then it will be useless. If the reward is emphasized, a destroyer will be arranged to take a look, and that's it.

But that is not because the second lieutenant is ruthless, but because there are countless messy star messages, and there are tens of thousands of messages in just a few light years. That empire is so huge, and without radio signals, he cannot "help Tiandong" You can live a smoother life.

But tomorrow he went a little too far, and even brought lunch directly to work to taste. The reason is also very simple. Tomorrow the Inquisitor will reach the confinement of that world. In other words, the Imperial Guard cannot attack. They want the best. state to greet those stupid fellows.

The second lieutenant looked at those vague star messages, orc attacks, traitors' betrayal, external chaos, and messy things in that universe, like black dye staining the whole world. He ate the bread and thought that he should transfer that position as soon as possible. He would rather fight than stay there.

"It's boring and disgusting..." The second lieutenant tore into the last piece of fresh meat and cursed again. He wanted to save everyone, but he was not an emperor, he was just an ordinary person.

He gulped down the food and drank the cheap wine that was not clean. Then he looked around to see if there were any of those old men from Chuji Academy who said "No drinking during duty hours!", then pinched his earlobe and begged him. Ask him to copy the wrong hymn to the Emperor...

He seems like a habitual criminal, even though he often forgets that he is also the leader of the facility and can even command the Imperial Navy to rescue. Although he is not requesting it in name, he does have the right.

It's nothing for an Imperial destroyer to destroy an alien world with a population of about 1.4 billion that hasn't even set foot on its home planet. Even the gang members there are monster fighting legions that have tens of thousands of years of technology ahead of them, let alone the Imperial land forces. .

That kind of power is certainly terrifying, but the exaggerated wars that the second lieutenant experienced every day had made him unaware of how powerful he was, and his years of military career had engraved the feeling of roasting into his bones.

But it cannot be denied that he is one of the few very useful people in the vast empire's expansion system. Especially when he looked at Didi's roaring communicator and the subsequent translation of the star language content, he learned that a pretty good one, The ship used to transport passengers and carried at least 3,000 people from the Wei family was killed. It seemed that there was an external rebellion and that it was approaching that world.

The first thing he thought of was, no, noble, die well.

He also doubted that he was born a civilian and had some hatred towards the rich. Although Xing Yu said that the transportation company was willing to pay a lot of money and obviously understood the market, the second lieutenant still couldn't move at this moment.

He yawned and heard the boss's voice coming from the communicator again. "Come to the star port quickly, people are here. Don't wrinkle your uniforms and put on your helmet." It sounded like a worried old father begging his son to go for an interview. The second lieutenant arranged his clothes in a boring way and took the soldiers in his company with him. Go there and prepare it as a backdrop.

Put on your military boots and march. A huge army gathered in front of the starport, including tanks, armor, Imperial engines, Catachan, stormtroopers, and Partoria legions. They formed two lines to welcome the two unlucky guys.

A war-like atmosphere permeated the place. An elite mobilization of almost hundreds of thousands of people appeared to be respectful, but in fact they were full of murderous intent and overflowed with desire.

Alan Bair, Lord of the Sun, stood at the landing point of the star port. He was wearing a rare set of golden relic armor and holding a long-edged power sword on his leg. He looked like a medieval lord or someone from the feudal world. king.

The light of stars shines on the armor, and the tens of thousands of soldiers look like a giant green dragon crawling in the atmosphere.

Countless giant ships docked in the void and lined up in a row, and many people marveled at the beauty of the Sun Lord's work, the neat queues and the heart-shaking etiquette team. In fact, in the empire that worships force, is this behavior not recognized, so the empire The essence is that except for operations like the Terran Parade, there are rarely such large-scale troop movements.

And when the second lieutenant hurriedly went to bring the troops, Alan Bayer opened his mouth to reprimand him. In contrast, Dong arrived earlier. The private recruited in Pan Lan, to be precise, he was no longer a lieutenant. The young man who commanded before Pan Lan's war was very exciting. Compared with Second Lieutenant Dong, although he was also remarkable, his command was always far inferior.

Not only did he go to a military school and have a professional background, he was also more upright and smarter than the second lieutenant. Basically, most people thought that that child would inherit the Sun Lord's troops, except for Skadi's first and only regiment. Engal, Fraxia and other troops.

But Kane, Qi Fan, and the chief of staff all thought that the person who would succeed him was the second lieutenant, private, and Ru Ming's lieutenant was very jealous because of this, but his etiquette also kept him in his heart, and there was the heartless second lieutenant. I thought it was silly for the boss to ask him to see the communicator.

In fact, Alanbair asked him to learn ship signals and models to make up for his lack of professional military training. Commanding soldiers is not as good as commanding soldiers. They need to consider more. Alanbair thinks that the lieutenant is not easy to command, but he does not have the ability to lead the troops to break through adversity. On the contrary, the second lieutenant has it, but he still needs time.

But now the Sun Lord is in good health and the war is in full swing. Although people who know him know that if the war is over, he will definitely take a vacation or repair the devastated Skadi, but he will never continue the expedition...

But in that era, those who have the ability should devote themselves to the empire until death. They will not die or continue to work. Becoming an instructor or a planetary defense team is just a dream.

But Alanbair knows, so he is very important now. Getting the approval of the Tribunal can exchange for his clean retirement and the expedition will go smoothly. Even if he is half-forced, he will help them in the revenge expedition of that black ship!

When his thoughts stopped, the engines in the void roared, and several transport ships landed. Ailanbaier imagined the surprised expressions of the Inquisitor and other nobles, while moving forward, speaking complex high Gothic in the most noble tone of his life.

He saw the beautiful woman in leather clothes like the Inquisitor's uniform, with blonde hair and blue eyes, looking at the situation there in surprise.

He spoke in a standard accent. "Welcome, guests of the Inquisition, there are threats from the Red Pirates traitors there, so they can be so vigilant. If you disturb us, please take care of us."

His external armor made a sound. "Boss, he just saw that ship, that is not..." Ailanbaier turned off the communicator and continued in low Gothic. "Please go to visit that world with him, and they will talk about the distribution later..."

The lieutenant was very anxious at this moment. During that time, he had trained himself to remember the appearance and number of ships. When the gorgeous transport ship that grew in the liquid plateau docked, he realized that the ship had applied for a damn rescue alarm.

But it was too late. He could not break up the meeting, and he could only expect the Sun Lord to change the situation again. The negotiation situation became quiet as the lieutenant felt. The judge did not answer, and just looked at the dark transport ship where no one had walked out.

Alan Baier only realized now why other guests did not show up, and the number of dozens of transport ships in Luodong was obviously too many, and there should not be so many just to solicit customers.

Then he tasted a suffocating aroma and a complex scripture sound composed of high Gothic. After many high-pitched voices, nobles wearing coarse cloth and reading scriptures came out. Why could Alan Baier judge whether they were nobles? They were too fat.

Then there were many mortals and imperial citizens like pilgrims. They surrounded and surrounded the old man who slowly left the transport plane, with wrinkled skin, huge scriptures and prayers that were so pious that they made people feel touched.

"Like the Emperor in the heavens, His gifts, His collections, His blessings, like the grace of the Emperor and his descendants, spread to the world, they are all his sons, they are all his children." The old man sang praises to the Emperor, stepped forward, and the army of prayers also moved forward. Surrounded by thousands of people, the nobles led the way, and the huge number of faith troops actually exceeded the martial virtues of the citizens of the empire.

Kane couldn't help but sigh. "The Emperor and all his saints!"

Commander Qi Fan had a complicated expression, Ryan bowed devoutly, and the others probably did the same. Only Alan Baier was a little unhappy. His almost perfect welcoming ceremony was broken, but when the burning ashes were scattered by mortals and citizens other than the citizens of the empire knelt down to the old man, he had to admit that he had encountered a thorn.

The lady of the Inquisition also turned her head and began to tell Alanbar, the Lord of the Sun, about a thing that the old man had used to travel in the subspace for three days to completely break the order of a transport ship that had lasted for a hundred years, and turned it into a state religion preaching ship in the fastest time.

Alanbar rubbed his cheeks, feeling quite troubled, but the old man walked straight over and took out the wrinkled brown paper from his chest. "Lord of the Sun, respected warrior, leader, he came on behalf of the Empire's state religion. You can call him the pious. He has no name, just asceticism."

Alanbar took the brown paper, looked at the face in front of him, and realized that the state religion still had not given up the spoils. "That's my purpose. He keeps talking about asceticism, but he doesn't come for gold and silver treasures."

The old man shook his head. "He is the state religion, the emperor, and the empire."

Alanbar asked. "Why is the state religion first and the emperor second? Isn't the core of the state religion centered on the emperor?" The old man held the skeleton rosary in his hand and argued. "After the golden age, the chaotic era came, rebellion, death, the honor and glory of the empire were no longer there, and the state religion turned the tide and unified mankind." "The Pope was guided by the God of Light to open up a thousand years of peace for the empire." "But the premise of all this is the emperor, isn't it? To evaluate accurately, for him, probably no, we are already shaking the foundation." Alan Baier commented. The old man replied. "The God Emperor doesn't care about many things in the mortal world. He chooses, He approves, He blesses, and He allows." "It is because of the selfless dedication of many people in the state religion that the empire can exist and last forever." "The state religion is now the link that connects the entire galaxy." His words are seamless. From the perspective of the empire, if there is no faith, this huge human civilization will fall apart in an instant, without a doubt. But Alan Baier asked. "What is the state religion of the empire?"

The old man replied as if he was endorsing. "The Emperor once walked among men, but He is, and always has been, a god.

The Emperor has walked among mortals, but he is no god now or in the future.

The Emperor is the one true god, regardless of what past faiths any human may have worshiped.

Is the Emperor the only true god? Humanity seeks to forget all past beliefs.

To purge the heretic, beware the psyker and mutant, and abhor the alien.

Purify heretics, be wary of the weird and mutants, and hate aliens

Every human being has a place within the Emperor's divine order.

Everyone has a place in the Emperor's divine order."

Alan Beyer said. "Then he already believes in the greatness of the Emperor Huang Dog, enjoys the Emperor's blessing, and fights against heretics, demons, alien mutants, and becomes the core of the Emperor's national religion."

"Then, aren't the Empire's state religion and the Space Marines the same as the empire's state religion?"

The old man was stunned and thought about something. "But we are not grateful for the Emperor's grace."

Alan Bair waved his leg to call a guard. "Bring me the field leg book."

The guard took out the leg book he carried with him, and Alan Bair opened the first page. On it were clearly written the praises and grace of the emperor, followed by a full 120 pages of battlefield prayers, and according to the guard The culture of the place of birth has changed, making it even more clear.

"Isn't that okay?" Alan Bayer said.

The old man lowered his head, the runes on his head were wrinkled, and said again. "The Holy Cardinals shall be the state religion."

Alan Bayer scolded. "Then the Emperor is not as good as the Holy Cardinal?"

said the old man. "They are not the Emperor's spokesmen."

At this moment, the debate reached its peak, and the Sun Lord spoke bluntly. "But they won't clean up the heretics there. If they keep the supplies there, every bullet, every shot, and every mouthful of food will allow the Emperor's heirs to kill more enemies, they will benefit."

After a while, the silent believers couldn't help but speak. "No Emperor!"

"No Emperor!"

The old man looked left and right, then looked at the young man who was shining with light in front of him, like an emperor encircling him, and smiled. "I've heard your name for a long time, Mingyue Cai, I've been taught."

"It turns out that the Imperial Guard doesn't need them, but they need us..."

"He will hold onto that matter and beg that the Imperial Guard can eat all the supplies. In the name of his Terran religion, the world where the Sun Lord is located can be granted special tax exemption."

Alan Bayer only came back to his senses at this moment. "Holy Terra?"

The old man nodded...