Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 224 It's not that the Imperial Guard needs us, but we need you

The second lieutenant looked at the particularly huge radio in the command area, and he was currently responsible for receiving most of the signals of the empire and even the astronomical language. It was not easy, but he always had fun.

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

Under his clever understanding, the signals are divided into four types, those that cannot be saved, those that can be saved, those that are useful, and those that are useless.

Civilian ships are hopeless if they are attacked by pirates, and commercial frigates can be saved, but there are still people who don’t understand the market and don’t emphasize the rewards, so it’s useless to save them.

But this is not because the second lieutenant is ruthless, but because there are countless messy star languages, and there will be tens of thousands of messages in just a few light years. How huge is this empire, not to mention the radio signals, he can only "help the world" Be smoother.

But today he went a little too far, and even brought his lunch to work to taste. The reason is very simple. Today is the day when the Inquisitor arrives in this world. In other words, it is impossible for the Imperial Guard to attack. State hello to those dumb folks.

The second lieutenant looked at those vague star language, orc attacks, traitor betrayal, civil strife, messy things in this universe, like black dyed the whole world, he ate bread, thinking that he should transfer this position earlier, He would rather fight than stay here.

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

He swallowed the food whole, drank the unclean cheap wine, and then subconsciously looked around to see if there were any old bones from the Faithful Academy shouting "Drinking is not allowed during duty!", then pinched his earlobe and asked him Scribe the Hymn to the Emperor...

He looks like a habitual criminal, even though he often forgets that he is the head of this facility, and can even command the Imperial Navy to rescue, although it is a request in name, he does have the right.

It's nothing for an imperial destroyer to destroy a alien world with a population of about 14 billion that has not stepped out of its home planet. Even the jumping troops on it are monster fighting legions that surpass their technology by tens of thousands of years, let alone the imperial land troops. .

This kind of power is certainly terrifying, but the exaggerated wars that the second lieutenant has experienced every day have made him not aware of how powerful he is, and his years of military career have engraved the feeling of being managed into his bone marrow.

But it cannot be denied that he is one of the few people in the expansion system of this huge empire who is still easy to use, especially when he saw Didi's roaring communicator and the subsequent translation of the star language content, he learned that a very good transport The ship used to carry passengers, carrying at least [-] nobles, was killed. It seems that there was an internal rebellion, and it was approaching this world.

The first thing he thought of was, nobleman, a good death.

He is also born as a commoner, so he must be somewhat hating the rich. Although Xingyu said that the transportation company is willing to pay a lot of money and obviously understands the market, the second lieutenant is still unable to move at this moment.

He yawned, and heard the boss's voice from the communicator again. "Come to Xinggang, people are coming, don't wrinkle your military uniform, and wear a helmet." It sounded like a worried old father asking his son to go for an interview. The second lieutenant tidied up his clothes in every possible way, and brought the soldiers of his company Go there and get ready for a backdrop.

The military boots are on, the march is busy, and a huge army is gathered in front of the star port, tanks, armor, imperial engines, Catachan, Stormtroopers, and Partoria Legion, and they are lined up in two rows to welcome the two unlucky ones.

The breath of war permeates here, a mobilization of nearly 10 elites seems to be respectful, but in fact the killing intent is full, and it is even overflowing.

Alan Bair, the Lord of the Sun, standing at the landing point of the Starport, wearing a rare set of golden relic armor and holding a long-bladed power sword. He is not far behind. He looks like a medieval lord, or the king of the feudal world .

The light of the stars shone on the armor, and the tens of thousands of soldiers looked like a 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 face-saving work. The neat queue and the soul-stirring etiquette team are actually unacceptable behaviors in the empire that worships force, so the empire Essentially, there are very few troop formations of this magnitude outside of operations like the Grand Parade on Terra.

And when the second lieutenant rushed over with the troops, Alan Baier reprimanded him. In contrast, he arrived earlier. The second-class soldier recruited in Pan Lan was already a lieutenant. Lan's war was very exciting. In comparison, although the second lieutenant was also remarkable, his command was always a little worse.

Not only did he go to military school, but he also came from a professional background, and he was more upright and smarter than the second lieutenant. Basically, most people believed that this kid would inherit the Sun Lord's troops, except for the first and only Skadi regiment, like Gray Engal, Fraxia and other troops.

But Kane, Qi Fan, and the chief of staff all thought that the person who would succeed him was a second lieutenant and a second-class soldier. The current lieutenant is also very jealous because of this, but his etiquette has always kept him in his heart. Only the second lieutenant feels heartless. Boss is stupid for asking him to look at the communicator.

In fact, Alan Bayer asked him to understand the ship signal and model to make up for his lack of professional military training. Commanders are not big soldiers, they need to consider more, and Alan Bayer thinks that the lieutenant is a good commander. But it's not that he doesn't 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 at this moment, the Sun Lord is in good health, and the war is in full swing. Although those who know him clearly know that if the war is over, he will definitely put aside his fame and wealth and go on vacation, or go to repair the devastated Skadi, but he will definitely not continue the expedition...

But in this era, those who are capable should devote themselves to the empire, and die. Either die or continue to work. Becoming an instructor or a planetary defense team is just a dream.

But Alan Baier knew it well, so this moment is very important. With the approval of the trial court, he can get his retirement clean, and the expedition will go smoothly.

When his thoughts stopped, the buzzing engines roared in the void, and several transport ships fell, Alan Bayer imitated the surprised expressions of the judge and other nobles, and said in the most noble tone in his life as he moved forward A complex High Gothic language.

He saw the beautiful woman in a leather jacket that looked like a judge's uniform, with blond hair and blue eyes and a more Maomei style, and looked at the situation here in surprise.

He spoke with a standard accent. "Welcome, guests of the Tribunal. This place is threatened by red pirates and traitors. We can only be so vigilant. If there is any trouble, please take care of us."

There was a sound from his built-in armor. "Boss, I just saw this ship, this is..." Alan Bayer turned off the communicator, and then continued in low Gothic. "Please come with me to visit this world, we will follow up on the distribution..."

The Second Lieutenant was very urgent at the moment. He had trained himself to memorize the appearance and serial number of the ship during this period. When the one-kilometer-long gorgeous transport ship docked, he realized that the ship had applied for a damn rescue alarm.

But it was too late, he couldn't break the meeting, he could only expect the Sun Lord to change the situation again, and the negotiation situation became as quiet as the second lieutenant felt, the judge didn't answer, just looked at the dark place where no one came out transport ship.

It was only now that Alan Baier realized why the other guests didn't show up, and the number of dozens of transport ships that fell was obviously too much, and there shouldn't be so many just to solicit customers.

Next, he tasted a suffocating aroma and the complex scripture sound composed of high Gothic language. After many high-pitched human voices, the nobleman in coarse cloth and chanting scriptures walked out, why is Alan Baier It is too fat to judge them as nobles.

Then there are many mortals and imperial citizens who are like worshipers. They surround and surround the old man who is slowly leaving the transport plane, with his wrinkled skin, huge scriptures and prayers that are so pious that people feel the heart touch.

"Like the emperor in the gods of high heaven, he bestows, he treasures, and he blesses, like the love of the emperor and his heirs, spreading to the world, we are all his sons, we are all his sons." The old man sang the emperor The emperor stepped forward, and the Prayer Legion also moved forward. Surrounded by thousands of people and nobles clearing the way, the size of this army of faith actually surpassed the military virtues of the citizens of the empire.

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

Commander Zifan had a complex expression, Colonel Ryan bowed piously, and the others probably did the same, only Alan Bayer was a little unhappy, his almost perfect welcoming ceremony was broken, but when the burning ashes were scattered by mortals, people other than the citizens of the empire The citizen knelt down to the old man, and he had to admit that he had a thorn in his head.

The lady of the trial court also turned her face now, and began to chatter about one thing to Alan Baier, the Sun Lord, that is, the old man spent three days traveling in the subspace to completely break the order of a transport ship for a hundred years. And use the fastest time to change this place into a state religion missionary ship.

Alan Baier rubbed his cheeks, feeling quite troublesome, but the old man walked straight up and took out the crumpled kraft paper on his chest. "Sun Lord, respected warrior, leader, I am here on behalf of the state religion of the empire, you can call me a devout one, I don't have a name, I only do asceticism."

Alan Baier took the kraft paper, looked at the content on it, and realized that the State Church still hadn't given up on the spoils. "This is your purpose. You keep on doing asceticism, but you come here for gold and silver treasures."

The old man shook his head. "I am for the state religion, for the emperor, and for the empire."

Alan Baier 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 holds a bone rosary and speaks plausibly. "After the golden age, the era of chaos came, rebellion, death, and the glory and glory of the empire were no longer. It was the state religion that turned the tide and unified mankind."

"The Pope is guided by the Emperor to open up peace for the empire for thousands of years."

"But the premise of all this is the Emperor, isn't it? The accurate evaluation is that, from my point of view, it is probably that you are already shaking the foundation." Alan Bayer commented.

The old man returns. "The Emperor of God doesn't care about many things in the world. He chooses, he approves, he blesses, and he allows."

"It is precisely because of the selfless dedication of many people in the state religion that the empire can exist and last forever."

"The state religion is the link at this moment, connecting the entire galaxy together." His words are seamless, from the perspective of the empire, as long as there is no faith, this huge human civilization will fall apart in an instant, there is no doubt.

But Alan Bair asked. "Then what is the state religion of the empire?"

The old man replied as if reciting a book. "The Emperor once walked among men, but He is, and always has been, a god.
The Emperor has walked among mortals, but now and in the future he is a god.

The Emperor is the one true god, regardless of what past faiths any human may have worshiped.
The emperor is the only true god, mankind must forget all past beliefs

To purge the heretic, beware the psyker and mutant, and abhor the alien.
Purify heresy, guard against psykers and mutants, hate aliens
Every human being has a place within the Emperor's divine order.
Everyone has a place in the emperor's holy order"

Alan Bair said. "Then I, believe in the greatness of the emperor, enjoy the blessing of the emperor, and fight against heresy, evil, alien and mutants as the core of the emperor's state religion."

"Then, aren't the state religion of the empire and space fighters the state religion of the empire?"

The old man was stunned, and he thought for a while. "But you are not grateful for the Emperor's grace."

Alan Baier waved for a guard. "Bring the field manual."

The guard took out the handbook that he carried with him, and Alan Bayer opened the first page, which clearly stated the praise and grace to the emperor, followed by a full 120 pages of battlefield prayers, and according to the culture of the guard's birthplace, Change, more catchy.

"Isn't that what it is?" Alan Baier said.

The old man lowered his head, the runes on his head crumpled up, and said again. "The holy cardinal will be the state religion."

Alan Baier scolded. "Then the emperor is not as good as the holy cardinal?"

said the old man. "They are the voices of the Emperor."

The debate is now at its peak, the Sun Lord said bluntly. "But they won't clean up the heresy here. If you leave the supplies here, every bullet, every shot, and every bite of food can allow the emperor's heirs to kill more enemies, and we will benefit."

After a while, those silent believers couldn't help but say. "For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"

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

"It turns out that the Imperial Guard does not need us, but we need you..."

"I will hold this matter at the meeting, and request that the Imperial Guard can eat those supplies in full, and in the name of my Terran religion, allow the world where the Sun Lord lives to be exempted from taxation."

It was only now that Alan Baier came back to his senses. "Holy Terra?"

The old man nodded...

(End of this chapter)