Chapter 202 War General, Sun Lord, Terra's Appointment

Golden exterior, rotten inside, never doubt that the most dangerous world in the galaxy is the most prosperous world, even for a second.

Danger does not always appear in the form of bombs, Ragnar.

Those worlds are the most densely populated places for the elites of the empire, and the people they are talking about now are the most ruthless, lawless, and ambitious hooligans selected from millions of worlds.

Worlds like Terra are where they realize their ambitions, and no one can stop them, he can't, I can't, and even my closest relatives can't if they need it.

Civilization and prosperity are the most terrible barbarism weighed by people's hearts.

——————"Traveler" Turin, the wolf blade of the Belisarius family

The wreckage of Panlan was piled up in a few months, replenishing ammunition and fuel, and everything seemed extremely slow in front of the war engines and the Imperial Guard that had increased tenfold. The tens of thousands of worlds in that empire were working hard for the huge army across three star regions, and its large amount of supplies was enough to fill the ocean and the land.

On the contrary, there was a celebration banquet that lasted the entire world. It was a great victory that was enough to be recorded in the history of the star zone. The entire Panlan became a place of carnival. The citizens of the empire could rest tomorrow, and the servitors needed basic maintenance, and the wine and food filled the entire poor forge world.

Like a huge, planet-wide buffet and rest month, most officers were unconscious. In the mansion of the forge governor, the old guy also drank himself to death. In the smoky courtyard, the lieutenant took off his Skadi winter coat and climbed on the imperial double-headed eagle statue in the courtyard, vomiting freely everywhere.

There were people shouting everywhere on the street, blocking traffic, fireworks were set off in the sky, and the curfew of the empire and the prohibition of entertainment of the state religion were completely forgotten.

Although many brave soldiers left, the big bell rang a few days ago to mourn the soldiers of the emperor, but a few days later, people had almost forgotten it.

After a year, 4 months and 6 days of conquest and repair, Pan Lan returned to the embrace of the Empire from hell, and the Red Pirates' invasion plan was completely declared a failure. The Empire lost countless officers, warships, and even the Iron Gate and the great commander of the Astra Militarum, Mr. Lieutenant General Marcato, which the Mechanicus was proud of.

It is not that they forget quickly and are ruthless, but that the universe is too desperate. Everyone will be ready to face their own destiny when joining the Imperial Guard.

Victory is more important than sacrifice, and will eventually return to the throne, and then, the capital city, where there will be a victory parade, a large group of jubilant people, countless festivals, medal ceremonies, hearty drinking, and the highest commander of the Imperial Guard waving his legs and arms, receiving the crazy admiration of the citizens who worship him.

In an empire that worships military power, they are the real stars. In an underdeveloped entertainment industry, knowledge and research can represent power and status, and military power and martial virtue are the basis for people to worship. Alan Baier is in the most prominent place, followed by the hero of Skadi, Captain Bordello, and the officers of the empire. Next to them are Commander Qi Fan and Senior Chief of Staff Kane, and Ryan of Partoria.

Although Kane and the others are heroes of the empire, they can be placed next to each other because they came late, and the badges prepared in the ceremony were approved by Terra and issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Those exquisite, beautiful things that represent honor and status will make the imperial people give me some face in many cases, although Alan Baier, who actually controls the entire fleet, has nothing to be awarded.

The issuance of badges also means that the High Lords Council has recognized the goal of the Imperial Guard to form a temporary expeditionary force, and they have also prepared documents accordingly. If those things cannot be issued due to reasons such as the distance between physical reality and other reasons, that roll of kraft paper is both an honor and a burden.

In other words, the Ming Ailanbaier is already a real Sun Lord, but there is no real feeling about that. The soldiers there are in the same mind as him and are under his command.

And the agreement of those old guys is that they are afraid of the Red Pirates and cannot order the Imperial Guard to disband, and his power can only be exercised in Pangea and that star region, at most to the Maelstrom region.

The so-called Sun Lord is more like a step for the High Lord to find a way for the Assassin's Army to act that time. After all, they can't stop the Red Pirates. After completing his mission, Ailanbaier needs to worry about the assassination of those scums. Since the Eldar can't do it, those in the Assassination Room are also questionable.

And at this moment, the soldiers guarding the front of the team are not the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, but the red giants. The children of the Ultramarines followed the soldiers of Paltolia. One is to repay the kindness of the Space Hulk, and the other is that the Red Pirates are traitors, which is the heartache of the Space Marines.

The Badab War was a thorn in the side of the Empire. The High Lord of Terra could let the Imperial Guard take root, but he could not tolerate the little thoughts of the Claws of the Stars.

To the High Lord, the Space Marines were not his kind...

Alanbair put away his thoughts. The High Lord's permission was not without merit. This matter greatly boosted morale, and the permission on behalf of the Lord of the Sun had already been copied and transmitted to the tablets of the war lords of the major empires.

He had already touched the limit of the power of mortals. There were 12 seats for the High Lord, 9 of which were fixed, namely the Master of the Adeptus Administratum.

The Ecclesiarch of the Adeptus Ministorum

The Fabricator-General of the Adeptus Mechanicus

The Grand Provost Marshal of the Adeptus Arbites

The Paternoval Envoy of the NAvigators

The Master of the Astronomican

The Grand Master of the Officio Assassinorum

The Master of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica

The Representative of the Inquisition

In addition to the nine seats, there are three non-permanent seats, chosen from the most powerful leaders of the Empire:

Lord Commander of the Segmentum Solar

Lord Commander Militant of the Astra Militarum

Lord High Admiral of the Imperial Navy NAvy

Cardinal(s) of the Holy Synod of Terra

Abbess Sanctorum of the Adepta Sororitas

Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes

Chancellor of the Estate Imperium

Speaker for the Chartist Captains

It can be said that he has reached the highest position in the country. If he goes on like this, it will be the hell of hell. The high lords are all talented and elite, but they will also be dragged down to death by the huge and rotten empire.

Instead of being there, Alanbair would rather go to the Forge Governor's Mansion to chat with Arya, play chess with the oil man, and then watch the lieutenant go crazy. He may be dancing naked now!

But at this moment, he can be there, smiling, waving his legs like a puppet, and that picture even reminds him of a dictator or something.

The Sun Lords are like this. They are neither heroes, gods of war, nor the greatest mascots of the Astra Militarum. Although the term mascot is not accurate, if the new Sun Lords do not appear in that month, the soldiers will definitely worry too much.

Whether it is Makato or not, even the most difficult High Lords Council is constantly pushing the "young man" to a better position, even if he does not like it.

In the religious style floats dressed up by the Imperial Engine of Honor, the Sun Lords, as the representatives of the Emperor, use the golden dress and the gorgeous, golden, painted and carried a lot of religious kraft paper Imperial Chimera.

At this moment, Alan Baier touched the high collar that tickled his neck and the glittering gold-plated armor on it. He had to admit that the Emperor's people were all good, except that their taste was a bit nouveau riche.

Gold is indeed the most suitable for the immortal who has a lifespan of 40,000 years. No matter how history changes, as one of the most stable metals in nature, it will not lose its golden essence. Even if it is stained with blood and does not contain impurities, it is still 100% gold.

Stability, honor, wealth, mortals are out of reach. Even if you go bankrupt, you can only get a little. Although in that era when voyages in the universe are commonplace, gold is still a very valuable thing, and even because of the huge demand, it is more and more out of touch with civilians.

As if he had become the spokesperson of the golden light, he spent a whole day parading in the huge nest city. The greatest merchants and the most successful governors in the entire star zone sent congratulations and gifts, even people outside the star zone.

Soon, the banquet ended, leaving only the residual heat. As the Lord of the Sun, Alan Baier was homeless. The practical meaning was that he wanted to go back to the bridge of Bordello and lie down. After all, as a soldier, he almost forgot what the bed felt like.

War and travel were a constant throughout his life, even in the first few years of his life. The time he spent in the army until the Ming Dynasty was the most impressive to him, so much so that his previous memories began to blur. Killing, killing, war, war, like an endlessly repetitive ballad, but at this moment he could not rest. First, he noticed that the robot servants were wiping the statues in the Governor's Courtyard. Secondly, he needed to meet with wealthy businessmen and governors from all over the world to stabilize his power.

Although his basic base includes the Garden World of Gundwa VI, the Forge World of Panlan, and the very strong Bordero, which is enough to maintain a Tau factory capable of maintaining an armored regiment, external interests are still pursued.

Of course, the rotten fish would not come to see him. It was obviously not the mechanical director's residence, but he walked in like a master. Governors and wealthy businessmen from all over the country were walking in the huge hall. When the hero Being escorted by Catachan, the men had to stand up and bow.

There are also many of his acquaintances there, such as Mr. John, who has more badges on his chest. Arya is wearing a gorgeous dress. The mechanical governor has good taste. The dress is tight and close-fitting, making her a lady official. Miss, Alan Beyer just wanted to say hello to them, but one person stood up.

"Yue'an, the great war lord, the sun lord, the honor of Skadi, the orc nemesis, the general of the Imperial Guard, the honorary commander of the imperial navy, the western commander-in-chief of the Pangia sub-sector of the imperial extreme star region, the empire..."

Alan Bayer stopped the "eulogy" of the gorgeously dressed middle-aged man in front of him, and he noticed that the guy was tall and his clothes were similar to the "pirate clothes" favored by rogue traders.

"Am I?" He was a little curious, but he had the answer in his heart.

"You granted him many benefits, remember? He was the one who opened the waterway..."

That traitor, Alan Bayer underestimated in his heart, what is his name...

"Alexander..." he replied, speaking excitedly. "Alexander Hamill, sir, I'm glad you can remember him!"

Alan Bayer took the host position at the moment and said "apologize". "That's right. I'm sorry that those traitors destroyed your manor. When he passed by, only the ruins were left. He really didn't know the heavy firepower they brought there. Even if the cellar was blown clean, he thought it was Could you please have some fine wine?”

The rogue trader didn't care and pushed the lady next to him over. She was gorgeously dressed, and her complicated gothic style long dress was even more beautiful. Ai, who was used to seeing hungry, sallow-faced imperial citizens (refugees), In Lambair's eyes, she is even more beautiful.

"Hello, my lord, he is Lina Hamilton. Thank you very much for protecting their manor. If possible, he hopes that you will go with him after the matter is over... to taste a little bit of the specialties of the agricultural world."

In that imperial society that worshiped force, such a situation was normal, but Alan Bair still considered that she was a traitor, otherwise he should try to do something during the confinement period.

Of course, the Sun Lord will not lack the opposite sex, which shows that he is very responsible.

Although her voice was very pleasant, Alan Bayer felt that it was not good. If she wanted to be popular, it would be that kind of clipped sound. He knew the female voice very well, so it would be no.

No emperor!

Alan Bayer stretched out his legs naturally and said. "Sorry, he has an appointment with that lady." Then he bowed to the lady officer.

The heroine's face turned red, then she scolded Alan Bair. "Why, he got a lot of scars on his waist in the battlefield. Do you like scars? They haven't healed yet. Why don't you look for the red and tender ones?"

Alan Bayer said no. "She is too weak to bear the Sun Lord's kindness."

The lady officer blushed. "I learned it from there, boss. Those orcs are good at making dirty jokes?"

"His teacher not only rejected orcs, he killed a group of elves some time ago." Alan Bair said.

"That makes sense"

The "intimate" actions of the two people were considered very sensitive in the eyes of other people. The lady's expression became grim, but she still answered politely. "Then they will..."

She saw two people completely ignoring her again, and she became dissatisfied and quietly came to Donglai.

Then the Rogue Trader was not necessarily sad, and asked with a thick skin.

"Sir, Lord, he had a lot of business outside the star sector during that time, and that needs to be taken care of very much." He took out a list, and Alan Bair took it, including all kinds of nobles' valuables and gorgeous things. Enjoyed it immensely.

At this moment, Alan Bayer thought about the batch in his legs that he took from that guy's house. They were all good. The Biluo batch was a bit good, but a bit mixed.

He handed it back and said to John. "John, I got so many badges there." He naturally picked the one on his chest...

Um? Earth Moon badge?

John said. "He forged it blindly by himself. He was learning how to forge it. The beautiful ones he made were hung up and mixed with the real ones." "

It seems that he has completely overcome the mistrust that was wrong for him, and even had time to start learning how to be good, which is certainly good news.

Compared to that, after a few words of chatter, the Rogue Trader finally revealed his original intention. "Ahem, sir, he has found a stable subspace passage that can cross to the Pangia sub-sector in a short time, and is stable enough to minimize losses to the fleet, so as to launch a war from the east."

"He hopes to cross that road to help you in your great cause."

Alan Byrma is nodding. "Well, you are worthy of being called a hero of the empire!"

On the other hand, Wai Xin has already begun to think about how to trick the red pirates!