Never doubt that the most dangerous world in the galaxy is the most prosperous world, even if only for a second.

Danger doesn't always come in the form of bombs, Ragnar.

Those worlds are where the imperial elite are most dense, and we are now talking about the most ruthless, lawless, ambitious scoundrels sifted through millions of worlds.

A world like Terra's is a place where they can achieve their ambitions, and no one can stop them, I can't, you can't, and if they need to, they can't even do their loved ones.

Civilization and prosperity are the most terrible barbarism.

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

Pan Lan's wreckage had been piled up over the course of several days and months, replenishing ammunition, fuel, and anything seemed incredibly slow in the face of the war engines and the Imperial Guard, which had now multiplied tenfold, and tens of thousands of worlds of the Empire were working for this huge force that spanned three sectors, with enough supplies to fill the oceans and the land.

On the contrary, the celebration feast of the whole world is a great victory that can record the history of the Star Zone, and the whole of Pan Lan has become a place of revelry, the citizens of the empire can rest today, the servants only need to carry out basic maintenance, and the wine and food are full of the whole poor casting world.

Like a great, planet-wide buffet and rest day, most of the officers were unconscious, and in the Foundry Governor's mansion, the old fellow had also poured himself into the dim, smoky courtyard, and the second lieutenant took off his Skadi coat and climbed onto the statue of the Imperial Double-headed Eagle in the courtyard, vomiting everywhere from top to bottom.

The streets were filled with shouting people, blocking traffic, and fireworks were set off, forgetting the curfews of the empire and the prohibition of the state religion.

Although many of the brave warriors left, and the bell rang a few days ago to mourn the emperor's soldiers, after a few days, people had almost forgotten about it.

After a total of 4 months and 6 days of requisition and repair, Pan Lan returned from hell to the arms of the Empire, and the Red Pirate invasion plan was completely declared a failure, and the Empire lost countless officers, warships, and even the Iron Gate, the proud of the Mecha, and the great commander of the Astral Army, Lieutenant General Makato.

It's not that they're quick to forget, it's just that this universe is so desperate that everyone will be ready to face their fate when they join the Imperial Guard.

Victory is more important than sacrifice, and finally returns to the throne, and then the capital, Chaodu, where there is a victory parade, a large crowd of jubilant people, countless festivals, award ceremonies, hearty drinks, and the Supreme Commanders of the Imperial Guard waving their arms to receive the madly adoration of the citizens.

In the empire that worships force, they are the real stars, in the case of the underdeveloped entertainment industry, knowledge and research ability represent power and status, military power and martial virtue are the foundation of worship, Alan Baier is located in the most conspicuous place among them, followed by the Scardi heroes, Captain Bordero, the Imperial officers, and next to Commander Zivan and Kane's Senior Chief of Staff, Colonel Lane of Partoria.

Although Kane and the others are all heroes of the Empire, they are too late to come and can only live next to them, and the badges prepared for this ceremony are also approved by Terra and issued by the Ministry of War.

Those delicate, beautiful, things that represent honor and status will in many cases make the Imperials give you a portion of thin noodles, although Alan Baier, who actually controls the entire fleet, has no prize.

The awarding of the badge also means that the Council of High Lords has approved the Imperial Guard's goal of forming a temporary expeditionary force, and they have prepared documents accordingly, but those things cannot be issued due to the distance between physical reality and other reasons, and that roll of brown paper is both an honor and a burden.

In other words, Alan Bair is now the real Sun Lord, but there is no real sense of this matter, and the soldiers here are already with him and are under his command.

The old thing's consent was nothing more than fear of the Red Pirates and could not force the Imperial Guard to disband, and his rights were only exercised in Pangiaz and this sector, up to the Maelstrom region.

The so-called Sun Lord is more like the steps that the High Lord found for this operation of the Astral Army, after all, they can't stop the Red Pirates, but Alan Baier may need to worry about the assassination of those scum after completing his mission, but since the Spirit Clan can't do it, those in the Assassination Hall also have to put a question mark.

And at this moment, the front guard of the team is not the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, but the red and white giants, and the children of those extreme warriors follow the soldiers of Partoria, one is to repay the kindness of the waste ship in space, and the other is the Red Pirate traitor, which is the heart disease of the Star Marine.

The Badab War is a heart disease that the Empire cannot overcome, and the Lord of Terragao can let the Imperial Guard take root, but he can't tolerate the careful thinking of the Claws of the Stars.

For the High Lords, Space Marines are not my race...

Alan Baier put away his careful thoughts, the permission of the High Lord is not useless, this matter has greatly improved morale, and the permission representing the Sun Lord has finally been copied and transmitted to the tablets of the War Lords of the major empires.

He has touched the limits of mortal power, and then up there are 12 seats of the High Lord, 9 of which are fixed, respectively, the Master of the Adeptus Administratum

The Ecclesiarch of the Adeptus Ministorum

The Fabricator-General of the Adeptus Mechanicus

Head of the Legal Department (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, elected from among the powerful leaders of the various imperial factions:

Lord Commander of the Segmentum Solar

Lord Commander Militant of the Astra Militarum

Lord High Admiral of the Imperial 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 is already a supreme minister, and then he is a hell of hell, and the high lords are all talents and elites, but they will also be dragged to death by the huge and rotten empire.

But instead of being here, Alan Baier would rather go to the Foundry Governor's Mansion and chat with Arya, play chess with that oil guy, and then watch the second lieutenant go crazy, he might already be dancing naked now!

But at the moment he could only be here, smiling, waving like a puppet or something, and the image even reminded him of a dictator or something.

This is the case with the Sun Lords, they are both heroes, gods of war, and the greatest mascots of the Astral Army, although the mascot's statement is not accurate, but the new Sun Lord does not appear on this day, then the soldiers will definitely be worried.

It's just that whether it's Makato or war, even the most difficult council of high lords is constantly pushing this "young man" to a better position, even if he doesn't like it.

On a religious-style float dressed up by the Empire Engine of Honor, the Sun Lord, as the representative of the Emperor, wore a golden costume and a gorgeous, gold-glittering, painted Imperial Chimera with a large amount of religious vellum.

At this moment, Alan Baier touched the stabbed high collar on his neck, and the glittering gold-plated armor on it, and had to admit that the emperor was good, and he was a nouveau riche with this taste.

However, gold is indeed the most suitable for this 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 fade its golden essence, even if it is bloodstained, as long as it does not integrate impurities, it is still 100% gold.

Stability, honor, wealth, and mortals are unattainable, and even if they go bankrupt, they can only get much, although in this era when cosmic void navigation is commonplace, gold is still a very valuable thing, and even more related to civilians because of the huge demand.

Now he is the face of the glitter, spending a full day parading through the sprawling Hive Capital, with the greatest merchants and most successful governors in the entire sector sending congratulations and gifts, even from those outside the sector.

Soon, the banquet was over, and only the warmth remained, as the Lord of the Sun, Alan Baier was homeless, and in a realistic sense, he wanted to go back to the bridge of the Pordro to lie on his stomach, after all, as a soldier, he almost forgot what the bed was like.

Wars, travels, throughout his life, and even the last years of his life, the period since he joined the army has impressed him so much that his previous memories began to blur.

Killing, killing, war, war, like an endless repetition of songs, and at the moment he could not rest, first he noticed that the servants were wiping the statues of the Governors in the courtyard, and secondly, he needed to meet the rich merchants and governors from all over the world to stabilize his power.

Although his base plate is Garden World Gondeva VI, Casting World Pan Blue, and Potero on the Titanium Plant, which is enough to sustain an armed armored regiment to shoot, the outside interests are still important.

Fortunately, the stinky fish and rotten shrimp naturally did not come to meet him, obviously it was the mansion of the director of machinery, but he came like a master, and the huge hall was filled with governors and wealthy merchants from all over the world, and when the hero was escorted by Katachan, those people had to stand up and bow.

And there are also many of his acquaintances here, such as Mr. John, who has more badges on his chest, Arya, who is dressed in fine clothes, Governor of Machinery, who has good taste, this one is cute and close-fitting, and the lady who is a diplomat, Alan Baier just wanted to greet them, but he stood up alone.

"Good day, Great War Lord, Sun Lord, Honor of Skadi, Orc Buster, Admiral of the Imperial Guard, Honorary Commander of the Imperial Navy, Commander-in-Chief of the Western Sector of Pangia in the Imperial Limit Star Field, Empire..."

Alan Baier stopped the "eulogy" of the richly dressed middle-aged man in front of him, and he noticed that the guy was tall and large, and his clothes were similar to the "pirate suit" that the Ronin Traders liked.

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

"You've granted me a lot of benefits, remember? I'm the one who opened the way..."

That traitor, Alan Byr underestimated in his heart, what is it called...

"Alexander," he replied, excitedly on the other side. Alexander. Hamil, sir, glad you remember me! ”

Alan Baier sat down on the throne at this moment and said "apologetically". "That's right, I'm sorry that the traitors destroyed your manor, and by the time I passed, there were only ruins left, I really don't know the heavy firepower they got there, even the cellar was blown up, and I think there might be a lot of good wine in it."

The ronin merchant didn't care, and pushed the lady beside him, who was gorgeously dressed and even more beautiful in her intricate gothic dress, and even more beautiful in the eyes of Alan Baier, who was accustomed to looking at hungry, yellow-skinned Imperial citizens (refugees).

"Hello, my lord, I'm Lina. Hamil, thank you for protecting our estate, and if you can, I want you to go with me when it's over... Get a taste of the agricultural world's specialty. ”

This is normal in this imperial society that worships force, but Alan Baier still considers her to be a traitor, otherwise he should try to do something on this day.

Of course, the Sun Lord will not lack the opposite sex, but now he still has responsibilities.

Although her voice is very beautiful, but Alan Baier only thinks it can't be done, to put it bluntly, it's that kind of clip sound, and he knows very well the female voice, that is.

For the emperor!

Alan Baier naturally stretched out his hand and said. "I'm sorry, I have an appointment with this lady." Then bow to the ladies officer.

The heroine's face turned red, and then she scolded. "Why, I've had a waist wound on the battlefield, do you like scars? It's not healed, isn't it good to look for that white and tender one? ”

Alan Baier just said. "She was too weak to stand the Sun Lord's "affection". ”

The lady blushed. "What did you learn there, boss, do those orcs make yellow jokes?"

"My teacher is not just an orc, I killed a group of spirits some time ago." Alan Bair said.

"That's reasonable"

However, the "intimate" action of the two people is a very sensitive thing in the eyes of others, and the lady's face became bad, but she still answered politely. "Then we'll see you next time..."

She saw that the two men had completely ignored her, and she fell silent in dissatisfaction.

Then the merchant ronin was not necessarily sad, and asked with a heavy face.

"My lord, my lord, I still have a lot of business in the Star Sector during this time, and I still need to take care of this." He took out a list, and Alan Bair took it, all kinds of nobles' valuables and splendid things, and enjoyed it very much.

Alan Baier remembered at this moment that the batch he had taken from this guy's house was all good, a little better than this batch, and a little mixed.

He handed it back, and then said to John. "John, you got so many badges there." Naturally, he picked the one on his chest...

Well? Earth Moon Badge?

John said. "I cast it blindly, I'm learning to strike iron, and I hang it when I make beautiful ones, and mix it with the real thing."

It seems that he has completely walked out of his distrust of himself, and even has time to start learning hobbies, which is naturally good news.

Compared to this, after a few words of chatter, the merchant ronin finally threw out his original intention. "Ahem, my lord, I have found a stable subspace passage that can cross to the Pangia sub-star sector in a short period of time, and stable enough to minimize the losses of the fleet for the next war."

"I want to turn in this path to help you in your ambitions."

Alan Baier nodded immediately. "Okay, worthy of being an imperial hero!"

On the other hand, I'm already thinking about how to trap the Red Pirates!

(End of chapter)