It may still be a small part of the history of the expedition, but for Colonel Lane, the hero of the Imperial Partolian Guard, it is definitely a strong part of his war history.

In the Astral Army camp, the Colonel took out a lot of things hidden inside the fortress of Uton, a lot of things, this loot capture made him can't help but be happy, in the underground area in addition to many Riemanus, Chimera, and even an Emperor Poison Blade, it may be used as a second base similar to the disgusting mutant car, and now they are all in the Empire.

But what struck the most was probably the amount of food hidden in it, enough to drive the current 60 million Imperial Guard to burn for months, a real congestion of the tight supplies.

But before the Imperial Guard could reward the soldiers, what followed was not good news, but a dense collection of complex documents from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the State Church, and the Inquisition, demanding the re-liquidation of the 11 taxes, the seizure of heretical materials, and the removal of the captured rebels from the Imperial Guard.

It's like eating and wiping off the loot here, and the counterfeiting will be labeled a traitor by those powerful Imperial departments, and the Master Chief of the Falcon Destroyer is also angry at this situation, he and mortals are born and die, although the Space Marines don't need those things, but they can also feel emotionally aggrieved.

But the empire has always been like this, there is no use for the outside and the inside, and there are many Imperial Guards and Astartes who have been forced away, not to mention that those documents and seals are written in black and white, and the seal of the Council of Lords of Terra Gao is clearly written.

Colonel Ryan was stunned for a moment, he thought that the victory of the war, how to distribute the spoils of war should be judged according to the situation of the war, the supplies here would allow the Imperial Guard to make the expedition more effective, to prevent the soldiers from starvation, and to allow the projectiles to be fired, but now he was asked to be pulled into the already rich and oily treasury of the state religion, or redistributed by the Ministry of the Interior, and he did not know when and when he could touch the hands of the Imperial Guard.

The Inquisition's request was barely reasonable, but there were many important officials and nobles in this world who were also in close contact with the Governor, and he knew very well that if the Inquisition came, the world would be directly unproductive in a short time...

Ryan smiled bitterly and looked at the letter of the star, and the complicated Gothic kraft paper sent by the star-level Anglican Bishops' World, the Inquisition, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs at the star district level, and his heart was much colder.

They were the Emperor's will, and the supplies collected by the traitors were also the Emperor's currency, and Colonel Lane, though eager to throw the brown paper into the incinerator, still painstakingly ordered the soldiers to pack and transport the items into Starport, and prepare to reply to the agencies.

The Master Chief suddenly grabbed his arm. "Don't move, just write a letter to the Sun Lord, don't those maggots rely on the High Lord Council? The Sun Lord is also expected to be a permanent member of the outer three seats, as well as the Admiral and the Commander of the Army, and the will of the Astral Army is quite secure to take one of the 12 seats in the High Lords' Council. ”

There are sighs and envy in the words, and even envy is the majority, the 12 seats of the High Lord's Council include countless core departments of the empire, but there is no Astarte, which is why most of the betrayed Space Marines are related to the High Lords, and none of them follow them...

Colonel Klayne still hesitated, and in the promethium-gray light, he looked up at the giant's determined face and pronounced. "This is the Inquisition, the State Church, the Ministry of the Interior..."

Master Chief said. "Don't underestimate your own strength, Ryan."

The colonel touched the double-headed eagle emblem on his chest... Put down the pen and use the data tablet to send the matter to the Sun Lord again.

In the activities of the Void Battleship, the good news was transmitted to Wiener as expected, passing through about a few warships, civilian ships, and that very important thing was mixed in the database of countless ships, other business information or family letters, and it did not even go through the intelligence network within the Imperial Guard.

And in the golden wheat field, the Sun Lord in a sparse brown full hazmat suit was inspecting the crops during this time, but he couldn't understand it, especially in front of those crops that were severely genetically modified and extremely productive in this cosmic era.

The ears of wheat from the grotesque one-man tall crops were like ping-pong balls, much larger than anything he had ever seen in Terra, and the hard shells required even industrial-grade equipment to make them starch and turn them into solid gasoline to drive human activities on the battlefield.

His previous knowledge had become useless, but even so, he would still come here to see, and even learn how to ensure a stable and abundant food supply, because it was almost a worry buried in his bones.

As he trudged through the rich sea of crops and drove back to the civilized city in his jeep, from the edge of the world demarcated by the sun and the moon, the agricultural world called Wiener had been reborn.

Walk through the constant temperature of the sun and the moon, where the wheels of the roads are endless, heavy trucks and machines are constantly transporting food, and people who see him on the road detour and salute him.

And countless Void Engines have helped those creatures across the entire star sector in Starport, linking the entire world to the huge trade of the Gondelwa sub-sector, and it is also a real and sufficient source of supplies for the Imperial Guard.

Methodical planting plans and regular harvesting, as well as extremely low, folly of turning utilities into their own stuff, are almost eliminated at the moment.

Now the crop yield of this agricultural world has reached the limit of this world, and the real limit, and even the data that can be chased far from the time when this world was established is not so beautiful.

Countless people sang the praises of the Sun Lord's human-centered attitude towards the use of capable people in the past, and refused to let the Inquisition and the State Church take away the capable people who had previously become heretics here.

But Alan Baier also knew what was going on behind it, he looked at the moon and the sun at the same time and the scenery, and subconsciously wiped his cheeks because of the high temperature of this world towards the stars, but found that the thick protective clothing hindered him.

sighed again and complained in his heart about the garbage-like civilian equipment of the empire, and thought that this set of protective clothing would only be worn by nobles for inspection, one in a million Seiko equipment, ordinary workers could only wear gas masks and let the rotten air persecute their skin, basically most civilians in this world have skin diseases, but more or less.

At the same time, he also knew that those who had betrayed him were just grass on the wall, and those maggots could not be reused no matter how powerful they were, and he also knew that his refusal to interfere with the Inquisition and the State Church was equivalent to angering the two largest institutions of the empire, and when the expedition was over, he would inevitably have to deal with those people, but he had already offended the high lord, and it was too much of a flea.

But they also have to find a way to solve their problems, wallowing in the huge dung pit of the empire, and they have not eaten a lot of excrement, mostly because they are sticky.

Get yourself clean, or... Learn to use those things and turn them into fertilizer.

He thought, took off the damn hazmat suit again, and asked. "Staff officer, has the airborne high-level from Gondelwa arrived?" With that, he stepped on the gas pedal and looked out the window at the huge machines on the stellar side waving his arms all the time and the poisonous fertilizer air thick enough to suffocate people.

The scenery here cannot be said to be beautiful, but the terrifying scenery of the entire plain, composed of only man-sized wheat and giant machines, stretching for the entire length of the equator, makes one have to sigh at how small a person, an individual, is in the face of the power of the Empire.

It is not difficult for him to understand why those people in high positions and positions of power have lost themselves, no matter how powerful and smart they were before, they will be confused and obsessed in the face of the power of hundreds and hundreds of billions of people enslaved.

The staff officer in the co-pilot looked at the data tablet in his hand, and said with a flickering light on the heavy thing. "Not yet, they still need two Terra days, but there's good news."

"Mina Tilia has taken it."

"But the state church, the Inquisition, the Ministry of the Interior demanded ... Profit of war accounting. ”

Alan Baier was not too surprised, after all, gathering about a third of the strength of the Imperial Guard Expeditionary Force, and at the same time with the help of Space Marines, it was a sure thing, and the fatter the prey after the hunt, the more perishable it was to attract flies.

"Then change the itinerary, let's go to that casting world and let go of all the current things."

The staff officer said. "But in this world, there are still many people who are only superficially surrendered."

Alan Baier nodded, what is the highest efficiency, what is the ultimate production capacity of the planet, it is just to squeeze labor and manage his own claws, and when he, the supreme commander of the Astral Army, leaves, those things will be revealed immediately.

He has no choice, he is forced out of the field, and it is nonsense to expect them to be loyal to the empire, if the empire has so much power, they will not betray it.

"Leave an Imperial Guard, just find a little-known regiment, Ron Hodro is good, there is no strength to rebel again, the Imperial Guard left behind, there is only one mission, to ensure that Gondewal's own people can go to a high position, understand."

After Alan Baier finished speaking, he sped up the speed of the car in his hand, no matter how he calculated, it was a delaying tactic, at least he only hoped that after he left, this world could preserve 70% of the previous productivity.

Even this is a good prediction, but compared to collecting the traitor's resources, this loss will be borne sooner or later than worth mentioning.

In just one day, under the roar of the transport planes, in front of the starport, countless Imperial Guards were evacuating, the good news spread throughout the world, the nobles celebrated, the workers breathed a sigh of relief, the long hours of overtime and the fear of the Sun Lord finally dissipated, which is why Alan Bair wanted to leave, he became an excuse for those people to oppress the citizens of the Empire.

They instilled in the citizens the idea that if they didn't work well, they would be taken away by the Inquisition, but in reality, if it weren't for the Sun Lord, they would have been captured, ironically, the citizens thought the exact opposite.

Alan Baier didn't blame them, on the contrary, he thought it was good, the Astral Army was not a legion that existed for the citizens of the Empire, and it was not a bad thing to distance themselves and make the Astral Army similar to an institution like the Inquisition.

In addition to places like the complete fortress world, the world of war, and the world of death, most people are also afraid of the Astral Army, and this is the reality.

They are not heroes of justice, not even liberators, but just the currency of the sacrifice of the masses for the continuation of the human race.

Led by the flagship Bordero, the warships in the entire void began to jump towards the Casting World, and at the same time, Commander Qi Fan, who had completed the Hive Capital Raiders mission, also returned to the Casting World.

This time, after about half a standard journey through the Void of the month of Terra, the Sun Lords set foot in this legendary world of Foundry, welcomed and pilgrimaged by countless people, and at this moment it has become less rich, and the losses of the war and the fall of the Governor have caused countless nobles to leave with their riches, and those traitorous nobles have become pirates or something.

All the property left behind by the Foundry Governor had to be seized and calculated, which caused the people's livelihood here to plummet, and at the same time, the supply of the Imperial Guard was also difficult.

Alan Baier, who walked down the starport, was also surprised to see the listlessness of Partoria's soldiers, and fell to the ground as Colonel Ryan looked like he had grasped a life-saving straw.

He deftly jumped from the mid-air transport plane and patted the dust off his body, and many soldiers who had never seen him marveled at how such a vulgar guy could be mixed up in the ranks of the Sun Lord, and wondered where the superman who had pacified the entire star sector and expelled the Red Pirates was located.

They only saw a fiery veteran, wearing a green helmet, not even very old, with a scythe or something at his waist, and the Sun Lord in most of the Empire's minds was dressed in golden armor, holding a power saber, wielding Fang Xuan's great power.

If it weren't for the proximity of Colonel Lane and the Master Chief of the Falcon, followed by the famous Katachan soldiers, most people might not realize that this young man was the hero of this expedition.

In other words, Alan Bair may not approve of the position of Sun Lord, for him, it is just a prop that the High Lord forced him to make those old things go down the stairs, rather than really recognizing him as the supreme commander of the Astral Army.

This is like the heavenly court can't control Sun Wukong, so it gave him Bi Ma Wen, Monkey King has many names, but he is powerful not because he is Monkey King, but because he is Sun Wukong.

And Alan Baier patted Ryan's upper body, the young man had done a good job, and once again thanked the Space Marines, and then he said. "I'll write out an application with Commander Zivan, Chief of Staff Kane, Captain Poldero, and Admiral, asking those maggots to do what they can."

"Secondly, don't let those people lose face, prepare 30 percent of the materials, and distribute dividends to those departments according to 10 percent, and privately say that the benefits will be distributed in the future."

Colonel Ryan looked a little strange. "We're in... Climb the relationship? ”

Alan Baier shook his head. "It's they who climb our relationship."

At this moment, the troops of the Imperial Navy are docked on the starport, and the giant that still glows with a trace of purple light after the subspace trip is overshadowing the sky of this world, making Colonel Ryan realize the power of the Imperial Guard for the first time...

(End of chapter)