Letters come and go, the void is long, and the good news is that subspace has always been willing to watch the trivialities within the empire, and those annoying star languages have been unimpeded as a result.

What really matters will always be distorted by subspace, but the messy news will not, if there is anything that can disrupt the good mood of the Sun Lord bathed in the light of the stars in this early morning.

Then apart from traitors and aliens, there are probably only those brainless Imperial colleagues.

In the best room of Starport in the early morning, Qi Fan, Kane, Ryan, Master Chief of the Destructive Falcon, the unlucky second lieutenant and the Sun Lord gathered together, their eyes were dark, sleepy, yawning from time to time, and the room was wafting with a faint smell of coffee, which was very few high-end goods, but it was not worthy of this group of officers, and at this moment, it smelled even more tiring.

However, if the Blackheart King at this moment can choose to bomb here, even if he pays 50 or even 70% of the fleet, he will act, after all, such an opportunity is difficult.

(Interestingly, there can be captains in the Empire's Vanity Fair, but with the War Department temporarily suspended, the ranks of the Expeditionary Corps have become blurred, which is very rare in the history of the Empire, and order is always talked about, which is probably why the Sun Lords are so special.) ）

Alan Bair took a sip of his coffee, one of the few days when he used a normal cup, and it was usually a classic combination of officers like the military kettle in which he shook instant Reka coffee.

He still misses the half-cold and half-hot drinking water on the battlefield with the peculiar metallic rust smell of the imperial kettle, and once again complains in his heart about the lack of great virtue in the Ministry of Military Affairs.

"Hah—" he cleared his throat, and the bad morning that woke him up with the announcement was not pleasant. Sorry to wake you up so early, yesterday's welcome party was a good one, and I still remember the food, it was pretty good. ”

Kane replied wistfully, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "Except that the Letherins are drunk, put on the Sun Lord's suit, and slash with the relic-level golden power sword."

Alan Baier swallowed. "yes, except for that, Lytling Kid doesn't usually do that—" He felt a dull pain in his temples, but he stressed again.

"During this time, I wanted to let the army rest, firstly, there are huge supplies that need to be sorted out, and it will take a lot of time to dispatch a team of 60 million people, but according to the report of Titanium's drones, they have destroyed about one-third of the Red Pirate traitor Star Marines in subspace."

"According to my prediction, even with the addition of the former Star Claw, the number of enemy troops and warships will not be able to catch up with us, but the premise will always be the void, in other words, our next focus is not to disperse the army, and focus on ground attack, occupation, and destruction of the enemy's living forces."

Kane coughed. "We're going to... Cough... Fight with the rebel Space Marine..."His face was not very good for a moment, but the sleepiness made his posture be masked, and others only thought that he was drinking and hangover, and would definitely not take into account his fear.

Alan Baier nodded. "That's right." This sentence made the commanders here show mixed emotions, they were worried, and a little dissatisfied, but more excited, the resolute expeditionary force did not like to wait for the support of the Space Marines, they just needed to destroy the withering, as usual.

But Alan Baier dispelled those people's thoughts. "But this matter is not the reason why I summoned you, in fact, that batch of materials that is enough for us to consume for half a year and the subsequent production of this world, the state religion, the inquisition, intends to send an inquisitor, a respected state priest, to check and take 10 percent of them."

The second lieutenant laughed. "Ha, boss, it's just two "only"! ”

Only the others had serious faces. "They promised?" Qi Fan said.

Alan Bair replied. "No, they didn't promise, to be exact... Ha~" He yawned, too sleepy, he was a little skeptical that the other side was not deliberate, and the star language was too fast, could it be that subspace also likes to eat melons?

"Except for the Ministry of Internal Affairs who compromised, the other ministries still demanded that they send people, and it was my wishful thinking, and I asked them to take 10 percent, because there is only this option, they only have one choice, understand?"

He got serious. "I need all parts of the Imperial Guard to be in combat mode, no matter how crazy we played yesterday, now hide the drinks from the banquet, stuff the bunkers with people, and show those guys our firepower and combat effectiveness."

"Bare them, pull all the tanks near the starport, and let those warships ignore the strategic depth and spacing, and keep them in the void to the extent that they can be seen by the naked eye."

Qi Fan was a little unsure. "But the discerning person can see that we are a fox and a fake tiger."

Alan Bair just replied. "A clear-eyed person doesn't open his mouth!"

The whole room was silent, if the empire was really united, everyone would not be obsessed with all kinds of tricks, and the fate of mankind would definitely be more comfortable, but at the end of this dark fortieth millennium, people's hearts have been distorted in nature.

While the Imperial Guard was working overtime, the new Inquisitor, Miss Lovelov, was emerging from a classified alien trial, wearing that particular uniform, wide hat, and obvious rose knot that could decide the lives of billions of people.

It's just because she doesn't need to hide herself in this mission, and even treat her like a swan with arrogance.

Traveling to the edge of the enemy-occupied zone, the world that the Imperial Guard had just recaptured, she proposed to use the Inquisition's Black Ship, but rejected it due to the fear of the Imperial Guard from above.

They refused to pay for anything, and even tried to dress up their share of the money as if it were a foreign affair, as if they could be sent away with red wine.

This displeased the Inquisitor, who was like a bullet being shot out without regard to her thoughts, and as she should.

In the end, she had no choice but to rely on the transport ships of the large chamber of commerce from this episcopal world to get to that sector.

But don't get me wrong, these aren't the slow Imperial transports that pull the people, but the actual special ones that serve as transport services.

The nobles with power may not have a starship, and it may not be a speedboat of the Imperial Navy, and when it comes to tight affairs, it needs to cross planets, and this commercial ship is born.

At just one kilometer long, barely enough to be equipped with a large subspace engine, thousands of interior rooms have been replaced with extravagant living rooms, using natural materials such as logs or fireplaces to maintain the temperature inside.

To be precise, it looks like a wooden hut nestled in the mountains of Gutera, with holographic projections in the windows and delicate landscape photographs, making an almost completely realistic, 24-hour completely different, virtual picture that simulates the sparkling lakeside and snow-capped mountains.

Birch forests, pine trees, lakes, snow-capped mountains, but the windows can only be closed, but considering that this will reduce the sense of substitution, this place is deliberately not chosen as the temperature regulation area in the ship, but invades the interior from the void with the cold, plus passengers can choose from stews, cheeses, breads, ham roasts and other foods.

In addition, there are enough entertainment activities such as old-fashioned hand-cranked telephones and records, and if you have any needs, you can directly call the hotline, and all the items you need will be delivered as "neighbors who deliver supplies", "frozen creatures", "ordered services", "joy outside", and so on.

That's right, the corridors here are also holographic, taking you to a wonderful, uninhabited snow-capped mountain or lake, and at the same time, if you go on the boat alone, in order to save seats, you will usually arrange a companion for the guests, and during this long journey, two people who can afford such an aristocratic trip, who can match the manners and conversations, will probably become friends.

It also created a good story for the nobles of the empire that can be sung, and it is talked about by people.

At the same time, there was a staggering number of laborers, and in order to maintain the vast ship system, 10,000 of them were huddled in 10 percent of the ship's space, sleeping next to dangerous boilers, pistons, overheated holographic projectors, eating garbage-like recycled food, all starch lumps made from the leftovers of the guests (and metabolites, of course).

And the source of labor inside such a ship is not clean. (I heard that there are mutants)

And its imitation creates a completely mimicky, ancient terra human winter, and makes travelers linger, and its travel prices are almost astronomical.

However, the definition of astronomical numbers is always to look at whom, because there is nothing in this world that you can't think of, and there is nothing that people can't do, enough tens of thousands of Imperial coins (equivalent to several months' salary of a high-ranking technician of the Empire) to support this valuable trip.

Of course, the Inquisitor had enough financial means to pay for it, and she didn't need her to pay for it, and for the Inquisition, the money for travel was nothing more than a small amount.

But even so, there are still many difficulties in front of her at the moment, but it is clear that the biggest problem she has encountered so far is not the hard-line attitude of the Imperial Guard, but the passengers who are traveling with her.

She was now wearing a thick down jacket, but she was still a sign of being an Inquisitor, as she needed to be vigilant and remember her duties, which was why most of the Imperial nobles were reluctant to go on a wonderful trip with her.

This is not her personal problem, on the contrary, as a Valhalla, Miss Lovelov is young and beautiful, but she does not feel sorry and is not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, but in this dark 40th millennium, the super-rich who needs to travel across the star region, is that really clean?

Now I'm telling you that there is an inquisitor sitting next to you, and I want to spend an unforgettable time with you?

And a single room is basically impossible, this is the hottest service in the Empire, and there are even many people queuing up to need a relationship, so the inquisitor looked at a bald man chattering in front of her at the moment, to be precise, with the coat of arms of the state religion pinned to his chest, and the scriptures at his waist that were thick enough to open a person's head (physically), and the prayer embedded in his clothes.

The crumpled lines on his forehead were covered in intricate runes, probably because of faith, he had shaved his hair, to be precise, he was a bald scoop.

"Shut up, sir!" The Inquisitor couldn't take it anymore, she was going to sleep, it was three o'clock in the morning, and his mouth was still babbling about where he was going, how he was going to spread the Emperor's will, and the stinking and long scriptures.

The Inquisition is already out of the control of the state religion, and it is consistent with the unique existence of Astarte and the Mechanical, if ordinary nobles encounter such a situation, they will definitely not let go, but Lovelova will not endure it.

The priest just cleared his throat and whispered, yes, he didn't stop...

Lovelova had to have a little admiration for this guy in her heart, after all, she went on the boat and sang the emperor's blessing on this trip, and entered the house to sing the praises of the beauty of Guterra, and emphasized that it was all the emperor's credit, eating and singing the emperor's grace, and sleeping was also the blessing of the lord of mankind!

Mainly, he speaks so many words in High Gothic, and he doesn't stop all day, and his ascetic-like nature is amazing and moving, but this is where the deadliest place is.

If it were ordinary nobles, they probably could only understand much, and those obscure scriptures were meaningless whispers as long as they got used to them, and for the inquisitor, she could understand any of them.

Perhaps the biggest question in the Inquisitor's mind at this moment is, Emperor, why are you testing me so much?

Somewhat, at least a few hours after Loveva felt it, (maybe not that long, but it was so uncomfortable that she felt delirious) she finally fell asleep, not because the old man didn't read it, but because she had finally learned how to ignore such things.

And the priest stopped praying at this moment, and God mysteriously took out a dispatch letter from his chest, that he was going to teach the lost lambs, telling them that the 11th tax should not stay, but he was not sure if it was right, at least he liked to go to the civilian ship to tell the citizens of the empire their pain than to curl up here by the fire.

He prayed only to make sure that the Inquisitor was so firm in his heart, and secondly, he needed to reconfirm the dispatch on the ship, and to ask himself in this case where he was so sleepy that he was confused.

He went to collect money from the Imperial Guard, the loyalists of the war heresy, was it really the will of the emperor?

The fire crackled, and the only real thing in this virtual place was nothing more than that, and in a half-dream, half-awake, the old priest saw in a trance, saw the citizens of the empire who were suffering in the lower ships, and the great emperor, and the silver sun was shining on him, guiding him.

When he opened his eyes, the holographic projection had turned into daytime, and he sat on the floor, meditating all night, but he shouted in great spirit. "O Emperor! I know! Those who need to be saved are there! ”

The Inquisitor sat up suddenly, his sleepy-eyed head bombarded with sudden shouts, only he hadn't been in pain since the last time he had been hit in the head with an assault hammer by a heretic.

She asked, scolding. "What's wrong?"

The priest just pointed to the wooden ground and said. "Follow me to hell once."

(End of chapter)