The second lieutenant looked at the particularly large radio in the command area with a gagged look, and it was not easy for him to take on most of the Imperial signals and even the star language at the moment, but he had always had a hard time.

In just a few days, he learned how to break free from the sea of information that was too much of an ocean of information to be hauled, as he realized that his task was to find the signals that the Imperial Guard needed, not to process them all.

Under his clever understanding, the signal was divided into four types, the unsaved, the saved, the useful, and the useless.

A civilian ship attacked by pirates is hopeless, and a commercial frigate can be saved, but there are still people who don't understand the market and don't emphasize the reward, so even if there is help, it is useless to emphasize that there is a reward, and a destroyer will be arranged to take a look, that's all.

But this is not because the second lieutenant is ruthless, but because there are countless chaotic star languages, there will be tens of thousands of messages in just a few light years, how huge this empire is, not to mention the radio signal, he can't "help the world" and can only live a little smoother.

But today he was a little excessive, and even brought lunch directly to work to taste, for the simple reason that today was the day when the Inquisitors arrived in this world, in other words, it was impossible for the Imperial Guard to attack, and they were going to greet those stupid fellows in the best condition.

The second lieutenant watched as those vague star words, orc attacks, traitor betrayals, civil strife, and mess of things kept going on in this universe, like black staining the whole world, he ate bread, thinking that he should have transferred this position earlier, he would rather fight than stay here.

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

Swallow the food and eat the dates, drink the cheap wine that is not clean, and then subconsciously look left and right to see if there are any old bones from the Loyal Heir Academy and shout, "No alcohol is allowed during duty time!" Then pinched his earlobe and asked him to copy a hymn to the emperor...

He looked like a repeat offender, and even though he often forgot that he was the head of the facility, he could even command the Imperial Navy to rescue him, and although it was nominally a request, he did have the right.

It is nothing for an Imperial destroyer to destroy an alien world with a population of about 1.4 billion people that has not stepped out of its home planet, and even the jumping troops on it are monster battle legions that surpass their technology for tens of thousands of years, not to mention the Imperial Land Forces.

Such a right is certainly terrifying, but the exaggerated war that the second lieutenant experiences every day has made him not know how powerful he is, and the feeling of management has been engraved into his bone marrow during his perennial military career.

But it can't be denied that he is one of the few people who can still be used in this huge empire's expansion system, especially when he looks at Didi's roaring communicator and the subsequent translation of the star language, and learns that a fairly good ship for transporting passengers and carrying at least 3,000 nobles has been shipwrecked, and it seems that there is an internal rebellion, and it is approaching this world.

The first thing that came to his mind was that the nobleman was good to die.

He is also a civilian, he must be a bit of a hater of the rich, although Xingyu said that this transportation company is willing to pay a lot of money, obviously understands the market, but the second lieutenant still can't move at the moment.

He yawned, and heard the boss's voice over the communicator. "Come to Star Harbor, people are coming, don't be wrinkled in your military uniform, wear a helmet." It sounded like a worried old father asking his son to go to an interview, and the second lieutenant tidied up his clothes in every bored way, and took the soldiers of his company there to prepare to be used as a background board.

The army boots are stepping, the march is busy, and in front of the starport gathered a huge number of troops, tanks, armor, Imperial engines, Katachan, storm troopers, Partoria legions, in two columns, welcome those two unlucky guys.

The atmosphere of war permeated here, and an elite mobilization of almost hundreds of thousands of people, which seemed to be respectful, was actually full of killing intent and was about to overflow.

Alan Byer, Lord of the Sun, standing at the Starport landing site, rarely dressed in a full set of golden relic armor and armed with a long-bladed power sword, is still a fart away, looking like a medieval lord, or a king of the feudal world.

The light of the stars shone above the armor, and tens of thousands of soldiers looked like green dragons in the atmosphere, prostrate.

Countless giant ships docked in the void, lined up, and then many people were amazed by the beauty of the Sun Lord's face-saving work, the neat queue and the ceremonial team that shook the soul in the worship of force in the empire was actually not recognized, so in essence, the empire was not very large-scale troop formation action except for the action of the Terra Great Parade.

And when the second lieutenant hurriedly arrived with the troops, Alan Baier opened his mouth to reprimand, compared to the early arrival, the private recruited in Pan Lan, to be precise, he was already a lieutenant, that young man commanded Pan Lan's war before was very exciting, in comparison, although the second lieutenant is also remarkable, but the command has been slightly worse.

Not only did he go to a military school, he was born in a professional class, and he was also smarter than a second lieutenant, and basically most people thought that this child would inherit the Sun Lord's troops in addition to the first and only regiment of Skadi, such as Gray Engar, Flaxia and other troops.

But Kane, Qi Fan, and the chief of staff all thought that the person who would inherit was the second lieutenant, the private, and the current lieutenant was very jealous because of this, but his etiquette also kept him in his heart, only the second lieutenant, who had no heart and no lungs, felt that the boss asked him to see the communicator was stupid.

In fact, Alan Baier asked him to know the ship signal and model to make up for his lack of professional military training, the commander is not a big soldier, they need to consider more, and Alan Baier feels that the lieutenant is a good commander, but he does not have the ability to lead the troops to break through adversity, on the contrary, the second lieutenant has, 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 know that if the war is over, he will definitely give up his fame and fortune to go on vacation, or repair the devastated Skadi, but he will definitely not continue the expedition...

But in this era, those who have the ability should do their best for the empire, and after dying, they will either die or continue to work, and becoming an instructor or a planetary defense team is just a dream.

But Alan Baier knows that it is very important at this moment, and if he holds the approval of the Inquisition, he can exchange it for a clean retirement, and the expedition will go smoothly, even if they are half forced and half want them to get on the black ship of the revenge expedition!

As his thoughts stopped, the engines buzzed in the void, and several transports fell, Alan Bair pressed forward to make up for the surprised expressions of the Inquisitor and the other nobles, and spoke the complex Upper Gothic in the noblest tone of his life.

He saw the beautiful woman in a leather coat like a judge's uniform, blonde hair and blue eyes with a hairy girl style, and looked at the situation here in amazement.

He spoke in a standard accent. "Welcome, guests of the Inquisition, this place is full of threats from Red Pirate traitors, we can only be so vigilant, if there is any disturbance, please take care of it."

His built-in armor sounded. "Boss, I've just seen this ship, this is—" Alan Bair turned off the communicator and continued in low Gothic. Please come with me to visit the world, and we'll talk about the distribution later..."

The second lieutenant was in a hurry at the moment, he had learned to memorize the appearance and number of the ship, and when the ornate one-kilometer-long transport ship docked, he realized that the ship had applied for a damn rescue alert.

It was too late, he couldn't break the conversation, he could only hope that the Sun Lord would change the situation again, and the negotiation situation had become as quiet as the second lieutenant felt, and the inquisitor didn't answer, just looked at the dark and untouched transport.

Alan Baier only now realized how the other guests did not show up, and the number of dozens of transport ships that fell was obviously too much, just soliciting should not be so many.

Then he tasted a suffocating aroma and the complex sound of high Gothic scriptures, and behind many high-pitched voices, the nobles in coarse cloth clothes and reciting scriptures walked out, why could Alan Baier judge that they were nobles, and they were too fat.

Then came the many mortals and citizens of the Empire who looked like worshippers, surrounded and surrounded by the old man who slowly departed from the transport plane, his crumpled skin, the huge scriptures, and the prayers that touched his heart.

"Like the emperor in the heavenly gods, he gifts, he collects, he blesses, like the love of the god emperor and his sons, spread to the world, we are all his sons, we are all his sons." The old man sang the praises of the emperor and marched forward, and so did the legion of praying men, surrounded by thousands of people and opened the way by nobles, the size of this faith army actually exceeded the martial virtue of the citizens of the empire.

Kane couldn't help but sigh. "O the emperor and all the saints of his old man's family!"

Commander Qi Fan's expression was complicated, Colonel Ryan bowed reverently, and the others probably did the same, only Alan Baier was a little unhappy, his almost perfect greeting ceremony was broken, but when the burning ashes were sprinkled by mortals, citizens other than the citizens of the empire bowed down to the old man, and he had to admit that this one had encountered a thorn.

The Inquisition Lady now turned her face sideways and began to babble to Alan Bair, the Sun Lord, about one thing, that is, the old man spent three days traveling in subspace to completely break the century-old order of a transport ship, and in the fastest time to change this place into a state evangelistic ship.

Alan Baier rubbed his cheeks, feeling rather troublesome, but the old man walked straight up and pulled out the crumpled brown paper on his chest. "Sun Lord, honorable warrior, chief, I have come on behalf of the Empire's State Religion, you can call me the Pious, I have no name, only for asceticism."

Alan Bair took the vellum paper, looked at the contents, and realized that the state church still hadn't given up the loot. "This is your purpose, you keep saying asceticism, but you are here for gold and silver treasures."

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

Alan Baier asked. "Why is the state religion first, the emperor second, and the core of the state religion is not dominated by the emperor?"

The old man held the bone rosary and spoke vigorously. "After the Golden Age, the era of chaos came, rebellion, death, the glory and glory of the empire were gone, and it was the state religion that turned the tide and unified mankind."

"The Pope is guided by the Emperor of God to open up peace for the Empire for 10,000 years."

"But the premise of all this is the emperor, isn't it? The accurate assessment is, in my case, that is, you are already shaking the ground. Alan Bair commented.

The old man replied. "The God Emperor doesn't care about many things in the mortal world, He chooses, He approves, He blesses, He permits."

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

"The state religion is the link that connects the entire galaxy at this moment." His words are seamless, from an imperial point of view, and as long as there is no faith, this vast composition of 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 he had endorsed it. “The Emperor once walked among men， but He is， and always has been， a god.

The Emperor once walked between mortals, but he was a god now and in the future.

The Emperor is the one true god， regardless of what past faiths any human may have worshipped.

The emperor is the only true God, and mankind must forget all the beliefs of the past

To purge the heretic， beware the psyker and mutant， and abhor the alien.

Purify heretics, be wary of psionics and mutants, and hate xenomorphs

Every human being has a place within the Emperor's divine order.

Everyone has a place in the divine order of the emperor"

Alan Bair said. "Then I have been, believing in the greatness of the emperor, enjoying the emperor's blessing, fighting against the heretical demon alien mutant to become the core of the emperor's state religion."

"Then, aren't the Empire's Religion and Space Marines the Empire's Religion?"

The old man froze, and he thought for a moment. "But you don't thank the Emperor for his grace."

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

The guards took out the handbook they had with them, and Alan Bair turned the first page, which clearly read the praises and graces of the emperor, followed by a full 120 pages of field prayers, which were more catchy according to the culture of the guards' birthplace.

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

The old man lowered his head, the runes on his head crumpled, and said again. "The Holy Cardinal is the state religion."

Alan Baier scolded. "Then the Emperor is not as good as the Holy Cardinal?"

The old man said. "They are the emperor's spokesmen."

At this moment, the debate was at its peak, and the Sun Lord said bluntly. "But they won't clean up heresies, and if you leave here with supplies, every bullet, every shot, every bite of food can allow the emperor's heirs to kill more enemies, and we will benefit from it."

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

"For the Emperor!"

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

"It turns out that it's not the Imperial Guard that needs us, it's that we need you..."

"I'm going to take this matter and ask that the Imperial Guard eat all the supplies, and in the name of my Terra religion, allow the world where the Sun Lord is located, a special tax exemption."

Alan Bair only came to his senses at this moment. "Holy Terra?"

The old man nodded...

(End of chapter)