"The state religion, a gigantic creature attached to the empire, has been created for nine millennia, and its history has been so long that many of them have forgotten the essence of serving the emperor."

"When I saw the silvery sun in my heart criticizing the folly of the state religion, I realized that whether it was the flowers or the fragrance of the cypress after bathing, someone needed to fulfill the emperor's will." The old man brought the brown paper in his hand representing the will of the state religion, just like the inquisitor's rose knot, and some people commented:

I carry with me a Inquisition insignia, a very small and inconspicuous object, in a Prouvian obsidian box. It's very austere, with only a main ornament and a simple motto, and it looks unremarkable. However, with this thing, I can sign an extermination order and leave billions of souls behind

———— Triviam Frost, Inquisitor of the Order of the Holy Hammer

At this moment, the brown paper is one of the highest approvals of the empire, which stipulates that as long as the Sun Lord himself plans to settle the area, then in the life of Alan Baier, the planned place can be exempted from 11 taxes and other complicated things according to the emperor's will.

In other words, as long as the Sun Lord is willing to define this, he can make a world rich out of thin air.

For the first-class tax casting world, the Sun Lord has this brown paper in his hand, which is worth enough to buy a continent, and secondly, this represents the support and recognition of the Imperial State Church for the expedition.

At the beginning, kraft paper was just a carrier, although there were few special tax exemptions, but they were not without tax in the huge empire, the main casting world of the Mechanic Cult, the religious world of the state religion, and the fortress world of the Star Marines were all exempt from taxes, in other words, although the power of this paper was strong, it was not without exceptions.

And how long can a mortal live? As long as he is alive, it is the biggest limitation, for this huge empire, even if Alan Baier designates a star sector to be exempt from taxes, it is not enough to hurry up to two or three hundred years, and it will be gone in a blink of an eye.

And hundreds or nearly a thousand worlds in a star region are enough for mortals to sacrifice their lives to study.

And the essence of these privileges is the ownership of the state religion, if the lord betrays the empire or breaks with the state religion, it will no longer exist, to put it bluntly, compared to the sacred contract, it represents that the imperial guard and the state religion will be close to each other in the hundred years that the sun lord is alive.

It is equivalent to a fixed 2 seats in the High Lord's Council, and it is also a force that should not be underestimated for the Empire, not to mention the Star Academy, the organization like the Thorn Parlor is already neutral, and the actual contradictory organization is only the problem of the Inquisition, the Mechanic Sect, and the Merchant Marine Society.

But the pressure of the two-seat alliance is too great, and other organizations within the empire will definitely stop it, which is why the old bald donkey is secretive all the way, of course, it is unexpected that Alan Baier can convince him of this, after all, he originally came to give the Sun Lord a dismount and occupy the commanding heights of the alliance at the same time.

When Alan Bair signed his name, the warm smile of the old man in front of him made people hesitate, although the matter was indeed resolved, and the Imperial Guard was the object of being climbed by others as Alan Bair said, but the sense of control of the state religion was still uncomfortable.

The old man watched as he finished signing, took away his file, and shook hands cordially, and Alan Baier couldn't help but think of how many people wanted to try it out of their families with the handshake of Pope Terra.

He stretched out his hand, carefully feeling the warmth and power, but he only touched the old man's shriveled and weak palm, which was very different from the big man he imagined calling for wind and rain in the empire.

The old man seemed to see the careful thoughts in his thoughts, and asked with interest. "How does it feel?"

Alan Bair replied. "Responsibility, just responsibility."

The old man said, "It's not this, it's my hand, it's completely different from the people you imagine to be at the peak of power, isn't it?" ”

There was a hint of appreciation in his eyes. "I'm 498 years old, child, and you're the heir to the empire, and the Emperor is still watching here, but you know that the idea of the end is getting more and more fierce within the state religion."

"It's completely different from when I first stepped into this path, and people are now frightened by all kinds of strange and alien tyranny, invasions, and invasions that preceded the 41 millennium."

"There are also a large number of legitimate psionics who have begun to prophesy calamities of all kinds, ranging from someone witnessing a pirate invasion to someone who, depending on the strength of their abilities—" he choked up, and then said. See the empire torn in half. ”

Alan Baier replied subconsciously. "Eye of Fear, Abaddon."

The old man smiled. "You've proven yourself to be smarter than I thought you were, and now you've proven your erudition, and I'm glad to see someone like you at such an old age."

Alan Baier said. "The nightmare of 41,000 years is still early, I don't know how far away."

"And, I bet, you'll live for another hundred years."

The old man let go of his grip, he was amazed that the young man had heard so many secrets, and that his palms were still so clean, that there was no sweat, that his pulse was still calm, that there was no confusion, and that he felt more and more that his maverick alliance had many unexpected values.

"Very well, I need to meditate, thank you for leaving me a room in the church so that I can rest while witnessing the light of the emperor." The meaning of his send-off was already very strong, and Alan Baier also turned away, not even too polite.

Etiquette, honor, or more secular feelings no longer matter to the top of the empire at their level, at the end of the 40 millennia, when human civilization is at stake, the big man is much more open-minded than the little one, and the empire can move forward slowly.

"How does it feel? Lord Sunlord? "The Judge Lady, who was almost ignored, accosted Alan Bair, who had stepped out of the building, and emphasized this." Compared to that bling outfit, your current outfit is more in line with my aesthetic. ”

Alan Bair changed into the military uniform, which should be the Imperial Officer's to be precise, the military uniform without a cape, all in dark tones, off-white, in line with the darkness of Skadi, and the inky gold Terra Star badge on his chest was shining.

"Beautiful lady, you can't get any money anymore, you know." Alan Baier had no interest in her at the moment.

"I'm just here for a legend, an immortal, an orc killer, a red pirate nemesis, a genius tactician, a legendary leader, a sun lord, a lot of things stacked on top of one person, and I do see your strategy, but now I need something else." Lovelova said this, which intrigued Alan Baier.

"What's that?" He asked.

Inquisitor Lovelova replied earnestly. "Your personal thoughts, as the Inquisition has always been, need to record many, many thoughts and fates, aliens, traitors, victories, defeats."

"The records may not be made public, and they may not be very useful, but it is unlikely for me to be tried or financially satisfied now, and I have just been appointed by the trial court to refuse to pay for the return of expenses."

"So, I'm going to document those things from your personal point of view, okay?" The judge said.

Alan Byr noticed only one problem. "So, you're going to be by my side, um, to be exact, you're going to write my biography?"

"Biography? Interesting, it's just a paperwork inside the court, but I do need to follow you for a while. A beauty like Lovelova said so frankly, Alan Baier was embarrassed to refuse, and secondly, he smelled the thoughts of the Inquisition behind this matter.

"But I have a close relationship with the state church...", Alan Baier asked tentatively, the relationship between the Inquisition and the State Church was almost the same as that between the Machine Church and the Inquisition, quite bad.

Lovelova simply replied. "So what, I spent crazy nights with the Pope, and I was his assistant to the sermon that involved 20,000 permanent people on the ship."

"It's quite an honor, and going through the experience of being around the Sun Star Domain Pope and the Sun Lord will definitely make you soar, miss." Alan Baier quipped.

Lovelova did not deny it, and their gesture of walking and talking here was also seen by many, and the news spread, the second lieutenant with his nose in the dormitory heard it, the captain who corrected the poison blade tank knew, and the lieutenant who checked the tactical situation understood.

Master Chief Katachan was surprised by the suddenness of the incident, and Lighterin Kid was about to try his hand at making a cake to please his boss, and Master Doom Falcon secretly expressed his blessing to the incident.

Colonel Ryan asked the Partolians to come up with a good enough gift, Kane and Zivan observed the situation with interest, but the Chief of Staff only silently booked the best tavern in the area.

In the middle of the night, Alan Bair said goodbye to the Inquisitor, and he was glad to have met a clever woman who could help him, self-reliant, and psionic enough to kill and burn an orc boss alive...

He said a lot of experiences, went around the whole city, the pace did not stop, and basically all the people knew one thing, the Sun Lord had a "lover"!

When he returned to his quarters, which were almost palatial, he had the best of them, though only temporarily, and the Bordello was now filled with all sorts of borrowed luxuries, not necessarily worse than here.

He opened the door with retinal recognition, yawning and preparing to sleep, but suddenly a thick arm lifted him like a chick, and the master chief of the Falcon of destruction hid in the room for some time, and his battle-hardened face showed a gentle smile.

"Congratulations, comrade-in-arms."

"Let's go have a drink."

Alan Baier was a little sleepy, but he didn't say no. "Indeed, just you and me?"

"Everybody's here, brothers of the Imperial Guard and fighting brothers of the Falcon, we'll take the whole tavern down."

Master Chief doesn't like to break the bank very much, but unlike most people understand, Space Marines don't eat grains, it's just that synthetic industrial-grade (physically industrial-grade) food can make them fight longer, but in today's rare peaceful time, he will also choose food.

Alan Barr nodded when he heard everyone there, and Master Chief suddenly grabbed him and spoke. "Stand firm!" The giant grabbed his body and jetpack flew at low power, and even then, Alan Bair felt a pain in his cheeks...

But when he saw the huge city below, the sparkling lights, and the empire in the moonlight, he felt warm and comfortable, this era lacked human habitats, and his efforts were for such a view.

With the power of the jetpack, it is easy to get close to the tavern, and it is probably difficult for ordinary people to imagine that angels like Space Marines are so fond of fun and play, but in the end, they are still human, and they also have seven emotions and six desires, but the usual pursuit of faith and honor makes them suppress their own affairs.

If the Emperor's Crusade comes to an end, the Space Marines will become artists, teachers, and authors, cultivating the empire into an enlightened cultural nation through their intelligent thoughts and insights across the galaxy, like the spirits of the past, who are at the pinnacle of art and technology, where no one is hungry and no one is afraid...

Unfortunately, the betrayal destroyed everything, leaving the Space Marines to close their hearts and enter the Castle Abbey, and the Star Marine's plans to retire were also put to rest.

When the Master Chief put down Alan Baier, there was a hint of gratitude in his eyes, at least he had not been so excited in a long time, and in such a small matter, he rarely felt that there was peace and victory in war besides honor.

However, he also knew that neither the Imperial Guard nor the Space Marines could stand still, and the war would not end, although this moment should definitely be celebrated.

And Alan Baier just looked at the tavern in front of him and muttered how many Throne Coins they needed to charter the venue, and then stepped in, and saw his old comrades, Skadi's officers, Katachan, Partoria, and many other brothers, as well as colonels, Kane, ensigns, chiefs of staff, and many other brothers.

And he didn't expect that they didn't drink at the moment, they didn't make a mess, they just sat in a proper manner, the tables and chairs in the middle of the entire tavern were emptied, and they leaned around, although it was simple, it even reminded Alan Baier of the 61 Children's Day talent show, the kindergarten teacher gave the children an empty space.

But he sensed that the group had ulterior motives, and when he stepped in, the second lieutenant with four or five soldiers carried a gray gift box (which looked like a supply box) and spoke. "Boss, be careful."

"Did you get me a white scar of the same motorcycle?" Alan Baier also felt it, rubbing his hands, looking at this one-person tall gift...

He opened it slowly, and then the surprise turned into a fright, and Miss Lovelova, with whom he had been chatting in the afternoon, was tied up like a rice dumpling and struggled inside, and the second lieutenant was now speaking strange love poems out of place, and some soldiers complained that the young lady was unwilling to come on a date, and could only "invite" her.

Alan Bair used to think that nothing in this dark universe could dry his head, but it turns out that a group of old men of the empire who have been single all their lives and fight every day have the ability to act and the inexplicable, "speculation" of love, which is the most chaotic thing in this universe.

Then, under the second lieutenant's expression, congratulating the boss and the inquisitor for a hundred years, and the resentful gaze of the struggling inquisitor, the Sun Lord regained his dignity and shouted.

"TMD, release the Inquisitor! Then you go and brush the toilet for me! He expletively spoke.

(End of chapter)