Three days had passed since Lord Margroon's death, and thanks to the sacrifice of this great man, the realm had maintained a certain level of order to the point where they could receive signals from the Imperial Guard, but they knew that the Imperial Guard was already exterminating traitors in the face of betrayal and despair, and the Colonel couldn't help but feel ironic, but he had been reinstated.

Thanks to the sacrifice of the lord, those who betrayed were forgiven, which was a rare exception in the history of the empire, and they did not even remove their officers from their posts, but only asked them to apologize to the lord's heroic spirit in front of the emperor, and even seemed a bit of a joke, but after all, it was the last words of Lord Margronn.

In the end, he was buried according to the standard of the state religion saint in this place, although there was no bell of Terra, and there was no silence for hundreds of millions of people, and even for this empire, the death of such a lord may not be painful, and even 99.99% of the human race in the huge void did not know that such a person existed, but he still did his duty without hesitation.

Of course, there are also people who think that the death of the lord is ridiculous black humor, after all, as long as you hold on the Void Shield for a few hours, the Imperial Guard will come, but they always forget that a society without order cannot afford the huge social civilization and violent form of the army, and without the greatness of Margron, they will become technological barbarians, biting, plundering, and eating people like gangs in each other.

There is no one to manage the radio, no one is going to clean up the bombed port, the landing of the Imperial Guard and the actual dispatch will face great trouble, and the delay will only make the result worse, and the death of the lord will not only bring order, but also arrange the handover, and the Wild Serpent and the Colonel are given the authority and understanding of the matter, so that they can clean up the port and link the radio as soon as the Imperial Guard arrives.

Even so, the productivity that had exhausted the entire balance could only land, and the inability to open the warehouse made the hunger worse, and the private office on the Pordero, the data transmitted by the fortress made Lord Alan Baier's expression complicated.

He is not a villain, nor is he a hero, in order to save this star sector, he has let this place bear too much suffering, but in this end of human civilization, in the powerful militarism and the cult of force, did he do it wrong?

Those kindnesses are deep in his bones, and those naiveties that cannot be erased before humans set foot in the endless starry sky, Earth, no, Divine Terra is too gentle, but the kindness he inherited from the Mother of the Earth is only a burden in the void.

"If there were a humanitarian association, they would probably come to me and ...... "warmongers?" He thinks so, but everything about him is given by war, orcs, heretics, demons, traitors, titanium, dark spirits, into the embodiment of the war that has no end in his life.

Judging from the results, sacrificing a lord, he got enough resources to support the invasion of the Imperial Guard fleet, reasonable supply points, and the recognition of most of the lords here, the so-called human beings, that is, 100% of the people listen to the orders of 10% of the people, and 10% of the people listen to 1%, so he only needs to control 0.5%, and he gets 100% loyalty.

He used the sacrifice of one person and the death of hundreds of thousands of people in exchange for the loyalty of tens of millions of people in this area, countless resources, and a fortress that could be used as a general transit station, which was simply a pawn that ate half of the chessboard on the opposite side, which was definitely not a mistake in judgment and command.

It's just that the sense of morality that binds him still exists, and for this cruel void, his level of morality is obviously too high.

He subconsciously went to get his own kettle, only to find that it had dried up, leaving only the special taste of artificial caffeine, and now, he could understand why the heroes of the Imperial War loved the pungent taste of the drink.

He can only rush by himself, it is clear that he is the supreme commander but there are no orderlies, which is actually arrogant, even Kane has an adjutant to prepare tea and food for him, but Alan Baier still can't stand this, he has hands and feet, and there is no need to go into a nursing home.

He stood up and prepared to leave, but the first thing to call was not the Imperial Reka coffee, but the captain's notice, and Alan Bair pressed the button amid the buzzing of electricity. "This is Alan Bair's office, what's the matter?"

The captain's voice replied. "It's time to land, the port has been cleared."

"It's a lot faster than expected, according to the local pdf commander's report, those treasures should still be there, I want to take out some of the disaster relief, and it's still important to maintain the vitality and transit capacity here." Alan Bair replied.

The captain's tone was a little funny. "You know that if there is a real war, all the personnel and dispatchers here will be replaced by people from the Imperial Guard, in other words, the Expeditionary Military Affairs Department that belongs to us alone, and gives food to those civilians, because what? Is it kind? What's the point of that, can they shoot? ”

"Prepare a transport ship for me, I want to confirm the supply situation, and then issue permissions, don't ask anything else, I owe too much to the undead here, I can't let the living people still starve?" Alan Baier doesn't care about the captain's attitude, he has already decided on this matter, even the emperor can't change it, the human empire has spare power, this matter does not involve complicated scheduling, he is fed up with the devastated battlefield, and now it's time to give alms.

The captain did not answer, but said. "Landing in Area B, for the emperor."

"Thank you, for the emperor's sake." Alan Bair turned off the communication, then walked out of the office, and greeted the two Katachan guards at his door, as well as the chief of staff and the second lieutenant born in the Loyal Heir Academy, who were in charge of the dispatch of the army and the character and loyalty of the soldiers.

On the transport ship, listening to the start of the engine, said the second lieutenant. "The familiar witchcraft gravity is different from the feeling on the ship, by the way, Boss, is that lord's sacrifice worthwhile?" He has probably read the information and knows the following situation, for him the lord is a stranger, but he still has respect for the victim, but he doesn't understand, obviously Skadi's main force has arrived, he still died stupidly.

Alan Bair replied. "Many tragedies in this universe are generated by information transmission and transportation, if we can provide our movements and information here anytime and anywhere, then the void will no longer be huge and terrifying, if human beings one day complete such great feats, maybe the entire galaxy will become our bag, but now we can't do it."

The chief of staff added. "Therefore, the sacrifice of the lord is absolutely worthwhile, it is the reality of this void, not a tragedy, he is great and dutiful."

The lieutenant nodded, no more words, he might be dreaming, a dream that humans don't rely on the language of the stars or subspace, but dreams are always dreams.

When the transport plane docked, the port full of waste was barely cleared out of the runway, and next to the debris were waiting warriors and lord's servants, a middle-aged man, a fur coat, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, quite greasy, and a man of a fairly old grade, wearing a dark green military uniform, and a much younger officer in the same military uniform, compared to this, to Elan Bair's surprise, the old man in a simple robe, he searched for the name of this and that person, but found that he had forgotten.

He stepped off the transport plane, and the gentleman immediately stepped forward and bowed. "My lord, I am Mr. Magron's servant, Almiron, complex management and dispatch of territorial resources, my lord, welcome to our fortress." He looked very polite, but Alan Barr just nodded, and walked over to the robed old man.

"You're the counter?" He asked.

"Yes, my lord, I'm glad you remember me, old Chester, I'm not dead yet, thanks to you, I helped the former lord of Margron complete a mobilization, and now I'm the statistician of the realm." His spirit was much better than last time, the old man bowed gently, and his old body made people wonder if he would die because of it, but overall it was still good.

Alan Baier nodded, and said. "Congratulations, you've found your place."

Almiron showed a look of disgust at the moment, he had enough of this lucky guy, but he quickly adjusted, and followed the lord, and was also afraid of those black-skinned people with arms bigger than his head, how could their skin be so dark, and the temperature here was still close to freezing, but their clothes only had two long sleeves, and their muscles bulged to see clearly.

In comparison, the temperament of these five or six soldiers can be pressed against dozens of heavily armed pdf here, and even a layman knows that in terms of violent organization, the Skady Imperial Guard and the shrimp soldiers and crabs here will not be at the same level.

With this, the colonel and major immediately saluted and spoke. "Long pipe, make you smile."

"No, you're doing a good job." Alan Bair replied that for him, not losing it here was an extraordinary performance, after all, the enemies of the PDF were thugs at best.

After a brief round of service, a few soldiers with good temperament and a few high-ranking executives, he rode to the fortress, where he saw the poor food of the inhabitants and the severe shortage of supplies, and approved the use of material relief measures, and re-granted Almiron a part of the right to open small storage warehouses in various places.

It was already an exaggeration of gratitude to them, but only a little compensation for Alan Bair, who later came to the tomb of Margroun, as a saint who had put an end to the conflict, and his tomb was still very simple, only a cross, marble, and a part of the plant transplanted from the garden of the fortress, carved with a sentence.

【Unwavering Loyalty】

This is quite in keeping with his rustic life, where the people originally planned to build a Gothic cathedral along a 30-50 km stretch to commemorate him.

But the colonel of the pdf strongly objected, and his original words were that this man was destined not to enjoy the glory and wealth that others envied, and that material things were always the lowest priority in his life, so it was good to do so now.

In the end, Alan Bair presented him with flowers, although it was a man-made fake, but Magron probably didn't care, he had completed the Emperor's mission.

After a brief reunion, Alan Bair left, he didn't have any emotions about this man, he didn't know him much, he just worked with the emperor, if he really wanted to say, the man he knew was at most a "colleague", no different from other colleagues in the Imperial Guard, at most comrades-in-arms.

He got into the car, dismissed the entourage, and drove alone to a remote place, only to be destroyed by the bombed ruins, and at the moment he missed the tracks of the Chimera armored car, but fortunately, the bumpy road was repaired by someone in advance, and he could barely pass.

Three hours, with a certain amount of counter-reconnaissance and detours, he came here, a dilapidated and dilapidated house that was about to collapse due to a certain degree of bombing, and it was vaguely visible that it was a tavern, and he walked into the room, took off his snow-stained coat and put it at the door, and here, inside, sat scattered guests as if they had not experienced war, and the bartender wiped his glass.

When the bartender saw Alan Bair, he said. "Guest, your invitee is on the second floor, room 204." Alan Bair nodded, walked up the wooden staircase, came to the room, knocked on the door, and the voice of the wild snake came as expected. "Please come in."

Alan Baier pushed the door open, feeling that the door seemed to be wooden but extremely heavy, and the interior was made of soundproof synthetic materials, he opened it, entered, and saw a wooden table with a mess of appetizers, most of which were famous snacks of the Empire, such as carter rolls or Cerma bread, he closed the door and smelled the place.

"Wild snake wine?" He asked.

"Right, a drink?" The serpent replied.

"Drinking confuses the brain and reduces command ability." Alan Baier shook his head.

"It's a lot of going out." The serpent drank the almost transparent wine on the crispy rolls of that strange starch.

"Sacrifice is not without it." Alan Bair replied. "Do you know this symbol more than that?" He handed out a drawing that had been placed in a sealed bag, with crooked symbols drawn on the vellum.

"Oh my God, is this an orc drawing?" The wild snake grimaced.

"Yes, an orc leader named Ebony Duan, I captured and slaughtered, this is the ship icon that transports supplies for them, suspected to be the purple hand." Alan Bair replied.

"I've heard that you can take something out of the mouths of those crazy orcs, but I didn't cover it up, it seems that it is impossible for orcs to tell humans such information, and I have a small answer." The Wild Serpent recalls the orc drugs used by Count Great's army.

"This, is a symbol of the tantric organization called the Sisterhood of Evolutionaries, they are not large, only women, and believe that human mutations are impure, which can be said to be quite loyal, and they have also replaced the responsibility of the mechanical religion in this area to a certain extent, and stabilized the DNA of humans through the technology of the dark technology age they found, to reduce the birth of mutants and psykers." The serpent replied.

"Sounds like the Purple Hand is completely opposite......" Alan Baier didn't understand why the contradictory organization was like this.

"It may be a blame, but in any case, this sister will be involved, I can go and investigate the situation over there, but their headquarters is in the Njili Roaming Harbor." The serpent replied.

Alan Baier shook his head. "Then I don't need you to investigate, I have already sent out the star language, gathered troops, and after a while, we will want to roam the harbor and launch a general attack, I will take down the entire Pangia sub-star district, and then find that disgusting sect with unclean beliefs to settle the sins." He picked up the piece of paper and looked at the serpent.

"When it's over, do you want to be the planetary governor of the Garden World?"

The serpent replied with a smile. "The lord of the manor is fine, I don't have any ambitions."

"Or will you let me be a Grand Inquisitor and fulfill my dreams?"

Alan Bair scolded him. "No ambitions? You said that the emperor vouched that I didn't believe your, and maybe we would all be killed by heretics, so let's wait......" He walked out of the room, leaving the Serpent alone to drink, and the fate of this star sector had been completely changed by a small sacrifice.

(End of chapter)