The sheer size of the empire was not something that could be assembled in a matter of days, and over the course of a long time, Alan Bair began to rebuild buildings that met the needs of the Imperial Guard, and with the help of members of the Panlan Mechanics and Skadi's engineers, the nearly crumbling place slowly recovered within a few months.

Of course, they can't afford to make those giant towers that rise from the ground and spread thousands of meters, and most of the manpower during this time is focused on expanding the starport and repairing the weather system, although the temperature is similar to that of Skadi itself, but the unhindered cosmic rays may affect the body of the War Lord, so for half a year almost the standard time of Terra, Alan Baier's food, clothing, shelter and transportation are still on the Poldero.

And the clumsy words of radiation or something can't actually deceive most people, and a few people can feel the reality behind this, this is Alan Baier's test for the managers here, how long can they repair the lighting and protection system before the lord will walk off the battleship, this is a test for them, and the lord's reluctance to land is even more insulting to them.

At this point, today is the day when Alan Bair came to live in the fortress, and during this time, Mr. Almiron took over most of the work of the territory, and he has worked hard to maintain the operation of this barren land, and now he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The Lord's Bastion, which has been furnished with new furniture and redesigned to be more habitable, with closed walls replaced by transparent windows that let in sunlight, wooden floors and stoves in the halls, fur decorations like the cold worlds of Skadi or Valhalla, and red brick stoves to match the extremely low overall temperature of the fort due to the war, as well as filled trenches and commercial streets and high-rise residential areas around the castle.

Of course, Mr. Almiron has a place for himself, and now the fortress is left with only the Void Shield and two Spears of Counter Light, a sign of the unconditional trust and relaxation of the Imperial Guard's rights, because there is nothing more than unarming to show recognition of the vast foreign power.

The PDF naturally expressed its dissatisfaction with this matter, but after the mutiny, the nobles were irreparably disappointed and distrustful of the PDF, so in the case of Aylabair's removal, in the instigation of Almiron, a mighty disarmament action came as scheduled.

At this point, Almiron's personal majesty had reached its zenith in terms of power alone, followed by the colonel, who had proved his loyalty, at the disposal of what little force was left.

At this point, the balance has been broken, as long as the Imperial Guard still regards this as an important transit area, they will not have the so-called pdf, strong warriors will replace the weak ones, and there will even be space marines, Inquisitors, mechanical cathars, or battle nuns passing by and use this place as a starting point for death.

And today is the day when the heroes of Alan Bair disembarked, and those servants were terrified, in the face of this fortress, the master of this star sector, whether they would be provoked or not, became the most important moment of their lives, so far.

When the young man stepped out of the car, most people realized that the actual ruler of the sector was younger than most people thought, and some people thought that he had used some powerful means of life extension, and if you look at it from the perspective of traversal, he did use means beyond the imperial technology, but not voluntarily.

When the two destinies stacked together, and years of conquest, he had been made a heavy warhammer by the Emperor to wield, smash, crush, and crush most of the heretics seen by humanity for the sake of the Empire.

He stepped out of the car that had been built for the lord, with Almiron following and began to explain the transformation of the realm during this time. "My lord, we have completed the renovation of the city, opened a hotel and resting baths, a tavern, and a restaurant, and other services, so that soldiers can easily find their needs and squander their throne coins."

"Is there anything you do?" Alan Baier felt the touch of an open place that he hadn't come to for a long time, the battleship was not bad, but it was also very depressing to stay for a long time, if it wasn't for the accumulation of habits of living in the nest capital, he probably couldn't stand it, it was better to say that the current problem was more caused by the previous habits.

Almiron only looked puzzled about that aspect, and then Alan Bair held out his hand and gestured a sign of sex, that is, one through the other.

"Of course, my lord, there should be, you know, after all, there are quite a few people who want to make able-bodied men, well, and get a sum of money." Almiron did not avoid the question, but answered directly, for him this is only one of the circumstances considered.

"So, I need you to do a good job of mandatory protective measures, for the soldiers, you know, those diseases, I don't want such a thing to appear in my troops, if there is, then I will give them more training to kill those energy." Alan Bair showed considerable disgust for this matter, not in terms of lust, but in most cases, those human desires would become a shortcoming, and it was not good to suppress and ignore them, so his greatest requirement for the industries carried out by the common people here was health.

Almiron nodded, if he can become a pdf and then become an Imperial Guard, his body must be fine, then the problem with his soldiers is probably the position of the infected, so he really needs to pay attention to epidemic prevention, because those things can affect the combat effectiveness of the individual in the short term, but the fact that Lord Alan Bair can be so open still surprises this distribution officer.

"My lord, I thought you would avoid those questions."

Alan Bair replied. "The elites of the Fifth and Fourth Regiments of Scaddy and the 113th Regiment of Forlacia will definitely not, but the soldiers who will be received here in the future are not only the elites of the Imperial Guard, the void is huge, and the fish and dragons are mixed, as long as they have the opportunity to break away from the troops, they will become a rabble, and the strong soldiers who can maintain their personal style anytime and anywhere are rare treasures in the entire universe." He saw it objectively, but Almiron saw a way to survive, and he remembered that he still had savings, and if he used it to create a custom district, he would definitely be able to make a lot of money.

Since the lord acquiesces in this matter, the profits can also be put into the pocket in a righteous and bright way, and the interests involved behind it will also become interesting and complicated, he needs to monopolize the industry as soon as possible, and then plan the situation and modularize the process, he will become a man who relies on women to succeed, but there are many women in this country.

In this way, Almiron's heart was not focused on the arrival of the lord, but he also took the lord into the new hall normally, the crackling stove, the beautiful fur, Alan Baier was rarely satisfied with the arrangement, but today can be said to be an exception.

He stepped up to the main seat, and Almiron left the room in a fit for all, and at this moment Sergeant Katachan, who had followed them all the way, spoke. "That man is obviously not a good guy, we need to trust him?"

"Trust? No, it's far from it, he's not someone who should be trusted, he's a businessman by nature, but the term born is inaccurate, because few people are destined to be like this, and he must have gone through a lot of pain to be so interested in profit. Alan Barr pointed pointedly, stroking the soft fur of the chairs and asking the servant to pour him a drink.

"A man like him is not a warrior, but he is not worthless, he is certainly not suitable as an ally, but he is loyal to interests, as long as the interests are aligned, there is no better servant than him, I don't hate such a guy, as long as he can provide us with convenience." Those judgments of Alan Bair were mainly judged by the intelligence provided by the Wild Serpent, and about Almiron, the Wild Serpent and he both felt that the man could be used.

"I don't trust him, that guy smells of titanium, but he lacks that belief in their ether, probably mercenary and malicious." The non-commissioned officer chief could not understand, he was not at ease that such a person would be in charge of logistics in their rear.

Alan Beyer retorted. "No, he only has interests in his eyes, but loyalists are easy to collapse, faith is strong, but if the strong walls collapse, they will be extremely vulnerable, as long as the enemy's attack is terrible enough, countless things oppress a person, no matter how powerful the loyal person will fail, but such a guy, he will not be oppressed, because he is mercenary."

"As long as you provide him with enough benefits, you don't have to worry about betrayal, but I won't let him touch the core interests, he is destined to only accept petty profits in this life, this is the fate of the disloyal, even if he is capable enough to manage a larger place."

The Master Chief couldn't help but scold. "It's sad."

"Such a person will definitely suffer if he lives."

Alan Baier shook his head, "How come?"

"For him, the throne coin is the emperor, when the concept of money is recognized by the public becomes his obsession, then this thing is extremely important to him, and secondly, he is very smart, not stupid and short-sighted pursuit of profit, this is the most important, many loyal people will not do this, they directly and madly face the emperor's faith, but they can't do the perfection of Magron, and they don't see the smoothness of Almiron, so he is already more free than 90% of the believers of the empire."

Master Chief said thoughtfully. "And he's good?"

"Okay?" Alan Baier thought for a moment. "It's his business, his own judgment, his understanding, not the concept that society has instilled in him, he is addicted to his desire for money and enjoys that feeling, so he seems to be living comfortably, but if you let him be like a believer, he will never be able to do it."

"His excellence lies in the fact that he lives like himself, not bound by the emperor or anything, but such a person must also be smarter than others to find his place in this desperate world, and at the same time have a lot of luck."

The Master Chief lowered his head and thought, he was not sure if he was comfortable, because the environment determined that he became like this, so whether he was free or not, such thoughts couldn't help but appear in his head, but Almiron had no doubt that he was not born to love money, but he and the Master Chief were good at doing this, killing people or making money, so there was no difference between them in status and value.

It's just that Alan Baier interrupted Master Chief's thoughts before he could wake up, and he said. "By the way, there is a prophecy about the next attack, the one who destroys the eagle, he sees one, a powerful psychic power."

"Although he later asked the Star Whisperer Master to make sure, he still didn't get an affirmation, but I remembered the incident, I felt that something had taken a fancy to the Sergeant of the Destruction Eagle, and I needed you, the heroes of Katachan, to help them in the invasion of Engilli's login battle, to help them defeat those potential glooms."

The Master Chief asked suspiciously. "How can you be sure that such a thing will happen, we are your personal guards, what if you are attacked, a flagship decapitation, that kind of thing is too ridiculous, it will dishonor us."

"I know we're not really Katachan, but the privates who inherited the Katachan blade don't think our defeat would be an insult to the forest warriors."

"We can fight to the death, but we can't give up on our primary goal, so I can refuse even your request."

Alan Bair just handed out a cup of coffee. "Master Chief, I'm not being vexatious, the prophecy ability of that new psionic think tank is obvious to all, even if it seems vague at the moment, it is not groundless, don't you think that Space Marine, the mighty Astarte will have nightmares?"

"That's natural, definitely not, the super soldiers created by the emperor are not flawed." Sergeant Katachan nodded.

Alan Bair said again. "Secondly, we must take the Ngilli spaceport, the Red Pirates are gathering, they were badly injured by us last time, but it doesn't mean that they broke their vertebrae, those bad things" are smelling the blood of war here, no different from sharks.

"Taking the spaceport as complete as possible can help us improve the defense system here, relying on the unique defense system and location of the spaceport, we can defeat the attack with the inferior forces, and save the empire from many disasters in the end of the forty millennia." Alan Bair made it clear that he had to take that place, so the two most powerful special forces would probably go as well, in other words, he would face a bad situation where he would have no one to protect for a while.

Master Chief shook his head. "Victory here is not as important as your life, we all feel so."

Alan Bair just replied. "But what is my life compared to the huge void, the human race has been 40,000 years old, stationed, constantly stationed, even if it is small, I want to have a beautiful victory, I don't have to pay such a huge death, sacrifice, if this price is only my personal danger, I don't care what enemy I may face, and I will win, because the emperor blesses."

"Okay, that's the end of the topic, if the landing battle really comes, I'll let you attack, with the commander's orders." He said categorically.

(End of chapter)