There are generally three ways for a regime to gain legitimacy:

1. Give welfare to the people and buy people's hearts with money

2. Create a national narrative and a common enemy, and unite people's hearts with identity

3. Eliminate all dissidents who question the legitimacy of the regime and use violence to deter people

In fact, the three ways all mean the same thing in the final analysis - the Son of Heaven, the strong soldiers and strong horses can do it. Whoever is strong is justified.

"You, you ......" Russell's tough attitude and contempt for the emperor's authority made the priest suddenly angry, and his left hand trembled and raised, pointing at Russell's nose: "Disrespectful of the emperor!" ”

"I'll give you two seconds to put your hand down, 1 ......" Russell had just spoken, and the gray wind beside him had already stood up one step ahead of him, and the petite and lovely girl collapsed into a puff of silver-gray smoke in front of everyone.

The gray wind blew softly, and reunited into the beautiful girl beside Russell, and when she reappeared, Slim Fiber was already holding a pink soft lump of flesh in her hand, which was a whole brain that had just been cut off, and the wet brain stem and nerve fibers hung down the corners of the gray wind's clothes like a tail on a serial brain.

"What's the use of keeping a brain that doesn't know how to think?" Grey Wind said, casually dropping the intact brain that was still squirming slightly on the coffee table in front of him, knocking over the teacup in front of Inquisitor Alex.

In the next second, the priest pointed at Russell's left hand and fell down, and his body in the priest's robe fell to the ground.

Alex's face flushed, his breathing began to become rapid, his eyes glared at Russell, and the back of his clenched hand burst into bruises: "Automatic nanobot...... Forbidden dark technology, you, you blatantly violate the laws of the Empire and secretly hide abomination intelligence?! ”

"I am an official of the Federation and do not obey the laws of the Empire."

Russell looked at Alec's bloodshot eyes and said, "My wife was indeed a little reckless, and killed the priest before she counted to 2, and I can apologize to you for that." But if you call her in the word Abomination Intelligence in front of me one more time, I don't mind killing you all. ”

He actually called the abomination intelligence his wife...... The anger in Alex's eyes was almost too strong to suppress with reason, but he finally shut up at the thought of the Juggernaut's size, which was larger than the Mountain Formation.

"This is decent, how can there be the style of a human political elite when you are surprised." Russell nodded in satisfaction and leaned back lazily on the couch as he reached for a sip from his teacup, only to find a pink piece of meningeal fragments soaked inside.

Tut... Russell put down the teacup and sighed helplessly: "Gray Wind, can you restrain it a little?" I'm going to drink this tea...... Gray Wind? ”

The sudden sense of crisis made him suddenly raise his head, and saw Gray Wind's cheeks flushed, and his cute face was occupied by an expression of excitement that was difficult to describe, obscene and gloomy, and the rapid gasping sound was like a perverted idiot who saw a beautiful OL woman on the train.

"You, what did you just call me?" Grey Wind fixed his eyes on Russell's face and sat down on the couch with his body clinging to his body.

"Don't show such a lewd expression in front of outsiders, I will be embarrassed to be seen that my wife is an idiot." Russell held down her hands that were groping on his legs and slapped Gray Wind lightly on the forehead.

"Well, I'll ask ...... when they're gone," Gray Wind's rapid breathing gradually subsided, and sharp nails gently scratched the skin of Russell's wrist: "I like to hear you call me that." ”

"Got it, got it......"

Russell now deeply agrees with the correctness of the Whale Shark King Rolling Stone theory, the recent gray wind is getting more and more difficult to coax, in the past, she would be happy for a long time as long as she touched her head, but now once the mood rises, she has to give up.

After calming down the gray wind, Russell turned his gaze to the Terra envoy in front of him, Alex's eyes still had irrepressible anger rising, and the other priest who was not killed by the gray wind turned pale, looking at the corpses of his colleagues and the brains that had been dug out at a loss.

Only the technocracy was still looking around curiously, trying to see some precious technical details in the decoration of the walls and the body of the gray wind.

"In short, what Tyra's attitude is doesn't matter to us, and the authority of the Federation doesn't need to be certified by anyone." Russell gently groped the back of Grey Wind's head and said, "If you want to go to Otlama, you can go, I won't stop you."

But I need to warn you - Otlama himself is in danger, a terrifying alien called the Tyranid is invading there, and by the time you get there, the Ultramarines may already be trapped in the Worm Sea, and Maculag may have to come to the rescue of Terra. ”

"Thanks for the reminder, we'll pay extra attention." Alex said in a deep voice.

Obviously, with the Great Expedition wiping out most of the alien races in the galaxy, the Inquisitors of Terra did not believe that the glorious 13th Legion would be planted at the hands of Tyran, a nameless alien who had never heard of it before.

With the salty smell of the Cleric's brain fluid, Russell and Alex chatted for a while about the Ultramarines and Otrama.

Talking about the grim situation in the galaxy now, Alex was not worried, he sighed a little weakly: "The situation is so rotten, maybe only the legendary emperor's god heir, the great genetic prototype, returns to the empire, and it is possible to save the empire from the quagmire......

"Speaking of the original...... I almost forgot, you don't know about that, do you? Russell picked up the teacup and put it down again, saying, "The original body of the Dark Angel, the Lion King Ryan El Johnson, has returned, and he is currently leading the Dark Angel in the Krenna sector north of the Eye of Fear against the Chaos Warlord who has risen. ”

"Is that true?!" The pale face of the priest behind Alex was suddenly swept away, and his expression was extremely excited: "The Emperor's Son of God has really returned?!" ”

"I have no position to lie to you on this matter...... But if you really want to talk about it, the current chaotic times of the galaxy have arrived, and all forces have risen one after another, even if you are the original body, you can't save the building by yourself. Russell shook his head.

Then, he clapped his hands gently: "Then I'll help you again." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly giant dressed in a scholar's robe and covered in crimson skin with blood bent down and entered the door and came in front of everyone.

"You! You are! Are you?! When the priest next to him was puzzled, the black-clothed psyker who had been sitting silently behind him was suddenly shocked, his three eyes widened at the same time, and he actually subconsciously launched a psionic attack.

Magnus blew lightly, dissolving the oncoming psionic attack, and then asked Russell, "You called me?" ”

Russell nodded, "They're from Terra, passing through here on their way to Otrama, and I'd like you to catch their downwind boat and make a trip to Maculag." ”

"What do you want me to do there?" Magnus was a little confused, and neither of them had the intention of asking the Inquisitor for advice.

Russell smiled, and the maid Revagaren, who had been waiting behind him, stepped forward respectfully because of his eyes, and carefully placed a crimson helmet bound by layers of pitch-black chains on the table.

"I want you to wear a crown for your brother." So says the Bulletiner.

(End of chapter)