Chapter 460: The Merchant Queen: Yes, I am pregnant with the savior's child

Chapter 460 Merchant Queen: Yes, I am pregnant with the savior’s heir...

Hall of Glory.

This magnificent hall is located in the Square of Heroes outside the palace and is surrounded by many statues of the original body.

Unfortunately, due to the rebellion, many statues of disloyal Primarchs have been torn down and bulldozed.

Most of the owners of the remaining statues have died or disappeared, and this place has become a restricted area. It is only temporarily open during major festivals.

Today, there are faint lights flickering in Qunying Square.

Because two of the owners of the statues returned, the dusty Hall of Glory was revealed again.

An extravagant banquet was going on, with acolytes and servo skulls traveling through it. The people participating in the banquet were all dignitaries and bureaucrats who controlled the fate of the galaxy.

Ron held a glass of priceless Quartis red wine from Garden World, took a sip and complained:

"Tsk, this thing is not as good as the wine produced in the world at our Green Wave Farm..."

Taco, the deputy of the original body, took a sip and responded: "The taste of this wine is indeed not as good as our Lafite. The taste is not pure and mellow, nor can it bring depth and clear thinking."

The grape seeds in Green Wave Farm come from the golden age and have the cleanest and purest growing environment, so they can naturally produce top-quality wines.

It was named by the savior himself, and the top one is Lafite 1982.

Taco doesn't know why 1982 is the top, but he thinks that such a naming may contain the mystery of some sacred number.

"When the network channel in the territory is safely opened, we must bring out our special products, especially bananas, which are unique to the Milky Way."

Ron is always more interested in things that can make money, and it’s time for people to have a taste of the big banana of the 3K era.

After that, he had a heated conversation with the Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum and other senior officials with whom he had a good relationship, and did not contact other dignitaries or bureaucrats.

Instead, let Taco communicate on his behalf in the name of the original body.

It is better to leave these intrigues and py transactions to professionals.

Ron used his spiritual power to hand the wine glass to a servitor, then left the lively hall and walked to the balcony area.

He was not a politician like Guilliman, who could adapt to these social situations, talk and laugh with strange beings, and he did not like such an environment.

You can't urinate in the same pot as those corrupt powerful people.

What's more, I also have the confidence to refuse.

Those dignitaries and bureaucrats who tried to contact the original body realized that the being did not want to contact them, so they did not disturb them too much.

They knew that the empire's genetically modified warriors would always have some quirks or twisted personalities.

In fact, compared to other genetic warriors, this original body is friendly enough.

At least his personality is normal.

But these dignitaries and bureaucrats did not give up, but instead signaled to their women.

I hope they can come into contact with the original body. If something happens, that will be the best outcome.

But before the ladies could get close, they were gently stopped by invisible psychic energy.

Their burning eyes still stayed on the original body, as if they wanted to see him completely, and they were cold.

Ron felt more and more weird.

He quickly walked out of the hall, got rid of those eyes, and came to a balcony.

The reliefs on the stone platform are full of traces of time.

It is said that this theater-like building can be traced back to the ancient times of Terra.

At that time, humans had not yet left their home planet, and they used primitive cold weapons to fight endlessly. They also built a Colosseum for the entertainment of the soldiers.

The Colosseum still exists, serving as the seat of the Elder Council of Terra.

He took a brief look at it during his tour, and it looked familiar. It was the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

I don’t know if this is a parallel world or the future of the earth?

Weak races are unable to contact and know the existence of higher dimensions.

Ron has been to some feudal or just post-industrial revolution planets. They couldn't explore the world outside the galaxy at all, and they didn't know what was happening in the galaxy.

Their radars couldn't even pick up on the electromagnetic frequencies of Imperial warships.

Until one day the heresy and alien disaster struck, and everything was destroyed.

"Hey, isn't this too high-profile?"

After nightfall, a statue in the Square of Heroes lit up, attracting a lot of attention.

Ron could tell at a glance that it was his statue of the original blaster.

Due to engineering errors and high-intensity stacking of materials by the Adeptus Mechanicus, Ecclesiarchy, and Astra Militarum, this statue not only stands taller than the others.

The machinery inside emits a dazzling golden light, forming a halo surrounding the statue.

Making it even more sacred.

Compared to the pure stone statues of other Primarchs, his own statue simply has special effects added and stands out from the crowd.

Wouldn't being so high-profile affect his relationship with other Primarchs?

Fortunately, Guilliman is not that stingy and knows that he likes special effects, so there won't be any problem.

Ron took a deep breath to calm down.

Even in the core area of Holy Terra, the air quality is still terrible, full of rust and all kinds of strong incense and makeup powder.

Maybe people here are used to it.

He looked at the dark and cold hive buildings in the distance and frowned slightly.

Perhaps this human throne world is more filthy than imagined, and heresy and chaos should be indispensable.

Especially chicken thieves.

Those things are everywhere. Any old ship will hide some thieves.

There is no way to deal with them all.

Many ship commanders even acquiesce to the existence of thieves and control them in a safe range, which can greatly increase the work efficiency of the ship.

There is no better worker in the galaxy than thieves. They are loyal, hardworking, and never complain.

As long as the day of ascension does not come, they are the best nuclear-powered cattle and horses.

He seriously suspected that there were some thieves on Holy Terra.

After all, Holy Terra is short of labor, and various affairs from the empire’s territory can never be dealt with.

What is more troublesome is heresy.

The last time I came to Holy Terra, I encountered heretical sects making trouble, and even created the "Emperor Selling Ditch Incident", which almost shocked the empire.

After I solve the power distribution and administrative efficiency of Holy Terra, I will have to clean up the entire planet and completely eliminate the hidden dangers.

The Savior Territory has a lot of experience in similar cleaning activities and should be able to solve related problems well.

"Savior..."

A soft voice came.

A noble lady in a gorgeous dress and beautiful figure came over.

As a psychic, she let go of all her mental defenses and gently absorbed herself into the psychic barrier of the original body.

Then she walked in with her two daughters.

These beautiful ladies did not have many signs of transformation.

Both her figure and appearance were top in the galaxy, and every movement was full of dignity, but also a little tempting.

"Ms. Dale?"

Ron vaguely remembered the name of this noble lady, without much disgust.

She was the heir of an ancient merchant family and the merchant queen, with more than a dozen territories in remote star regions and many merchant ships.

It was also a relatively good merchant force in the galaxy, and the routes could cover one or two star regions.

This was also the reason why they dared to contact the original body.

"Sir, are you free to come to the Chaos family's bedroom after the banquet?

We hope to entertain you well and discuss some matters about trade routes..."

The snow-white on Dale's chest trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of charm, and she emphasized the matter of hospitality.

She had learned about the character of this existence through secret channels.

Compared with the imperial regent's flattery, the Primarch of Hope is more likely to accept this invitation and go to his private spaceship bedroom.

He is more indulgent.

Especially after seeing that scene, he was more convinced.

? ? ?

Ron understood Dale's hint that the other party wanted to join forces to deal with him.

The heir of the merchant family wanted to seek shelter through a closer relationship and form a kind of interest-based alliance.

He knew that the merchant was more vain, and often broke the bottom line of the empire, and even got involved with taboos.

But the bold invitation of the big white in front of him still surprised him a little. After all, not everyone dared to make such a request to a Primarch.

I can only say that she...is a bit accurate in judging people.

But that was before.

Ron is a little hesitant now. He is considering what the purpose of this heir of the Rogue Trader is.

A simple transaction, assassination or a deeper intention?

No wonder he thinks too much.

Since he arrived in Holy Terra, he has not only received those strange looks, but also encountered many assassinations, and even captured a high-level Dark Eldar assassin.

The Dark Eldar assassin carried a forbidden weapon that was enough to destroy atoms and souls, and he annihilated himself as soon as he was captured.

There is no way to track him.

Those dignitaries and bureaucrats have fought on the land of Holy Terra for many centuries, and they have long known how to avoid risks and make it difficult for people to catch them.

But what can be confirmed is that many people want to die.

They do not want to change the power structure that has been maintained for thousands of years, and do not want the era of the Primarch's rule to come.

In the past, the Regent made many compromises for the situation of the Empire and the Indomitable Crusade, and still let these people hold power.

But the Primarch Savior was coming aggressively, so they had to take risks.

Fortunately, the victory celebration was imminent, and the two sides were still fighting but not breaking.

Ron was also patient, preparing to deal with them after opening the champagne.

What's more, Holy Terra has the most rigorous military defense system in the galaxy, and many of them are in the hands of various high-level officials in Terra.

His own military force on the surface of Holy Terra is not enough to completely suppress here, so as to avoid large-scale chaos.

"My Lord?"

Seeing the Savior hesitate, Dale's breathing became heavy, and she asked carefully.

The special charming fragrance even brushed the Savior's face.

"Okay."

Ron nodded and agreed to the invitation of the great white snow. He also wanted to know what the other party wanted to do.

When Dale heard the Savior's promise, the white snow on her chest trembled more violently, and she and her daughters showed a surprised smile.

The reason why she was so eager was that she really wanted to seek the blessing of the Primarch.

Although the Empire won several battles and came out of the ICU.

But many areas are still in misery, and even more difficult and turbulent because of the heavy tithe caused by the Indomitable Crusade.

The territory of the merchant family where Dale is located has been eroded by Chaos, and the military has suffered heavy casualties.

The merchant routes have also been attacked by alien pirates.

The entire family has become weak and may be facing the point of decline.

She concealed this information as much as possible, not wanting her family to completely lose its glory and honor.

Reduced to a second-rate existence.

In that case, they may lead to an even more tragic fate.

To maintain the family.

Dale had to seek shelter from powerful beings.

But there are not many beings who can protect an ancient merchant family, and those beings would rather embezzle their family property.

She searched long and hard before she found the right person - the Primarch Savior of Hope.

That being is a legend in the empire. He is wealthy and generous enough, and is also keen on commerce. He can help the other party.

More importantly, it is hoped that the Primarch will have more human emotions and be able to accept some private transactions.

Rather than being unfeminine like the legendary original body.

Some taboo information even states that the original body has been mentally castrated and will not be interested in the same sex or aliens, nor can it engage in normal mating behaviors.

Fortunately, many people know that the original body of hope is special.

Of course, Dale also has an agenda.

She hoped to be pregnant with the savior's bloodline and be bound to a deeper level.

Those genetically modified Primarchs had little chance of producing heirs, but Del was not worried about that.

She possesses an ancient technological relic from the dark technological age of mankind.

As long as the original body can leave bodily fluids on her or her daughters, there is a way to conceive the other person's blood.

Thinking of this, Dale looked at the savior with a veiled look that became even more affectionate.

That was the father of her excellent offspring.

Her children will bear the surname of the original body and the family heritage of Chaos, and then form a larger merchant dynasty.

Ron didn't notice this, psykers were always better at hiding their thoughts.

He accepted a secret message about the date.

But the time is tomorrow night, and I have some things to deal with tonight.

Just now.

The Orth Tribunal found out the truth about the strange gaze and hoped that the Savior could come and deal with it himself.

The tone was quite serious.

After receiving the report, Ron made an excuse to leave the banquet and quickly rushed to the location in the information.

…

The city of prayers.

The noble area on the top floor of the hive.

The architecture and decoration here are luxurious, but they look quite decayed and dry, and there are almost no plants in sight.

There is no natural water in Holy Terra, and any plants are extremely luxurious, even some nobles cannot afford them.

After all, they couldn't ask the transport fleet stationed in Holy Terra to give them extra preferential treatment, which would require more power.

But that was only in Holy Terra.

Many of them have their own garden worlds in other galaxies, but rarely visit them.

No one wants to be away from the center of power for long.

That could cost you everything.

Now, the residence of high-ranking officials of the Ministry of the Interior is under investigation by the forces of the Inquisition of Urth, and forbidden artifacts involving the Primarch have been recovered from the secret chambers.

The female relatives in the secret room were also arrested.

The people from the Imperial Tribunal were blocked outside, cursing and cursing.

The bastards from the Erth Tribunal came to their door to grab business, but they didn't dare to take any drastic action.

After all, the Primarch of Hope is on Holy Terra.

"Lord Savior."

The people of the Imperial Tribunal grimaced, saluted respectfully, and watched the Primarch of Hope walk into the mansion.

These inquisitors received the instructions from the original body and had to guard the perimeter obediently and block the news.

Although they don't know what the news is.

The Inquisitors wanted to resist. After all, they had a sacred mission and were only responsible to the great Emperor.

But they were still scared.

Because after offending the original body, the people above you may not be able to hold it back. What if the great master is beaten by the original body?

Even if you fight, it will be in vain.

In the secret room, a bureaucratic lady who was wearing so cool clothes that she wore almost nothing was tied up. She seemed to be a believer of some kind of sect.

After seeing the arrival of the original body, the bureaucrat lady became even more nervous and lowered her head.

Her body trembled even more violently.

"What did you find?"

Ron asked his inquisitor directly, a little suspicious that there was a corrupted altar or activity related to Slaanesh here.

But before he got a reply, he was hit hard.

"Hi~What is this?!"

Ron closed his eyes in misery: "Damn it, a lifetime of fame has been ruined!"

On the wall of the secret room, there is a huge relief portrait.

It was so sacred, with flying angels, imperial crosses and sacred inscriptions.

And the heroic appearance of the Primarch of Hope.

The only surprising thing is that the heroic figure is a bit exciting. It is a 3D high-definition version of the body of the Horseless Primarch, a damaged, beautiful and miserable version.

The big guys are clearly visible.

Everyone in Ron was numb.

He seemed to understand a little bit about the strange looks he encountered before, no wonder he felt like he was being looked at.

Isn't this the scene where I was abused by the Lord of Joy before? It seems to have been broadcast live to the Empire and the Galaxy in some form.

This has all been transmitted to Holy Terra, isn’t it the entire galaxy?

"grown ups……"

The judge did not dare to look at the blasphemous scene, and said with some trembling: "We searched this secret room and found blasphemous items about you.

Similar things have been found not just here but in several other places.

According to the information obtained from the interrogation, these blasphemous objects have spread widely and may involve multiple territories in the galaxy..."

Okay.

Ron's heart finally died.

He had been in the war zone before and didn't pay much attention to this matter.

Anyway, it was just a short picture, and only some powerful psychics or high-level beings accidentally came into contact with it, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

Unexpectedly, these pictures were circulated and further exaggerated and beautified, and were welcomed by many opposite sexes.

Secretly collected.

In other words, countless people in the galaxy have appreciated the powerful and unrestrained portrait of the great primarch savior.

Many ladies see themselves through perspective.

What's more terrifying is.

Some of the beings in these groups have secretly formed sects, forming a special belief in the worship of the primarch and the portrait.

It even spread to the outside world, forming legends and universal beliefs.

"Is my belief spreading so fast? "

Ron looked at the statue of the Savior in his hand and frowned slightly.

The statue was not as explosive as the portrait, but the image of his suffering looked sacred and compassionate.

According to intelligence, there are also legends about the statue of the Savior.

In order to protect the people of the empire, the Savior suffered cruel torture from the evil female demon.

But he did not surrender, but defeated the evil female demon and protected countless lives.

Worshiping these statues of the Savior can get the blessing of that existence, especially children and women.

In addition to protecting safety, there are also effects similar to beauty, childbirth, and fetal protection.

Therefore, many people in the empire will worship or let their children wear the statue of the Savior.

"This effect is quite mixed..."

Ron was a little speechless.

But it can also be understood that it is fully functional, simple and down-to-earth, so that it can spread quickly among the people. It is not easy to spread if it is too high-end.

In fact, this is also a pleasant surprise.

He originally planned to spread his beliefs throughout the empire.

Now that there is a foundation of faith, it is easier to promote it. .

Ron looked at the explosive relief portraits on the wall again, that is, the portraits and secret sects are not easy to deal with.

He was hesitating whether to classify it as heresy and blasphemy, and ban and hunt it down.

But after thinking about it, he gave up.

There is no way, this thing has spread too widely.

If it is really hunted down.

Then the Inquisition of Ers will really have to go into the boudoirs of noble ladies and young ladies every day, which has a bad influence.

After all, those who can get these are basically nobles or bureaucratic families.

And it is also difficult to catch them all.

It's just some portraits, which is much better than the rumors that the emperor is selling dicks.

Ron thought of this and felt a little more balanced.

What's more, he didn't find any chaotic breath, and the resulting faith and joyful emotions seemed to be absorbed by the dark side of the little sun.

Is this to some extent stealing food from the Lord of Joy?

According to this idea, it may be a good thing.

Instead of letting these nobles mess around and get corrupted, it is better to look at their own portraits.

"Retreat, don't worry about this matter. "

Ron ordered the Inquisitor to remove the mechanical shackles from the bureaucrat lady, and then took the people away.

The bureaucrat lady dared to look up after a while.

She looked at the back of the Savior leaving, and there was an inexplicable impulse in her heart.

As a member of the Secret Cult of the Joy of Redemption.

How she wished to call that existence and pray that he would leave an emblem on the portrait of the Savior's suffering.

But she didn't dare to do so, but just firmly remembered the Savior's figure in her mind.

These impressions can create more and more beautiful holy paintings of the Savior's suffering.

Not long after.

The bureaucrat lady sealed the secret room again and secretly took out some instruments that could please herself.

She walked to the front of the portrait of the Savior's suffering and started...

Then, the cult member got unimaginable joy.

Those members of the secret cult believed that such a special and unnatural gift could not be produced by ordinary communication.

This joyful belief gathered in some form on the dark side of the Sun of Hope.

——

The Gate of Eternity.

This huge square, which could accommodate many legions, was very noisy. The relevant departments were Preparing the venue for the victory celebration.

But soon a new department joined.

The ceremony preparation department of the Imperial Regent and Primarch of Hope came and took over all related affairs.

Expelled irrelevant people, etc.

This made the already undercurrent Holy Terra even more nervous.

In a corner unknown to anyone, the ceremony preparation department of the Savior set up more secret mechanical facilities.

The airspace of Holy Terra gradually became crowded.

Nobles, commanders, and governors from all over the Empire came one after another, hoping to participate in this unprecedented grand ceremony in the Empire.

Some ships also hid special goods.

At the same time.

In the bedroom of a luxurious merchant spaceship.

Ron woke up from the soft big bed, with the merchant queen Dale and her daughters beside him.

They had friendly exchanges last night and reached a lot of cooperation agreements.

This is also a valuable merchant force for the Savior's territory, which can better supplement the scarce transportation capacity.

After Ron appeased this close ally, he pulled up his pants and left.

In his heart, he warned himself to restrain himself more and more.

He was somewhat aware that some of the Lord of Pleasure's soul power still had an impact on him.

He became more indulgent.

Perhaps this was His purpose, to make him degenerate and corrupt.

Fortunately, everything was still under control.