Chapter 463 Supreme Lord: If you have the guts, massacre Holy Terra with blood?
"Oh, I was forced to control..."
Ron looked at Saint Celestine's pure and flawless eyes, and his anger dropped a lot.
He was a little reluctant to take action.
This is the first time I have encountered such pure emotion since I came to this world.
He almost fell to the ground without responding.
To put it simply, this girl is not coveting his body or pursuing profit, but she simply has a good impression or likes him.
Perhaps this holy angel was not aware of this at all, and was just following his heart to get closer to him.
Saint Celestine herself was a member of the Sisters, received education and training from the church, and fought only for the Emperor throughout her life.
And she is purer than the other nuns.
Apart from fighting and attending events, this holy angel almost always stays alone in the sanctuary and is not involved in any political struggles or interactions.
It also makes her more holy in people's hearts.
Such an image has attracted more people to like him. He can be called the first idol of the empire, and it is also an indestructible dream in the hearts of many nobles and bureaucrats.
"No, what exactly does she like about me?"
Ron was even more puzzled because he was self-aware of himself, the chosen one of Slaanesh.
That holy angel didn't care about his body or profit, but just liked him?
In this power center full of entangled interests, a purely girl-like existence like Saint Celestine is a rare creature.
If she were not a living saint and did not have the protection of the state religion, she would probably meet a tragic fate in less than two episodes.
You might be tricked into a ditch.
If Ron were the true Chosen One of Slaanesh and encountered such pure and flawless emotions.
That is not to be ecstatic.
Then corrupt and play with it wantonly.
After all, who can withstand the combination of a holy angel, a pure girl, a national idol, and pure love?
Too bad he wasn't.
More importantly, the holy angel's combat power is not much weaker than the original body, and it is too pure.
In case one's own operations lead to resistance.
Wouldn't that be troublesome?
If such news gets out.
Those opponents are not allowed to vigorously promote the heretical act of "the Savior bombards Holy Terra and attempts to destroy the Holy Angels".
At that time, the angry people of the empire and believers will drown themselves in saliva, causing the savior's reputation to be completely lost.
It's better to be more stable.
Saint Celestine raised her head and seemed even more ashamed: "Mr. Savior, you don't hate me, do you?"
"Of course not."
Ron looked upright, raised his hand and gently rubbed the holy angel's silver hair, and hugged her a little tighter: "Actually, I quite like you."
He could feel the tension of the holy angel, and his soft body was trembling slightly.
Regardless, this is a good thing.
I can develop feelings and establish a closer connection with this holy angel and living saint, which is more reliable than a simple ally.
And it can be closely tied to the state religion.
In short, the holy angel must be "cheated"!
Ron maintained restraint, hugged him for a while, and then prepared to let go.
The holy angel seemed to be immersed in it, let out another cry, and subconsciously hugged her tightly.
There was no other way, so Ron had no choice but to hug him for a while longer and rub the white wings.
He had wanted to do this for a long time.
After a while.
The holy angel reacted, suddenly let go of the savior, and ran back to the bedroom shyly.
Everyone was about to get into the pile of big white bears.
But then, she regretted not saying goodbye to Mr. Savior. That was not very polite.
But when Saint Celestine looked out of the living room, the Savior had already left.
She was a little disappointed, maybe she should say a few more words to Mr. Savior.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Savior is truly a gentle man."
The holy angel thought as he hugged the big white bear.
She began to look forward to the next meeting with that existence and the next hug.
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Living Saints Sanctuary Corridor.
Ron walked out under the guidance of the Gemini Holy Attendants, but he always felt that these two angel beauties were a bit strange.
They seemed to be brewing something.
Suddenly, the twin holy attendants turned around in unison, as if expecting:
"Lord Savior, can you give us a hug?"
Under the influence of the holy angels, they became more curious and fond of the Savior.
Especially after witnessing the scene just now.
Moreover, when the Gemini Holy Attendants were investigating the forbidden events of the Savior, they also witnessed the extremely blasphemous Crucifixion of the Savior with their own eyes, and were attracted by the joyful power of the dark side of the little sun.
They wanted more contact with the Savior.
Ron didn't know that after fighting against the Lord of Joy and devouring its energy, he also had a glimmer of the power of joy.
The establishment of the Tantric Cult of Pleasure of Redemption has given rise to a new force of power.
However, he had just experienced what happened with the Holy Angel, so he was somewhat immune to such requests.
Maybe the holy angels like to hug.
"Although it is a bit presumptuous, I agree to your prayers."
Ron replied calmly.
Without hesitation, he opened his broad arms, one on each side.
But it didn't take long.
The twin holy attendants exclaimed at the same time as if they were connected with each other.
They seemed to freeze and stood there blankly, some unable to believe what had just happened.
Wait for the savior to go away.
Only then did the two holy attendants react and looked at each other with red faces.
They all realized what was happening.
"Lord Savior, he..."
"Sister, should we...should we report this matter to the master?"
The twin holy attendants were a little panicked.
They looked at the back of the savior and were silent for a while, then turned and returned to their master's residence.
But the twins, who are connected in spirit, have decided to hide this secret...
"Hiss~ This damn path dependency..."
Ron wiped his hands, a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.
I was a little subconscious just now and almost made a mistake.
His expression remained righteous, but he involuntarily quickened his pace.
Waiting to leave the Sanctuary of the Living Saint.
Ron, guarded by the Thunder Guards, headed straight for the Merchant Queen's private palace spaceship.
He wasn't trying to score twice.
That was part of the plan, and its real purpose was to paralyze the opposition.
In this throne world, the center of galactic power, there are too many eyes and ears staring at me.
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Terra Court.
This huge hive building is the administrative center of the empire and is composed of countless different agencies and departments.
It is like a heart that maintains the empire's vast territory across the galaxy.
The personnel in these departments account for most of the population of the Throne World, and they handle many affairs with manpower day and night.
The most critical department is the Ministry of Interior.
The Ministry of the Interior alone has tens of billions of clerks, records officers, and administrative staff, and this is just a number that can be counted.
The actual number is probably even higher, as too many government officials have not been recorded for a long time.
But they're still functioning somewhere.
The Ministry of the Interior was dedicated to managing the Empire at every level, from the delivery of paperwork and the planning of fleet dispatches to the collection of tithes.
All are within their management scope.
Of course, the division of powers between the various departments of the empire was not so clear, and the vague divisions led to many power vacuums.
How those departments seize power into their own hands depends on their respective methods.
This is also one of the roots of the struggle in the Throne World.
Even a trivial power to review a certain material would have unimaginable benefits when extended to the entire empire.
But there is no doubt that the Home Office has taken the tastiest piece of the pie.
The highest level of Terrarium.
"What did you see?"
Violetta, the Minister of the Interior, looked down at the dark and cold steel building below and asked the deputy of the Interior next to him, his son.
Due to heavy government pressure.
The head of the Ministry of Interior's hair has turned white, and he is equipped with various life-support machines. The ventilator in his mouth makes a sizzling sound.
The house deputy replied, somewhat fervently: "Father, I see power."
The power of the empire is hereditary. If nothing unexpected happens, he will inherit his father's position and become the new Minister of the Interior.
One of the masters of the empire.
Violetta shook her head: "No, those are rules and needs. The empire's huge management needs gave birth to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and at the same time set the rules for us to operate within it.
Therefore, we can achieve everything with the help of rules. "
Given the vast and widespread needs, the Department of the Interior makes collective decisions every day that affect the fate of countless planets.
But these all have to be done by people.
As long as the rules are mastered, there is a lot of room for power to operate.
His electronic eyes flickered slightly: "Now the savior hopes to change this rule and convert human power into a cold program, which will change everyone's destiny..."
Violetta had learned about the management model of the Savior's territory. It was heretical, cold and ruthless, with little room for power manipulation.
Once such a model is promoted, the power of those in power will be greatly reduced.
It is unacceptable that the Primarch and Savior of Hope is trying to ride on everyone's head.
He didn't want anyone to touch his kingdom.
Violetta is able to accept the Imperial Regent Guilliman.
Because the original body cannot control the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he still needs to manage everything himself.
All he needed was apparent obedience.
But the Savior is different. It is a change from top to bottom.
"During the victory celebration, tell everyone that they are about to lose everything..."
Violetta said.
Under the messianic management model, the empire does not need so many management positions at all. In the Ministry of Internal Affairs alone, billions of people will lose their positions.
Those people have relied on this job for generations to survive and obtain basic food and shelter.
No one knows whether the person who loses his position will be him.
In this way, everyone will never sit still and wait for death, but will definitely resist the heresy of the Savior.
Not only the Ministry of Interior, but also many departments will come together.
Once this threat theory spreads.
Everyone will unite under the crisis of losing their positions and power.
From top to bottom in Holy Terra, there will be a wave of resistance from tens of billions or even more people, enough to drown any existence.
Even the Primarch would be afraid of it.
He did not believe that the Primarch of Hope would dare to bloodbath all of Holy Terra.
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What's more, reform takes time, and once various departments of the empire go on strike, the entire empire will fall into shutdown and chaos.
No one can afford such a result.
Opposition groups such as Violetta hope to threaten the two Primarchs with the crisis of the entire empire's fall and force them to compromise.
Even if the worst possible scenario happens.
If the Primarch of Hope doesn't care and is determined to promote reforms with bloody massacres, the Imperial Regent and other forces will stop him.
"This is a brilliant plan..."
Violetta sneered.
There is no way that the Primarch of Hope can change Holy Terra. Everything is as planned!
According to the report of her own spies.
The romantic Primarch of Hope, at such a critical moment, got into the belly of a woman again.
How stupid is this?
Perhaps, these people have overestimated the Primarch of Hope.
Those Primarchs certainly have powerful military forces.
But they also have weaknesses, things they care about, and their minds are not sharp enough.
This makes it possible to be deceived and played.
Even the Imperial Regent is the same.
At the beginning, the Imperial Regent returned with the Primarch and the general trend of the Empire's expectations, trying to promote the reform of Holy Terra.
He thought that by changing a few high lords, he could gain power.
Little did they know that it was just a temporary compromise of the high lords, and they had colluded with each other in private.
Even those high lords who swore loyalty.
In the more than half a century since the Imperial Regent left Holy Terra, everything has returned to its original state.
They have seized many benefits with the many powers attached to the Indomitable Crusade, and further expanded their territory and the scale of their power.
Buzz~
A strong wind blew.
A shuttle slowly descended.
Violetta entered the cabin and went to an ancient building.
The Imperial Senate.
The Colosseum building from the ancient Terra Roman Empire has stood here for countless centuries.
In fact, after hundreds of maintenance and repairs, there is little left of the original part of the building.
The periphery of the Senate is a dense defense array, but there is no mechanical creation inside, only a theater made of cold stones, a podium, and one stone chamber after another.
It is such a simple place that has become the gathering place of the supreme power of the empire.
One of the reasons why the Minister of the Interior, Violetta, came here was because it could provide the high lords with a safe and private conversation space.
He stepped into the Senate alone and entered a random stone chamber.
Soon after.
More high lords walked in one after another.
Including Navigator Ambassador Kadak, Minister of Justice Avilisha, Imperial Navy Admiral Mereda, etc.
They are the most opposed to the Primarch of Hope, and their number accounts for almost half of the members of the Supreme Lords Conference.
These people formed a temporary alliance, and the name of the alliance was taken from a resistance organization that existed in the history of the Empire - the Union of Light.
They vowed to resist the dictatorship of the Primarch of Hope and the Savior, and resist the new tyrant Vandir.
After the plan is launched, perhaps more beings will join the Union of Light.
Form a more powerful force.
After a short silence.
Navigator Ambassador and Nova Husband Kadak shook out the psychic voice and asked:
"Everyone, if the Primarch of Hope suddenly launched a purge, can we resist it?"
The Navigator's tribe had suffered a bloodbath, and the coup caused by the Imperial Regent before made him even more frightened.
If the Primarch launched military oppression regardless of the consequences, it might threaten their personal safety.
"Kadak, you are still so timid!"
Violetta was a little dissatisfied: "Does the Primarch of Hope still bloodbath the entire Holy Terra?"
Since the coup of the Imperial Regent, the high lords have learned lessons and organized more armed forces and facilities.
Those forces are enough to resist any light or even heavy forces.
Even super-heavy tanks, dreadnoughts, and Imperial knights are difficult to break through.
This is the center of the Empire.
At the beginning, Vandiel relied solely on the power of the State Church to resist the attacks of the Mechanicus and many war groups.
Now their defensive power is only stronger than that.
Besides, after learning from the lesson and sealing the secret passage, what else is there to worry about?
Moreover, this is Holy Terra, and there are not many troops that can enter this power center.
Unless it is a large-scale civil war.
"I know what you are afraid of."
But Violetta still answered the doubts of the navigator ambassador: "You are worried that the Primarch will use the troops at the victory celebration to launch a purge, right?
But that is impossible.
According to my current understanding, the number of troops brought to Holy Terra by the two Primarchs is not enough to break through any of Holy Terra's defenses."
What about the Primarchs?
They still can't withstand the hot melt rays and forbidden weapons.
Such things.
They can have as many people as they want, and they can even arm a large guard with these weapons.
Afterwards, the Imperial Navy Admiral Mereda also told his intelligence.
According to the monitoring of various radar stations, there is no trace of the Primarch fleet sailing in the solar system and the surrounding routes.
Their own fleet will also arrive in a few days in the name of participating in the pilgrimage.
Under such multiple arrangements
The Union of Light can, while ensuring its own safety, launch a wave of resistance from top to bottom on Holy Terra and force the two Primarchs to compromise.
The Primarch will also compromise.
Let Holy Terra maintain its previous stability and harmony.
Otherwise, the core of the Empire will be shut down, and the heretics and aliens will get the news and launch a massive counterattack.
The achievements of the Indomitable Crusade will be destroyed, and even fall into a more dangerous situation.
The entire victory celebration will become a big joke.
In any case.
The two sons of the Emperor will never watch the empire created by the Emperor fall into the abyss because of the struggle.
Of course, it would be best to kill the Primarch of Hope in the process.
That existence has caused too much damage to the Empire.
After the discussion.
These high lords left secretly through their own channels.
At least for now, they cannot tear their faces with the Primarch in public, lest the situation be difficult to deal with later.
This is politics.
Today you assassinate me, tomorrow I assassinate you, but in the end everyone compromises under the interweaving of struggle and interests.
Only interests are eternal.
Even within the Union of Light, there are several mortal enemies from generation to generation, who wish to skin and tear each other apart.
But now they are sitting together, aren't they?
...
The merchant queen's private bedroom spaceship.
Bedroom.
Ron opened his mouth to an unknown degree, leaning against the head of the bed to recuperate.
Suddenly, a sound came from his communicator.
It was the Imperial Regent, Old Ji.
Dale saw this scene, kissed the savior gently, and walked out obediently.
At the same time, he closed the door.
Buzz~
"Old Ji, how are you doing?"
Ron raised his hand to build several psychic barriers, turned on the communication device, and asked.
"Your reform plan is difficult to implement..."
Guilliman's worried voice came: "According to speculation, those oppositions are trying to provoke the rebellious sentiment of Holy Terra and shut down Holy Terra.
And they are likely to use the power of heretics and aliens."
The Imperial Regent was quite worried. Holy Terra was so important that any turmoil would lead to the further collapse of the empire.
That's why he didn't start a war.
Those supreme lords have been operating in Holy Terra for many centuries. Once they don't care, the damage they cause is unimaginable.
Hearing these words, Ron frowned and fell into deep silence.
He also realized what would happen next.
That was a complete conspiracy.
Throughout the ages, any large-scale reform will affect the interests of the existing class, thus attracting strong resistance.
The reform eventually failed, and the damage caused in the process was also astonishing.
His current reform will affect the whole body, and it is not impossible for the entire empire to fall apart.
This is the conspiracy of the opposition.
They play with people's hearts in the political field where they are best at, and threaten themselves with the entire empire.
Unfortunately, I don't accept any threats, which will only cause more anger in myself.
Ron seemed to have made some kind of decision.
He sighed slightly and asked:
"Old Ji, if I really bloodbath Holy Terra, will you cut me?"
