Chapter 469 Ministry of the Interior: Oh no, the Empire seems to be more comfortable without us!

"Brother, Holy Terra is where my father's palace is!"

The Imperial Regent Guilliman became even more anxious when he heard the words of the Savior.

Because he knew that the Savior could do such a thing, and the probability of success was very high.

According to his understanding of the Savior.

This brother may have already arranged some mysterious weapons or plans in Holy Terra.

What's more frightening is that he is very likely to be unable to stop him.

Guilliman couldn't help but sweat on his head when he thought of this.

He looked at the Savior, his lips trembling, and his voice became softer:

"This is not good, it's too extreme. Maybe we can discuss it and find a better way to deal with it."

Even when the Imperial Regent faced the Lion King or Horus, he was not so gentle.

There was nothing he could do.

The Savior was getting stronger and stronger, and he couldn't stop him, nor could he control Holy Terra.

He could only persuade him with kind words.

Guilliman felt a little guilty. Perhaps he, the Imperial Regent, was more powerful and had more authority in the Empire.

The situation would not have reached this point.

Those damned high lords actually wanted to force their brothers to the opposite side of the Empire!

He was very tired in his heart, and he was even thinking about the Second Empire.

It seems not bad to create a new empire with his brothers?

The Regent of the Empire was ready to move.

"You are right, I am a little impulsive."

Ron's tone became more relaxed: "Then let's discuss how to deal with the Holy Terra matter."

He just said that, just using the "house demolition theory" of a certain Mr. Lu.

When you want to open a skylight in the house, everyone will definitely not allow it, but if you say you want to demolish the roof, then someone is willing to reconcile and agree to open the skylight.

With Holy Terra suspended, Guilliman hopes that he will give up the coup reform.

Then he said that he would blow up Holy Terra, and naturally he would get more opportunities for discussion.

Old Guilliman has gone from persuading himself to give up to persuading himself not to blow up Holy Terra, and his psychological bottom line has retreated a step.

Ron did not insist on the plan of flattening Holy Terra.

That's not worth it. A bloodbath from top to bottom is enough. He has decided to increase the scale of the "big birthday celebration".

"Okay, let's discuss it again."

Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief, and was inexplicably a little disappointed.

"Old Guilliman, you are not still thinking about your Second Empire, are you?"

Ron stared at him and smiled slightly: "You are not loyal. I will tell the Emperor later."

"You... don't talk nonsense. I had no choice at that time."

Although Guilliman knew that the brother was joking, he was still a little anxious. The strict old father left too many shadows on the Primarch's parents and children.

After this episode, the atmosphere between the two eased.

But the crisis of the shutdown of Holy Terra is still a problem that must be solved.

"I thought about it carefully. The impact of the shutdown of Holy Terra may not be as terrible as imagined."

Ron sat down and analyzed the current situation with the Regent of the Empire.

For a long time, Holy Terra has been supreme in people's hearts, as if the empire will be destroyed if it falls into chaos.

After thinking rationally, he suddenly realized that the suspension of Holy Terra would have an impact on the Empire, but not much.

At least in the short term.

"Now that you have established the Indomitable Expedition Fleet, if the local fleet cannot contain the enemy in important areas within the Empire's territory, the Indomitable Fleet will handle it.

So Holy Terra, especially the Terra Court, is currently responsible for most administrative affairs to maintain the rule of the Empire.

In simple terms, it is the management measures for each civilized world, the handling of traitors, or the calculation, collection, and allocation of tithes."

Ron sent the Imperial Regent a data chart calculated by the Mechanical Goddess: "This is certainly important, but judging from the efficiency of the Terra Court, it will not make any difference whether it stops in the short term.

On the contrary, it will be beneficial to some planets that are overwhelmed.

According to the calculated data, the suspension of Holy Terra will not have any impact on the Empire within half a year."

The Terra Court handles information in some important areas at a relatively fast speed.

But most of this responsibility has been replaced by the Indomitable Expedition Fleet and the local Internal Affairs Department. As for the affairs of other vast territories, they are all calculated in years.

It is normal for them to handle it for ten or eight years, or even decades or hundreds of years.

Those civilized worlds may be better without the blind command or heavy burden of the Terra Court.

Not to mention, there are still a large number of idle departments within the Terra Court, doing meaningless things, just busying themselves.

As long as I can reorganize Holy Terra within half a year, lay out the psychic network in an all-round way, and improve efficiency.

That will be enough to handle the affairs delayed by the shutdown, and the speed will be faster than the original time.

Ron smiled and gave the conclusion:

"So, if they want to strike, they can strike, maybe they can save some people from being exhausted."

Hmm...

The words of the savior made the imperial regent silent.

He looked at the data table again and again, and did not speak for a long time.

The imperial regent regretted his stupidity in his heart, and felt a little frustrated. If he could have thought of these things at the beginning, he could have held on for a while longer.

Maybe he could have implemented more reforms.

But that's if.

Without the endless computing power of the Mechanical Goddess, no one can really calculate accurate data and speculate on the scope of this incident.

This is the importance of digital office. There are many things that cannot be concluded by relying on the human brain alone.

The reason why so many unnatural things happened in the empire was due to pure human power.

Many times the human brain will give wrong answers, or in vague and uncertain situations, just rely on feelings.

"Brother, go ahead, I support your decision."

Guilliman did not mention the matter of asking the savior to give up again, leaving these words in a dull voice, and then went back to recuperate.

He suddenly felt that as the imperial regent, he was somewhat behind the times.

Moreover, during this period of time, he was forced to occasionally feel the cold and take vacations to recuperate, which made the original body extremely relaxed.

Under the care of the Savior's Great Sword team, he felt a little reluctant to miss his childhood.

Maybe it's time for you to let go of some of your heavy burdens and hand them over to someone more suitable.

Guilliman was not as obsessed with power as he thought, and wanted to become like the Emperor, just as he and the Lion had chosen Sanguinius to serve as regent of the Second Empire.

He hopes to run his territory, the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, well.

After Ron finished discussing with the imperial regent, he blocked the high lords who were forcing him.

No matter what, martial law will continue until all obstacles are cleared.

Afterwards, he announced this fact to Holy Terra, and also stated that due to the destruction of the warehouse area and the water warehouse, from now on, he would be responsible for supporting the entire Throne World.

It will be the same in the future.

The merciful Savior will provide supplies at any cost until Holy Terra becomes a true heavenly world.

"Our supplies will be given priority to those who are pure and loyal, especially those who stay at their posts!"

Ron said.

As for those guys who go on strike and engage in confrontation, let them do it. They will all be honest in a few days.

They would cry and yell to get back to their posts.

——

During the shutdown of Holy Terra, there was a civilized world in the Sun Star Territory.

The local governor awaited the arrival of the tithe fleet.

"Emperor, that was a mistake!"

The governor, who had just taken over power from his late father, looked quite sad and angry.

My planet was originally quite wealthy, and its people could still eat wood slag bread, but for some unknown reason, the Ministry of the Interior suddenly raised the tax level of this planet.

Moved from the second level special level to the first level superior level.

Such a heavy tax crushed my father, causing the planet to be in rebellion and on the verge of destruction!

After plundering almost all the resources, he was able to collect the tithe this time and offer his loyalty to the empire.

But after paying this tax, I'm afraid hundreds of millions of people will die again.

"Lord Governor, why hasn't the empire's tax fleet arrived yet?"

After waiting for several days, the housekeeper was a little confused.

"This is impossible..."

The governor was even more puzzled. The empire had never had any delays in tax collection.

In fact, tax time has long since arrived.

However, due to the shutdown of Holy Terra, the sector did not receive accurate tax accounting data and did not dare to start this process.

In the absence of data, in case the charge is less.

That would lead to an investigation by the Inquisition.

What's more, this matter is originally a problem of the Imperial Ministry of the Interior. As long as the accounting data is not received, it cannot be started.

In the end, the planetary governor gritted his teeth and distributed the tithe to his people.

Because if this continues, he may not survive the arrival of the tax fleet. As for the unrest within the planet, the empire will most likely not care.

Unless it is a complete heresy or alien invasion.

As the tithes were returned, many people cheered.

Not only this civilized world, many areas have survived because of the suspension of Holy Terra.

…

Terradin, Economic Document Office under the Ministry of the Interior.

The entire office was silent, and even the servitors and servo skulls shuttled through it were at a standstill.

"Why doesn't that primarch of hope panic..."

The head of the department and the secretary-general were sitting in their offices, feeling a little confused.

He looked at the files high on his desk and subconsciously wanted to deal with them, but stopped.

It's a strike now, so they can't do anything. They have to let the Primarch of Hope know the seriousness of this matter!

Then, for several days, there was no response from that being.

It seemed as if the matter turned a deaf ear.

Is it possible that the Primarch of Hope and the Emperor's son really have no regard for the Empire?

That's impossible.

How could this happen? Mr. President Oveleta, didn’t he say that everything was planned?

"Is there any good news..."

The Secretary-General looked at his deputy: "For example, if there are a lot of riots in the empire, the high lords would like to see this news."

Those who opposed wanted to use the unrest in the Empire to put pressure on the Primarch of Hope.

The deputy frowned and shook his head: "Sir, we have not received any news about the riots so far. The empire seems to remain calm."

"Our department has been shut down for so many days. Is there no news at all?"

The secretary-general banged the table angrily.

"I just received a piece of news."

"Say it quickly!"

"A joint report from several star districts in the Extreme Star Territory, hoping that this theater can be protected by more fleets.

Even paying a little more tithe will be fine.

It is said that they have obtained a certain industrial technology from the Savior, and it has been developing rapidly recently..."

"shut up!"

The secretary-general closed his eyes in pain, he didn't want to hear this.

The bureaucrats of Holy Terra have always believed that they are vital to the Empire and bear the sacred mission of continuing the Empire.

Without him, the empire would have to close down.

However, his department has been shut down for so many days, and the Human Empire has not responded at all.

It's like it never happened.

This made them feel empty in their hearts, and even a little panicked, as if whether or not they had themselves was not important to the empire.

"Maybe it's because it hasn't been long enough."

The secretary-general comforted himself.

He looked at the adjutant: "Help me, let's go to the dormitory area and take a look."

There are too many mechanical prosthetics on this dry body, and the movement is not convenient enough.

Nowadays, people's hearts are floating.

He must maintain the unity of the department and fight against the Primarch of Hope who wants to take everything away.

"waste!"

The secretary-general stumbled, almost fell, and cursed angrily.

The adjutant tried hard to support the secretary-general's body and said nervously: "I'm sorry, sir, I don't have that much strength now."

He is a little hungry.

Now even the core departments of the Ministry of the Interior are running out of supplies.

They also hoped that the Primarch would succumb sooner, thus ending Terraium's difficult strike.

After many people became idle, they suddenly found that their positions were not that important, and the Internal Affairs Department gradually took over some work.

That made them even more panicked and hoping to get back to work.

But some department managers put a stop to these actions and worked to maintain unity during the strike.

At the same time, he threatened that anyone who returns to work will lose the supplies provided by the chief and will starve to death!

Therefore, they can only wait anxiously.

It didn't take long.

The Secretary-General came to the dormitory area of ​​the Economic Document Department.

When he saw the thin, sallow and sparse crowd, he shouted angrily:

"How come there are so few people? Are they all starving to death? Didn't the logistics department distribute basic survival kits?"

A clever guy immediately made a pious report:

"Those guys fled to the Internal Affairs Office. It is said that they are recruiting people there, with a twelve-hour working day, food and accommodation included, and family allowances.

The honorary department that won the award also had a self-service barbecue party, with unlimited meat supply..."

As he spoke, he swallowed involuntarily, and the crowd was in an uproar: "But I think that is a lie. I will always be loyal to the Secretary-General!"

This smart guy has been with the Secretary-General's family for generations and is considered his spy in the department.

Specialized in making small reports.

Snap——

"waste!"

The secretary-general slapped this guy who had shaken the morale of the army hard and murmured in disbelief:

"How come the original body of hope has so much material supply? Didn't it mean that their logistics transport fleet was attacked by alien pirates?!"

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But what he didn't know was that those so-called "alien pirates" had long since retreated in despair under the attack of the Mechanicum's Ark Mechanicus.

Avoid total destruction.

Today, the savior’s logistics and transportation fleet is traveling unimpeded.

"Traitors, all traitors!"

After the Secretary-General learned that another government official had escaped in front of him, he angrily sent out a patrol to arrest him.

However, after those people went out, they never came back.

Because the newly established picket team of the Savior is recruiting people, it has better armed equipment.

The patrol did not dare to fight against it, but chose to join in.

After all, the salary given by the Ministry of Interior is some corpse starch, and they will not fight against the army of the Primarch of Hope for these.

Some people have already realized who is truly loyal to the Emperor.

The secretary-general fainted and the crowd dispersed.

The deputy even used the excuse of handling business to secretly head towards the back office.

…

Internal Affairs Department, Administrative Document Department.

Naresin placed a crucifix of the Savior on his desk and calculated the relevant data skillfully.

With the help of data array.

She can get the answer she wants almost instantly, eliminating too many steps of calculation and communication.

The efficiency of work is many times faster than before.

"We all wrongly blamed the Savior..."

Naresin still feels guilty for his original misunderstanding.

Their department is lucky.

Because he was forgotten by the complicated procedures, he was removed from the Ministry of Interior's sequence and did not participate in this strike.

The Internal Affairs Department of the Internal Affairs Department found them in that crowded office located more than ten kilometers underground in the hive capital with the help of the vast amount of information input into the data core.

Collect it.

The Department of Internal Affairs currently needs these skilled accounting personnel.

Now, Nareisen has found the meaning of his existence, which is to serve the Savior.

Her work is valuable.

He will calculate the material data himself and then distribute it to the logistics personnel in each responsible area so that they can distribute the corresponding materials.

Countless residents were able to survive starvation.

For ordinary residents, the logistics personnel of the Savior are issued at the minimum, just enough to survive.

But this group of people born in the prosperous period underestimated the suffering of the Empire.

Even the minimum supply package is much better than the Empire, enough to keep a family from starving to death.

According to the calculation of the Internal Affairs Department.

The supplies brought by the Savior Logistics Transport Fleet are enough for the people of Holy Terra to use for several years.

But that is the calculation method of Holy Terra.

According to the method of the Savior's territory, it can only be used for one year.

Then, the Savior's order is calculated based on half a year.

After all, it is a special period, and those pure and loyal government officials are so hard, they must be trained as much as possible.

How can the government officials of Holy Terra be so much worse than those of Estine?

There is also the meaning of winning people's hearts, and various benefits must be given enough.

Buzz~

When Naresen heard the friction sound of the servo skull running, he still trembled involuntarily and straightened his back.

That was subconscious fear.

Even though the working environment has changed, the Servo Skull has no monitoring function.

The Servo Skull clumsily placed a cup of coffee and pastries on Naresen's desk.

The legendary afternoon tea is a welfare of the core department of the Internal Affairs Office.

Naresen took a sip and felt the silky and milky aroma, and a faint feeling of happiness.

She drank high-quality coffee.

The Savior's territory wanted to provide inferior Reka coffee, but unfortunately there was no such production line.

What's more, the agricultural worlds of the Savior all use the agricultural technology of the Golden Age, and the crops produced are basically not inferior or polluted.

Naresen couldn't imagine such a life, as if she was in a dream.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure and was stunned: "Save... Savior?!"

"Everyone work hard."

Ron smiled gently and raised his hand to signal people to continue to perform their duties without too much etiquette.

He came to inspect the situation of the Internal Affairs Office.

The size of the Internal Affairs Office is expanding, gradually absorbing the personnel of the Ministry of the Interior, and obtaining a lot of its internal information.

This will provide great help for future reorganization.

Afterwards, Ron went to inspect the restaurant area.

"How do you do things?"

He stared at some of the supplies, with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Why provide so many staple foods? People who don't know would think that I, the savior, can't afford it.

Remove all these staple foods and replace them with meat, eggs and milk!"

Now that some branches of the network have been attacked and blocked, the food and livestock of many agricultural worlds cannot be transported to other star regions, and they are almost rotting in the ground.

It's just right to supply more to Holy Terra, which is more than enough.

The actions of the opposition to destroy warehouses and strikes have really helped themselves, and it can be regarded as digging their own graves.

Especially after the fleet failed to attack the logistics fleet.

Their own supplies can flow into this throne world continuously, and they have completely controlled the situation.

Many government departments have become honest one by one after finding that the strike has no effect, the Internal Affairs Office is replacing them, and they have been hungry for many days.

They all returned to work dejectedly.

Even if the superior departments strictly prohibited it, it would be useless.

After seeing the treatment of some departments loyal to the Savior, those departments all sincerely hoped to offer their loyalty.

Boom boom——

Outside, there was a roar of artillery fire.

Ron came to the balcony and looked at the smoke in the distance.

His army has been gradually recovering the garrisons of major departments, and any resistance is regarded as heresy and treason.

Now the more ignorant oppositions are killed, the more stable the future rule will be.

In fact, those armies did not encounter many obstacles.

In the process of recovery.

In order for the Savior's army to recover their areas quickly, some clever ghosts in some departments even took the initiative to report heresy and treason in their departments.

Let the Savior's army come to clean up quickly, so that everyone can enjoy the benefits earlier.

It can be regarded as actively creating value.

Ron ordered the army to speed up the recovery to prevent the martial law and cleanup operation from lasting too long.

That might attract the coveted gazes of some beings, and even lead to unpredictable and terrible consequences!

However, the clearing operation stagnated after reaching the central area of ​​the headquarters of various departments, and suffered a lot of losses.

They could not enter the areas full of defense arrays, especially the core fortresses.

Even super-heavy tanks or dreadnought mechas were easily destroyed.

But the high lords were not feeling well, especially the opposition.

They realized that the situation was over and they had no other choice, so they finally compromised.

The high lords of the Union of Light sent a collective communication in an attempt to negotiate.

Ovileta and others looked a little haggard, trying to squeeze out a trace of obedience: "Savior, you won this struggle, and we are willing to accept this reform.

I hope you can keep our original positions, and we will do our best to assist you in managing Holy Terra."

"Do you still have room for conditions?"

Ron frowned. Holy Terra has been under martial law until now, so many people have died and so many resources have been consumed.

They actually want to continue to occupy high positions.

If these people are kept, even if the reform is implemented, it will not have much effect.

After a while of silence.

Ovileta said again: "We are willing to remove the position and re-elect new personnel as high lords. This is our last bottom line."

They took another step back.

Anyway, the one who can be elected in the end is still someone related to themselves, just like the reform of the regent.

"If you are sincere, you should come to the Senate to talk to us."

Ron said so.

But the other side rejected such a proposal. Before the situation is stabilized and they are sure of their safety.

They will never come out.

Some beings have decided to stay in the fortress forever and let other people in the family and power inherit this power.

"Unless you can hand over all your power and accept the investigation, I can still keep your lives."

Ron sighed slightly: "Your family and power can also continue, at least not too bad.

Otherwise, there is nothing to talk about."

This is his bottom line.

If he was not worried that these people would jump off the wall, he would have shot them all.

Ovileta's tone became ferocious:

"Primarch, we have compromised, but that does not mean that we have no power to resist.

You are not qualified to take away the power that has lasted for ten thousand years!"

Boom--

There was a roar of explosion outside.

An ancient internal affairs agency area exploded, resulting in the destruction of a large number of personnel and precious data.

This is the response, or threat, of the opposition.

"We can stay in the fortress for a hundred years or more, to fight you and create more chaos."

Ovileta was close to madness:

"One place after another will be destroyed inadvertently, and Terra Court will always be in fear.

Or you are willing to use orbital strikes to turn Terra Court and more places into ruins, killing tens of billions of people, and perhaps that will kill us."

"In order to seize power, do you have the heart to sacrifice so many people?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, and he asked: "My dear Primarch, what is your choice..."

The Minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs was waiting for the Primarch to compromise.

At the same time, more beings also sent messages of mediation in a hurry, hoping that everyone could take the overall situation into consideration.

The Union of Light has at least six supreme lords, and the fortresses where they are located occupy several important areas of Holy Terra, which is basically an integrated existence.

It is like a nail in the heart of the empire, which is not so easy to remove.

It may be difficult to let them maintain the prosperity of the empire, but if they do not care and destroy it, it will be a big trouble.

Everyone is waiting for the final response of the Savior.

However, the explosions created by the opposition are still continuing, and people's wailing can be heard faintly.

It seems that the passing of these lives can put pressure on the Primarch of Hope.

"I choose to strike hard..."

Ron's voice is particularly cold, like the scythe of the god of death: "You are all heretics and traitors, the cancer of the empire, and you will not get any forgiveness!"

The Savior cut off the communication.

At the same time, a judgment order was announced.

The Union of Light, headed by the high lord and Minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs Ovileta, was involved in heresy and treason. The Primarch sentenced them to death and executed them immediately!

And they will clear out all related existences, no matter who comes, it will be useless.

I hope that the Primarch and the Savior will go to the Senate after announcing the judgment order.

The dark golden shuttle flew by, and the dim sky of Holy Terra had flowing fire falling, like the power of God descending from the sky...