paranoianovel Chapter 250 Although the mess has turned into a pot of porridge, I, Tzeentch, still want to add fuel
Chapter 250 Although the mess has turned into a pot of porridge, I, Tzeentch, still want to add fuel
Red Star Tavern, attached to Red Star Machinery Factory.
Most of the shops here are affiliated to various state-owned factories. The situation is very simple. There are more than 100,000 people in one factory, but the factory director is very busy. He is nominally the director of the factory, but in fact he is similar to the head of a village.
Staff accommodation must be dealt with, and a green environment, political commissar room, social area, factory-affiliated hospital, and affiliated school must be built.
No, the tavern took on the important responsibility of blind dates and was opened near the factory.
The Inquisitor walked into the tavern as an immigrant from another planet, wearing a brown jacket and a cowboy hat, with a short knife wrapped around his belt, like an immigrant who had just arrived from a desert world.
As soon as I opened the door of the tavern, I saw vibrant lights. A big red star lampshade almost covered half of the ceiling. Clean and polished wine glasses hung upside down on the racks. The strong aroma of wine began to invade. The Inquisitor's sense of smell, and then the clicking sound of the mechanical arm's rotation, brought the Inquisitor's attention back.
The judge immediately felt that something was wrong. Most of the people here were wearing overalls, and a few of them in casual clothes were strong off-duty workers.
"Oh ho ho, welcome, guests from afar." The bartender, cleaner, bartender, and deputy director of the employee friendship department who was wiping the wine glasses greeted the inquisitor with a smile.
His left arm is fully mechanized, which is why he does some small "retirement" work here.
"Hello, I just came here. I want to order some special wine." The judge looked around for a while, then found a seat at the bar where there was no one around and sat down.
"How about a martini? A specially prepared spirit in memory of the great war apostle Martini."
"It's up to you, brother." The bartender "looked" a few years older than the judge, and the judge was not polite.
"Do you have a place to buy clothes here? I just came from Harros World 3 and I need to get a nice outfit."
"Hoho, customers who come from afar, just call me the old bartender. If you want to buy clothes, just turn left and walk two steps when you go out. Are you here for tourism?"
"No, I am an immigrant. I have to dress up and try to find a decent job." The judge is determined to lurk for a long time and manage an identity that has gained absolute trust for more than ten years.
"What do you know? I'm not telling you. In our place, beautiful clothes and good jobs have nothing to do with each other. The important thing is what skills you have, how about it? How many years have you studied? What do you know? You have walked through those places "Is there no problem with the language..." The old bartender narrowed his eyes, and a lot of questions were thrown at the inquisitor like a barrage of questions.
"Hey, hey, hey, old bartender, you're doing it again, put away your office routine." The drinkers on the side couldn't stand it anymore and started to make noises.
"Hoho, you just got here and you're not used to it. Don't be afraid of that. Our factory is short of people. Tell us what you know. Maybe it will meet the requirements of our factory." The old bartender brought a glass of orange Fine wine, with a piece of red fruit hanging above.
The judge looked around expressionlessly. The old bartender said hurriedly: "Hey, don't look at the workers here. We are a state-owned enterprise. Even if I am employed by the government, the treatment must be good. Don't worry, our world is very fair. There are many good girls in our factory. You If you come, I will be responsible for introducing you."
The old bartender's breasts were so loud that the deputy director of the friendship department had to worry about everyone's problem of finding a partner.
Upon hearing about the government's establishment, the judge was a little moved. But he needed more information.
Afterwards, he pretended to have a long conversation with the old bartender, and then was "forced" to undergo a physical examination.
The judge fled away as if he was running away, with the old bartender still flying behind him: "Being a foreign teacher in our affiliated primary school is well paid, please think about it again..."
The main reason why the Inquisitor escaped was that he found that the physical examination here actually included an outrageous psychic test. In his current state, he had no chance of evading this test.
Next, he briefly inquired a few times and found that all the work around him required psychic testing, which was a free test provided by others.
Soon, he discovered another heretical thing, "Yifeng Quotations", and that there was no state religion here, and instead, the Primaris Astartes served as the ideological department of the supreme political commissar.
In this world where rational thinking is gradually promoted, the erosion of chaos has not diminished, but most of it has been dealt with at the beginning.
Because a normal person's first reaction when a voice suddenly appears in his head is to go to the hospital to see a psychiatrist instead of thinking that the emperor has chosen him!
The power of the evil god runs through subspace, and there is no time and space in subspace! There is no such thing as weaker corruption in the 30K era. The power is the same. It is just a matter of the thickness of the realistic barriers and people's thinking.
When the godly state religion ruled the empire with feudal superstition for 10,000 years, there were only two kinds of opposition: more Chaos believers and more Emperor believers who were difficult to corrode! It’s just that the number of mortals caught in the middle has become smaller.
But here, when people with signs of corruption feel something is wrong, teams of psychics and political commissars will check on people regularly, citing the free medical check-up benefits provided by the factory as justification.
These psykers and commissars are in turn subject to scrutiny by the Librarians and Primaris Warriors. The inquisitor learned about the censorship system after eavesdropping on the political commissar's speech.
This is heretical, but the Inquisitor feels that there must be a deeper secret.
The Inquisitor tried to forge a test report, so he used some psychic means to invade the information center of a government agency, modified his information, and forged him into a newly recruited small employee of the government.
After understanding enough information, he was ready to take up the post to see if he could gain access to more core secrets.
Just at this moment, Yifeng arrived.
With a wave of his hand, Yifeng built a fortress on the spot, recruited workers in various positions, and formed a new defense department.
We plan to build a trap fortress, just like Iron Warriors did in the Iron Prison incident, designing a trap that looks like a fortress, full of traps, shooting holes, layers of steel plates, and bombs.
They used this fortress to attract large armies of the Imperial Fists and nearly massacre them all.
Then the Sons of Dorne are known for their stubbornness, so wouldn’t the World Eaters be so?
Therefore, in order to stabilize the original political power as the basic condition, the new government personnel who had just been "transferred" were pulled away to form new institutions.
The judge was directly transferred to a small employee under the Ministry of Defense. He was confused. Did he enter an "important military institution" so easily?
Subsequently, the entire planet quickly came into operation, and the fortress construction began based on the products fed back by the world and the country's follow-up funds.
The judge sadly walked to the front line of labor and personally joined the glorious labor group...
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Yifeng held a battle review meeting and made a detailed analysis of the reasons for the death of the seven soldiers.
"First of all, you are not invincible. The record of 982 to 7 shocked the past and present. However, we still did not avoid casualties. For most of the personnel participating in the war, Belisarius Furnace was activated. In the past, you Now they are all heroic spirits dying in battle.”
"Most of you will fall into weakness for three years. During this period, you must think carefully about the use of anti-psionic armor and the cooperation between them. I don't want anyone to fall behind and be killed by Li again. Manru tanks or something else focus their fire and kill them.”
"The anti-psionic armor is very strong, but it's not to the point where you can run rampant. Titans, super heavy tanks, and heavy artillery bombardments all have the power to kill you. Think about your own plans for such a battlefield. , Next, we will encounter many, many more."
Yifeng looked around. After experiencing this battle, many soldiers actually benefited a lot. After being suppressed by anti-psionic energy for a few days, the pituitary gland secreted three times more hormones than usual the moment they took off their armor. Times, they are getting stronger.
This phenomenon was relieved after three days. According to Situ Val, a cycle of seven days is the best.
"Division Commander, on the battlefield, are we considered tanks or terminators?"
"Be flexible, how can war be such an inconvenience? My suggestion is to treat a pair of people as a Dreadnought."
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Within the Calixis sector, the forces are complex. It's not that there are many alien enemies, that's not scary. Certain enemies are always dealt with by the powerful Imperial fleet and the great Emperor's Angels. The complexity here lies in the people.
The mutation rate of humans here is much higher than in other areas. Almost every world has a large number of mutants and then cult groups. No one knows where they came from. There are many important worlds here, but they are all far away from the center of the empire, so they choose autonomy, which means that there is little power to unite to clean up the massive low-level enemies.
These forces firmly control the lower world of the planet, while the upper world is even more chaotic.
For example, the Sestel Alliance is a typical force that is left unattended after paying the tithe. They are the natives of the world of Regulus. They formed an alliance after the death of an official from the Ministry of Interior in an accident. They are autonomous farmers. World, when the top management was indifferent, he controlled multiple agricultural worlds with outstanding operations, and was promoted to a major force with a voice within the star region.
Dwayne Company started as a branch of the state religion and gathered a large number of workers. After being "attacked by the righteous mainstream state religion", they became a huge trading company. Relying on an astonishing number of workers, they basically controlled countless mining plants. , forging plants and other basic factories.
Higher-level factories are controlled by the Skylon Ha Company, such as the spacecraft parts factory. They emphasize giving up individuality and everyone completes their tasks like a robot.
In terms of politics, the large and small families are divided into the Ministry of the Interior, the Ministry of Justice, and the State Church. The highest leader is the Inquisition.
Now, the existence of the ten battle group home stars has seriously violated the interests of these powerful groups, especially the processing industry of the Red Torrent home star, causing Dwayne Company and Skellen Ha Company to lose a large number of orders and raw materials.
These powerful oligarchs were discussing countermeasures, but Yifeng was a little faster than them and began to invade the edge planets of the Calixis sector first.
The Astartes came to clean up the cult, and the local governor was terrified.
The mutants in Hive Underhive have always been the training targets of the Astra Militarum and the Planetary Defense Forces. When did the Astartes need to intervene?
A small force of thirty people sent by Yifeng arrived in the orbit of the planet above the hive.
"Dear Emperor Angel, I am the governor of the planet and the head of the Kakala family. Our world is stable and harmonious, and I have not called for any support."
"No, we received it. I can't trust your words until you are proven innocent, Governor Karkara. We cannot be sure whether you are a rebel who has seized the power of the governor and is expelling us. We ask to enter the planet."
"Welcome."
The local governor was wondering, what did the other party receive? Within a few minutes, a lifetime of bad things, ranging from killing a political opponent to taking a handkerchief from the neighbor's maid, went through the governor's mind, and he didn't understand what was going on.
Local officials from the Ministry of the Interior, the state church, and noble families came out to greet him. This was not an important place. The Ministry of Justice's Arbiter Fortress had not been built, and the elusive Tribunal had not officially established an office.
Flowers and songs are the best things this world can offer. The ecological environment here is not very good. Artificially cultivated flowers are one of the most precious gifts.
Thirty Emperor's Angels stepped out of the transport plane, fully armed. The Mark 10 power armor was neatly dressed, the power sword was hung on the sword buckle, and they held large bolt guns in both hands, which made the Governor's hair tremble.
"Dear Emperor's Angel, welcome to your arrival. Well, you can rest assured that under the control of our loyal planetary defense forces, the world here is very safe and there is no rebellion. You..." The Governor wanted to let The warriors sheathed their weapons, but their bolters were loaded.
"Take me to the lower nest. Your troops will guard all the passages. We are here to carry out the mission of eradicating the cult."
The Governor didn't say anything, and the Primaris warriors walked to the front like the wind, in a state of complete war.
"Governor...us?"
"Why are you stunned? Lead them the way!" The governor yelled at the secretary, but quietly squeezed the button in his hand, and an alarm signal was transmitted to the gangs in the lower nest.
Mutants are hiding, and the craziest and most dangerous Redeemer sects are holed up in houses.
The Redeemer sect advocates the theory that everyone is guilty and calls on everyone to purify everything with flames. They are the ones who do the common "self-immolation" of lighting fires.
The Astartes rushed directly into the lower lair with unreasonable actions. They quietly sneaked on the edge of the chaotic shabby market, used exquisite assassination techniques to kill mutants, and traced the cult through the most secret clues.
Of course, taking a bite saves a lot of trouble.
The hive was too big. Thirty Astartes disappeared like mud cows into the sea. The governor was extremely anxious, but there was no witness report at all in the contact with the hive.
"Damn it, why are they here? The Crimson Torrent Battle Group, right? Is there any response from there?"
"The adult from the Ministry of Internal Affairs said that the backstage of this group is very tough. Let us be careful. If we really can't, we can't try to throw dirty water."
"Can you say something useful and throw dirty water? Look at this, the guard captain at the passageway who went to stop their movement had his head crushed. Who dares to throw dirty water?"
With such a large population and countless factories and human resources in Xiachao, the governor naturally got a share of the pie, and some "tribute payers" even paid him security deposits.
"Has that data been eliminated? Funding transactions with the Redeemer Sect must not be discovered."
Shangchao was very busy clearing data, but the spaceship in the sky was sailing away to another world.
"Governor, their warships are gone, and we can't find the Astartes."
"What on earth are they doing here? Are they just to let thirty Astartes retire in their nest? No, I have to go out and hide, contact Cintila, I want to petition."
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The deputy governor also began to panic. Sitting in this position, everyone was not a good person and would not really find out anything, so he sent a large number of defense troops to avert the enemy.
In the name of supporting the Astartes, a large number of planetary defense forces entered the lower levels to suppress the bandits. Enemies who recognized the situation hid, and basically all "interacting forces" were notified of the situation amidst the sound of gunfire.
At the end of this farce, even if the Planetary Defense Force actually went down with the task of monitoring the Astartes, who could monitor the Emperor's Angels? They fought all the way to the bottom hive and were still digging down into the area. , I was surprised not to find a hair on Astartes.
Soon, the turmoil was eliminated. The Lieutenant Governor did not receive any news that Astartes had been picked up, and Astartes never showed up again.
The Planetary Defense Forces cannot continue to fight "never-ending" battles. They need to be paid! The amount of military pay that had been leaked out in the past few weeks made the Lieutenant Governor's heart bleed, and he allowed the Astartes to do whatever they wanted.
Our soldiers were given the task of finding out what was causing the large number of mutations in the Calixis sector. They spent several years clearing out many mutants and cults, and then squatted in the nest trying to monitor the emergence of mutations.
The same thing happened in dozens of worlds at the same time, and all ten war groups sent out teams to conduct reconnaissance.
After several years of detection, the target was pointed at the Tyrant Star.
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The army of Khorne took an eccentric approach. After breaking through several blockades, they headed towards a very unpopular world. Almost no one expected their attack route. The defense there was very backward. Within a few days of encountering the enemy, they were defeated. was breached.
The offensive of Khorne's army caught the Empire by surprise. Who could have expected that they would advance to a place with absolutely no strategic value?
But there are those who cower and flee in panic, and there are loyal ones who fight to the death.
The Thirty Legion of the Valhalla Astra Militarum is the core, and several defense forces have gathered in the Candialo sector. When the Imperial Navy is at a disadvantage and the local world has lost the support of warships, they tenaciously hold on to their positions and let the Blood Legion's Stop there.
This gave a large number of Astartes Chapters time to mobilize and quickly assemble.
The information is extremely confusing. On the Macragge's Glory, Robert Guilliman is making a series of war deployments. The powerful original mind is helping him sort out the enemy's movements.
"We still don't know who is leading the enemy's legions."
"Continue to organize, I will go to the stern of the ship." Guilliman gave the order to the mortal analysts, and then quickly walked to the most secret room on the Macragge's Glory.
"Call, what's your theory?"
Guilliman pushed the door open and entered, and Caul's backup immediately started running, performing the boring "waking up ceremony" that was accurate to the millisecond.
"According to my analysis, the enemy's combat intention may be to capture the edge of the Hazy Star Territory to search for something, or to attack the Taiping Star Territory along the boundary of the Star Territory. Intelligence shows that several large-scale rebellions have occurred there."
"This is to transfer me away from You...well, you don't know this."
"What do you mean, I don't understand."
"It doesn't matter, what kind of preparations do you think we need to make? The opponent's current route is very strange, and the empire has very weak control over the area in the direction of their advance."
"It is recommended that the target location of the decisive battle be set as an important forging world, and the Mechanicus fight in cooperation. Dear Lord Regent, this is also an opportunity. Wherever our powerful fleet passes, the Human Empire will once again and completely grasp these long-estranged places. in the area of control.”
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On the bridge where Guilliman returned, there was still no news of Angron or Abaddon. This seemed to be a "common" Blood Legion action for eleven thousand years.
At this point, the Tzeentch sect took action.
Guilliman is a Primarch that breaks the balance. Whichever evil god can get his hands on him can break the balance between the four gods.
Tzeentch plots to capture Lady Euton, and now is a good opportunity, but the water is not murky enough.
He went in search of another Primarch.
Although Abaddon said that the era of the original body was over, his Black Crusade was not unrelated to the original body.
Perturabo participated in the Tenth Crusade and helped defeat the Iron Hands Chapter.
This Iron Warrior Primarch is always thinking about how to break through the defenses of the Human Empire. His Primarch Guards have been disbanded and scattered throughout the warp. Surrounding him are a large number of dimensional blacksmiths and Dark Mechanicus. He is really good at crafting. Terrifying siege equipment.
Now, Tzeentch used his favorite "accident" to let Perturabo know the news of Guilliman's departure from the Sanctuary of the Sun.
"According to our observation point records, the Blood Legion broke through the defenses of the Eye of Terror in one direction, with an unknown target." A priest of the Dark Mechanicum found Perturabo and brought the news.
Several laser beams pierced his body, and the countless weapons on Perturabo killed the "messenger" in an instant.
Has Terra's defenses become weaker?
He muttered to himself.
The Phalanx was repaired. This was good news. He smiled. It was a fortress worthy of being breached by him.
Perturabo looked at the empire's defenses outside the Eye of Terror again, thinking about how to take advantage of the blood army to contain a large number of the empire's troops, completely break through the empire's defenses in the dim star field, and control the "dark side" of the empire.
Both Primarchs frowned and stared at the strategy map.