Eternal Wall.
The ancient helipad was crowded with people, and from the platform to the towering city walls, there were figures of people.
The sacred statues shone brightly in the light of the braziers burning with incense.
The aroma of holy oil masked the smell of pollution in the air.
People breathed in air mixed with rust, holy oil, and cosmetic powder, and listened to the choir's children singing praises to the Imperial Regent and the Primarch of Hope.
Everyone craned their necks, full of anticipation, because they were about to witness a living legend.
But most people can only watch from afar.
Even though they are Terra's bureaucrats, they control the life and death of many planets.
Only the most distinguished groups in the galaxy, high-ranking nobles or commanders of the empire can meet the Primarch on the platform.
On the platform, the dignitaries of the Terra Parliament, the ministers of the Ministry of the Interior, and the priests of the state religion had already taken their own positions according to their respective powers and reputations.
Chaos but order.
But many of them were not very happy, and even had gloomy faces.
After half a century, the Imperial Regent returned from the front lines to the center of power.
That means their interests are about to be harmed.
Moreover, the Primarch of Hope has also arrived, a being that poses a greater threat than the Imperial Regent.
He is so incompatible with the empire that he will completely destroy the power order that has been formed over thousands of years.
These political creatures have a keen sense of smell and are aware of the coming of reform and change.
One's own family may fall into ruin in this change.
Some of them were operating in secret, plotting conspiracies and intrigues, or digging out forbidden weapons from dark rooms in an attempt to contact heretics and alien assassins.
An extreme assassination attempt on the Primarch of Hope.
In the past, these high-ranking officials would be afraid of the Primarch's military power and temporarily obey his rule.
But now the conflict is difficult to reconcile and they have to take a risk.
The Primarchs are also human beings, and they can bleed, get injured, and even die.
The Empire once had twenty powerful Primarchs, but aren't they almost wiped out?
Swish swish——
When the shuttle landed, everyone's face was filled with smiles, real or fake.
"Lord Savior!"
A certain high lord came forward to greet him enthusiastically, fearing that everyone would be unaware of his loyalty.
The head of the Navigator family, Nova Father, the Supreme Lord Admiral of the Navy, looked up and found that it was the poor commander-in-chief of the Star Army. He couldn't help but frowned slightly.
"How shameless..."
The eye on Nova Father's forehead trembled slightly, conveying a psychic message.
"Who told the Savior to give the Astra Militarum so many things..."
The Admiral sneered, "That guy is almost becoming someone's loyal dog. How can he still act like a High Lord?"
If the commander-in-chief of the Astra Militarum heard this, he would be furious: "You are so noble! You are so great!"
There is no way around it. The Astra Militarum is the most miserable department in the Empire and can be called the peasants of the Empire.
There isn't even a fixed high-collar chair.
The fact that he was able to enter the High Lords' Council was merely the product of political struggle, and he had basically no say.
We also have to ask the high lord of the Ministry of the Interior to approve the budget.
In this dark age, wars rage across the Imperium, and Astra Militarum soldiers fight on every front, periodically dying in the hundreds of millions while logistical support dwindles.
They can barely make ends meet.
If this continues, the Astra Militarum will collapse!
Nowadays, everyone knows that the savior of the Galaxy is the richest, so what if we cling to him?
The commander-in-chief licked wildly without any hesitation under people's gaze!
If it weren't for the presence of the Thunder Guards, he would have rushed over to greet the savior personally.
…
Ron got off the shuttle and stepped onto the dark ancient stone platform with the Regent.
People were joyful and happy.
Those dignitaries and politicians all saluted and saluted the Primarch.
He sighed slightly: "Alas, nothing has changed."
"Nothing has changed."
Guilliman answered softly, his face as bright as a breeze, responding to the welcoming crowd.
As an excellent politician, he knows how to handle these situations while hiding his intimidating side.
As for the hope for the Primarch of Savior, it seemed much more casual.
Or rather, he doesn't care at all.
Ron carefully observed the scene before him.
The dark and hideous city walls and the dark crowds of people.
They all have all kinds of weird mechanical limbs and smell of decay.
The strong smell of incense and the foul air, the choir, the cherubim made of babies, and the recording attendants bound in the iron coffin, writing something with a quill.
That is the most direct presentation of the dark and decadent tone of the empire.
Not only him, even Guilliman felt a hint of disgust.
After witnessing the situation in the Savior's territory, the Imperial Regent became increasingly dissatisfied with the current state of the empire.
This was also one of the reasons why he returned from the front lines of the Indomitable Crusade after the situation eased temporarily.
"Half a century later, I set foot on Holy Terra again..."
Ron recalled the past and felt quite emotional.
At eighteen that year, he stood like a minion.
Of course, this is an exaggeration. He was in his fifties that year, and his actual age now is over a hundred years old.
But among the high-level beings in the galaxy, he is considered to be a young man in the prime of his life.
Half a century ago, he came to Holy Terra in order to activate his trading license and gain the support of the Imperial Church.
It's also in this place.
He mingled among the crowd behind the imperial regent, like an unknown person, acting cautiously.
Now, the same place.
He came to this planet as a victor, the Primarch of Hope and the savior, and was respected by the people.
He was no longer the small governor who sought the protection of the High Lord, but one of the most powerful figures in the Empire, a ruler with unstoppable might.
He became someone that the high lords needed to curry favor with.
Ron responded to the greetings from the Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum, the Pope of the Ecclesiarchy, and the Martian Casting General with a warm smile.
Especially the commander-in-chief of the Star Army, he is very perceptive.
Shouldn't the material support in the future be doubled?
These were his allies in Holy Terra, including the Grand Marshal of the Guards in the Imperial Palace.
He came to Holy Terra this time to transform this place and carry out some reforms, so he needed some allies, the more the better.
If we can use majority power to promote peaceful reforms and avoid bloodshed.
That's the best outcome.
"Who are the enemies and who are the friends here?"
Ron looked at the smiling crowd and felt vaguely wary.
He knew that some of them regarded him as an enemy and wanted to kill him as soon as possible.
They may be intimidated by their power and have to obey, but we cannot rule out the possibility that they will be desperate and take risks.
After all, he was overhauling the entire Holy Terra and restoring vitality to this home planet of mankind.
That is a necessary process.
Ron didn't want anyone to hold him back while he was leading humanity forward.
Given the dire situation in Holy Terra, there was no telling when it would suddenly explode.
It's better to deal with it early.
However, Holy Terra has tens of thousands of high-ranking families and forces, involving countless civilized worlds in the galaxy, and the political situation is complicated.
Perhaps the High Lord spends all his time dealing with these relationships.
No one can explain the complex relationships involved, so we must cut the Gordian knot quickly.
Otherwise, the longer you delay, the more trouble you will cause.
They are bound to unite in a crisis and create more trouble.
What's more, some ancient families also have hidden forbidden technologies that can cause huge destructive power.
Those guys have the ability to rebel and might even attract heretics or aliens.
Ron and Guilliman exchanged a glance.
They have decided to change all this and make Holy Terra catch up with the Savior's territory.
Humanity should not continue to be immersed in darkness, but should move towards the light.
The dignitaries in the crowd looked at the two Primarchs, their worries growing even more intense.
They are considering where they will go next.
Ron didn't dwell on this for long.
The plan has been arranged and there will be dedicated people to carry it out to ensure the smooth progress of this reform.
Relevant government officials and mechanical facilities are also on the way.
These will completely change the political structure and efficiency of Holy Terra.
This will prevent more imperial tragedies from happening.
He came to Holy Terra this time not only for reform, but more importantly to make money.
As the home planet of mankind, Holy Terra has experienced the most glorious golden age of mankind and has preserved many technological relics and artifacts.
But under the influence of the Chaos God, the empire became increasingly conservative.
Many technologies and treasures are locked in dark corners and slowly corrode.
The top leaders of the empire cannot control them, but he can. He can make use of these treasures collected during the glorious period of mankind.
Those are galaxy-changing things.
There is no need to say much about Iron Man.
That was an important guarantee for humans to colonize the galaxy in the Golden Age, a powerful artificial intelligence robot with the ability to self-upgrade.
Compared to them, the Holy Titan is just an ordinary engineering machine.
It is said that the Emperor recovered some of the tortured and castrated remains of the Iron Man and rebuilt them into automated combat soldiers called "Extinction Machines".
If he could obtain that army, or even find a complete Iron Man and control him, the strength of the territory would increase significantly.
Even if it is not fully used, just studying the Iron Man's technology and data will bring huge benefits.
The territory can use these golden age technologies to create powerful planetary war weapons.
There is also the Yemenga Stone, an artifact left over from the glorious days of the Necrons.
Based on the secret information that can be found.
The massive stone tablet had a record of activity during the Great Rift, when it began to glow as the Warp Rift Storm approached.
Forming a perfect anti-psychic field.
That allowed the area to remain stable during the warp storm and remain unaffected.
It's quite abnormal.
If humans could also create such an anti-psychic field, they would be able to deal a major blow to Chaos.
What's even more surprising is that that was only the defensive function of the Yemenga Stone.
It is actually a productivity technology creation with special functions.
A divination vision from an Imperial psyker suggests that the stone tablet utilizes a technology capable of physically replicating every Necron vessel it comes into contact with.
When Ron saw the secret record, he was stunned.
Wouldn't that be a perfect 3D printer that also retains the functionality of the original, something that is simply magical.
He couldn't imagine it.
How grand was the war between the Necrons' ancestors, the Fallen, and the Old Ones in the War in Heaven?
This led to the Ancients creating the Eldar and the Green-skinned Orcs to deal with it, and even the Star God of the real universe perished as a result.
Perhaps artifacts like the Yemenga Stone were just routinely deployed weapons at the time.
It's like driving the empire's most ordinary warship back to the feudal era. It will most likely be regarded as an unrivaled artifact by the local ancients.
Ron didn't dare to think about it.
How many of those forbidden weapons have been preserved by the awakened Necrons and the declining Eldar?
If one day they recover their old technology and use it, what kind of destructive power will they gain?
"Human pills..."
The more Ron thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he became more determined to reform Holy Terra and promote human progress.
If you still retain backward ideas and reject so-called taboos or advanced technologies.
That would be digging your own grave.
Accompanied by the return or revival of ancient races.
Human beings must maintain rapid development and progress so that they will not be pinned to the ground by the enemy one day and be unable to fight back.
In fact, the danger has already arrived.
The webway in the Savior's territory was attacked by forbidden technology. Ordinary defensive force fields and arrays were completely ineffective, resulting in heavy casualties.
There is no way, the territory's current technology has been upgraded to Holy Sun Technology.
It's quite effective in protecting against Chaos Demons, but not very effective in protecting against Alien and physical technology attacks.
Ron had a vague suspicion.
That was an attack from the Dark Eldar, a branch of the Eldar that retained most of the technology and forbidden weapons of the Eldar Empire.
Cruel and bloodthirsty.
Perhaps the higher-level beings among them have become ambitious about the webways they own and have begun to move out.
The Dark Eldar can utilize the Webway technology of the Ancient Eldar to appear in any area.
Destruction is much easier than construction.
If those guys are determined to use forbidden weapons to launch terrorist attacks, it will cause great damage to the construction activities in the Savior's territory.
Moreover, it is difficult to catch them.
That is an extremely troublesome matter, and I will definitely be exhausted from dealing with it.
Ron frowned, thinking about how to deal with the Dark Eldar.
How can we catch these beings that can roam around in the Webway and the galaxy and attack their base camp?
What kind of weapons can be used against these corrupt guys?
The weapons technology in the Savior Territory is now somewhat taboo in the eyes of the Empire, but in the broader context of the galaxy.
Still too conventional.
He thought of a forbidden artifact that the empire had come into contact with - the Void Glaze, which was a forbidden creation related to the soul.
It is said that it can allow people to see their true nature.
It is best to use it to deal with Dark Eldar with flawed souls.
The only clue he has now is that the Carcharodon Regiment once escorted the forbidden artifact. Perhaps he could ask them.
There should also be corresponding records in the Sanctuary Library.
Ron was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't even pay much attention to the Regent's reminder.
In the absence of danger, his body's defensive instinct will not be triggered.
"What's wrong with you?"
Guilliman reminded the Savior again, a little worried about his condition.
Ron reacted and noticed the fearful and worried looks of the people in front of him.
He reacted immediately.
I shouldn't look worried in such a public place.
That will affect the mentality of many citizens of the empire and cause some unnecessary impacts.
"Nothing, I just thought of something."
Ron put those bad thoughts behind him, smiled again, and responded to the greetings from the imperial officials and people.
Overthinking is one of my shortcomings. I always tend to think of things in the worst possible way.
But that is the most basic quality of a person who practices Taoism.
That's one of the reasons why I rarely fail.
Sometimes Ron envied Guilliman, who could just charge at the enemy and win.
Since he is not a child of such luck, he can only think more and be more cautious.
Afterwards, Ron followed the established procedure and boarded a luxurious and bulky ceremonial transport ship with Guilliman.
The "parade" began.
The ceremonial transport ships will pass through some important transportation routes, allowing more people of the empire to admire the heroic figure of the Primarch.
Just like half a century ago.
The scenery before my eyes gradually changed from magnificent churches and aristocratic gathering areas to slums.
The hungry poor and disabled people looked at this side expectantly, moving with difficulty between the simple shacks.
Like maggots crawling in the shadows of Holy Terra.
Half a century ago.
Their fathers witnessed the return of the Ultra Primarch and the Imperial Regent, and chased the ceremonial transports, longing for redemption.
However, whether before or after the return of the Primarch.
The lives of these poor people at the bottom of society have not changed much and remain the same as before.
Maybe it got a little worse.
The Indomitable Crusade consumed a large amount of material resources, making the already impoverished empire even worse off.
But that is a necessary sacrifice.
Of course, these suffering people at the bottom of society would not understand why Holy Terra would pay so much to save humans who are countless light years away.
Instead of saving yourself from starving to death?
Now, these devout sufferers, like last time, are chasing the ceremonial transport ship belonging to the Primarch of Hope.
I hope that the existence called the Savior can bless me and allow me to be saved.
Ron looked at those suffering people, smiled at them, and responded to the expectant looks as much as possible.
Their suffering will not last long.
If nothing unexpected happens, Holy Terra will undergo earth-shaking changes after the victory celebration.
The premise is that these people can survive hunger and pain until that day.
Fortunately, that day will not come too late, and they will most likely survive.
Suddenly, Ron noticed a hidden gaze.
That was a gaze.
He turned his head and saw the silver-haired angel Saint Celestine and her twin holy attendants.
The appearance of that existence has not changed much, it is still holy and beautiful.
The long silver hair, white angel wings and the exquisite body covered with armor attracted many eyes.
No normal man can ignore the existence of the silver-haired angel and the twin holy servants.
Some nobles even had some taboo ideas.
But they only dared to think about it deep in their minds, and did not even dare to reveal the slightest blasphemous look.
Saint Celestine remained as cold as ice.
But Ron knew that it was this silver-haired angel who was secretly looking at him and the twin holy attendants beside him.
Many years have passed.
Saint Celestine became much more cheerful and no longer suffered so much pain in her heart.
The residual soul energy of the Savior brought about too many changes in her, bringing sunshine to her closed and gloomy heart.
The silver-haired angel dreamed of the Savior more and more often, especially after witnessing that scene.
"Your Excellency Saint Celestine..."
Ron walked over, maintaining an elegant and noble demeanor: "Do you have something to talk to me about?"
However, as he approached.
The silver-haired angel and the twin holy attendants were a little panicked.
"fine."
Saint Celestine uttered these two words stiffly, then walked to another part of the deck nervously.
Ron stopped in his tracks, confused: "What's going on? Did I offend her?"
Afterwards, he noticed more fiery gazes.
Those gazes came from princesses, noble ladies, and young ladies among high-ranking nobles and officials, and were filled with desires.
She even flirted with me, and I was almost dripping with joy.
He could even feel it.
Those eyes penetrated his robe and saw his naked body.
All in view.
They seem to know every inch of their bodies.
???
Ron pulled his robes tighter, with only one thought in his mind:
"Oh no, these women are greedy for my body..."
Such a strange phenomenon made him vaguely alert.
Could it be that the Lord of Pleasure has influenced this place and corrupted the higher-ups of Holy Terra?
That's a big deal!
Wait for the viewing transport ship to arrive at its destination.
Ron didn't even have time to attend the dinner, and immediately sent the elite of the Ers Tribunal to investigate the matter.
At the same time, a letter was sent to the imperial guards asking for help.
However, the result was beyond his expectations