Chapter 460: The Merchant Queen: Yes, I am pregnant with the Savior's child…
Hall of Glory.
This magnificent hall is located in the Plaza de Heroes outside the Imperial Palace and is surrounded by statues of numerous Primarchs.
Unfortunately, due to the rebellion, many statues of disloyal primarchs have been toppled and razed.
Most of the owners of the remaining statues have died or disappeared, and this place has become a restricted area, only temporarily open during major festivals.
Today, lights are flickering faintly in Qunying Square.
Because two of the owners of the statue complex returned, the dusty Hall of Glory saw the light of day again.
A lavish banquet was underway, with acolytes and servitor skulls shuttling around. All those participating in the banquet were dignitaries and bureaucrats who controlled the fate of the galaxy.
Ron took a glass of priceless Quatis red wine from the Garden World, took a sip, and complained:
"Tsk, this stuff isn't even as good as the wine produced in our Green Wave Farm world..."
The Primarch's deputy, Taco, took a sip and echoed, "This wine certainly doesn't taste as good as our Lafite. It's not as pure and rich, and it doesn't bring depth and clarity to 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 best one is 1982 Lafite.
Taco doesn't know why '82 is the top year, but he thinks the naming may contain some kind of sacred number mystery.
"Once the territory's network is safely opened, we must promote our specialties, especially bananas, which are unique in the galaxy."
Ron has always been more interested in making money, and it's time for people to get a taste of the big banana of the 3K era.
Afterwards, he had a lively conversation with the commander-in-chief of the Star Army and other high-ranking officials with whom he had a good relationship, and did not contact other dignitaries or bureaucrats.
Instead, he asked Taco to communicate on his behalf in the name of the Primarch.
It is better to leave these intrigues and py transactions to professionals.
Ron used his psychic powers to hand the wine glass to a servitor, then left the bustling hall and walked towards the balcony area.
He was not a politician like Guilliman, who could adapt to these social occasions and chat and laugh with strangers, nor did he like such an environment.
We can't get along with those corrupt officials.
What's more, I have the confidence to refuse.
Those dignitaries and bureaucrats who tried to contact the Primarch realized that the being did not want to contact them and 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 gene warriors, this Primarch is friendly enough.
At least his personality is normal.
But these dignitaries and bureaucrats did not give up, but instead gestured to their female relatives.
I hope they can come into contact with the original body. If something can happen, that would be the best outcome.
But before the ladies could get close, they were gently stopped by invisible spiritual energy.
Their burning gazes still lingered on the Primarch, as if they wanted to see him naked, making him feel chilly.
Ron felt increasingly strange.
He quickly walked out of the hall, getting rid of those gazes, 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. They used primitive cold weapons to fight endlessly and built arenas for the soldiers to entertain themselves.
The Colosseum still exists and has become the residence of the Terran Senate.
He had taken a brief look at it during his pilgrimage and it looked familiar, so it must be the ancient Roman Colosseum.
I don't know whether this is a parallel world or the future of the Earth?
Weak races cannot contact or know the existence of higher dimensions.
Ron had been to some feudal or post-industrial revolution planets. They had no way of exploring the world outside the galaxy, nor did they know what was happening in the Milky Way.
Their radars couldn't even pick up the electromagnetic frequencies of Imperial warships.
Until one day, a disaster of heresy and aliens came, and everything was destroyed without knowing why.
"Hiss, isn't this too high-profile?"
After nightfall, a statue in Qun Ying Square lit up, attracting a lot of attention.
Ron saw at a glance that it was the statue of his own Explosive Primarch.
Due to engineering errors by the Mechanicus, the Ecclesiarchy, and the Astra Militarum, as well as high-intensity stacking of materials, this statue is not only one meter taller than the others.
The internal machinery emits a dazzling golden light, forming a halo surrounding the statue.
Make it more sacred.
Compared with the pure stone statues of other primarchs, his own statue is simply added with special effects and stands out from the crowd.
Wouldn't being so high-profile affect my relationship with other Primarchs?
Fortunately, Guilliman is not that stingy and knows that I like special effects, so there won't be any problem.
Ron took a deep breath to calm himself.
Even in the core area of Holy Terra, the air quality is still terrible, full of rust and various strong incense and makeup powders.
Maybe people here are used to it.
He looked at the gray and cold hive buildings in the distance and frowned slightly.
Perhaps this world of human throne is even more filthy than imagined, and heresy and chaos are inevitable.
Especially the cunning ones.
Those things are everywhere, and any ship that's older will have some hidden tricks.
There is simply no way to finish it.
Many ship commanders even condone the existence of thieves and keep them within a safe range, which can greatly increase the efficiency of the ship.
There is no better worker in the galaxy than Ji Ze, who is loyal, hardworking, and never complains.
As long as the day of ascension does not come, it will be the best nuclear-powered cattle and horses.
He seriously suspected that there were some cunning people on Holy Terra as well.
After all, there is a severe shortage of labor on Holy Terra, and all the affairs from the empire's territory cannot be handled completely.
Even more troublesome is heresy.
The last time he came to Holy Terra, he encountered a heretical sect causing chaos, and even caused the "Emperor Selling Ditch Incident", which almost shocked the empire.
After I resolve 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 extensive experience in similar cleanup activities and should be able to resolve related issues well.
"Lord Savior..."
A soft voice came.
A noble lady wearing a gorgeous dress and with a beautiful face and figure walked over.
Being a psyker herself, she let go of all her mental defenses and gently absorbed herself into the Primarch's psychic barrier.
Then he walked in with his two daughters.
These beautiful ladies show little sign of transformation.
Whether in terms of figure or appearance, she is at the top of the galaxy. Every movement she makes is full of dignity, yet with a hint of temptation.
"Ms. Dale?"
Ron vaguely remembered the lady's name and didn't feel too much disgust.
She is the heiress and merchant queen of an ancient merchant family, owning territories in more than a dozen remote star regions and numerous merchant ships.
It is considered a relatively good trading force in the galaxy, and its routes can cover one or two star regions.
This is also the reason why they dare to contact the Primarch.
"Sir, after the banquet, are you free to visit the Chaos family's bedroom?
We hope to entertain you and discuss some matters regarding trade routes..."
The whiteness of Dale's chest trembled slightly, her eyes were full of charm, and she placed special emphasis on the matter of hospitality.
She had learned of this being's character through secret channels.
Compared to the Imperial Regent's cold attitude, the Primarch of Hope was more likely to accept this invitation and go to his private spaceship bedroom.
He is more indulgent.
Especially after seeing that scene myself, I became even more convinced.
???
Ron understood Dale's hint. The other party wanted to join forces to deal with him.
The heir of this wandering merchant family wanted to seek protection through closer relationships and form some kind of alliance of interests.
He knew that Rogue Merchants were rather reckless and often did things that crossed the empire's bottom line and even got involved with taboos.
But the bold invitation from the big white man 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 quite good at judging people.
But that was before.
Ron was a little hesitant now. He was thinking about the purpose of this Rogue Trader's heir.
A simple transaction, assassination, or a deeper intention?
No wonder he thought too much.
Since arriving in Holy Terra, he had not only been met with strange looks, but had also encountered numerous assassination attempts, and even captured a high-level Dark Eldar assassin.
The Dark Eldar assassin, armed with forbidden weapons powerful enough to destroy atoms and souls, self-annihilated upon capture.
There is no way to track it.
Those powerful people and bureaucrats have fought for many centuries on the land of Holy Terra and have long known how to avoid risks and prevent others from catching them.
But what is certain is that there are many people who wish they were dead.
They do not want to change the power structure that has lasted for thousands of years, and do not want the era of Primarch rule to come.
In the past, the Regent made many compromises for the sake of the empire's situation and the Indomitable Crusade, but still allowed these people to hold power.
But the Primarch Savior was coming with such force that they had no choice but to take the risk.
Fortunately, with the victory celebration approaching, the two sides are still maintaining a situation of fighting but not breaking each other.
Ron was also being patient, preparing to deal with them after the champagne was opened.
What's more, Holy Terra has the most rigorous military defense system in the entire galaxy, and many of them are controlled by the top leaders of Terra.
The military force he had on the surface of Holy Terra was not enough to completely suppress the situation here and avoid large-scale chaos.
"grown ups?"
Seeing the Savior hesitate and his breathing become heavy, Dale asked carefully.
The special and charming fragrance even touched the Savior's face.
"good."
Ron nodded and accepted the invitation of the big white man. He also wanted to know what the other party wanted to do.
When Dale heard the savior's promise, the whiteness on her chest trembled even more violently, and she and her daughters all showed surprised smiles.
The reason why she was so eager was that she really wanted to seek the protection of the Primarch.
Although Empire won several battles, he was released from the ICU.
But many regions continued to suffer, and were even more difficult and unstable due to the heavy tithes caused by the Indomitable Crusade.
The territory of the merchant family where Dale was located was even more severely eroded by Chaos, and the military suffered heavy casualties.
The trading routes were also attacked by alien pirates.
The entire family has become weak and may be on the verge of decline.
She concealed this information as much as possible, not wanting her family to completely lose its glory and honor.
Become a second-rate existence.
In that case, they may suffer an even more tragic fate.
To maintain the family.
Dale had to seek shelter from a powerful being.
But there are not many people who can protect an ancient merchant family, and those who do would rather seize their family property.
She searched for a long time before she found the right person—the Primarch of Hope, the Savior.
That person is a legend in the empire, wealthy and generous enough, and also keen on business and trade, so he can bring help to the other party.
More importantly, I hope the Primarch has more human emotions and can accept some private transactions.
Instead of being like the legendary Primarch, who was not interested in women.
Some taboo materials even point out that the original body has been mentally castrated, has no interest in the same sex or the opposite sex, and cannot perform normal mating behavior.
Fortunately, Hope Primarch is special, and many people know this.
Of course, Dale also has his own plans.
She hopes to conceive with the Savior's bloodline for a deeper bond.
It was difficult for those genetically modified Primarchs to have offspring, but Dale was not worried about that.
She possesses an ancient technological relic from humanity's dark technological age.
As long as the Primarch could leave body fluids on her or her daughters, there would be a way to conceive with each other's bloodline.
Thinking of this, Dale looked at the savior with a more affectionate look.
That was the father of her outstanding offspring.
Her children would take the Primarch's surname and Chaos' family heritage, and then form a larger merchant dynasty.
Ron didn't notice this; psykers were always better at hiding their thoughts.
He received a secret message about the date.
But it's tomorrow night, and I have some things to deal with tonight.
Just now.
The Ers Tribunal has discovered the truth about the strange gaze and hopes that the Savior can come and deal with it personally.
The tone was quite serious.
After receiving the report, Ron left the party on the pretext of something and quickly rushed to the location mentioned in the intelligence.
…
City of Wishes.
The aristocratic area on the top floor of the hive city.
The buildings and decorations here are luxurious, but appear rather rotten and dry, with almost no plants to be seen.
There is no natural water in Holy Terra, and any plant is an extreme luxury, which even some nobles cannot afford.
After all, they couldn't ask the transport fleet stationed on Holy Terra to give them extra preferential treatment; that would require more power.
But that was only on Holy Terra.
Many of them have their own garden worlds in other galaxies, but they rarely go there.
No one wants to be away from the center of power for long.
That could cause you to lose everything.
Today, the residence of this high-ranking official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs has been investigated by the forces of the Ordo Urs, and forbidden objects related to the Primarch have been found in the secret room.
The women in the secret room were also arrested.
The people from the Imperial Inquisition were blocked outside and were cursing.
The bastards from the Ers Tribunal came to their doorstep to grab business, but they didn't dare to make any drastic moves.
After all, the Primarch of Hope is on Holy Terra.
"Lord Savior."
The people of the Imperial Inquisition made bitter faces and saluted respectfully, watching the Primarch of Hope walk into the mansion.
These inquisitors received the Primarch's casual instructions and had to guard the periphery and block the news.
Although they didn't know what the news was.
The Inquisitors wanted to resist a little, after all, they had a sacred mission and were only responsible to the great Emperor.
But they still backed down.
Because after offending the Primarch, the people above him might not be able to cover it up. What if the Grand Master gets beaten by the Primarch as a result?
Even if you hit him, it will be in vain.
In the secret room, a bureaucratic lady, dressed so coolly that she had almost nothing on, was tied up. She seemed to be a follower of some sect.
When the bureaucrat lady saw the original body coming, she became even more nervous and lowered her head.
Her body trembled even more violently.
"What did you find?"
Ron asked his Inquisitor directly, suspecting that there might be a corrupt altar or activity related to Slaanesh here.
But before he got a reply, he received a huge shock.
"Hiss~ What is this?!"
Ron closed his eyes in agony: "Damn it! My reputation is ruined in an instant!"
On the wall of the secret room, there is a huge relief portrait.
It was so sacred, with flying angels, the imperial cross and holy inscriptions.
There is also the heroic presence of the Primarch of Hope.
The only abrupt thing is that the heroic figure is a bit explosive, and it is a 3D high-definition version of the horseless original body, a damaged, beautiful, strong and miserable version.
The big guy is clearly visible.
Ron was numb.
He seemed to understand a little about the strange gazes he had encountered before. No wonder he felt like he was being seen naked.
Isn't this the scene where he was tortured by the Lord of Pleasure before? It seems that it was broadcast live to the Empire and the Galaxy in some form.
This has spread to Holy Terra, so it can't be spread throughout the entire galaxy, right?
"grown ups..."
The judge didn't dare to look at the blasphemous scene, and said tremblingly: "We found blasphemous items related to you in this secret room.
Not only here, similar things have been found in several other places.
According to the intelligence obtained from the interrogation, these blasphemous things have spread widely, possibly involving multiple territories in the galaxy..."
alright.
Ron's heart finally settled.
He had been in the war zone before and didn't pay much attention to this matter.
Anyway, it's just a brief scene, and only some powerful psychics or high-level beings will accidentally come into contact with it, so it shouldn't be a big problem.
Unexpectedly, these images were circulated and further exaggerated and beautified, becoming popular among many people of the opposite sex.
Collect secretly.
In other words, countless people across the galaxy have admired the powerful and unadorned portrait of the Great Primarch, the Savior.
Many ladies can see themselves through perspective.
What's even more terrifying is.
Some of these groups also secretly formed sects, forming a special belief based on the worship of the Primarch and his portraits.
It even spread to the outside world, forming legends and universal beliefs.
"Is it about my faith that spreads so quickly?"
Ron looked at the crucifixion of the Savior in his hand and frowned slightly.
The statue is not as explosive as the portrait, but it is an image of his own suffering, appearing sacred and compassionate.
According to intelligence, there is a legend about the Crucifixion 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. Instead, he defeated the evil female demon and protected countless lives.
By worshipping these crucifixion statues of the Savior, one can obtain the protection of that being, especially children and women.
In addition to providing protection and safety, it also has effects similar to beautifying the skin, helping children and protecting the fetus.
Therefore, many citizens of the empire would worship or have their children wear images of the Savior's suffering.
"This effect is quite complicated..."
Ron was speechless.
But it is also understandable that only when it is fully functional, simple and down-to-earth can it spread quickly among the people. If it is too high-end, it will be difficult to spread.
In fact, this is also a pleasant surprise.
He had also planned to spread his beliefs throughout the empire.
Now that we have a faith foundation, it will be easier to promote it.
Ron looked at the explosive relief portrait on the wall again, but the matter of the portrait and the secret sect was difficult to deal with.
He hesitated whether to label it as heresy and blasphemy and ban and raid it completely.
But after thinking about it, I gave up.
There's no way, this thing has spread too widely.
A real full-scale hunt.
The Naes Tribunal would really have to sneak into the boudoirs of noble ladies and young ladies every day, which would have a rather bad impact.
After all, those who can get these are basically aristocratic or bureaucratic families.
And it's hard to catch clean.
They are just some portraits, much better than the rumors about the emperor selling ditches.
Ron felt a little more balanced when he thought of this.
What's more, he didn't detect any chaotic aura, and the faith and joy generated by it seemed to have been absorbed by the dark side of the little sun.
Is this considered to be stealing food from the Lord of Pleasure to some extent?
According to this line of thinking, it may be a good thing.
Rather than letting these nobles party and be corrupted, it would be more positive to look at their own portraits.
"Let's withdraw and forget about this matter."
Ron ordered the Inquisitor to remove the mechanical shackles from the bureaucrat, and then left with her.
The bureaucratic lady dared to look up after a while.
She looked at the savior's departing back and felt an inexplicable impulse in her heart.
As a member of the Order of Redemption's Joy.
How she wished she could call out to that being and ask him to leave his emblem on the portrait of the Savior's Passion.
But she didn't dare to do so, and just kept the image of the savior firmly in her mind.
These impressions can create more and more wonderful paintings of the Passion of the Savior.
Not long after.
The bureaucratic lady then sealed the secret room again and secretly took out some instruments that could please herself.
She walked up to the image of the Savior's Passion and activated...
Then, the cult member experienced unimaginable pleasure.
Those members of the esoteric sect believed that such special, unnatural gifts could not be produced by ordinary communication.
This joyful belief gathers in some form on the dark side of the sun of hope.
——
The Gate of Eternity.
This huge square, large enough to accommodate many legions, was bustling with activity as relevant departments were preparing the venue for the victory celebration.
But soon new departments joined.
The ceremony preparation department of the Imperial Regent and Primarch of Hope arrived and forcefully took over all related matters.
Expelled irrelevant people, etc.
This made Holy Terra, which was already undercurrent, even more nervous.
In an unknown corner, the Savior's ceremony preparation department has set up more secret mechanical facilities.
The airspace over Holy Terra is gradually becoming crowded.
Nobles, commanders, and governors from all over the empire came one after another, hoping to participate in this grand ceremony unprecedented in the history of the empire.
Some ships also have special cargo hidden inside.
at the same time.
Inside the bedroom of a luxurious merchant spaceship.
Ron woke up from the soft big bed, surrounded by the merchant queen Dale and her daughters.
They had friendly exchanges last night and reached a number of cooperation agreements.
This is also a valuable trading force for the Savior's territory, which can better supplement the scarce transportation capacity.
After Ron comforted this close ally, he pulled up his pants and left.
I warned myself more and more in my heart to restrain myself.
He was somewhat aware that some of the Lord of Joy's soul power still had an impact on him.
Make yourself more indulgent.
Perhaps this is His purpose, to cause His own downfall and corruption.
Fortunately, everything is still under control.
Dale also achieved his goal.
She looked at the departing savior with gentle eyes.
Then, she gently stroked her belly, faintly emitting a hint of maternal glow.
With the help of that ancient relic from the dark age of technology, she will have a noble offspring.
I hope so