Dale didn't know.
Her subconscious actions had long been detected by the Savior's psychic consciousness.
"It was a deal, but that woman has bad intentions..."
Ron walked out of the luxurious bedroom and sighed slightly.
It was originally a political alliance formed by using sex to form subordinate relationships, but unexpectedly, the merchant queen wanted to be the mother of his own child.
Then you can't blame yourself.
The Primarch's status is so noble that he naturally possesses the top political status unless he betrays the Empire.
Anyone or anything related to it will have unimaginable benefits.
Simply put, the Primarch is a combination of faith, power and force.
Even if you wake up with nothing, you will have great power as long as you return to the empire.
Those descendants of the chapter who used the genes of the Primarch would naturally obey under the guidance of their bloodline, and would be welcomed and worshipped by the people of the Empire wherever they went.
Return to the center of power.
There are countless dignitaries and bureaucrats in the Empire who hope to gain the favor of the Primarch and gain benefits from it.
Even a beggar on the street, if recognized by the Primarch, has the opportunity to leap to a position above trillions of people.
For example, the savior has the power to appoint anyone as the manager of the planet, or to reward a planet or even a garden world to anyone as private property.
It depends on whether he is willing.
Substitute it in.
You are strolling down the street one day.
Suddenly, a giant golden man descends from the sky and says to you, "Boy, you are very talented. I am willing to adopt you as my son.
From now on, this planet beneath your feet will be your private property."
Then, you will be given the Primarch's insignia, and will be stationed in the Governor's Palace under the protection of the Emperor's Angels, holding the supreme power of the planet.
You got everything you dreamed of.
Even if you don't know anything, you can learn slowly. The political elites and powerful guards around you can help you rule this planet well.
Those planetary nobles and bureaucrats bow down to you, and countless women hope to climb into your bed.
All this is simply because the Primarch favors you.
However, the truth is even more exaggerated.
As the territory continues to expand.
Many lower nest civilians who previously had insufficient food to eat and were worse than slaves have now followed the Savior and grown into beings that rule over several galaxies.
They are not much more powerful than the other trillions of humans, and there are many more talented people.
But these people were lucky enough to gain the trust of the Savior and were given unimaginable resources and training.
Naturally, you will soar to the top.
If Dale of the Chaos family could conceive the Primarch's child, the benefits would be even more terrifying.
That's enough profit to drive people crazy.
She doesn't have to do anything but give birth to the child to have an excellent offspring.
That descendant inherited the Primarch's genes and was destined to become a powerful warrior, and could even develop a powerful Space Marine Legion.
Even if that doesn't work, they can still use their status as Primarch's bloodline to seize a lot of power in the Empire or the Savior's territory.
Of course, this matter is not that simple.
But those families that have developed over many centuries know how to use the Primarch's bloodline to achieve their own goals without angering the Primarch.
Dale studied the savior's character and decided to lead the family to completely rely on the other party after the child was born.
Taking orders from the One who exists for everything, including herself.
She just needs to play the role of a mother, raise the child well, and build a deep relationship with him.
In the future, you will naturally get everything you want.
Ron himself knew this very well, because there had been too many beautiful women who wanted to be his mother.
The Primarch is the product of genetic technology, and it is indeed not easy for him to have offspring.
But that is not absolute.
The old Chinese medicine doctor Fabius was able to use the genes of the Primarch to clone a complete Primarch. Naturally, there are many technologies or relics in the galaxy that can achieve this goal.
If those guys get their hands on my body fluids, it's possible they could actually create offspring of my own bloodline.
What would I do then? Would I kill my own bloodline, my own descendants, a baby?
That was a difficult decision. With his personality, he couldn't do such a thing. He could only accept it and deal with the follow-up matters.
Unfortunately, Dale's attempt to eat the peach was doomed to fail.
Because Ron chose to take precautions before it happens, he used his weak psychic energy to completely destroy any genetic fluid the moment it left the body.
Its genetic structure is completely destroyed.
This is similar to what some celebrities and wealthy people in his previous life did who always carried chili sauce with them.
In order to not leave any offspring, those guys would pay exorbitant compensation and pour hot pepper sauce into their body fluids after the fact.
Prevent body fluids from re-entering the body in any form.
There were even cases where, after the incident, those who wanted to leave offspring secretly poured body fluids mixed with chili sauce into the body, causing people to scream and call 120.
Judging from the current situation, Ron does not want to leave any bloodline offspring.
That would be too risky.
Because bloodline descendants will naturally share power and are uncontrollable, not to mention the existence of the corrupt Chaos God in this world.
Even the emperor could not avoid such risks, and thus learned a painful lesson.
He is a typical negative example.
Those twenty Primarchs' descendants were indeed powerful and provided a great boost to his power.
But those primarchs all had their own unique views, forming several small groups that disliked each other and even caused many conflicts.
The Primarchs had their own ideals and pursuits, which conflicted with the Emperor's ideas, causing them to hate their father one after another.
In the end, he betrayed the Emperor under the instigation of the Chaos God.
It can be said to be a great filial piety.
I don't know whether the Emperor, who is now sitting in the golden toilet, regrets creating these Primarchs, or regrets that he did not guide them well.
Ron felt that the Emperor regretted it, especially after seeing the horrible appearance of the fallen Primarch.
The once beloved Primarch, the Fallen Phoenix Fulgrim, almost made the old man faint with anger.
Throughout history, emperors, rulers, and high-ranking powerful families have always seen scenes of fathers and sons killing each other.
All we can say is that resistance to patriarchy is eternal.
He does not have the confidence to train a qualified successor yet, and he does not need to.
Because you yourself are an eternal being.
Moreover, he had too many grudges with the Four Chaos Gods, and they were most likely watching him, looking for flaws.
If he really had children, he would probably be targeted and corrupted.
After all, it is much easier to corrupt a young child than a strong-willed adult Primarch.
Ron could imagine what would happen if he had a bloodline heir.
beginning:
My child, when you were born, the entire Holy Land of Ers was whispering your name.
I watch with pride as you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice.
You must remember that we have always ruled this vast territory with kindness and wisdom.
I also believe that you will use your power prudently, treat countless people with kindness, and save them from suffering.
Become a new legend.
develop:
The descendants of the savior grew up day by day and had their own army and power.
He often felt confused, did not understand what his father did, and longed for more fame and fortune.
Even more worrying is that he finds his father is gradually losing his humanity.
Some voices were whispering, telling him that his father, the savior, had deceived everyone and wanted to ascend to the throne of God with the souls of countless people.
It's time for him to do something for this prosperous territory and for the future of mankind.
Or maybe that is my innate mission...
ending:
Father, I never wanted this, never wanted to unleash my legions.
Together we once drove away the darkness of the old night of ignorance and established a prosperous territory, but you deceived me and deceived all of us.
You secretly stole the power of the gods and lied to your son.
Humanity does not need a high god. The future will be destroyed by your ruthless divinity.
If your demise is the only option for humanity's prosperity, then I have no choice but to do this... to punish you!
Even if it means spreading the flames of war from the sky to the edge of the galaxy, causing the oceans to boil and the stars to fall, even if it means draining my last drop of blood.
I will release humanity in the blazing fire of the galaxy, and with your death I will usher in prosperity!
"We can't let the galaxy burn again. No matter how strong humanity is, it can't withstand this..."
Ron felt a little upset when he thought about this. This was entirely possible.
What's more, the power of the Four Chaos Gods is much stronger than before, and they also have operational experience.
They have enough time and patience to cultivate an enhanced version of Horus in the galaxy.
If possible, try not to give them a chance.
He also didn't want any of his bloodline descendants to run up to him one day and shout, "Old Dengna, come and kill me!"
Perhaps one day when the galaxy is pacified, I can learn from the Emperor, raise a few descendants, and fight for me outside the galaxy.
Defend against the Great Devourer and conquer the universe.
Then I can retire happily, travel around the universe, and enjoy the endless wonders of this world.
That was a long, long time in the future, and it was not certain whether he could survive this galactic disaster.
Let's deal with the galactic issues first and protect the future of mankind.
Ron thought of something and took out his badge.
The dark gold emblem flew backwards under the control of psychic power, passed through the dormitory door and landed in front of Dale.
He held no ill will towards the merchant queen.
This emblem is also a kind of protection, representing that there will be more cooperation between the Savior's Territory and her merchant family.
"Lord Savior..."
Dale was more and more surprised, holding the savior's emblem tightly against her heart.
She thought it was the Primarch's promise, and perhaps her child would receive more love.
Little did he know that it was just some kind of compensation from the savior for his ruthlessness towards himself.
Maybe one day in the future, she will be able to obtain all of that...
——
Bang bang bang——
Armor-piercing bombs roared.
The Thunder Guard Champions unleashed a merciless saturation attack, completely destroying a mechanically enhanced human.
Transform it into a flaming mixture of ceramic and steel.
That was the assassin who attempted to attack the Primarch.
Ron stood in the middle of a street in the port, looking at the burning flames coldly, without any surprise.
"How many times has this happened?"
He couldn't come up with the right answer. There had been too many assassinations, both overt and covert.
The empire's dignitaries and bureaucrats are proficient in this.
"All that glitters is rotten inside. Never doubt this most dangerous world in the galaxy. Even a second can be fatal!"
"Traveler" Turin, Wolf Blade of the Belisarius family, once commented on Holy Terra in this way.
This throne world is where the Empire's elite are most concentrated.
They are the most ruthless, lawless, and power-hungry ambitious people selected from hundreds of millions of civilized worlds.
Those guys want to realize their ambitions here, and no one can stop them, not even their closest relatives if necessary.
The center of power is always full of killing.
This is the center of power in the entire galaxy, where too many conspiracies and killings are taking place, and fratricide between fathers and sons is just the norm.
Today, Holy Terra harbors too much ill will towards itself.
He must be careful and take precautions.
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Those assassins may possess some relic technology that can penetrate psychic barriers and inflict fatal damage on themselves.
Ron had suffered many assassination attempts before, but the current assassination attempts were too frequent.
"Are you treating me like a boss?"
He felt helpless because this was not his territory.
With the tacit approval of many forces, it is difficult to find the murderer behind the scenes.
Fortunately, those guys will pay the price for their actions soon.
Ron sighed slightly and walked towards the space elevator under the protection of the Thunder Guard Champion.
Suddenly, he stopped.
The Thunder Guard Champion detected something and reacted immediately. The personal shield guard immediately lit up the shield to protect the Primarch.
Others raised their weapons and pointed them at the area where the threat was coming from.
"Savior, we have no ill intentions..."
Two figures with white wings landed on the ground and spoke in unison.
They are the twin holy attendants of the living saint, the silver-haired angel.
They have beautiful faces, like holy angel maids, and the bloodstains on their white soft armor make them even more beautiful.
One of the holy servants was holding a dead agent wearing a virtual camouflage suit.
The holy attendant dropped the agent's body on the ground and said in a voice as sweet as an oriole, "We discovered an assassin who intended to harm you and have already dealt with him for you."
Ron nodded and smiled gently. "Thank you very much. If you need help in the future, please come to me."
He had saved the silver-haired angel and relieved the pain in her soul with the energy of the little sun.
Although there were not many contacts afterwards, that person should be considered as his ally.
When friends come, we have good wine; when jackals come, we have hunting rifles.
We should show kindness to our own people.
The twin holy attendants looked at each other and said respectfully, "Our master would like to invite you to her residence..."
Ron was quite surprised by the invitation.
In my impression, the silver-haired angel, as a living saint worshipped by the empire, has a rather aloof attitude.
Apart from participating in battles, she hardly communicates with others.
"Perhaps you have some important information to tell me?"
Ron thought so.
The silver-haired angel is loyal to the empire itself. She probably can't stand the current situation anymore and wants to participate in this struggle.
She might become a true ally.
Of course, all the major departments and forces in the empire now claim to be loyal to the empire, but their forms of loyalty are different.
Some follow the ideals left by the Emperor and Malcador.
Hopefully, humans will take control of Imperial power, rather than handing it over to genetically engineered warriors.
That was the purpose of the Emperor establishing this political system.
Mortals exercise power in various departments of Holy Terra to govern the Empire, while the Space Marines, led by the Primarch, fight outside to expand the territory and eliminate the enemies of humanity.
This was also one of the reasons why the Primarchs rebelled.
After the Great Crusade, they were bound by too many constraints and had to obey the orders of mortals.
Even if they think the schedule is unreasonable.
Therefore, the Cricket Emperor treated the Primarch's children as tools to be discarded after their use was done.
Even Guilliman himself was in a state of depression for a long time after waking up.
I guess when he established the Second Empire, he felt secretly happy in his heart because he had finally broken free from the constraints of the emperor.
Later, when he heard that the old man was still alive, he panicked completely and ran to rescue him.
However, the situation in the empire later changed and it entered a period of decadence.
The people needed the Primarchs to keep the Imperium alive.
Therefore, after Guilliman returned, he was able to successfully ascend to the position of Regent of the Empire.
However, many people only obeyed temporarily, but still held their previous views in their hearts and did not want the Primarch to rule over mankind.
Therefore, after Empire came out of the ICU, those beings became active again.
Especially if you want to reform yourself.
Those people are even more reluctant to give up the power in their hands.
In fact, Ron could understand it.
Because his reforms were to make the empire fit in with the savior's territory and to integrate all departments and forces, rather than making them a loose mess.
In their view, this is a relatively extreme centralized measure.
In fact, his ultimate goal was centralization, with himself as the savior having the final say in the empire. It was normal to have resistance in the process.
Given the current situation, such reforms must be carried out.
Because centralized rule can best inspire the power of an ethnic group.
For example, the mustache before allowed Germany to burst out with amazing energy in poverty, but it was a bit too extreme.
Even America, which was known as a democracy in the past, had wartime presidents.
In times of crisis, there must be someone to make the final decision and gather all the forces together.
Rather than struggling under the entanglement of interests.
Today's empires are in a situation of mutual struggle.
Even within the more peaceful pseudo-academic organization, the Mechanicus, two Forge Worlds would fight for a certain unearthed relic.
The same is true for state religions, where disputes over doctrines are even more bloody.
Ron has his own ambitions and hopes to end it all.
The Empire has only one sun.
In the past, mankind had the Emperor as its leader, and now it has him as its savior. Humanity has a bright future.
Of course, he couldn't expose such ambitions openly.
Now the forces of the Empire still appear to respect this Primarch of Hope.
But if he dared to say, "I want to be the emperor of mankind," the eighteen princes might all come to Holy Terra to fight for his country.
Even Guilliman would have objected to this decision.
If Lao Ji takes out his power sword and says, "My sword is not at all disadvantageous," then it will be fun.
In this case, Ron will not completely change the political system, nor will he directly declare rule.
It's a subtle influence.
The most effective measure is to launch a coup in the name of the Emperor, kill a group of people, force some high lords to retire, and replace them with new ones.
Then transform Holy Terra, reform the management model, and use the Mechanical Goddess's network to assist the empire's inefficient human resource management.
Place as many of your own people as possible into Holy Terra, and at the same time promote this model to more territories.
After that, it's just a matter of waiting for time to take effect.
Several generations later, Holy Terra had more of his own people serving as senior officials, and he, the savior, not only mastered management tools but also gained supreme prestige.
Naturally, he could rule the entire empire.
That's what everyone expects.
Of course, you can also learn from Horus, let the galaxy burn, rush to Holy Terra and shoot all those who oppose you.
But that's not cost-effective.
The empire's territory is too vast, and the top leaders of Holy Terra all have their own forces, territories, and countless civilized worlds.
They don't obey the rule, and we can't kill them one by one. It will take a long time.
It will only make Chaos and Alien open champagne.
In short, the goal is to make more allies and fewer enemies.
Build high walls, store up food, and slowly become king.
That silver-haired angel is a good ally.
Tomorrow is the day of the victory celebration. No one knows what kind of conflict it will cause, so it would be nice to have an extra ally.
Ron accepted the invitation of the Gemini Holy Attendants and went to the sanctuary of the Silver-haired Angel.
…
Sanctuary of the Living Saint.
Ron followed the Twin Holy Attendants through the hall lined with angel statues, and then through a long corridor before finally arriving at their destination.
The twin holy attendants turned around and saluted, a hint of white could be seen: "Sir, the master is waiting for you inside."
"Is this a private bedroom?"
Ron was quite confused, as if he was going to the bedroom of the holy angel.
It felt exactly the same as yesterday when we went to the Merchant Queen's spaceship, with the same three people.
"Your master, are you ready to meet me here?"
Ron asked curiously, but received a strange look from the Twin Saints.
"That look…"
He felt vaguely familiar, as if he was being seen through.
My goodness, isn't that the same as the ladies and young ladies before? Have they also seen those blasphemous statues of the Savior's suffering?
Or did the holy angel also see it?
Ron was numb.
I'm afraid this is not a serious meeting.
But he immediately reacted: "Oh no, the remaining power of Slaanesh is affecting me again!"
She is a holy angel of the empire, how could I have such blasphemous thoughts?
That's too heretical.
Ron suppressed the restlessness in his heart.
He regained his composure and calmness, and entered the form of a sage.
Then, following the twin holy attendants, he entered the private bedroom filled with holy fragrance