Everything is different from the past.
The Imperial double-headed eagle is slowly replacing the Wotan Alliance.
The glory and power of the old nobility have been despised by the people.
Those who support the Sorian system live in the past and stubbornly believe that they are defending their country.
But I see it differently.
Regardless of the philosophy, political system, or actions, their original intention should be to pursue people's happiness.
Even if words like defending the country are used a hundred times to whitewash the actions of those people, it cannot conceal the fact that the top and bottom of the Wotan Alliance have been torn apart.
No matter how noble the purpose or dream of a regime is, no matter how great the achievements or feats it has accomplished.
As long as it deviates from its original path and no longer stands on the side of the general public, this regime should be eliminated.
The failure of the Wotan League was not simply due to the strength of the empire.
More importantly, countless planets and countless people have become disloyal and no longer believe in the beauty that the Wotan Alliance once preached.
The diehards manipulate public opinion and, in the name of defending their country, deceive and trick the ignorant lower classes into committing suicide.
However, the seeds of crisis have been deeply planted.
Even if it could survive the battle to defend the Sorian galaxy, it was doomed to not be able to continue.
Some would call me a traitor.
But I think I'm on the right track.
Every member of the Patin family will not go against their ancestral teachings.
From the moment they stepped out of the galaxy, the first member of the House of Paddin took an oath.
We will do everything we can to protect the survival of human civilization.
Honor or disgrace is not important, only fulfilling one's duties is important.
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Patin followed the warriors along the corridors lined with statues.
When passing by those heavily armored giants, Patin felt tremendous pressure.
It was like walking past those fierce beasts, and the fear of death involuntarily emerged in my heart.
It's like walking across a single-plank bridge between more than 300-story buildings at night, fearing that one would be swallowed by the endless darkness if one is not careful, and one can't help but tremble.
Paddin felt confused.
What kind of existence could create these warriors who are so powerful that they are like gods
While in the Sorian system, he had seen the holographic images of these warriors in combat with his own eyes.
These giant warriors are like the killing gods of hell who came into this world as humans.
They are giant beasts in mythology, bulky and huge, with muscular bodies, and exuding a murderous aura.
When they let out their war cries, it was as if the gods of war passed down by word of mouth were roaring, making the enemy tremble with fear.
Paddin was in awe of the strength of these giant warriors.
I am also curious about the holy emperor these giant warriors serve.
What kind of reputation and courage is needed to make these god-like warriors offer their loyalty.
Moving along the corridor, Paddin was intimidated by the size of the Imperial warship.
They are like a planet.
There are a large number of factories and residential areas.
Patin used trains, gunboats and other means of transportation along the way.
But it still took a lot of time to reach the destination.
The final journey was an interior corridor with no windows to the outside.
Led by the Primaris warriors, Paddin walked through this corridor that mixed technology and faith.
Priceless golden sculptures hold aloft torches and braziers.
Holographic projections flickered and spun on both sides of the corridor.
A flying metal baby robot holds burning incense.
The mechanical priest took scented oil and smeared the surface of the force field machinery, praying for the protection of the machine spirit.
The Empire's technology is powerful enough to create black holes and destroy stars.
However, they used braziers for lighting inside the battleship, believing that the inside of the machine had its own soul.
Advanced and stupid.
Technology and religion.
These things, which should not have been put together, were strangely combined into one on the imperial warship.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Padin would never have dared to imagine such a mixture of contradictions.
Perhaps it is precisely this kind of weirdness that allows the empire to survive in the terrifying galaxy.
Paddin was eventually led into a huge vaulted hall.
This place is very large, like a super square, surrounded by statues of the eight primarchs, and in the middle are statues of the Holy Emperor and the Great Emperor.
The statue stands in the hall, supporting the circular vault.
It means that they support hope and future for mankind, and build a barrier against endless darkness and terror.
There were many people in the hall. They were wearing imperial robes with golden double-headed eagles on them, and they had more or less mechanical parts on their bodies.
Above their heads, flying baby angels and servo skulls make humming sounds.
The floor is covered with carefully woven and intricately designed rugs.
An information window is suspended in the air in the hall.
People click and write on the information window floating in front of them, and then the window automatically floats to the next person to handle the program.
The cold faces of the heroes in the ancient murals and paintings hanging on the walls and pillars gazed at the crowd.
The hall was enormous; Pattin estimated that it was as big as seven or eight football fields combined.
People were busy in it, walking back and forth, or ordering servoskulls and angels to deliver documents.
The Primaris warrior led Paddin through the crowd and came to the door on the side of the hall.
After confirming his identity, the door was opened.
He walked in.
It was a circular room with a high ceiling.
The room was dimly lit by braziers hanging from the walls and lumen lamps on the ceiling.
A huge holographic projector was suspended in the center of the room.
It rotated slowly, and the beams of light that made up its image appeared very bright in the dim environment.
Several warriors in heavy armor and imperial men in officer uniforms surrounded the projector, the faint light reflected on their stern faces.
They looked at Paddin who came in, and the seriousness in his eyes made him feel a lot of psychological pressure.
"My name is Marog, the Chapter Master of the Explorers. Mr. Paddin, you said you were a member of the Sorian Parliament?" A warrior wearing heavy armor walked in front of Paddin.
"Yes, I used to be a member of the Sorian Parliament." Padin tried to stand up straight and act neither humble nor arrogant.
"They are voting to launch an extinction strike. I hope the intelligence you provide is substantial." Marog said, "Otherwise, we will only be able to face the ruins of the Sorian galaxy."
"You are going to slaughter our long-separated compatriots." Padin said calmly, "Please consider it carefully."
"We killed one person and saved tens of millions. We have to bear the responsibility for that." Andy interrupted the sermon and said, "Holy Emperor, we can't waste too much time here. It's not just the Andromeda Nebula that needs to be saved by the Empire. The entire universe will be illuminated by the glory of our Emperor. The resistance of Sorian has lost the chance to be redeemed. Only destruction awaits them."
Councillor Padin frowned slightly when he heard what the other party said.
He scanned the men.
There was confidence and calm on the faces of these imperial people.
It seemed that the words of the female imperial commander were their consensus.
Arrogant to the extreme.
Patin commented on them.
Even their ancestors did not dare to claim to rule the universe.
I really don’t know whether it is right or wrong to choose to assist the empire.
If it wasn't for the desire to avoid the tragic deaths of so many innocent people in the Sorian galaxy, he would definitely have turned around and left.
If you associate with crazy people, you will fall into the abyss.
This is the ancestral motto of the Patin family.
The empire's arrogance and ambition will eventually backfire on itself.
How far can this empire go with such a warlike attitude
Padin took a deep breath and tried not to refute the other party's crazy words.
"It is very likely that the defenders of the Sorian system are no longer controlled by the Wotan Alliance, but by the Abominable Intelligence."
"Go on," said Marog.
"Before the war broke out, Usal, the Chosen One responsible for defending the Sorian Galaxy, ordered some pro-peace forces to take the elderly, weak, women and children away. However, not long after the war broke out, the ships that were originally planned to send the elderly, weak, women and children away did not continue to set sail. The top leaders of the Wotan Alliance not only stopped the plan, but also used the elderly, weak, women and children as human bombs."
"I tried to contact the Chosen One, Usal, several times, but I found that his reply was extremely strange. Even when I said the code we agreed on before, he remained indifferent. This is why the defenders of the Sorian galaxy are so crazy. They have been deceived. The intelligent machines are using all means to make humans kill each other."
"Is this why you chose to help the Empire?" Marog said, "Because you suspected that the Omnics had replaced the top leaders of the Wotan Alliance."
"I can't just sit there and watch so many people die," Pattin said. "It's our family's belief to protect the people."
"It doesn't matter who is in power between the Omnics and the Wotan Alliance. The problem is that we must take over the Sorian system as soon as possible. Senator Padin, if you can provide some important information, the Empire will not forget your contribution." A chapter leader said, "If not, then you can only leave."
"I know a way to sneak into the capital planet. If it goes well, you can end this war within a few days." Padin said.
As soon as these words came out, Marog, Andy, Seth and others looked at each other.
Even if an extinction strike is used, it will probably take a long time to completely destroy the Sorian galaxy.
But if a decapitation operation could be carried out, the speed would be much faster.
"I have only one request. You are not allowed to launch any form of massacre." Patin said, "If you swear in the name of the Holy Emperor of your empire, I will help you enter the capital planet."
Paddin stared at the Imperial commanders.
No Imperial would break an oath sworn to the Holy Emperor.
Even if it costs their lives, they will do their best.
Patin's conditions were eventually accepted.
The price was that he had to tell the think tank and the mechanical sage how to enter the capital planet under the supervision of the think tank and the mechanical sage.
Under the dual protection of technology and psychic power, no lies can escape exposure.
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At the beginning of the Wotan Alliance, there was a group of people obsessed with the warp sorcery, who believed that everything in the world could be understood.
The reason why we cannot understand it is simply that human technology is not advanced enough and our knowledge is not enough.
As long as technology is advanced enough and knowledge is sufficient, humans can master everything.
With this mentality, they conducted in-depth research on the subspace.
The group's final outcome was tragic.
Even if you are far away from the galaxy, it does not mean that the subspace is safe.
During the long-term research, the people in that team either went crazy or underwent serious mutations, and were eventually executed.
All records of them were wiped out.
Because the truth and knowledge involved are too dangerous.
Merely knowing can corrupt.
However, Patin's family kept a copy of this forbidden knowledge.
The team had a sad ending, but some of their achievements still survived.
Those people built a short, inferior imitation of the Webway from Terra to Mars in the Sorian system.
Failure is failure, but it left a path that can cross the stars.
That road is extremely secret and dangerous. Anyone who enters it will be lost and torn to pieces by the monsters hidden within.
However, this route can ignore the influence of the star's gravitational field on the subspace and can deliver a large-scale army directly to the capital planet.
After checking Paddin's soul several times.
Everyone confirmed that this message was not a deliberate bait.
That road is real.
"As long as we set up a curvature field projection device in the Sorian galaxy, we can directly open a road and land directly on the capital planet of the Wotan Alliance." Marog said: "This is a great opportunity. As long as we cut off the enemy's head, the limbs will soon lose vitality and be easily dismembered."
"Wouldn't it be too dangerous to go deep behind enemy lines?" said an Imperial commander. "The large-scale Wotan Alliance troops and the Abomination Omnics are not easy to deal with. Even soldiers who have completed the second upgrade of the Primaris are at great risk of being killed in the siege. More importantly, the Wotan Alliance has giant Omnics that can bite through time and space. Once they find the weakness of our road and bite it off, the Imperial army entering the Sorian system will be isolated and helpless."
"Every day we waste here means we will delay the expedition. According to the current war situation, it will take us at least one or two months to completely destroy the enemy's defense. If the enemy's support can keep up, this time may be extended by one or two times. Let the Flesh Tearers solve this task. We will tear through their defense."
"You will most likely be wiped out!" Andy warned. "We should tear them apart with absolute firepower."
"The Primaris are the strongest ground forces of the Empire, and the Flesh Tearers are the best among them. We can complete the decapitation mission. An extermination attack is not only a waste of time, but it may also cause resentment among the people of the Wotan Alliance who have surrendered to the Empire. A decapitation raid is the best way to end this protracted war."
"In the name of the Holy Emperor, we want to bring salvation to this galaxy. Even if those people stand on the opposite side of us, we should do our best to redeem them."
Seth stuck to his guns.
No one could say anything to refuse, and finally decided that Seth would lead the Flesh Tearers to launch a raid using the secret subspace road, establish a beacon, and destroy the space-time barrier.
As long as the gap is opened, the Empire's large troops can use teleportation to continuously enter the capital planet of the Wotan Alliance.
ps: The recent update is so bad, I am working hard to strive for another 10,000 a day update