Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 469 Ministry of the Interior: Oh no, the Empire seems to be more comfortable without us!
"Brother, Holy Terra is where father's palace is located!"

The Imperial Regent Guilliman became even more anxious when he heard the words of the savior.

Because he knew that the Savior could do such a thing, and the probability of success was very high.

Based on your understanding of the Savior.

This brother may have deployed some mysterious weapon or plan on Holy Terra.

What's even more frightening is that there's a high chance that I won't be able to stop him.

When Guilliman thought of this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He looked at the Savior, his lips trembling, and his voice became softer:
"This is not good. It's too extreme. Maybe we can have a good discussion and find a better way to deal with it."

Even the Imperial Regent was not so gentle when facing the Lion King or Horus.

That's also something that can't be helped.

The Savior was becoming more and more powerful, and he could neither stop him nor control Holy Terra.

I can only persuade him with kind words.

Guilliman felt a little guilty, thinking that perhaps he, as the Regent of the Empire, was more powerful and held more authority in the Empire.

The situation wouldn't have come to this point.

Those damn high lords actually wanted to force their brothers to be against the empire!

He was very tired inside and was even thinking about the Second Empire.

It doesn't seem like a bad idea to create a new empire with your brothers?

The imperial regent is ready to make a move.

"You're right. I was a little impulsive."

Ron's tone softened: "Then let's discuss how to deal with the matter of Holy Terra."

He just said that, just taking advantage of a certain Mr. Lu's "house demolition theory."

When you want to open a skylight in the house, no one will allow it. But if you say you want to tear down the roof, then someone will be willing to compromise and agree to open the skylight.

With Holy Terra at a standstill, Guilliman hoped to abandon his coup reforms.

Then I can just say I want to blow up Holy Terra, and naturally I will get more opportunities to discuss.

Lao Ji has gone from persuading himself to give up to persuading himself not to blow up Holy Terra, and his psychological bottom line has taken a step back.

Ron did not persist in his plan to flatten Holy Terra.

That's not worth it. A bloodbath from top to bottom would be enough. He has decided to increase the scale of the "big birthday celebration".

"Okay, let's discuss it further."

Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little lost for some reason.

"Old Ji, you're not still thinking about your second empire, are you?"

Ron stared at him and smiled slightly, "You are disloyal. I will tell the Emperor later."

"You... don't talk nonsense. I had no choice at that time."

Although Guilliman knew that his brother was joking, he was still a little anxious. The strict old father had left too much of a shadow on the Primarch and his children.

After this little episode, the atmosphere between the two men eased.

But the crisis regarding the shutdown of Holy Terra is still a problem that must be solved.

"I've thought about it carefully. The impact of Holy Terra's shutdown may not be as terrible as I imagined."

Ron sat down and analyzed the current situation with the Imperial Regent.

Holy Terra has always been supreme in people's hearts, as if if this place falls into chaos, the empire will be destroyed.

After thinking rationally, he suddenly realized that the shutdown of Holy Terra did have an impact on the empire, but not much.

At least in the short term.

“Now that you have established the Indomitable Expeditionary Fleet, any enemy situation in important areas within the empire that the local fleet is unable to contain will be handled by the Indomitable Fleet.

Holy Terra, especially the Terran Court, is currently responsible for mostly administrative affairs to maintain the rule of the empire.

In simple terms, it is the management measures for each civilized world, the handling of traitors, or the calculation, collection, and allocation of tithes.”

Ron sent a data chart calculated by the Mechanical Goddess to the Imperial Regent: "This is certainly very important, but judging from the efficiency of Terra Court, it will make no difference whether it stops or not in the short term.

On the contrary, it is beneficial to some planets that are overwhelmed.

According to the calculated data, the suspension of Holy Terra for half a year will not have any impact on the empire."

Terra Ting processes information from some important areas at a fairly fast speed.

But most of this responsibility was taken over by the Indomitable Expeditionary Fleet and the local Internal Affairs Office, and as for the affairs of other vast territories, they were calculated in years.

It is normal for them to deal with it for ten or eight years, or even dozens or even hundreds of years.

Those civilized worlds might be better off without the blind command or heavy burdens of the Terran Court.

Not to mention, there are a large number of idle departments within the Terra Court, doing meaningless things and just busying themselves.

As long as I can reorganize Holy Terra within half a year, fully lay out the psychic network and improve efficiency.

That would be enough to handle matters delayed by the shutdown, and faster than would otherwise be possible.

Ron smiled and concluded:
"So, if they want to strike, let them strike. Maybe it will save some lives."

Ok……

The savior's words silenced the imperial regent.

He looked at the data table again and again and did not speak for a long time.

The imperial regent regretted his stupidity in his heart, and felt a little frustrated. If only he had thought of these things at the beginning, he would have been able to hold on a little longer.

Maybe more reforms can be implemented.

But that's hypothetical.

Without the endless computing power of the Mechanical Goddess, no one could truly calculate the accurate data and thus infer the scope of the impact of this incident.

This is the importance of digitized office work. There are many things that cannot be concluded by human brain alone.

The reason so many incredible things could happen in the empire was simply because of human power.

Many times the human brain gives wrong answers, or in ambiguous situations, it relies on feelings.

"Brother, go ahead. I support your decision."

Guilliman did not mention the matter of asking the Savior to give up. He left this sentence sullenly and went back to recuperate.

He suddenly felt that he, the regent of the empire, was unable to keep up with the times.

Moreover, the occasional cold and mandatory vacation during this period made the Primarch unusually relaxed.

Under the care of the Savior Big Sword team, he felt like he didn't want to leave.

Maybe it's time to unload some of the heavy burdens and hand them over to more suitable people.

Guilliman is not as attached to power as imagined, and does not want to become a man like the Emperor, just as he and the Lion chose Sanguinius to be the regent of the Second Empire.

He hoped to manage his own territory, the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar well.

After Ron finished discussing with the Imperial Regent, he blocked those high lords who were complaining.

Regardless, martial law will continue until all obstacles are cleared.

Afterwards, he announced this fact to Holy Terra, and stated that due to the destruction of the warehouse area and the water silo, from now on, he would be responsible for providing for the entire Throne World.

It will be the same in the future.

The merciful Savior will provide supplies regardless of cost until Holy Terra becomes a true paradise world.

"Our supplies will be provided first to those who are pure and loyal, especially those who stay at their posts!"

Ron said.

As for those guys who are on strike and engaging in confrontation, just leave them alone. They will all behave themselves after a few days.

They will go back to their posts crying and shouting.
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During the shutdown of Holy Terra, in a civilized world in the Solar Star Region.

The local governor was awaiting the arrival of the Tithe Tax Fleet.

"Emperor, that was a mistake!"

The governor, who had just taken over power from his deceased father, looked quite sad and angry.

His planet was originally quite wealthy, and the people could even eat wood chip bread, but for some reason, the Ministry of the Interior suddenly raised the tax level of the planet.

From the second special grade to the first superior grade.

Such heavy taxes overwhelmed my father, causing rebellion on the planet and putting it on the brink of destruction!

He plundered almost all of his resources to barely make up the tithe this time and pay his loyalty to the empire.

But after paying this tax, I am afraid that hundreds of millions of people will die.

"Governor, why hasn't the Empire's tax collection fleet arrived yet?"

After waiting for several days, the housekeeper became a little confused.

"This is impossible..."

The governor was even more puzzled because the empire had never had any delays in tax collection.

In fact, the time for taxation has long come.

However, due to the shutdown of Holy Terra, the sector did not receive accurate tax accounting data and did not dare to start the process.

In the absence of data, what if the amount is too little?

That would lead to an investigation by the court.

What's more, this matter is originally the problem of the Imperial Ministry of the Interior. As long as the accounting data is not received, it cannot be started.

In the end, the planetary governor gritted his teeth and distributed the tithe to his people.

Because if he continued like this, he might not live to see the arrival of the tax fleet. As for the unrest inside the planet, the empire would most likely not care.

Unless it is a complete heresy or alien invasion.

Many people cheered as the tithe was returned.

Not only this civilized world, many areas have survived because of the shutdown of Holy Terra.

……

Tailatin, the Economic Writing Office under the Ministry of the Interior.

The entire office was silent; even the servants and servo skulls shuttling through it came to a standstill.

"Why is the Primarch of Hope not panicking..."

The department head and secretary general sat in their offices, feeling a little confused.

He looked at the pile of documents on his desk and subconsciously wanted to deal with it, but then stopped.

It's a strike period now, and they can't do anything. They have to let the Primarch of Hope know the seriousness of this matter!
Then, for several days, that existence did not respond at all.

It seemed as if this matter fell on deaf ears.

Could it be that the Primarch of Hope, the Emperor's own son, really had given up on the Empire?
That's impossible.

How could this happen, Mr. General Ovileta, didn’t you say that everything was going as planned?

"Is there any good news..."

The secretary general looked at his deputy and said, "For example, there are a lot of riots in the empire. The high lords hope to see this news."

Those in opposition wanted to use the unrest in the Empire to put pressure on the Primarch of Hope.

The deputy frowned and shook his head: "Sir, we have not received any news about riots so far. The empire seems to remain peaceful."

"Our department has been shut down for so many days, is there no news?"

The Secretary General pounded the table angrily.

"I just received a message."

"Say it!"

“A joint report from several star regions in the Ultramarine, hoping that this war zone can be protected by more fleets.

Even if you have to pay a little more tithe, it's fine.

It is said that they have obtained a certain industrial technology from the Savior, and the momentum of development has been very strong recently..."

"shut up!"

The Secretary General closed his eyes in pain. He didn't want to hear this.

The bureaucrats of Holy Terra have always considered themselves vital to the Empire and shouldered the sacred mission of ensuring its continuation.

Without me, the empire would collapse.

However, his department had been shut down for so many days, but the Human Empire had no response at all.

It's like this never happened.

This made them feel empty in their hearts, and even a little panicked, as if their presence or absence was not important to the empire.

"Maybe it's because the time is not long enough."

The Secretary General comforted himself.

He looked at his adjutant and said, "Help me, let's go to the dormitory area and take a look."

This being has too many mechanical prostheses on his dry body, making his movements inflexible.

People are in a state of uncertainty nowadays.

He must maintain the unity of the department and fight against the Primarch of Hope who wants to take everything away.

"waste!"

The Secretary General staggered and almost fell, cursing angrily.

The adjutant tried to support the secretary-general's body and said nervously: "I'm sorry, sir, I don't have that much strength now."

He is a little hungry.

Now even the core departments of the Ministry of the Interior are short of supplies.

They also hoped that the Primarch would surrender sooner rather than later, thus ending the difficult strike actions of the Terran Court.

After many people have some free time, they suddenly find that their positions are not that important, and the Internal Affairs Department gradually takes over some of the work.

That made them even more panicked and they hoped to get back to their posts.

But some department managers stopped these actions and worked to maintain unity during the strike.

At the same time, he threatened that anyone who returned to their post would lose the supplies provided by the commander-in-chief and would just starve to death!
So they could only wait anxiously.

Not long after, the Secretary General arrived at the dormitory area of ​​the Economic Documentation Department.

He saw the sallow, thin, and somewhat sparse crowd and shouted angrily:
"How come so many people are missing? Did they all starve to death? Didn't the logistics department distribute basic survival kits?"

A clever ghost immediately reported it devoutly:

"Those guys have fled to the Internal Affairs Department. They say they are hiring people there, with a 12-hour workday, free food and lodging, and family allowances.

The honorary departments that have been awarded will also have a self-service barbecue gathering with unlimited meat supply..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and the crowd was also in an uproar: "But I think that's a lie. I will always be loyal to the Secretary-General!"

This clever fellow has followed the Secretary-General's family for generations and can be considered as his spy within the department.

Specializes in telling tales.

Snapped--

"waste!"

The Secretary General slapped the guy who had shaken the army's morale and muttered in disbelief:
"How did the Primarch of Hope have so many supplies? Didn't they say that their logistics transport fleet was attacked by alien pirates?!"

But what he didn't know was that those so-called "alien pirates" had already retreated in disgrace under the attack of the Mechanicus's Mechanical Ark.

Avoid total destruction.

Today, the Savior’s logistics transport fleet can travel unimpeded.

"Traitors, all traitors!"

When the Secretary-General learned that another government official had escaped in front of him, he angrily sent a patrol team to capture him.

However, after those people left, they never came back.

Because the Savior's newly established patrol team is recruiting people and has better armed equipment.

The patrol team did not dare to confront it, but chose to join it instead.

After all, the salary given by the Ministry of the Interior is just some corpse starch, they are not going to fight with the army of the Primarch of Hope for these.

Some people have already realized who is truly loyal to the Emperor.

The secretary general fainted and the crowd dispersed.

The deputy even used the excuse of handling some business to sneak towards the Internal Affairs Office.

……

Internal Affairs Department, administrative clerical department.

Nareson placed a statue of the Savior on his desk and calculated the relevant data skillfully.

With the help of data array.

She can get the answer she wants almost instantly, saving a lot of calculation and communication steps.

Work efficiency is many times faster than before.

"We have all wronged the Savior..."

Naresen still feels guilty for his misunderstanding.

Their department is lucky.

Due to being forgotten in the complicated procedures, he was removed from the Ministry of the Interior's sequence and did not participate in the strike.

With the help of the vast amount of information input into the data core, the Internal Affairs Department of the Internal Affairs Office found them in the crowded office more than ten kilometers underground in the hive city.

Incorporate it.

The Office of Internal Affairs currently needs these skilled accounting personnel.

Now, Naresen has found the meaning of his existence, which is to serve the Savior.

Her work is valuable.

I will calculate the data of the materials and then distribute it to the logistics personnel in each responsible area, and ask them to distribute the corresponding materials.

Countless residents were able to survive starvation.

For ordinary residents, the Savior's logistics personnel issued the minimum amount, just enough for survival.

But these people, born in a prosperous period, underestimated the sufferings of the empire.

Even the minimum supply package is much better than what the Empire has, and is enough to keep a family from starving to death.

According to calculations by the Office of Internal Affairs.

The supplies brought by the Savior Logistics Transport Fleet are enough for the people of Holy Terra to use for several years.

But that is how Holy Terra calculates.

Judging from the Savior's territory, it can only be used for one year.

Then, the Savior's order was calculated based on half a year.

After all, this is a special period, and those pure and loyal government officials have worked so hard, and they must be rewarded.

How could the civil servants of Holy Terra be so much worse than the people of Estin?

This also has the meaning of winning people's hearts, and all benefits must be provided sufficiently.

hum~
Nareson couldn't help but shudder when he heard the friction sound of the servoskull running, and straightened his back.

That is subconscious fear.

Even though the working environment has changed now, the servoskull has no monitoring function.

The Servo Skull clumsily placed a cup of coffee and pastries on Nareson's desk.

The legendary afternoon tea is considered a welfare benefit for the core departments of the Internal Affairs Office.

Naresen took a sip and felt the silkiness and milky aroma, with a vague feeling of happiness.

She drinks premium coffee.

The Savior Territory would like to provide inferior Reka coffee, but unfortunately it does not have such a production line.

What's more, all the agricultural worlds of the Saviors use agricultural technology from the Golden Age, and the crops produced are basically not of poor quality or pollution.

Naresen couldn't imagine such a life, it was like a dream.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure and froze in a daze: "Save...Savior?!"

"Everyone, work hard."

Ron smiled gently and raised his hand to signal people to continue to perform their duties without too much etiquette.

He came by to inspect the situation in the Internal Affairs Department.

The size of the Internal Affairs Department was expanding, and it gradually absorbed personnel from the Ministry of the Interior and obtained a lot of its internal information.

This will be of great help in future restructuring.

Afterwards, Ron went to inspect the restaurant area.

"How do you do things?"

He stared at some of the supplies with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Why provide so many staple foods? People who don't know would think that I, the savior, can't afford it.

Take away all these staple foods and replace them with meat, eggs and milk!"

Now that some branches of the Webway have been attacked and blocked, the food and livestock of many agricultural worlds cannot be transported to other star regions and are almost rotting in the fields.

It's just enough to provide a little more to Holy Terra.

The opposition's actions of destroying warehouses and going on strike were a huge help to themselves and were digging their own graves.

Especially after the fleet's attack on the logistics fleet failed.

Their own supplies could flow into this throne world continuously, and they had complete control over the situation.

Many government departments became obedient one by one after they found that the strike was ineffective, the Internal Affairs Department was replacing them, and they had been hungry for several days.

They all returned to work in dejection.

Even if the higher authorities strictly prohibit it, it will be of no use.

After seeing how certain departments that were loyal to the Savior were treated, those departments devoutly hoped to offer their loyalty.

Rumbling--

There was a roar of artillery fire outside.

Ron came to the balcony and looked at the smoke in the distance.

His army has been gradually retaking the bases of various major departments, and any resistance will be regarded as heresy and treason.

The more reckless opponents we kill now, the more stable our rule will be in the future.

In fact, the troops encountered little resistance.

In the process of recovery.

In order to help the Savior Army quickly retake their area, some clever people in some departments even took the initiative to report heresy and rebellion in their own departments.

Let the savior's army come and clear it out quickly, so that everyone can enjoy the benefits earlier.

It can be considered as actively creating value.

Ron ordered the army to speed up the recovery process to prevent the martial law and clearing operation from lasting too long.

Doing so might attract the covetous gazes of certain beings and even lead to unpredictable and terrible consequences!
However, the clearing operation came to a standstill after reaching the central area where the major departments were stationed, resulting in heavy losses.

They were unable to enter areas filled with defensive arrays, especially the core fortresses.

Even super heavy tanks or dreadnought mechas were easily destroyed.

But the high lords were not feeling well either, especially the opposition.

They realized that the situation was hopeless and that they could do nothing, so they finally compromised.

The high lords of the Union of Light sent a collective communication in an attempt to negotiate.

Ovileta and others looked a little haggard, trying to squeeze out a trace of obedience: “Savior, you won this struggle, and we are willing to accept this reform.

We hope you can keep our original position, and we will do our best to assist you in managing Holy Terra."

"Do you still have room for conditions?"

Ron frowned. Holy Terra had been under martial law until now, so many people had died and so many resources had been consumed.

They actually still want to continue to occupy the high position.

If we keep these people, even if the reforms are carried out, it won't have much effect.

After a moment of silence.

Ovileta added: "We are willing to remove the positions and re-elect new personnel as high lords. This is our last bottom line."

They took another step back.

Anyway, the people who will be elected in the end are still those who are related to oneself, just like the reforms of the regent.

"If you are sincere, you should come to the Senate and talk to us."

Ron said.

But they rejected the proposal until the situation was stabilized and they were sure of their safety.

There was no way they could come out.

Some beings even decided to stay in the fortress forever and let other people in the family or force inherit this power.

"Unless you surrender all your power and accept investigation, I can still spare your lives."

Ron sighed slightly: "Your family and power can continue, at least it won't be too bad.

Otherwise, there is nothing to talk about.”

This is his bottom line.

If he wasn't worried that these people would become desperate, he would have shot them all.

Ovileta's tone became ferocious:

"Primarch, we have compromised, but that does not mean we have no power to resist.

You are not qualified to take away this power that has lasted for ten thousand years!"

boom--

There was a roar of explosion outside.

An explosion occurred in an ancient internal affairs agency area, resulting in the destruction of a large number of personnel and precious data.

This is the opposition's response, or threat.

"We can stay in the fortress for a hundred years or more, fighting you and causing more chaos."

Ovileta is close to madness:

"Place after place will be destroyed without warning, and Terran will be forever in fear.

Or maybe you would rather use an orbital strike that would leave Terra and more in ruins, killing billions, and perhaps that would kill us."

"In order to seize power, can you bear to sacrifice so many people?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he asked, "My dear Primarch, what is your choice..."

The Minister of Internal Affairs was waiting for the Primarch to compromise.

At the same time, more beings also anxiously sent messages of mediation, hoping that everyone could consider the overall situation.

The Union of Light has at least six supreme lords, and their fortresses occupy several important areas of Holy Terra, making it basically an integrated entity.

It's like a nail in the heart of the empire, not so easy to remove.

It may be difficult to ask them to maintain the prosperity of the empire, but if they ignore the rules and cause destruction, it will be a big trouble.

Everyone is waiting for the savior's final response.

However, the explosions caused by the opposition continued, and people's wailing could be heard faintly.

It seems that the passing of these lives can put pressure on the Primarch of Hope.

"I choose to strike hard..."

Ron's voice was particularly cold, like the scythe of the god of death: "You are all heretics and rebels, the cancer of the empire, and you will not be forgiven!"

The Saviors cut off communications.

At the same time, a judgment order was announced.

The Union of Light, headed by High Lord and Minister of the Interior Ovileta, was involved in heresy and treason. The Primarch sentenced them to death and the execution was to be carried out immediately!
Moreover, all related existences will be cleared out, and no one will be able to help.

After announcing the judgment order, the Primarch of Hope and the Savior went to the Senate.

The dark golden shuttle flew by, and streams of fire fell from the dim sky of Holy Terra, like a divine power descending from the sky...

(End of this chapter)