Warhammer: Just unified the Empire, you said it was 40K

Chapter 43 Approval, Arrest, and Detention

Tyrone's words.

It can basically determine the life or death of a Rogue Trader.

Rogue Traders do wield great power.

The empire did indeed treat them in a laissez-faire manner.

But all of this is based on one premise, that is, you have not rebelled and have not thrown yourself into chaos.

The traveling merchant dynasty, Bern Dynasty, has crossed the red line that the empire must not cross.

A retainer of the Bern dynasty has been twisted by Chaos, so what about the rest of you?

"Sir, we don't know!"

"Sir, we are innocent!"

Di di di
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I also want to believe that you are innocent.

The Rogue Traders above were being checked, and the Rogue Traders who had sneaked into Gamma Ideal City below were not spared either.

Ostensibly a grand ceremony to welcome the Governor's return.

Undercurrents have already been surging behind the scenes.

Triangle Avenue.

The retainers of the Bern Dynasty, who were waiting for a response from the Gamma World, were discussing how to plan a grand plan to overthrow the planet's regime and bring it under the rule of the Bern Dynasty.

"We promised those people enough benefits, they"

Before he could finish his words, someone knocked on the reception door.

Looking down through the window, someone lowered their voice and hinted to an older retainer of the Bern Dynasty in the team:
"First mate, there are many soldiers outside."

Unlike the subjects on the bustling street Victory Avenue, these soldiers quickly surrounded the reception area and guarded it tightly, as if they were guarding against plague and disease.

Without even explaining the reason, he started disinfecting the surroundings.

A sign prohibiting leaving was written in High Gothic.

Hang it in front of their faces.

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A certain congressman who had come into contact with those receptionists was angrily cursing the policies of the Gamma World.

But he hadn't gone out to find help yet.

Then the soldiers outside came in.

The other party, wearing protective equipment, walked towards him and forced him back.

"You. What are you going to do?"

"I'm Councillor Lamps. How dare you attack me? My son."

"I'm sorry, father. This is for your own good. Please don't leave this door. You will understand everything." Little Lampson walked out from behind the soldier and gave the order, "Lock the door."

on the road.

Some people are preparing to participate in the event to welcome the Governor.

He was also patted on the shoulder.

Then stop it.

"Mr. Hoss, I'm from the Military and Political Department. You've been in contact with some unnecessary people recently. Please cooperate with us."

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After Sislaine received the news, he issued instructions to the members of the Chief Council, especially the Military and Political Departments and the Medical Department, to take comprehensive precautions against all possible threats posed by the wandering merchants.

Anyone who has had contact with the Rogue Trader must be quarantined and await testing.

Ideal City is his foundation.

It's his base camp.

Plagues and spores from other places can break out.

But it doesn't work here.

On Victory Avenue, the remaining chief quietly waited for Sithlain's return.

The great Governor of Sithlain passed through the Triumphal Gate in triumph.

The golden sunlight shines through the Arc de Triomphe, casting a hazy glow.

"Governor, Governor, Governor!!"

Cheers rose one after another, and the boiling public opinion was the highest respect for Sislaine.

Vulgan experienced more wars. Either at war or on the way to war, smiles were as rare as flowers in the scorched earth, only endless pain and sadness.

From the cheers of these people, he could tell better than anyone else whether they were truly living a happy life.

"An ideal city, if it were full of scenes like this, would truly be called an ideal city, if there were no war."

If there were no war, this would be the best place to live.

Therefore, they work so hard only after they know what a cruel universe they are facing.

All those involved in the construction below support it, and those who formulate national policies above have no selfish motives.

Twist the top and bottom into a rope.

Perhaps this is what it was like in the golden age of the Emperor?
If the Father of Genes, the Lord of Fire Dragon, saw this, would he feel familiar?
"Lord Governor!"

"Lord Governor!"

The chief officials of finance, military administration, education, etc. held their breath and waited quietly.

Watch as Sithlain's troops march along the Avenue des Victors and through the Arc de Triomphe.

Again in the Plaza of Honor, he walked towards his declaration stand.

Sithlain stretched out his hand, and the subjects below finally calmed down.

Those soldiers, those subjects, those eager eyes, those expectant feelings.

They were looking forward to it, but also feeling anxious, eager to know how this journey would go, what great achievements they would create, and what kind of terrible enemies they would encounter.

After a few quiet and exciting seconds.

Sithlaine announced to them.

"We won!"

There was no excessive expression, no embellishment of words, it was as if he was leaving with everyone's expectations.

Repay the trust of your subjects with victory.

We won.

Just a few short words.

It surpasses everything.

The fleet led by the Governor returned triumphantly from its first expedition to the universe.

This is the most exciting news for the subjects who have not set foot in the starry sky.

"Victory! Victory! Victory! Victory!"

Sithlain extended his hand again.

It was quiet again.

Before his subjects, Sislaine continued his speech, "We are the descendants of the Golden Age, carrying the mission of returning to the peak. We have been down and out, we have been suppressed, we have been at our lowest point, we have been enslaved, we have rebelled, we have been slaughtered, but from today on, we stand up, and all the things of the past are now in the past."

"We will not return to the Dark Ages, nor will we allow ourselves to return to them. We will inherit the legacy of the Golden Age, step out of Gamma World, ascend the ladder to heaven, and step by step onto the highest stage of the universe. No matter what enemies we face in the future, they will not be able to stop us from moving forward, because we are regaining the glory of the Golden Age. We are the proud golden people. Long live Gamma World, and humanity is supreme!"

"Humanity first!"

The excited people of Gamma World need to know their enemies.

Keeping the secrets from the people will not necessarily protect them; it may lead them into ignorance and cause more people to fall into darkness and chaos.

Regardless of whether they knew about Chaos or not, the biggest threat they faced in this process was always Chaos. At least before the level of natural disasters reached level three, they did not have enough technology to study and eliminate the threat of Chaos.

Sithlain's gaze rested on the template.

The converging thoughts will determine the future direction of development.

Thought: Human Supremacy

Dark Matter Engine Research: 20%

The equipment of the Tau Empire, in a sense, shortened their research speed.

The Eldar's Webway and the Necrons' Black Stone creations can actually speed up their research.

　Rogue Trader: Luna Wolves, we have a letter of commission from the Empire, and you must cooperate with us.

　　Luna Wolf (seriously): Did the letter of commission you issued come from the Emperor?
　　Rogue Trader: No.

　　Luna Wolf (disdainfully): That's from Guilliman?

　　Rogue Trader: No.

　　Luna Wolf (scoffs): That must have come from the High Lord.

　　Rogue Trader: No.