This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 219 Eat One Bite at a Time
The post-rain sunshine was not scorching. Romulus sat on a bench, carefully explaining the details of governance to Sirin and Raphael.

As the starlight once again shone upon the surface of Astorgius, some faces vanished completely. Believers came to the chapel, and kneeling under the eaves, they felt a warmth on their buttocks and the railings in front of them were burning hot.

After a night of bloody battle, the Cardinal World came back to life. The first to try to escape were the foreign nobles of this star sector. Rumors of the purge of the high-ranking officials could not be suppressed, after all, people were really gone, and the charges had been confirmed.

After all, Romulus dared to kill even a cardinal; who knows if he might become addicted?

In fact, they were overthinking it. Romulus wasn't some kind of murderous monster; he was much more rational than an idealist.

So until we find out the background of these nobles, none of them will be able to escape.

You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to kill one person at a time.

Romulus looked at the reports from various planets, his eyes narrowing slightly. Some things have to be done thoroughly. Reform is not a dinner party; if you keep compromising, it's the same as not changing anything at all.

"Sir, we'll leave now."

Seeing that Romulus did not speak, Sirin said this.

"Go."

Sirin accepted the order and left with Raphael.

Even if it's just a city, she'll govern it well.

Focus on doing the task at hand first.

If nothing unexpected happens, this planet will become the capital of the Dawn Sector in the future.

"You've grown up."

Watching the young man's departing figure, Romulus couldn't help but sigh softly.

Over the past decade, these children have been the true force supporting this reform. Romulus is very grateful for the series of educational reforms he carried out in the early stages of his transmigration, which makes him much more at ease in dealing with the choices of the star sector's high-ranking officials, without having to search for gold in the trash.

The six-month tour dealt with the external threats, but also dispersed these talented individuals.

They inherited Romulus's ideas, while also conducting planetary surveys, developing plans, and establishing administrative frameworks tailored to local conditions.

Just waiting for an opportunity.

They are just waiting for the Primarch's order to purge the entire upper class and take control of the planet.

Then he asked casually:

"How are the preparations progressing on each planet?"

News on paper is always outdated. All he could see at the moment was Seele, who was in charge of the planet Bavaria, giving a speech and speaking the voice of the Dawn Wings, hoping to win over the civilians on the planet's surface to the neutral camp.

Conflict was inevitable, and even the Dawn Fleet did not want to be facing a group of noble rebels while also shooting civilians who had been incited.

Romulus recalled briefly that Seele was among the second batch of graduates after the opening of Dawn Education. She had strong organizational skills, but was very radical in her reform ideas.

She was more supportive than most of the idea of ​​"massively reforming the laws governing human beings."

But perhaps that was also her mistake; she was too enthusiastic.

After all, given the current state of the Empire, Romulus still believes that Seele's plan has many aspects that need to be revised. It is too extreme, and the primary need of people in the sector at present is still survival.

Necessary changes must be made to ensure survival.

"Perhaps you should personally meet with the representatives."

Arthur leaned on the railing with one hand, gazing at the entire city.

“Three days ago, several resistance organizations, led by the Bavarian Conscription World, began to openly resist the Planetary Government. One of their faction leaders had set off months ago and entered the port two hours ago.”

"A living person?"

"Correct."

Arthur nodded.

"They want to merge with the resistance organization sent by the Dawn Fleet, but I can't make that decision." Karna and Romulus have countless students; one of them single-handedly established the Dawn Fleet's basic education system, and the other frequently attends classes, making their presence felt.

These are the two that all the grassroots civil servants at Dawnwing recognize.

Before reaching a certain level of status, few people knew Arthur and Ramses.

"So it's still considered advanced?"

Since it made it into port alive, that means it's a person.

"You're asking too much of this universe."

Arthur couldn't help but shake his head.

"They are not satisfied with the status quo, but the arrival of the Primarch just happens to be in their interest, just like how a rebellion needs to use a respected person as a banner."

As Primarchs certified by the Empire, they garnered hatred from conservatives, while also attracting the allegiance of many forces dissatisfied with the status quo.

"Then let's go see him."

"I'll arrange a meeting room right away."

De la Cruz immediately stood up.

"No need, I'm fine here."

Romulus replied.

“I will not be an emperor, and they are not courtiers. This is enough for serving humanity.”

"clear."

De la Cruz did not refute, and Arthur was called back after taking a few steps.

"Wait, Master Ya, please teach me."

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Arthur turned around, slightly puzzled, then noticed Romulus's "I'm going to show off" expression and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Okay, I'll teach you."

Only at this time can one vaguely find traces of the past.

Not long after, the sound of orderly footsteps echoed in the corridor, and a group of generals, led by a Watson Planetary Defense Force general, arrived at the office.

The group was small in number but orderly, and their physiques were formidable; judging from their imposing presence alone, they were all veterans of countless battles.

It's not just about individual qualities; these representatives control the planetary defense forces of various planets to varying degrees. And after the arrival of the Dawn Wings, the gradually rising resistance forces on various planets have also caused a dramatic change within the defense forces.

If most commoners in the empire just wanted a good life, and joined the army mostly to make ends meet, very few were truly there for the emperor.

But the military leaders, who were mainly composed of nobles, were a different story.

They genuinely wanted to fight, rather than wasting their time on lengthy aristocratic rituals or political wrangling; their primary goal was to achieve great deeds and establish a career.

As the group ascended the steps, the general paused, only to see a majestic giant looking down upon him.

No, I wasn't looking at him.

Those crimson eyes gazed into the distant future, not at any particular person.

'He's definitely not simple.'

Having grown accustomed to the nobles in his household, the general had to admit that the Primarch was far beyond the reach of ordinary people. But then again, it made sense; who else but the Primarch could possess such an air?

Just as he was lost in thought, Romulus's gaze focused and landed on the general.

Several representatives hurriedly performed the Eagle Salute, opened their mouths for a long time, but faced with that distant gaze, they couldn't open their mouths at all, and even forgot the long speech they had prepared in their minds.

(End of this chapter)