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Chapter 405 Imperial Guard: I Don't Want to Do It Anymore!

Dawn Star, Dawn Fleet
The Ramirez-class space fortress was surrounded by densely packed warships, their metal gleaming in the thin mist drawn in by gravity. Below them, a majestic space elevator trembled as automated lifts carried stacks of ammunition and supplies up to the fortress.

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The sound of iron boots scraping against the red carpet rang out, and the sweeping movements of his cloak billowed as Erector de la Cruz hurried along the avenue toward a massive port completely enveloped by the Black Stone array.

It was a port that was clearly visible from the planet's surface, and inside the port was a magnificent giant ship, its body as thick and tall as a mountain.

She floated in the illuminated cabin, the protruding edges casting long shadows that obscured many details, making the giant ship, which had been silent all along, appear unusually quiet.

As Ernesto de la Cruz approached, the soldiers on the steps, their armored bodies gleaming, bowed and saluted him.

He stopped to have a brief conversation with some sergeants, shook hands with them, learned about their mental state, and encouraged them with words. It was such a simple act, and a few words from the Grand Commander, that enabled the soldiers who were suffering while waiting to maintain their courage.

The armor and weapons clashed.

He gripped his sword and walked with his head held high toward the warship hidden in the shadows.

Passing through patrolling guards, past checkpoints guarded by the Imperial Guard, and past unarmored Imperial Guards, the Astartes, and the administrative halls filled with mortals.
The Imperial Guards, clad in white toga, hurried past, carrying a full stack of the latest reports in their arms.

The guard nudged De la Cruz lightly.

At a speed completely imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Lord Kirken."

De la Cruz turned his head discreetly, then took the initiative to ask, "What can I do for you?"

Although Lord Ramses constantly says that the Custodians are a bunch of useless creatures who can't fight back even after taking a little damage, he's subtly mocking the inaction of these superhumans who consume the resources of an entire industrial planet each, and joking that even the Emperor's forces aren't as stable as the Grey Knights'. At first glance, it's hard to tell who the real son is—

These statements, including the ones mentioned above, have directly led to a very difficult situation for most of the high-ranking members of the warbands who had previously held a very positive view of the Imperial Guard.

A prime example is the Black Templars, known for their faith in the Emperor and their long-standing aversion to psionicists. They have begun to actively cooperate with the Grey Knights and have been exceptionally welcoming of these one-in-a-million psionic Astartes garrison fleets as a supplement to their psionic power and a symbol of the Emperor's watchful eye.

Nowadays, almost every Black Sanctuary expeditionary fleet scattered across the galaxy has the opportunity to observe the presence of Grey Knights. The arrival of a Grey Knight can greatly boost the morale of local combat troops, making one think that the Grey Knight is the true representative of the Emperor.

But since they were now on the same side, working together for the revival of humanity, De la Cruz still gave these warriors plenty of face.

"I'll go with you."

The tribune, who had initially come with suspicion, replied without directly answering the chief steward's question.

Compared to the truly glamorous Imperial Guards, he at this moment seemed more like a human being who was simply much taller than ordinary people.

His equipment was confiscated after he arrived in the Dawn Sector.

Dawnwing doesn't have much of a soft spot for the Imperial Guard. These corncobs aren't exactly superhuman in terms of combat power, and it would be a waste to use them as bodyguards. However, they don't like doing political affairs or scientific research.

Therefore, Romulus showed no mercy to the Imperial Guards who came from the Solar Star Region to seek employment.

Want to be assigned to a combat position?
Sure, you can work under the ruler first to pay off those previous loans.

When did we create an industrial planet and generate the output of a royal guard? When did we become qualified to decide what we should do? As for not doing it?

It's very simple: if you don't handle the official documents, then you'll have to go back to Terra Palace.

You either have to endure the Emperor's 24/7 nagging, like someone with dementia, urging you to "go out and get to work, stop standing here at that crappy post," or have your psionic slaps delivered; or have to fight your seniors in the Shadow Prison for a job; or have to clean toilets in the High Lords Council.

As for why the Imperial Guards could tolerate it.

First, exclude those who lost.

Kerkhen tightened his grip on the document in his hand.

The biggest difference between the Dawn Star Region and the Solar Star Region is that on one side, you are solving a problem and you can see your efforts being rewarded, while on the other side, after you solve a problem, you will pull out a bigger problem. After pulling out a radish, there are roots that have been intertwined for thousands of years.

The sheer number of problems that even the Great Demon Tzeentch could only drool and mutter "Aba aba" would prompt any intelligent being to burn them to the ground rather than try to untangle the endless threads with their bare hands.

But the problem is that it's not possible; for now, we can only grit our teeth and eat it.

Doesn't the Dawn Sector suddenly look more attractive now?
Here are the emperor's chosen saviors, a truly thriving human civilization, and Lord Ramses, whose very presence instantly evokes the image of the emperor, a figure who can converse with the emperor at any time.
Currently, a culture of triple trials has emerged within the Imperial Guard.

The first level is the Imperial Guard, surpassing all other Imperial Guards. The Black Guards of the Shadow Prison, who guard countless dangerous beings, can enjoy normal conversations with the Emperor and perform their duties within the palace.

The second level, the Guards who surpass the rest of the Guards, are able to have normal conversations with the Emperor when they arrive in the Dawn Sector. However, before they can move freely, they all have to come to Romulus to pay their debts, and no one will speak up for them.

The third group consisted of the Imperial Guard, who had suffered two consecutive defeats. These guards were left in the High Lords Council to stabilize the situation and were relieved of all combat duties.

Terra has never lacked capable fighters. Every additional member of the Imperial Guard joining the Ministry of the Interior means that the Assassin's Court can have more resources to train super assassins, and the Inquisition can have more combat forces at its disposal. Those forces can be deployed to more dangerous missions, and their deaths will not cause any pity.

While the Grey Knights diligently learned how to force the Emperor back onto his throne, and while the Space Wolves actively recruited soldiers from various harsh, icy worlds in an attempt to capture the Primarch and return him to the Fenris Throne.
As the most powerful unit in the current version besides the original, the Imperial Guard has already experienced the benefits brought by the version changes.

This is the Empire's most advanced vital sign maintenance system, a limb assistance system specifically developed by the Empire for the characteristics of the Imperial Guard.

This is a movement assist system designed to prevent the physical functions of the Imperial Guards from deteriorating due to long-term work, ensuring that you can perform both mental and physical labor.

This chair, which can sustain the eternal life of an emperor's royal guard, is your new prison.

The Emperor and the High Lords Council both did their utmost to force these superhumans into their seats at the Ministry of the Interior.

Even when the emperor ascended the throne, he probably never felt this desperate. Those days sitting idly in the Ministry of the Interior seemed endless.

In this era, everyone will have sewers to unclog, and everyone will have their own golden throne to sit on.

Damn Romulus, you won't keep me at my desk! I want to see the Emperor, and I want to serve him again!

Tribune Kirken gritted his teeth, filled with resentment towards Romulus.

De la Cruz nodded without changing his expression.

Click~
(End of this chapter)