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Chapter 259 Ate green gall? So arrogant?

Commissar Brock initially thought this was a simple tax collection task.

But the current situation took him somewhat by surprise.

First, in his data panel, Demeton II was classified as a Tier 2 tax world.

Such a world represents a world with developed trade, a prosperous economy, and advanced productivity.

However, the planet Demeton II is now under invasion by orcs, and its economy and productivity have plummeted.

Unable to meet current tax requirements,
Secondly, there was this state church nun in front of him, whose origins were unknown.
The other party did not seem willing to fulfill the sacred duty of loyalty to the emperor.

Of course, it would be utterly absurd to judge someone as a traitor based on this alone.

Let's not even talk about the fact that the state religion and he don't belong to the same system.

The equipment the other party possessed alone was enough to demonstrate that their background was extraordinary.

Ordinary Catholic nuns do not have such sophisticated equipment.

But his mission on this trip was to collect tithes from this planet.
If it is not taken back, that would be a serious dereliction of duty.

"Are you really going to insist on this? Refusing to pay tithes will be considered a betrayal of the empire."

Commissar Brock looked at the Anglican nuns in front of him and reiterated once again.

The little alpaca's gaze was resolute. "Yes, until production resumes, this planet will not pay any tithes."

"Moreover, the Ministry of the Interior has seriously neglected its duties. They should have come themselves to review the current state of this planet and determine the correct and reasonable taxes."

These words left the Kashejin squad, who had come to collect taxes, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Not only do they refuse to pay taxes, but they also want to question the Ministry of the Interior? Has this guy eaten a beast's gall?

“You should know that even if you belong to the state religion system and refuse to pay taxes, I can still kill you,” Commissar Brock said.

"Then you can give it a try." The little alpaca looked around at the Kashejin team in front of it.

Although her combat strength is not in the top tier among players, she is not afraid of a group of local NPCs.

The enemy has a warship, and she also has a combat barge on track.

The other side can mobilize the Ministry of the Interior's army, and she can also call on players to come.

If things get really bad, we can just go to war. Who's afraid of who?

"Sergeant Pia, you go back first and report the situation here to your superiors. Tell them that I am still trying to communicate with them to get them to pay their taxes as soon as possible."

Commissar Brock took a step back.
Let the accompanying Kashejin squad go back first to avoid wasting time.

Staying here would give me an excuse and prevent the Ministry of the Interior from viewing Demeton II as a betrayal.

“This is disobedience,” Sergeant Piah said, somewhat annoyed. “Paying tithes is an obligation of every imperial world.”

"Go back and report to the Ministry of the Interior as I instructed. You don't need to worry about anything else."

Commissar Brock reiterated once again,
Let the Kashejin squad leave.

Seeing the political commissar issue another order, Sergeant Piah was filled with dissatisfaction, but he still turned around, boarded the transport ship, and set sail.

"Thank you for speaking up for Demeton II. If we run out of ammunition, I really don't know how we can defend this hive world."

Colonel Nanlu, who was in charge of the defense of Damyton II's homeworld, came out and expressed his gratitude to the alpaca.

"This matter is probably not over yet, but let's get through the current crisis first."

The little alpaca watched the departing tax collection team.
Knowing the nature of those Interior Ministry officials, she'd have to go see them.
Otherwise, if we come back one day and find that World Demeton II has been burned to ashes by the punitive fleet sent by the Ministry of the Interior for betraying the Empire, that would be a real disaster.

Commissar Brock was about to speak when, before he could open his mouth, a loud boom was heard in the distance. The towering wall was blasted open, and hordes of green-skinned orcs rushed in.

"Brothers, for the Emperor!" the little alpaca shouted, raising his giant sword.

"Let's go, let's go, for the Emperor."

"Kill all those green-skinned aliens, leave no one alive."

Those who followed the alpaca to support Demeton II were all players who followed the official religious route.

You can't tell normally,

Once they enter battle mode, they become extremely fanatical.

They acted very loyally.

Commissar Brock stared in disbelief.

These guys are all fanatics, it seems.

But why are they unwilling to pay tithes?

The fanatical believers I've seen before—they'd be the first to object if anyone dared not pay taxes!
The attacking green-skinned orcs were not strong and were quickly wiped out, leaving a trail of bloodshed.

"Let's press on and launch a counterattack."

The little alpaca had no intention of continuing the war of attrition with the green-skinned orcs.

The decision was made to execute a decapitation strike.

They slaughtered all the high-ranking green-skinned orcs on this planet.

at the same time,

The tax-collecting team from Kashejin quickly arrived at the AN06.01 inventory world, the fourth tax level.

Like many military worlds similar to Empire,
They are vital hubs for supplying resources, providing war materials to countless battlefields.

After Sergeant Piah submitted the report to the management officer, the officer frowned.
“Refusing to pay tithes is an act of betrayal against the Empire. Didn’t you make that clear to them?”

“We did,” Sergeant Pierre nodded, “but a nun from the State Church refused to speak to us, claiming she wanted to investigate the Interior Ministry’s dereliction of duty, because assessing taxes and protecting the people of the Empire are the Interior Ministry’s responsibilities, yet the Interior Ministry arbitrarily sets tax standards, ignoring the suffering people of the Empire.”

"They believe this is a serious dereliction of duty and someone must be held accountable."

Sergeant Piah embellished the story and spoke his mind.
As an elite member of the empire, she would rather lead her squad to the battlefield to fight to the death than do this kind of work.

The situation on Demeter 2 world is not an isolated case.

Many parts of the world are mired in suffering.

Meanwhile, the Ministry of the Interior hides in its tiny office, formulating completely unreasonable taxes.

The Interior Ministry official frowned.

"Investigating the Ministry of the Interior? They've really gone too far! So arrogant?! Demeton II has been designated a traitorous world. Notify the punitive fleet to carry out a purge against them."

"Since you are disloyal to the emperor, then accept the punishment."

"Commissar Brock is trying to persuade them that perhaps we should give them a chance," Sergeant Pia said.

“Refusing to pay tithes is treason, and traitors should be punished with swift and severe measures.”

The Interior Ministry official's voice was stern.
Sergeant Piah dared not speak again.

A technician walked up and spoke.

"My lord, the planetary platform's structural support can no longer bear any more weight. Even if we collect a tithe, it will have to be destroyed. Why not give them a chance?"

The Interior Ministry official turned his head and gave the technician a stern look.
"Whether the collected taxes are destroyed or something else, that is the Ministry of the Interior's business. Paying tithes is the duty of the people of the Empire to the Emperor."

“Refusing to pay tithes is treason against the Emperor, an unforgivable sin.”

The technician sighed, dared not offer any further advice, and withdrew.

"Immediately request the dispatch of a punitive fleet."

The Interior Ministry official turned and walked back into the towering, majestic Interior Ministry building.

PS: This is the first chapter today. I'm a bit unsure what to write and haven't decided which battlefield to focus on, so I'll start with a short story about tithes as a transition.

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