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Chapter 159 The Overbearing Human Alliance

No one deliberately guided Angron; they simply exposed him to the true workings of the empire. The empire's lower echelons contained both darkness and hope.

The powerful emperor gazed at Angron and clearly sensed the change in him.

The emperor's eyes, which had once held only despair, and his mind, which had been filled with despair, now held a hint of doubt.

Fang Yun said calmly, "I have won, Emperor."

The emperor fell silent, and this silence proved that Fang Yun had won. He had been wrong before.

Without Butcher's Spike, Angron is no longer just a cold weapon. It may still be rough, clumsy, and even somewhat outdated, but its powerful warp essence, which allows it to sense the joys and sorrows of everyone in the world, paves a completely new path for it.

This path may not be bright and smooth, but it is far better than letting him completely fall into depravity and betray the empire.

In the end, Fang Yun won this seemingly absurd bet.

You made a mistake.

Yes, the emperor made a mistake.

You are a qualified human emperor, but you are not a qualified father.

As for where Angron will go in the future, Fang Yun remains optimistic. He believes in Angron's true nature, and even more so in the immense effort the Emperor poured into creating the twenty Primarchs more than ten thousand years ago. At that time, the Emperor was at least more like a human being.

The post-war reconstruction of Terra is unfolding with tremendous force.

Feralus was ordered to take command in the heart of Terra, leading a large legion of Humanoid robots to purge the remaining forces of unrest across the land. Among them were old Terran nobles who relied on their ancient hereditary status to try to seize power and resist the new government, as well as secret believers who had long lurked in the shadows of the city, serving Chaos in secret.

Some die-hard nobles, unwilling to accept the reshaping of power, brazenly mobilized their private armies to resist, attempting to defy the post-war reshuffling of the political landscape by force. However, their weak private armies were no match for the standardized and overwhelmingly powerful mechanical humanoid legions.

The cold, precise mechanical combat system used its absolute power to forcefully suppress all rebellions, showing no indiscriminate killing or leniency, precisely dismantling every resistance stronghold, and steadily suppressing all the restless undercurrents within Terra.

The large-scale appearance of the Human Alliance mechanical legions on Terra has long been noticed by various factions within the Empire.

At the highest levels of the Empire, the Supreme Alliance Agreement, personally drafted by Guilliman, still applies: the Human Alliance is the Empire's legitimate top-level ally, holding a transcendent status.

Apart from the dual regents and the emperor, no imperial power, legion, or religious sect has the right to overstep the regency's decrees or interfere arbitrarily.

Provocations and attacks against the UN forces. This ironclad rule has temporarily provided an absolute protective shield for the UN's troop presence and operations in Terra.

Even with government orders in place, their covetousness and probing never ceased.

The most vehement reaction came from the Mechanicus.

The mechanical priests were obsessed with Xi Jinping's intelligent mechanical system, which far exceeded the Empire's current understanding, and a strong desire to explore and possess it had long been growing in their hearts.

Countless mechanical priests secretly plotted to capture one or two mechanical humanoids, disassemble their structures, analyze their cores, and steal the mechanical technological secrets of the Human Alliance.

This hidden malice and overstepping of authority were all noticed by Anna, the acting governor of the People's Union stationed in Terra, and Anne, the acting commander.

The two sisters' gazes were cold and displeased, carrying an extremely strong sense of pressure.

"Are they courting death?" Anna said coldly, her eyes filled with impatience and ruthlessness.

Anne's eyes were sharp, her killing intent blatantly revealed: "They're courting death. Sister, let me take action and wipe out this group of arrogant priests."

Anna raised her hand and firmly pressed down on her sister's restless hand, her tone indifferent yet chillingly cold: "The time is not yet ripe. Remember, humans are supreme. These bastards, their lives are not worth as much as human lives."

The core task of the Human Alliance at present is to deploy forces across the entire region, disperse them to guard various areas of Terra, continuously eliminate the remaining demonic remnants after the war, purify the land contaminated by the warp, and stabilize the foundation of Terra.

It is not advisable to provoke a large-scale conflict with the Cult of the Machine God at this time, as this would disrupt the overall plan.

As the mechanical humanoids moved around Terra, everyone in the Empire gradually figured out the true nature of this special legion.

These incredibly powerful and intelligent mechanical bodies are all piloted by players from the Human Alliance.

The most baffling scene for the Empire's high-ranking officials, priests, and veterans frequently unfolded at the Terra reconstruction site:

The mechanical humanoid troops, who should be heading to the battlefield to sweep away demons and eradicate warp aberrations, always stop when they pass by Terra's repair sites and see giant boulders and heavy steel components that laborers and craftsmen cannot move.

They temporarily set aside their wartime duties and silently stepped forward, using their unparalleled strength to help the workers lift heavy objects and put components back in place.

Complete the infrastructure repair work. Remain silent and ask for nothing in return. Once the obstacles to the project are resolved, immediately turn around and leave to continue on the battlefield to hunt down demons.

These unusual yet sacred scenes were witnessed by countless people.

In the eyes of the common people of the Empire, every player who pilots a mechanical humanoid is unbelievably pure in character and temperament. Every word and action is like that of a legendary paladin who upholds goodness, justice, and compassion for all living beings. They have no selfish thoughts, no violent hearts, adhere to the ultimate justice and gentleness, and possess near-perfect moral doctrines and cultivation.

It is precisely this extreme purity that, in the eyes of outsiders, becomes the biggest "flaw" and an anomaly.

All the forces lurking in the shadows, and all the high-ranking officials of the Empire who were watching from the sidelines, developed a new, complex, and wary scrutiny of the Human Alliance and this unique legion of mechanical humanoids piloted by extraordinary players.

But the sacred redemption and the restoration of order could not ultimately withstand the arrival of a catastrophe-like calamity.

The relentless warp storm completely sealed off the Terra sector, and the distorted warp turbulence tore apart all shipping lanes and severed all interstellar communication and supply transport links.

Holy Terra, the sacred planet of the human empire, is utterly isolated and helpless.

For the past few months, no supply fleet has been able to get close to Terra, and the supply of food, medicine, and other materials from the outside world has been completely cut off.

This sacred planet, which housed trillions of people, was instantly swallowed up by boundless famine.

The once bustling city of Terra is now a scene of widespread famine. Every day, millions, even tens of millions, of ordinary people starve to death in the streets, squares, and ruins.

The deaths brought by famine have long since completely overwhelmed the casualties caused by the Chaos Demons.

In just a few months, the total number of Terrans who died of starvation far exceeded the total number of lives killed during the entire Lionsgate War, the Chaos Invasion, and the Demonic Onslaught.

Terra, which was peacefully rebuilt, did not fall to the blades of the Chaos invasion, but nearly collapsed in the silent Great Famine.

The whole country was deathly silent, and the people were wailing in despair.

A mechanical humanoid player wandering the streets of Terra, tasked with clearing out the remaining demons, witnessed a scene that horrified the soul: countless imperial bureaucrats coldly directed their subordinates to mercilessly dump the uncollected, mountainous remains of civilians, starving corpses, and war dead into a boiling starch synthesis production line, completely refining and processing the dead bodies into food to feed the living at the bottom of society.

Witnessing such a heinous and inhumane taboo scene, all the Human Alliance players stationed in Terra completely lost control.

For the first time, the player legion, which had always adhered to the holy doctrines of paladins and possessed compassion and justice, was filled with overwhelming rage and extreme killing intent.

Boundless rage shattered all restraint, and mechanical humanoids abandoned all self-control, launching a ruthless attack on the starch factories scattered throughout Terra.

Steel collapsed, furnaces exploded, and the sinister production line was completely destroyed amidst the roar.

Towering flames and violent tremors swept across Terra, and a factory cleanup operation that engulfed the entire homeworld suddenly broke out.

Anna, the acting governor at the governor's fortress, received the battle report from the entire army. Looking at the horrific scenes transmitted back, her eyes turned chillingly cold. Without hesitation, she issued a general military order: "Search the entire territory. Destroy all starch factories. Leave not a single one alive."

The People's Alliance's sudden and swift extreme action shocked the entire Terra leadership and even alarmed Guilliman, who was sitting in the council chamber.

Guilliman, one of the two regents, sat day and night in the Supreme Council of Terra, his brow furrowed, exhausted, and overwhelmed by endless worries that made it almost impossible for this Ultramarines Primarch to breathe.

Wars can be quelled, demons can be vanquished, and rebellions can be suppressed, but this silent, spreading famine that devours everything is the most unsolvable and hopeless disaster.

In order to barely keep the lives of the lower classes of Terra afloat, prevent the collapse of the trillion-strong population, and stop riots and genocide across the entire territory, the Empire's internal affairs had to exhaust its remaining production capacity to restart and operate all starch synthesis factories across the territory at overcapacity.

In this desperate situation, these industrially synthesized, coarse-tasting, and merely sustenance-providing synthetic starches have become Terra's only life-saving resource, barely enough to feed billions of the poorest people. They are the Empire's last and only line of defense for maintaining its population.

Guilliman was well aware of this; he had already heard the dirty, taboo truth behind these starch factories.

He loathed, felt disgusted, and couldn't tolerate this despicable act that trampled on humanity and desecrated the deceased.

However, as regent, burdened with the survival of the entire human empire, and faced with Terra's dire situation and the established rules of the empire's corrupt system, he had no choice but to painfully compromise and silently acquiesce.

This is the dirtiest, cruelest, and most helpless survival rule in countless desperate situations throughout the empire's ten thousand years of existence.

However, this dark order, tacitly approved by the empire, was eventually torn apart abruptly.

Even more fatally, this swift and decisive purge by the Alliance of People completely severed the core interests of Terra's old noble families hidden in the darkness of famine.

During the months of despair when supplies were cut off and the entire region was starving, these hereditary nobles not only did not show any compassion for the people, but instead turned the corpse starch factory into their biggest profit-making tool to monopolize the food supply for the lower classes, manipulate people's livelihoods, exploit the lower classes, and line their own pockets.

Through their filthy industries that desecrate the dead, they firmly control Terra's remaining food resources, using famine as a cage to arbitrarily manipulate the lives and deaths of millions of civilians, thereby consolidating their privileged position in the post-war era.

The sudden and devastating blow from the People's Alliance shattered overnight the sordid foundation upon which the nobles relied for profit and control over people's livelihoods.

Cut off people's path to wealth, and even more so, sever the lifeline of the powerful and wealthy.

The old noble class of Terra, who had been lying low and dared not openly defy the regency's decrees and the agreement to join the Union, was instantly thrown into complete uproar.

The long-suppressed discontent, the excruciating pain of having their interests uprooted, and the humiliation of having their privileges trampled by foreign forces completely ignited the fury of the old aristocracy.

Countless noble forces hidden in the imperial court, mansions, and the shadows joined forces, their resentment reaching a fever pitch and their influence overwhelming.

The Mechanicus recognized the potential for exploitation and manipulated the Imperial high command to protest against the Human Federation.

They began to launch a collective attack, exert covert pressure, spread rumors, and gather forces, openly questioning the authority of the People's Liberation Army's garrison and accusing it of arbitrarily interfering in the internal affairs of the Empire and undermining the stability and order of Terra.

After the demon war subsided and famine raged, Terra was plunged into a new chaotic situation due to the League of Humans' righteous actions, marked by a backlash from the elites, internal and external conflicts, and political turmoil.

Guilliman stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the lingering smoke from the factories in the distant city, listening to the continuous reports from his subordinates about the aristocratic backlash.

His brow was furrowed, he was exhausted, and he was caught in an unprecedented dilemma.

On one side, the People's Federation upholds humanity, redemption, and bottom lines;

On one side were the empire's starving civilians.

The Ministry of the Interior official looked grave, his gaze shifting between the silent Guilliman and the icy Anna, before explaining Terra's intractable predicament.

"Your Excellency, this leader of the Human Alliance, faces an incredibly difficult choice: either completely shut down all factories and let countless Terrans' lower classes starve to death, or allow these factories to continue operating, barely sustaining the lives of the underprivileged through the most despicable means. It's an incredibly heavy and bloody dilemma. The Terran Empire has never refused to choose the light; it simply has no choice at all."

Guilliman nodded silently, his eyes reflecting a weariness and helplessness that had long since settled within him. He knew better than anyone that his personal anger could not shake the empire's corrupt nature, nor could it change the cruel reality of Terra's resources being completely depleted.

Before Anna could speak, Guilliman spoke in a deep voice, revealing the coldest reality.

"With the current widespread warp storms blocking the way, the next batch of supplies to arrive on Terra will take at least three months."

Interior Ministry officials quickly echoed this sentiment, their tone filled with despair and helplessness.

"That's right! In Holy Terra today, millions of civilians are dying of famine every day, and that number is skyrocketing every hour."

The lives lost to famine have already far exceeded the casualties caused by this demonic invasion.

But the empire had no other choice; that was all the resources it had left.

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Anna's gaze fell on the Ministry of the Interior official.

"Open up all reserves to ensure the livelihood of Terra's civilians, including their basic necessities."

"Terra's reserves will only last for three days."

"Three days, three days is enough."

"Two days. The Empire's reserves only need to last two days. The subsequent food shortage on Terra will be entirely handled by the Human Alliance."

Upon hearing this, the Ministry of the Interior officials present couldn't help but let out a sneer filled with sarcasm and skepticism, clearly distrustful.

"SUPP? Hah—how can you possibly solve this? We know absolutely nothing about SUPP's trump cards or capabilities!"

"Furthermore, why does the Human Alliance interfere in our empire's internal affairs planning?"

Anne stepped out and glanced at the high-ranking imperial officials: "What the Empire can't do, the Human Alliance will do; what the Empire can't do, the Human Alliance will manage."

"In short, the People's League will take care of what the Empire can, and it will also take care of what the Empire cannot."

"Humanity First, That's the Human Alliance!"

This outrageous remark angered the imperial high command, who loudly rebuked Anne: "Arrogant!"

"Lord Guilliman, I suggest you arrest him immediately..."

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Bang! ! !

The interior officials, along with acquaintances behind them, were blown to pieces by a laser.

Anne sneered and said, "You talk too much nonsense."

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