Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

While the true commander of a capital fleet is usually a Space Marine Legion, the Lord Commander takes a secondary role.

But it is still an honor that countless people seek but cannot obtain.

The military and political power of the Imperium rests in the hands of the War Council, which at the beginning of the Great Crusade consisted of only four members: the Emperor, the Fabricator-General of Mars, Malcador the Imperial Chancellor, and the Lord of the Astrospeaker.

As the Great Crusade progressed, the empire's territory continued to expand.

The powers of the War Council also continued to expand, with each returning Primarch automatically receiving a seat on the War Council.

If one can gain the favor of the Primarch, his future will be limitless.

The adjutant lowered his voice, "My Lord, are you determined to serve this Primarch?"

Luo Fu did not comment, "Why do you ask?"

Adjutant: "Our Primarch possesses a vast empire, with at least hundreds of habitable worlds in the Invit Cluster. Their fleets are comparable in size to the main expeditionary fleets, and their mortal warriors are no less capable than the Empire's mortal auxiliaries."

Luo Fu stared at him. "You might as well explain your words more clearly."

The adjutant no longer held back and spoke frankly: "After the Primarch returns to the Empire, how will the Inverte Empire cope?"

"Integrate into the Empire, or...remain independent?"

The adjutant's words were heartbreaking, but considering the current situation of the Lenovo Empire, it was actually nothing.

The Emperor established the Empire of Man, and every Primarch is also establishing his own empire. This is no exaggeration!

The Great Crusade has been going on for decades. Since the return of the second Primarch in 813.M30, each returning Primarch has, either openly or covertly, conquered and governed the surrounding worlds with their homeworld as the core.

According to an insider from Terra's Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Primarchs' goal was to establish five hundred worlds.

But five hundred is just a rough estimate. The worlds that the Primarchs desire may be far more than five hundred.

But this never caused much waves throughout the empire.

Simply because the worlds the Primarchs coveted were so few compared to those they conquered, the Imperium still ruled over 90% of the worlds within its borders.

However, many people in the Empire are still worried about this. They worry that this will cause conflicts between the Empire and the Primarch or even civil war.

The same is true for expeditionary fleets.

Many fleets are already under the control of the Primarch, either openly or secretly, and the lord commanders of those fleets all hold the Primarch in high esteem.

It is hard to tell whether they are generals of the Empire or servants of the Primarch.

What the adjutant was worried about at this moment was that Love would also join the Primarch's army.

It was natural for the Primarch to command, but what about abandoning the Empire and becoming his disciple?

Commander Love looked at the tactical hologram, his gaze briefly lingering on the Invit fleet, his voice becoming deeper:

"This is not a problem we should be concerned about. If even the Emperor hasn't expressed concern about this, then it's not our place to worry."

Even if the future the adjutant feared really came to pass one day, it would be after the Great Crusade was over.

By then, humanity will have been unified, all the evil spirits in the galaxy will have been eliminated, and humanity will become the sole masters of the galaxy.

The Emperor and the Primarch are biological father and son, and the Primarchs are also biological brothers.

Even if they had their own empires, at most they would only evolve into a country within a country and would never trigger a civil war.

Different from an adjutant.

Love believed that the Primarchs would not rebel, otherwise they would not rule only one-tenth of the worlds they occupied.

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"Father, regarding the future of the Invert Empire, do you wish it to be fully integrated into the Human Empire, or maintain a certain degree of autonomy?"

While Love and his lieutenant worry about the future, Dorn seeks advice from Wop.

The Human Empire has come into contact with the Invert Empire. This is bound to happen sooner or later, and they must prepare early.

Wop: "If you ask me, I would only advise you to govern yourself, and I believe your other brothers would make the same choice."

"The Milky Way is too vast. It's difficult for the human empire to truly unify. Autonomy is a helpless move."

"Rather than leaving it to mortals to govern themselves, I trust you and your brothers more."

In the official history of the Tang Dynasty 40K, autonomy was also the choice of most Jiedushi.

Ji Yexin has the most outstanding operational capabilities, and the five hundred worlds under his command are the most famous, but Ji Yexin is not the Primarch who rules the most worlds.

For example, every time Pei Hedol's legion conquered a world, they would leave behind a small garrison to manage and rule it.

Before the Perfect City incident, all the people in the worlds occupied by Luoshen's Legion were devout believers in Nishimin and had a very close relationship with Luoshen's Legion.

The world they rule will not be less than Kiyexin.

When the Horusan Rebellion broke out, at least half of the worlds within the Empire declared their independence.

In addition to He Lushan's personal charm and appeal, this is also part of the reason.

Dorn: "My father, what does he think of this?"

"He'll probably follow the three no's principle." Wop held up three fingers in succession: "No initiative, no refusal, no responsibility."

The Emperor would not take the initiative to allow the Primarch to establish a kingdom within a kingdom, as this was inconsistent with his vision of human unification.

But he would not refuse the Primarch to establish pocket empires, as long as these pocket empires were still nominally part of the human empire.

If the Primarch's pocket empire caused any trouble, the Emperor would not help the Primarch clean up the mess.

Dorn frowned slightly: "Isn't that a disguised form of encouragement?"

Wop: "You don't have to say it."

Dorn was right. The Emperor's attitude was one of connivance, and connivance was tantamount to encouragement.

But don't be too blunt.

Otherwise, if something really goes wrong, how can the emperor deny himself?

Dorn: "Father, who would you want to rule the empire?"

"Why do I have to choose between the two?" Wop shook his head. "This isn't a zero-sum game. I choose compromise."

"The Imperium of Man should be governed by humans. Mortals and Space Marines are all human. The army has Space Marines and mortal auxiliaries. Why can't the rule be a union of Space Marines and mortals?"

"Although mortals are not as powerful as Space Marines, occasionally some people with noble character and great talents are born, even more talented than Space Marines."

"Allowing the Space Marines to govern themselves does not mean depriving mortals of opportunities for advancement."

"But to give idols to mortal men."

The disadvantages of self-governance by mortals alone have been fully demonstrated in Datang 40K.

While a few mortal governors still have a conscience, most world governors are rotten.

Letting generals and their legions rule the world can not only ensure the lower limit of governance, but also raise the upper limit of governance, and serve as a model for other mortal self-governing worlds.

Wop: "The world needs models and benchmarks. Only when people have role models to refer to can they establish the direction of their struggle."

"The Space Marine Legions take their Primarchs as their models, while the Emperor is the model for all of humanity."

"But you all stand too high and too far away."

"Mortals need some more approachable role models, such as Thunder/Front, and Space Marines can be living Thunder/Front."

Idol worship is human nature.

Ordinary people's admiration and respect for idols will lead them to learn from and imitate the idols.

Faith is a form of idolatry, and the excessive admiration for a certain truth is also a form of idolatry.

This is an inevitable phenomenon in human society.

If you don't become an idol, someone else will take the idol's niche.

Instead of letting some evil spirits and monsters corrupt the morals of human society, it is better to actively provide mortals with some examples to emulate and guide them to be positive and progressive.

Idols are like public opinion. If you don't control them, they will be controlled by your enemies and used against you.

Dorn still frowned. "But Father, won't this kind of self-government model sow the seeds of division?"

Wop asked in return: "Tell me, Dorn, will you ever break away from the Empire?"

"No." Dawn's answer was firm.

While the future remains uncertain, Dorn already has a good understanding of the Imperium of Man.

Unless he is no longer himself in the future, or the future empire changes its nature, he will not break with the empire no matter what happens.

"That's enough." Wop smiled with relief. "You won't, and your brothers won't either. So what's there to worry about? We are all fighting for the same noble goal. What does other people's gossip have to do with us?"

Dorn's gaze was as firm as a rock: "If the world criticizes, let them say so!"

Wop: "In ancient Terra, there was a King of Qi who once said: 'Any minister or commoner who can point out my faults to my face will receive a high reward; anyone who writes me a letter to remonstrate with me will receive a moderate reward; anyone who slanders me in the marketplace and lets me hear it will have their entire clan executed!'"

"No one is perfect. Even the original body is not perfect. It is a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them."

"But anyone who dares to criticize the Primarch secretly must be instigated by someone else and must be severely tortured!"

Wop has confidence in the Primarch and believes that the children he teaches will definitely not make big mistakes.

Now is the time of the Great Crusade, and the Primarch is held in high esteem throughout the Imperium.

In this situation, they still dared to criticize the Primarch in secret. Only Tzeentch could give them such courage!

Chapter 214 Shut up, you should shut up, you shut up too, I won’t shut up (5K)

"Praise the gods!"

Lodusk knelt devoutly before the statue in the Pantheon, his forehead pressed against the cold marble bricks.

"Ulodusk, you are a devout believer in the oracle and the rites of Olympia. But now there is a traitor named Perturabo. This is a blasphemous act of defiance and sin that reaches the heavens!"

"One of them is: defying Heaven and defying fate!"

"That scoundrel, boasting of his intelligence and talent, falsely claims that 'the gods are absurd.' He peers into the heavens with the eyes of an ant, and measures the work of gods with ordinary iron tools."

"The rising and setting of the sun, the falling rain that nourishes all things, are all due to the 'natural nature of things'. How dare you cut out the heart and remove the saint, causing the people to doubt God's grace!"

"The second is: sophistry to confuse the public!"

"He held heretical doctrines, invented the 'Allegory of the Cave,' falsely claiming that God was a phantom imprisoned in fire, and deceived the people into abandoning their temples and pursuing the sea of ​​stars."

"They even used the demonic device 'The Thinker' to deceive the ignorant, forging astrological maps and disrupting the natural order of the universe, leaving their followers dazzled and shaken!"

"The third is: blasphemy against the Holy Majesty!"

"In court, he demanded, 'Where is the divine punishment?' He used his mortal body to presume to test the majesty of heaven."

"God's silence is a mercy, but they accuse God of cowardice!"

"Still inciting the people, saying, 'If the gods will not bless us, why not destroy them?'"—this is a poison that will split the heavens and destroy morality!

"The fourth is: destroying the foundation and ending the sacrifices!"

"In the debate, they insulted the priests like straw dogs and shattered the holy words like dust."

"The incense in the temples has withered, and the chanting at the altars has almost ceased."

"If this continues, people will no longer pray to God, but will bow down to this beast!"

"I beg the gods to punish this beast with thunder and show the power of heaven to Olympia!"

"If we allow rebellion to prevail, the holy foundation will crumble and the faith of all ages will be wasted!"

"I bow again in fear and tremble, and I weep blood to hear this. I only hope that the gods will have mercy on me!"

Rodusk fell to the ground and wept bitterly, "Now all the guardian temples of the states have been slaughtered by him. His crime is the same as Antaram's rebellion against the gods."

"Gods above, why don't you punish me? Isn't it... isn't it true that our gods are false?"

Year after year, day after day, he counted Perturabo's sins in the Pantheon.

But the gods never responded to him.

This made Lodusk feel extremely painful. Why did this happen?

"If even such a lunatic is not punished and is allowed to go unpunished, then what should we, the devout believers of the gods, do?"

Lodusk burst into tears, his hoarse voice filled with despair and confusion.

"God! Save your pious people!"