Whether it is fire or physical removal, we must first find a way to get close to it.
There seems to be a kind of magic on this seedling. Everyone who walks into it can hear a singing from the soul, which makes people unable to put their hands on it.
I finally chose to give up and pretend that this incident never happened after banning this hall.
After the killing night, I didn't go to this hall again for more than two months.
But recently I have been having nightmares, dreaming that a fruit with a human face grew on that seedling, and Pearson's face was on it, laughing at me, laughing that I would not be able to escape the final doom. p>
He would beg me again, begging me to give him relief; and then when I wanted to ask him what was going on, his face suddenly shattered and turned into the faces of all the brothers who died that night.
They looked at me together, and I woke up in a panic. I seemed to be able to hear their singing at the last moment I woke up:
"Be one with me..."
I'm going to destroy it! When I woke up, I didn't hesitate for a moment. I walked straight from the palace to the hall in my pajamas and barefoot.
In the moonlight at night, the entire palace was extremely quiet. Along the way, I walked past the dozing guard and headed towards the front hall. Just through a door, I could see it again.
I was alone at night, and after two months, I opened the dusty door of this hall again.
Sure enough, it has grown up again! The height of the seedling is now a foot, and more leaves are growing from its branches!
I can even see that its gray roots have penetrated the soil and the stone tray that supports it at some point, and are gently rhythmizing in the fountain pool!
Yes! The Emperor is above, and its roots can move!
It seems that although the last killing did not leave the body to it, there must be something that I cannot see that was left behind so that it can continue to grow.
So, does the soul really exist? It seems that my belief in the Emperor is far from pious enough. This is my retribution.
I'm going to ruin it!
But I can't do it. No matter how many ways I try to hurt it, it will return to its original shape overnight.
I don't dare to throw it out, that will only lead to worse results.
It has grown so big without my attention. I can't fool myself into throwing it farther and naively thinking that everything will be fine.
In the end, I chose to spend a huge price. I spent half a year's output of the entire galaxy to get a set of small stasis fields from black market merchants.
This is the best way I can think of. Since you can't destroy it, at least let it stop its damn growth.
The effect of the stasis field is very good, and it has no disadvantages except for the power consumption.
Fortunately, I have no obligation to explain to anyone the whereabouts of this new energy line, and the seedling finally stopped growing.
I seem to be able to see the plain and happy days waving to me again. Your Majesty, please grant me a decent ending.
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Eleven years of quiet time have made my brothers and I extremely grateful for the Emperor's generosity.
I almost forgot that this document existed. After all, there is nothing that can be deliberately written down in peaceful days.
In the past thirty years, the brothers have gradually integrated into the social circle, and some have already had their own children after marrying local nobles.
This is something worth celebrating, after all, it means that the Corps finally has its own offspring.
Forget it, decades before the Battle of Mandela, I had permanently lost this function in a battle with the greenskins.
I decided to confirm this child as my heir so that he can enjoy the wonderful life we built for him.
Something is really wrong with the mining planet next door! If it weren’t for the reminder from the passing Captain Charter, I really wouldn’t have noticed that the last tax payment in orbit was 3 years ago!
Captain Charter said that under the scan of his ship's crude auspicious device, there was almost no sign of life on the mining planet.
Something has gone wrong! What should I do? Thinking about the missing inquisitor before, I seem to have smelled an unknown smell.
I decided to seek help from the higher-ups and blocked traffic within the system as soon as possible.
Fortunately, we have no contact with the mining planet. It is the territory of the rogue trader Sidney, and the same is true for the agricultural planet.
That bastard Sidney! He will pay for his actions!
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Another ten years have passed.
We have almost become accustomed to life without attached planets.
If I hadn't been reminded by the deteriorating economic conditions after the loss of trade in the hive city, I really wouldn't want to think about these troublesome things.
I can't count on the administrative efficiency of the empire, after all, there are so many things in such a large territory.
From a matter being reported, to the central decision-making body receiving documents, to confirming information, drawing conclusions, determining measures, and determining specific implementation personnel and materials...
If the empire can be regarded as a kind of creature, then its timeline may never be in the same dimension as us mortals.
I can still wait, because if I can afford life-extending surgery, I still have at least 200 years left to live.
But for the civilians at the lower level, their entire life may be just a time of distraction in the eyes of the empire.
But some people reacted quickly. We finally know what the power behind the rogue trader mentioned by the late former Secretary of State Sir Bernard was.
An Astartes Chapter! Yes, only this kind of group, which is the leader of the empire's armed forces, can provide enough protection for a Rogue Trader whose business scope covers several star sectors.
Likewise, only this kind of group can wait for ten years before appearing here to erase traces of their asylum, even though they know that the Inquisition is watching.
I was already aware of this when the garrison on the system defense system informed me of the identity of the visiting cruiser.
The arrogant and domineering businessman Mr. Sidney has probably been crushed to ashes somewhere unknown.
This is the meaning of white gloves. When they are not dirty, they look bright no matter how you look at them; but if they are dirty, the only way to go is to be destroyed.
Presumably these emperor's angels are extremely angry at this moment.
After all, as a spokesperson in a certain sense, you always have to choose between honesty and intelligence.
Either you are honest, so when you get into trouble, someone will wipe your ass in time;
Either you are very smart, and if you share enough benefits, you will always make most people shut up for you.
But if you are neither honest nor smart, then the fate of this person will serve as a lesson to you.
I don't feel any sadness about his disappearance, I'm even a little happy.
But when the command authority of the Orbital Defense Force was suddenly taken over, and the familiar meteor shower began to fall in the sky, I understood what it means to have a city gate on fire, affecting Chiyu.
I might be dying. Dying for such a ridiculous reason, just because we know that this rogue trader once existed.
And those buried with him were the entire hive city.
I am Hailan, Governor Hailan, who will soon involve the entire hive city people to be buried with me.