Chapter 742 A man came to buy melons
Some people jokingly say that the human empire is a medieval system walking in the deep space of the universe, but this is not the case. It is only because the medieval system was too advanced, and many parts of the empire have not reached this level.

There are all kinds of birds in a big forest. For a huge regime like the Empire that spans the galaxy, there are more than millions of worlds under its jurisdiction. You can't even see the end of it!
There are those who watch wild animals baring their teeth in the wild world, there are also the time-tested feudal warriors who have three wives and four concubines in the barbaric world, and there are even cyberpunks, cyborg macho men who think about doing great things every day.

In a word, in the Human Empire, you will witness the unparalleled diversity of the world and the historical diversity of the human race over the past 40,000 years.

However, the reasons for this situation are very complicated. Apart from the imperial conditions such as the subspace, there are only two reasons: one is communication and the other is transportation.

Looking at the five Ricks that stopped in front of his stall and ate watermelons frantically, Na Risong smiled, especially the big black Rick that paused for a few seconds. The spy Xiaowan was indeed rich, and today's business depended on them.

"Brother, you don't know!"

"What I just said was the current situation of the Empire at the end of the Great Crusade. But since the Lord of Black Light felt the hardships of the people's lives and issued imperial decrees beyond the star field, this situation has been rewritten."

"Oh? Tell me more! To be honest, I just got off the production line and don't know much about the current situation of the empire. Please give me some general knowledge."

After saying that, Black Pirick, whose real name was Tinker Bell but who was actually the Silent King Szalak, stretched out his round hand, picked up another blue watermelon from the melon stall, stuffed it into his mouth with the skin and flesh, and motioned Narisong to explain it to him.

As the saying goes, you should never hit a smiling person. Seeing these Ricks being so generous, today must be a great harvest. Na Risong immediately said:
"Don't panic, brother! Listen to me carefully."

"Ever since 11000 years ago, the Lord of Black Light, my good uncle Hogg, invented the Nila Terminal Base Station, allowing all things in the galaxy to communicate without restrictions, the world has changed."

"Oh! I know this. Now the Kara network has covered the entire galaxy. Not only humans, but also us, ah, even many alien creatures have been incorporated into the Kara network. It's really good."

Upon hearing this, Szalak added that he did have a good impression of the Kara Network. Although he attracted some yellow-skinned people the first time he went online, this thing was obviously a powerful weapon of the Empire. He had been relying on the Kara Network to learn about the Empire these past two days.

"Of course not! Nowadays, no matter where you are in the galaxy, as long as you have a terminal, you can connect to the Kara network to browse information, and you can also play games to relax in your spare time.

Even the state religion has innovated and launched a puzzle activity on the Kara network where everyone competes to become the chosen little god, so that every citizen can enjoy the light of two suns from an early age. I heard that after purchasing 648 loyalty coupons, you can also get a loyalty figurine personally blessed by the emperor. It's amazing!"

Szalak wanted to refute something but couldn't. Although he was the King of Silence, the Necrons were at least the spokespersons for physical technology. They were naturally disliked of such superstitious things, which reminded him of an unnamed fraudster star god.

"The two suns you mentioned, aren't they the Lord of Humanity and the Lord of Black Light?"

"That's right! The big sun is the emperor, and the second sun is Hogg, the son of the God-Emperor. With these two suns flying in the sky, we can never repay their kindness in our lifetime!"

There was no sign of fakeness on Na Risong's face, and the crowd around him who heard him speak also looked proud of it. Some of the little men in red robes even excitedly started a dance, praying that the Lord of Black Light would grant them supreme wisdom.

Such a strange sight made Szalak feel a bit weird. He always felt that this human empire was a little abnormal. It was very different from what Tarasim and himself had said about the current state of the empire.

【Isn't it the Milky Way Lighthouse? 】

After reaching a deal with the Emperor, Szalak was fully prepared. He read the book "The Imperial Truth" several times. Add to that the constant flattery from Trazyn and the other three, and he almost described the atmosphere of the Empire as sweet.

Seeing that the Silent King looked unhappy, Taraxin hurriedly spoke out to stop them, told the group of lunatics to go play somewhere else, and signaled Narisong to talk about something else so as not to scare away the sucker he had tricked with great difficulty.

"Anything else? All right then! Judging from the way you look, you might really be Rick, who just came off the production line. It's normal for you to feel confused about this situation.

I'll wait for you to join the various legions. Do you want to join our White Scars? I'm still the captain of the fourth company. Although I haven't returned to the legion for many years, my position is still there. The legion is currently attacking Comoros, and we need guys like you who are good at battlefield maintenance. If you have experience in vehicle modification, it would be even better. As long as you join the legion, you will be given the position of technical sergeant, and rice, flour and oil will be given on holidays. "

Trazyn quickly refused and said that they had been chosen by the emperor and would soon enter the palace to serve as messengers.

In response to this, Na Risong showed an envious look and continued to explain:

"In that case, I won't charge you any money. I'll just treat it as a way to keep in touch with you. Who knows, one day I might even call you my Lord Nine Thousand Years Old.

What was I talking about just now? Yes! Our human empire has its own national conditions. I believe that you were recorded into the imperial truth when you were born, but this thing is right and wrong. After all, the subspace does exist.

In order to deal with the corruption of the warp and to unite the empire, the state religion is indeed a last resort. Since you are about to enter the palace, you are one of us.

I'm going to tell you a secret, you mustn't tell anyone!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the four Undead Ricks except the Silent King lowered their heads and kept silent, thinking to themselves, why is this person so nagging? Just sell your melons properly, why does he have to keep talking there? What if he really says something bad?
But Na Risong didn't care about that. As a White Scar disciple with great literary and artistic talent, being talkative is the main characteristic of every racing kid. This is a powerful talent hidden in the genes. Otherwise, how could he become a Mongolian top laner?
Looking around, seeing that he had not attracted any fallen angels, Na Risong said:
“Let me tell you something. At the beginning, the Emperor was seriously injured and almost lost control after he sat on the Golden Throne. But there are also rumors that there is a Brass Throne underneath the throne. The Emperor lost to the Kobold in the hook-pulling competition.

In short, if the Primarchs had not worked hard to use the cursed warriors and ghost crystals to consume the Emperor, the Emperor would have been driven into a fool by his faith. "

"Ah, this! Are you talking about your own Lord of Mankind like this?" Szalak's face showed surprise. He knew that the vendor in front of him was a Space Marine, and these modified soldiers should be loyal to the Emperor, so why were they so rude?

"Hey, you are still young. When you have more contact with the Emperor, you will understand why I said that. Loyalty is not in words. I do believe in the Emperor, but that does not mean that he has a noble character.

In fact, sometimes the Emperor does not look like a monarch. Others may not understand this, but how can I not understand this? I am a veteran of the Long War, and I have been fighting since the return of the White Scars.

I've eaten more salt than you've drunk motor oil!
And I want to remind you that the Emperor is very careful. If he holds a grudge against you, he won’t kill you, but it will definitely be unpleasant.”

"What about the second sun?"

Na Risong rolled his eyes, motioned Szalak to look around, and finally patted his watermelon:

"How should I put it? His Highness Hogg is a good man. Without him, there would be no Kara Network and Stargate, and the Empire would not be connected again. Considering his various contributions, he has a very good reputation among the common people of the Empire, except for the nobles.

Don't underestimate the watermelon in your hand. It was shipped from my hometown. There is not even a blade of grass in Holy Terra. It is only because of the convenient transportation and low prices now that otherwise this watermelon could drain out half a year's salary of a Star Army soldier.

As for personal morality, I can only say that His Highness Hogg is like a father. If you make him bear a grudge, you'd better start over in your next life. Especially don't insult his hairstyle or damage his sofa."

"Is it that ugly hairstyle?"

Following the direction of Szalak's finger, they saw a silver-haired man wearing black armor, with a big sword on his body, an incense burner on his head, and green smoke coming out of his body walking towards them. Behind him were two primarchs and a group of muscular cat-men with wild looks.

"What are you looking at? How dare you say bad things about me? Come on guys!"

(End of this chapter)