According to intelligence.
Webway branch D15764 suffered an unknown attack, causing the collapse of nodes and port buildings in the area.
Many green-skinned orcs also died.
All of this was caused by some ancient forbidden weapon with incredible destructive power.
The physical laws of the attacked area were affected, and the stationed Redemption Titan was torn apart, becoming a twisted piece of scrap metal.
"An enemy capable of operating on the Webway and wielding ancient weapons..."
Ron's expression grew serious.
For more than half a century, the Webway has remained secure and virtually unaffected by any threats.
This made him think that he could rest assured about the section of the webway he owned.
But this attack is a warning.
The Webway does not belong solely to the Savior, there are many other forces entrenched within it, and it may face more threats at any time.
They risk losing their webway.
The Savior's territory was developed based on the Internet, and too many production and expansion operations are based on high-speed routes.
It is not only the key to the development of the territory, but also involves the future of the empire.
If the Savior Territory loses the Webway, it will immediately lose its potential for further development and will be reduced to a top regional power.
It's probably just a bit stronger than Ultramar.
That was a result he could not accept in any way.
"I hope this attack is just an isolated incident, and not an organized attack by some ancient force."
Ron took a deep breath and gave the order.
He asked the intelligence department to find the perpetrators of the attack as quickly as possible, and at the same time, the network's guard forces should remain on high alert.
Make sure that the network construction work goes smoothly.
That is related to the next stage of development of the Savior's territory and is also the key to the empire's recovery.
"My lord, you should change your clothes."
The head maid Linda came in and gently reminded.
The head maid has served the Savior for nearly a century. The maids around her have rotated for generations, but she has never changed.
With the blessing and care of advanced biotechnology, she still maintains her beauty and vitality.
The savior had no intention of changing people.
It's mainly because of habit. It's not easy to have someone who is loyal, understands you, and is emotionally attached to you.
Ron nodded, turned off the dataslate and stood up.
Afterwards, maids came in one after another, carrying gorgeous dark gold robes and ornaments.
Linda came forward and skillfully helped him change his clothes, tidied his clothes, and took care of all the details.
She hoped that the savior would appear in front of the people of the empire in the best possible image.
All this is said without words.
Due to the tacit understanding that had existed for decades or even hundreds of years, Ron no longer needed to say anything, and the head maid could handle everything concerning his daily life.
Including any aspects.
After Ron changed into a dark gold robe, he boarded the shuttle surrounded by the Thunder Guards and headed for the surface of Holy Terra.
The war is now temporarily over.
What awaits him next will be various ceremonies and social events lasting several years.
Countless imperial nobles, rulers, high-ranking warriors and clergymen were looking forward to an audience with the Primarch of Hope.
They longed to obtain the soon-to-be-issued access permit to the Savior's Webway.
…
City of Wishes.
This is a huge complex located on the outskirts of the Holy Terra Palace, with many Ministry of Internal Affairs offices and residential areas.
The towering buildings are filled with cramped spaces, and tens of billions of government officials work and live in this city, and it has been like this for generations.
For most of them, their ancestors have served Holy Terra for nearly ten thousand years.
Even so, all these government officials could have was a small living room.
That is already a great gift from heaven.
Because the price of every square meter of land in Holy Terra is more expensive than a governor's palace in other hive worlds.
Fortunately, government officials have become accustomed to the cramped living environment and the complicated and endless work tasks.
Even dying from exhaustion at work is normal.
People are used to this and won't feel sentimental or sad when a new face appears at the desk next to them.
But it is to celebrate the return of the deceased colleague's soul to the throne.
Maybe one day, I will have the honor to follow in his footsteps.
These lowest-level government officials can only get enough food and water to fill their stomachs every day, and have almost no personal property.
There is no time to use them.
Although their lives were much better than those of the slaves on Holy Terra, compared to the nobles or governors of some planets, their lives were miserable.
It is this group of people who hold enormous power.
Within the empire, massive amounts of document information are input into this city of wishers every day.
Each of the thick documents handled by government officials may be related to the fate of tens of billions of people or an entire planet.
They decide whether a document will be approved or submitted.
Or stay forever in a dark corner where no one knows.
The vast territory of the empire has created endless events that need to be dealt with. The destruction and establishment of planetary regimes, the invasion of chaos and aliens are all popping up like mushrooms after rain.
There's no way I can finish it.
The high lords can only use their time to deal with the most important batch.
As for the rest, it was left to the hundreds of millions of government officials under him to handle.
But this still can't finish the process.
This also led to the fact that no one knew about the establishment and destruction of some planetary regimes.
Even though they had submitted the relevant documents to Holy Terra hundreds of years ago, the tithe was still being paid normally.
No one knows what happened.
Anyway, the relevant programs are running in a confused manner.
Some planets may also be inexplicably required to bear more taxes due to procedural errors by government officials, which may lead to rebellions and chaos invasions, spreading into disasters that ravage more than a dozen star regions.
This finally attracted the attention of the imperial high-ranking officials, and finally an extermination order was issued, and countless lives were silently annihilated.
But this cannot be blamed on the government officials involved.
They have given all their faith, efforts, and even their lives.
Fortunately, these procedural errors were not too numerous, and even if some planets were lost, the empire could barely hold on.
This administrative system remains one of the empire's greatest safeguards.
Snap!
"Emperor, there are finally no mistakes this time!"
Naresen happily passed a calculated document and calmed his dizzy head.
Her workstation is a two-square-meter cubicle, which is theoretically quite spacious.
But that's just in theory.
The bulky steel desks, as well as the mechanical equipment and supervisory devices housed within them, make the space extremely cramped.
This makes it extremely difficult for people living inside to even turn around.
All Naresen could do was stretch his neck.
She looked up and could only see the lights on the roof close at hand, which made her electronic eyes feel a little uncomfortable.
Due to the constant close-range lighting all year round, the eyesight of many government officials has long been damaged.
Fortunately, the Ministry of Government Affairs has some benevolent protection policies that can replace electronic prosthetic eyes for relevant personnel free of charge.
This way they can save time for their eyes to rest and improve their work efficiency.
"Praise the Emperor."
Naresen prayed silently, feeling grateful for everything he had, and even more grateful that he could contribute to the great Emperor.
These lucky ones have important missions and keep the empire running.
This department, which has tens of thousands of people, is very quiet. No one speaks. The only sounds are the rustling of pages turning and the crisp sound of mechanical stamps.
Buzz~
A buzzing sound was heard.
When Naresen heard the noise, he straightened his back immediately and continued to process the documents in front of him, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
That's the noise of the servoskull running.
One wall of the compartment was left bare, exposing everyone to the surveillance of the overseeing servoskull.
That machine, made of the skulls of honorably deceased directors of this office, has been running for centuries.
It maintains this office and is also responsible for delivering corresponding instructions.
Fortunately, the servoskull did not send out any warning messages or point out any errors in her working procedures.
Instead, it floated straight towards a compartment.
This made Nareson feel relieved.
She continued to calculate for several hours and finally finished processing the pile of documents.
Then she lifted the heavy bronze grille and pressed the button on the small communication transmitter inside.
Not long after.
The wide slot in the cubicle for transferring documents rose, and the robotic arm brought in a new pile of documents.
That is also today's task.
"I still have four hours to finish these documents."
Naresen skillfully evaluates the progress of work. After years of training, she has become a mature political official.
As the office had just experienced a year of intensive overtime work, the work results exceeded expectations.
So no extra overtime work is needed this month.
She worked fourteen hours today and would be able to return to her residence to rest in four hours.
That was a happy moment.
Naresen had not left the office building for years. He stayed in the cubicle during the day and returned to his residence at night, a larger cubicle with only a bed.
His only possession was a wooden statue of the emperor.
That's what she used when she prayed.
They had strictly regulated times for going to the bathroom and dining room, and were allowed to go to chapel once a month.
Occasionally they had to go to the steward's office, which was a moment that everyone dreaded.
Fortunately, she is always praised.
Naresen inherited his father's position at the age of fourteen and entered this office building. Since then, he has never seen the sky outside.
Our knowledge of the sky, the earth, the entire galaxy, and even the outside world all comes from the documents that are delivered endlessly every day.
She is also determined to become a better political official than her father.
Therefore, she has made almost no mistakes over the years and has received a lot of praise.
Suddenly, soothing Imperial Music began to be heard from a compartment within the area, emanating from the old Overwatch Servo-Skull.
Everyone who heard the sacred music stopped and prayed silently.
That foreshadowed the passing of a colleague and his return to the throne, which deserved everyone's blessings.
Naresen was also praying silently.
She watched as two servitors entered the compartment and soon dragged out a body wrapped in scripture cloth with the Imperial Sky Eagle emblem on it.
That was his most glorious moment, bearing the gazes of everyone.
Even the steward came out to see.
Many people remembered the name of the deceased and thought of everything that happened with him in the past.
The same is true for Naresen.
She suddenly thought of her colleague named Weir, who had proudly told her that he had a newborn son.
The little guy was born on the Feast of the Ascension of the Emperor and was blessed by the priest. He will definitely be a loyal and intelligent believer and government official in the future.
That was more than 20 years ago.
A strong young man will be born in the cubicle not far away and will inherit everything from his father.
"Maybe not..."
Naresen's somewhat swollen head thought of one thing, that is, their office has not had any new staff for many years, and no new instructions have come in.
This has led to a continuous increase in working hours.
Sure enough, after the colleague's body was dragged out, the manager issued instructions to this office.
To ensure progress.
The remaining twenty people in the office have to work an extra half hour to process the extra documents.
"Our work is vital, for the Emperor, for Holy Terra!"
The steward forced his voice to the top of his lungs and spoke enthusiastically.
The steward was so weak that he was about to collapse, and people were worried that he would be the next one to be dragged away.
But he still maintains his passion because he knows he has an important mission.
"For the Emperor, for Holy Terra!"
Not only the general manager, but other government officials also felt so and they felt proud.
The Emperor needs them, the Imperium needs them.
The empire's territories at war also need them.
This is a war material accounting department located several kilometers underground, responsible for logistical support work.
Their data is crucial.
Bang!
The wide slot in the cubicle for transferring documents rose again, delivering additional files.
Naresen realized that he might not be able to finish the work within the stipulated time.
She busied herself anxiously, not wanting any flaws in her work.
That involves countless lives.
She couldn't help trembling when she saw the cold word "Tyron" on the document.
The terrifying Tyranids are attacking the empire's territory, planets are falling, and even the solar system is affected!
The higher-level departments need the accounting data of this department.
For the accuracy of the data.
Several departments were urgently established in this way.
Naresen has been in charge of this accounting work for more than 20 years, summarizing the necessary answers from massive amounts of material data.
Then, it is submitted to the upper-level department, which will perform more complex calculations.
Finally providing the correct supplies to the Astra Militarum troops heading to the front lines to support them.
Naresen was busy.
She corrected a mistake she had made on the document, then stamped it and sent it off along with the processed document.
The servitors will collect all the documents and send them to the upper levels.
But as she closed the fence, her dizzy mind suddenly woke up: "Emperor, I made a mistake. The same wrong data was sent out!"
Naresen realized that he had made a mistake.
There was a similar erroneous data in her previous batch of documents, but she did not correct it in time and instead sent it out.
That's just a guess.
Naresen couldn't remember whether he corrected it or not.
She turned pale and hesitated to report her mistake.
Maybe the mistake didn't happen and it was just my imagination, or maybe the subsequent inspectors will be able to find out the mistake?
But she still pressed the communicator tremblingly and reported the mistake.
"I understand. There will be follow-up procedures."
The steward replied coldly.
After a few seconds, he continued, "Naresen, you are one of the best people in this office and you shouldn't make such a mistake.
You must accept the punishment and reflect on yourself seriously!"
Afterwards, the manager asked a special checker to retrieve the documents and return them to the original compartment for recalculation.
After Naresen finished his report, he breathed slightly and gradually relaxed.
She did not betray her faith in the Emperor, nor conceal her mistakes, even when such reporting would have brought punishment upon herself.
The loyal government official calmed down and continued with his work.
She couldn't afford to make any more mistakes.
Naresen took out another document and saw familiar words in it - Primarch of Hope, Savior.
That is the hero of the empire.
She looked at the name, her heart filled with anticipation, and she longed for the opportunity to witness the Primarch's heroic figure.
From the many documents I have processed and the chats with my colleagues.
Naresen vaguely knew some of the deeds of the Primarch.
He was a hero of the Empire, having achieved outstanding feats in the Holy Terra Lunar War and the Charadon War, saving countless lives.
After learning of the Tyranid alien attack, that being resolutely led his army to fight.
He is currently in Baal, the homeland of the Blood Angels, leading the Empire's fleet to fight against the Tyranids, protecting the safety of the Empire and humanity!
Naresen felt honored when he thought about this.
Because I am also participating in this war, providing my own help to that great being and making my own insignificant contribution.
Her department had been tasked with accounting for war supplies for the Battle of Baal for more than twenty years.
Those accounting data will eventually be used in the logistics department.
Provide the Astra Militarum troops bound for Baal with suitable supplies to enable them to fight the Tyranids on the battlefield.
Since Naresen and his colleagues accepted that sacred task, they have never left the office and have been endlessly processing related documents.
Until now.
They are still giving their all to that war.
Naresen admired the brave, tenacious and unyielding Primarch of Hope and the Savior very much. She even knew what he looked like.
I still see that existence in my dreams occasionally.
She dreamed that she met with the being and told him her insignificant contribution.
He was also rewarded with an Imperial Sky Eagle of his own.
Naresen used his peripheral vision to observe the position of the monitoring servo skull, and after confirming that it was safe, he quietly opened a small compartment under the transfer device.
There is a portrait of the Primarch of Hope, the Savior. In the portrait, the Primarch of Hope is wearing golden armor and looks so handsome, especially his face.
Very attractive.
She took a look and quickly covered it up.
The portrait was attached to an unknown document and was left on the floor of the compartment.
Naresen was lucky enough to pick up the portrait and secretly hid it.
That was the only time she violated her faith and did not report the incident, and the portrait of the Savior became her most hidden and precious possession.
After Naresen finished looking at the portrait, he continued to process the documents.
But gradually.
Her heart sank because the servitor had not yet sent back the wrong document as per the procedure.
"Could it be that those documents were sent to the upper levels?"
Naresen was a little worried.
She was worried that the mistake would be caught by higher-ups and lead to punishment for the office.
He was even more worried that his mistakes would affect the war far away in Baal and the savior.
squeak!
The alarm sounded.
That was an emergency notification signal, and everyone immediately stopped working and kept quiet.
Naresen's face turned even paler, fearing that the alarm was because of him.
"Praise the Emperor, we have the Primarch's favor..."
The manager remained enthusiastic: "In these three days, we have to complete more work tasks.
On the fourth day, we will have eight hours of free time to go to the ground to participate in a grand victory celebration.
At that time, the great Imperial Regent and Primarch of Hope will both appear at the celebration!"
This drew cheers and admiration from the crowd.
They were given eight precious hours to go to the ground to participate in the celebrations and then come back to continue working.
No one realized there was anything wrong.
Naresen realized this and had a question: "Hopefully, the Primarch has arrived at Holy Terra, so what happened to the Battle of Baal?"
But she didn't know who to turn to for answers.
Because this is an issue not related to work and is not within the procedure.
"Perhaps, I'll know the answer at the celebration?"
She thought so.
Unfortunately, these government officials had no idea that the Battle of Baal had ended many years ago.
Like some departments, they were forgotten in the complicated processes and were forced to continue operating.
Even now their existence has no meaning.
If it weren't for the victory ceremony, the government department would have issued a communication to the entire planet.
These personnel will continue their meaningless work until they are completely forgotten by the logistics personnel and all supplies are cut off.
Eventually died in a corner where no one knew.
…
A gorgeous dark gold shuttle flew over the sky above the City of Wishes.
Ron frowned as he looked at the messy, slum-like buildings below.
It's hard to imagine.
This is one of the core areas of the empire.
Documents and policies that influenced the fate of the empire came from here.
I can only say that this broken car of the Empire is really durable.
Ron looked at the gray sky, which was cloudless.
The natural water and last clouds on this human home planet were exhausted during the Horus Heresy.
"Holy Coward Terra."
He thought about the webway again, and his mood grew worse: "This shabby place needs a makeover!"
Ron forced himself to think of something happy.
For example, taking advantage of the opportunity of transformation to take advantage of Holy Terra.
The Sanctuary Library here is said to hold much of the galaxy's ancient and sinister knowledge.
Information such as the Iron Man or the Yemenga Stone