Chapter 405: The Great Archangel Sanguinius Uses the Spear of Long-Suffering Accomplishment

Kaniya. Danta's world-shocking kneel left Zhou Yun stunned on the spot,

For a moment, Kaniya. Danta treated Zhou Yun as if he were a statue in a church, pouring out all the bitterness in her heart to him.

"You don't know, you don't know how rotten that group of old things is!"

"Back then, the High Lord Council said they would give a seat to a Rogue Trader, and the major Rogue Trader families held a meeting to discuss it."

"At that time, I had only taken over the family for seven or eight years, my qualifications were still considered shallow."

"That group of old things said something about how Rogue Traders hadn't produced a High Lord in two thousand years, and that I had just taken over the family and already had a chance — this must be the will of Hua Di Huang."

"Then, regardless of whether I agreed or not, they shoved this position onto me, saying the High Lord was the most powerful position in the Empire, and that once I became High Lord, all the trade near Terra would be stuffed to me."

"Thirty years! In these thirty years as High Lord, besides reviewing documents, it was nothing but power struggles with other High Lords. Being able to sleep two hours a day, I had to thank Hua Di Huang for the grace."

"As for trade near Terra — pah! The other High Lords were always causing trouble for my trade ships, making every single deal a maddening headache. Not losing money over the whole year was already considered good."

"Thirty years! In these thirty years, I, a Rogue Trader of noble standing with Hua Di Huang's blood-signed warrant, haven't even run a single voyage."

"My lord, I beg you, I don't want to be High Lord anymore, I want to run ships! Let me go run ships!"

In Kaniya. Danta's tear-filled eyes, Zhou Yun couldn't see a single trace of attachment to power — it was filled entirely with longing to run ships.

Originally, Zhou Yun had wanted to strip Kaniya. Danta of her High Lord position. He had expected to encounter obstruction, but in the end it turned into her begging Zhou Yun to remove her.

For a moment, Zhou Yun felt rather fortunate that he had pushed back the position Ji Li Man had tried to force on him.

Look at that — what a fine Rogue Trader she was, tortured by the High Lord position into this state.

Kaniya. Danta was actually still young, not even sixty-something years old to this day. Under rejuvenation technology, her physical condition should be about the same as a young person in their twenties or thirties.

But in reality, Kaniya. Danta looked even older than old Viceroy Viceroy Tiruien, and her muscles and skin kept twitching abnormally — clearly there were many hidden ailments within her body.

"Think about it — back then I was still a young Rogue Trader girl, sailing freely through the galaxy earning money by the will of Hua Di Huang."

"Then in the blink of an eye, I was thrown into this cage called High Lord and locked up for thirty years, enduring thirty long years of toil and torment."

"Who am I supposed to reason with about this! On what grounds! Hua Di Huang signed the warrant in blood, letting our family run ships for a lifetime!"

Kaniya. Danta was a mess of tears and snot, and had even started clinging to Zhou Yun's thigh,

With the air of someone who'd either have her High Lord duties stripped so she could go back to running ships, or be killed on the spot.

Watching the weeping Kaniya. Danta, Zhou Yun silently picked up another dorayaki from the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then Zhou Yun pulled out the dismissal order signed by Ji Li Man from his four-dimensional pocket and waved it in front of Kaniya. Danta.

Kaniya. Danta blankly raised her head and glanced at the dismissal order. After clearly reading what was written on it, her gaze instantly went rigid.

Wherever Zhou Yun waved the dismissal order, Kaniya. Danta's eyeballs followed.

When Zhou Yun handed the dismissal order to Kaniya. Danta, she directly hugged the dismissal order and wept bitterly, her mouth full of words of gratitude toward Zhou Yun.

But after Kaniya. Danta calmed down and took a careful look at the dismissal order, she was struck as if by lightning.

This dismissal order did indeed relieve Kaniya. Danta of her duties as High Lord, but it did not relieve her of her position as Rogue Trader spokesperson.

It also did not permit Kaniya. Danta to leave Terra and return to her family's flagship to freely run ships.

Instead, it ordered Kaniya. Danta to immediately proceed to the Rogue Trader headquarters on Terra — Chenglejiaotang — and begin taking charge of rebuilding the Empire's now-shattered trade routes.

It could only be said that Kaniya. Danta had never carefully studied history, and didn't know what kind of person Ji Li Man truly was.

Ji Li Man might strip her of her power, but he would never let her stop working.

Kaniya. Danta turned to Zhou Yun with a pleading look once more.

"You are so merciful." Kaniya. Danta said almost in a wail: "I beg you, do not stint this mercy."

". This is already the best treatment Ji Li Man can give you."

"My mercy must also yield to the needs of reality."

Zhou Yun's expression twitched imperceptibly, then he said:

"Or do you not even want this, and still want to remain High Lord?"

Saying so, Zhou Yun reached to snatch the dismissal order back from Kaniya. Danta's hands.

Kaniya. Danta froze in place. She suspected Zhou Yun might be bluffing — that this Saint Doraemon had come from the start aiming to dismiss her.

But she didn't dare move. She had been trapped in the High Lord's cage for far, far too long. Any way to escape the High Lord position was one she was unwilling to give up.

Once, in order to shake off the High Lord's duties, Kaniya. Danta had even attempted suicide.

But as a High Lord, she was no longer an individual. Whether the Rogue Traders, the High Lords who treated Kaniya. Danta as an ally, or even hostile High Lords who wanted to maintain stability — none of them were willing to let her die.

The guards around her were vigilant at all times, protecting Kaniya. Danta's safety. The finest doctors, pharmacists, and Magos of the Cult Mechanicus on all of Terra ensured she absolutely would not die before sudden death took her.

Compared to the cage of being High Lord, retreating to Chenglejiaotang to handle trade routes was already quite good.

Kaniya. Danta gripped the dismissal order tightly, accepting Ji Li Man's order with joy and a touch of bitterness.

"Don't be afraid, work hard — the galaxy will recover soon." Zhou Yun patted Kaniya. Danta's shoulder, his fingers quietly brushing across the hot performance script board & robot director, lending his words a thick persuasive force: "When that time comes, you'll be able to freely run ships."

Zhou Yun had heard Ji Li Man speak of Kaniya. Danta's political record — among the twelve High Lords, she belonged to the least worm-like batch. Her understanding of trade and shipping routes far exceeded what any ordinary person should possess.

But Zhou Yun had just noticed that Kaniya. Danta had strong self-destructive tendencies — this was an emotion belonging to the Ruinous Powers' domain of decay and destruction, and Zhou Yun was very sensitive to this — this was very bad. Such a fine workhorse couldn't be allowed to kill herself.

So Zhou Yun gave her a pep talk, gave her a bit of hope, let her work hard and not die.

After soothing Kaniya. Danta a few more times, Zhou Yun took another one from the dwindling dorayaki and left Kaniya. Danta's palace in the imperial palace.

Kaniya. Danta watched in some surprise the dorayaki that had nearly been eaten clean.

It seemed Saint Doraemon really did still like eating dorayaki.

But what struck Kaniya. Danta as strange was that if Saint Doraemon wanted a few more, he only needed to stuff them into his four-dimensional pocket.

Why bother controlling his avatar, that Huang Huang Daxiong, to take another one — and Huang Huang Daxiong even ate the dorayaki himself.

The sound of steel, iron, steam, and promethium burning echoed unceasingly through the room, hurting Yiltu. Simoterien's ears and making his nerves twitch uncontrollably.

His assistant minister Nisos supported Yiltu as they crossed over those cumbersome, thick, yet-unorganized cables.

Every time he came to Terra, it would consume the lifetime wages of several hundred Ministry of Interior officials — Yiltu thought with some resentment.

One was transport cost: moving him required eight giant cranes. This steel behemoth could barely move on its own.

One was the energy cost; the energy he consumed in a single day alone was enough to power a Thunderhawk gunship circling Terra for a hundred years,

disgusting, yet Ilthu had to endure it.

The other High Lords were unreliable.

The Departmento Munitorum and the Ecclesiarchy still stood firmly by his side,

but the Adepta Sororitas had clearly already submitted to that Chaos God.

The Officio Assassinorum still strictly maintained neutrality,

while the Adeptus Custodes, Trajan, wary of the Primarch and that Chaos God, yet hesitating, would sooner or later see the entire Custodes reduced to hard slaves of the Chaos God.

The only one Ilthu could rely on now was this fellow from Mars standing before him.

"Crack——————"

The sound of mechanical twisting rose in the darkness; the construction work on this High Lord colleague was not yet complete, but what Ilthu sought was the concealment of this very moment.

"Grand Magos of the Adeptus Mechanicus, Servitor of the Omnissiah, Fabricator-General of Mars, Lord Urd Udiya Laski."

The mechanical and dry voices of the serfs rang out, introducing the title of that High Lord.

"Ilthu, you deign to visit my construction site?" The voice of the Fabricator-General rose from the darkness.

Compared to those serfs, the voice of this Fabricator-General was clearly much closer to human; this was not because he had undergone fewer modifications, but on the contrary, because he had undergone more, more luxurious and terrifying modifications to achieve this effect.

Ilthu never went to others' territories; he cared about the initiative.

But now there was no chance to consider such things; Ilthu must protect everything of the old Empire from being destroyed.

And the Fabricator-General was the one he must win over; the Adeptus Ministorum's forces and the Titan Legions held by the Fabricator-General would be key.

After all, even a Primarch could not stand against a Titan, could he?

Ilthu never believed the stories full of lies from the Ecclesiarchy, things like "The Great Archangel Sanguinius struck down a Warlord-class Titan with the Spear of the Emperor" and such nonsense.

Even a three-year-old child would not believe such an absurd story!

Ilthu looked coldly into the darkness, questioning with a voice almost sharp:

"Tell me, Urd Udiya Laski."

"Will you, like those small men, submit to the Primarch and the Chaos God?"

(End of this chapter)