Chapter 211 Move forward! Go forward!
The fluctuations caused by the changes in the political spectrum on distant Terra are still stirring and reverberating between light and dark, and have not yet exerted their influence immediately.
Compared with the vast territory of the empire and the people and things on it that are as vast as the sea of stars, the obscure changes in the Inquisition seem so insignificant to those outside of the insider.
But the impact of this incident is destined to be far-reaching.
Hundreds of years or even years later, when everything is settled, perhaps historians will go back in time to trace the story of the Silver Prince who straddled the empire but was hidden in the darkness. Original origin.
But it's still early days.
In the eyes of most people in the empire, everything that is happening on Terra is far less important than the fleet that is about to arrive in Orpheus.
Yes, this large fleet consisting of 8 large ship hulls and several Astartes battle groups finally reached the edge of Orps after a long journey.
The star district government and theater commanders had received warnings from astropaths in advance and were informed of the arrival of this force in advance.
But they were no better than Terra in being notified of the Inquisition as soon as possible.
In their eyes, these Astartes battle groups who came from afar must have come to rescue the war here.
This is a powerful shot in the arm for the entire war zone, and it is also a new force that the entire sector is grateful for.
Their arrival will definitely improve the situation in the entire war zone, and even in the eyes of some people, it is already a symbol of victory in the war.
The dawn of victory seems to be no longer in suspense, and cakes representing interests are also placed at the end of the war corridor.
Such huge benefits naturally have extraordinary appeal, causing the big shots in the sector to sit at the table early and raise their knives, ready to carve them up.
The Ondan family in the capital city of Amara has officially succeeded the Orps family and become the new ruler of the Orps sector.
The new Imperial Governor, Lord Harold Noel von Ondain, has been sworn in by the Parliament.
He had already taken office early as the local administrative procedures had been completed. He was just waiting for the empire's envoys to be sent from distant Terra to complete the final procedures.
He expressed great welcome to the arrival of this fleet.
After all, he and his family were able to receive such assistance when he and his family had just reached a compromise with the nobles in the parliament and had difficulty taking office.
This will undoubtedly strengthen his rule and give him more leverage in the future distribution of interests.
Admiral Juan Nelson, the highest commander in the war zone, and Margarita, the high-ranking inquisitor of the Order of Foreigners stationed in the Inquisition's star zone, also urgently returned from the front lines.
The ownership and distribution of this force are crucial to two people with different political views.
Anyone who obtains most of the troops will gain absolute dominance in the war, and at the same time, it will also put the other party only one wall away from the end of their political career.
In this way, the top management of Orps had a rare second meeting in the 30th year after the war began.
In the last meeting, the position of Star Governor was still a child under ten years old who was promoted because of his blood.
The leaders of the three parties sat in the supreme hall of Amara's capital with their own thoughts, without any verbal communication with each other.
They all know that today, when internal and external battles have been spreading for decades, the neutral group that should be integrated has long since disappeared.
Whether it is the world group of grand fleet homeports envisioned by Admiral Juan;
Or is it the throne world that Inquisitor Margarita hopes to see?
Or maybe it's like Governor Harold's peasants from the interstellar era, who have a simple but greedy local separatism of "the nobles should belong to the nobles, and the emperor should belong to the emperor".
Their visions for the different development directions of the Orps sector all hide too much dark undertones of power, selfish desire and self-realization.
This is the reason why they stand out from the crowd and reach their current status; but it may also be the Achilles heel that leads them into darkness and ultimately their destruction.
The unexpected arrival of the large fleet was a turning point and also a trigger.
It gave the suffering people of the sector hope that the war would end.
But it also kicked off a political competition that should have taken decades or centuries to take place.
There is absolutely no possibility of compromise between their interests and those of the other two parties. The fight for this fleet will, in a sense, determine the direction of the entire sector for nearly a thousand years.
The fluctuations in the subspace are becoming more and more obvious. From the panoramic perspective of the astropaths separated from their own bodies, the shadows of the behemoths coming from the distance are getting closer and closer.
When the huge figure of the Raptor King took the lead in breaking through the barrier between subspace and reality, it guided seven cruisers to appear at the jump point 300 astronomical units outside Amara with a momentum that covered the sky and the sun.
The huge starry sky of the entire galaxy was instantly filled with communication signals from different sources:
"On behalf of Imperial Admiral Juan Nelson, and on behalf of the Orpheus Fleet, I would like to extend my sincere greetings to the Holy Astartes Chapter who have come from afar!"
"I am Margarita, High Inquisitor of the Foreign Order of the Imperial Inquisition, and I hereby formally pay tribute to the great Chapter Astartes! On behalf of the Council of the Sector Inquisition, I sincerely extend an invitation to you ( Recruitment) to participate in the sacred war here!"
"I am Sir Harold, First Class, the highest administrator of the Orps Sector in the name of the Holy Human Empire. Under the authority of the Supreme Council of Lords of the Empire, I oversee all administrative matters within the Sector!
On behalf of the tens of billions of people in the sector, I welcome you, noble Emperor’s Angels! "
High-frequency current-transformed communications resounded throughout the galaxy, but compared to Orp's enthusiasm, the feedback from the Grand Fleet was slow.
No matter how strong the passion is, it will be awkward if it falls into silence without response for a long time;
Just like no matter how crazy the Internet licking dog is, it can't stop Yui Aragaki from getting married.
Sometimes reality is so cruel, if it's not yours, it's not yours.
When the one-sided communication that lasted for nearly half an hour was like mud and water, there was still no response from the Grand Fleet.
The three people who were originally sitting in the hall on the top floor of the hive city, preparing to decide the winner at this moment, finally realized that something was wrong.
The huge fleet was suspended quietly in front of Manzeville Point in the star sector, neither asking them nor turning around to leave.
Rather than looking like travelers who have just finished a long journey, they are more like warriors who are waiting for some signal and are ready to embark on the battlefield at any time.
Well, this time their instincts were right.
Following a clear message from the Gray Knights battleship, the High Decree, which had remained silent in Amara's orbit.
The entire fleet instantly turned up the engine power and began to make preparations for re-entering the subspace.
It was like they hadn't seen the coquettish people in the entire star district. After a brief appearance, they rushed off into the distance under that brief order.
what happened?
Inquisitor Margarita and Moff Harold have not yet figured out the situation.
But Juan got the note of the communication content of the Supreme Decree that was immediately intercepted and translated by the navy.
He looked at the small piece of paper in front of him with a strange expression, and murmured a few short words in it:
"Forward! The enemy is in Lyak!"
Second update, vote.
There are people taking care of your food and drink. Does the isolation feel surprisingly good?