Oh Ho Ho Ho

Five years have passed since Damocles was banished into the Warp.

With that sudden surge of Fel Energy, the Plague War came to a complete end. The Ultramar 500 Worlds suffered unprecedented losses, and Damocles Gulf, the final main battlefield, was reduced to scorched earth.

As the empire's most important source of tax revenue, the Plague War has brought the empire enormous losses, but also many more benefits.

After this battle, the Imperium of Man, which had been suppressed for thousands of years, finally launched a counterattack against the great enemy of Chaos, and the Xenos forces in the surrounding star sectors were also completely wiped out.

This was not some superficial historical writing, but a genuine military achievement that made the people of the Empire, who had been fighting a war of attrition for thousands of years, finally realize a fact: Daemon can be defeated, which greatly boosted the morale of the Empire.

Don't assume that all Imperials are invincible. This isn't a game; it's impossible for everyone to have maximum morale. Even the Death Korps of Krieg, which trains humans, experiences morale collapses.

If you were to calculate the Imperial Army as a percentage, the Astartes would at most be 1%. They were the spearhead, the sharpest blades, only brought into action against the most terrifying enemies. The real heavyweights were always the ordinary soldiers, whom people jokingly referred to as cannon fodder.

The Imperials are not afraid of death, but if they rely solely on Astartes, the Empire's broken spine will never stand up again.

Only by knowing why they are fighting can the Empire restore the glory of the Great Crusade and become the galactic overlord who will advance by any means necessary.

This requires a strong and capable leadership team to coordinate efforts.

Fortunately, the era of the Primarchs did not end; on the contrary, it yielded fruitful results. The existence of the Primarchs represented everything, capable of restoring order and making up for the most important missing link with a firm attitude.

To prevent Mortarion from becoming the Cataclysm 3.0, Mordred sacrificed herself to feed the tiger and is now dozing off to digest, while Guilliman has become a beneficial bacterium in his gut.

Therefore, under these circumstances, Luojia, this charlatan, became Guilliman's successor as the political Servitor. As for why it was Luojia? That depends on who the remaining Primarchs are.

Sisyphus is a complete scoundrel; making her use her brain is worse than killing her. And Zhuang Sen is an old Hajimi; if you ask the Lion King to chop someone up, he won't hesitate—he's all about efficiency.

However, these two men were only capable of manual labor; it was absolutely impossible for them to organize post-war reconstruction. Therefore, this task was handed over to Luojia.

Fortunately, Luojia is intelligent, and his farming skills are second only to Guilliman's. The worlds conquered by the Word Bearers during the Great Crusade were among the most Fealty, making him perfect for directing post-war reconstruction.

The first step in rebuilding was to establish authority through killing, a task that perfectly suited Zhuang Sen's expertise. The entire Dark Angels team was mobilized to eliminate those unstable elements who were causing trouble in the chaos.

The Ultramarines have an excessively high Morality standard, but the Dark Angels doesn't care about that. If you dare to cause trouble, he'll kill your whole family, not even sparing your dog.

Taking advantage of the Dark Angels's actions, Luojia arranged for the Imperial Cult to appease the people, summoned the civil engineering guys from the Imperial Fists to fight the ashes, and also had Sisyphus lead people to treat the disaster victims.

Although Sisyphus was a scoundrel, she had received a proper education from Mordred and learned some real skills. Things like missing limbs or amputations below the chest were no problem for her.

Meanwhile, Atlas was not idle either. Taking advantage of the Plague War, the Second Legion incorporated a large number of ships, and countless cargo ships rushed to the starport every day, both to recycle waste and to leave behind aid supplies.

But the most important change was in personnel. A large number of outstanding talents who performed well during the war were promoted and given important positions, starting from grassroots officials and working their way up, replacing those mediocre people who were just occupying positions without doing their jobs.

Atlas was able to become a military-industrial complex that permeated all aspects of the Empire in a very short time by relying on its own survival as well as the survival of others.

As long as you follow Atlas, even if you are just an ordinary soldier, as long as you dare to fight and struggle, you have the opportunity to become an officer, or even a member of the New Aristocracy.

As a legion once commanded by Mordred, the Word Bearers were well aware of the advantages of this system, so the Luojia directly copied it, cultivating a large number of emerging young talents.

Furthermore, they placed great emphasis on public opinion and propaganda, praising the five original masters and holding several victory parades.

There were even various short lessons about gratitude, such as "The Great Commander knocks down the Xenos warship with a stone," "The Warmaster punches away the Daemon's head," "The Pope descends like a god and destroys the Xenos's lair with one blow," "His Highness Your Highness Sisyphus in good health," and "The Emperor's kindness can never be repaid in eternity."

Taking this opportunity, Luojia was able to carry out a comprehensive overhaul of the Imperial Cult, abolishing some Abstract Maneuver that even she found unacceptable, especially the flying dead children in the sky, which were really too creepy.

As for whether anyone would disagree, there certainly would be, but that disagreement was quickly dismissed, since Luojia was the founder of the Imperial Cult and had the final say.

Even if she were to say that the Emperor was actually a sexy, dark-skinned woman with black stockings and animal ears, that would still be considered the orthodox Imperial Cult, and anyone who dared not believe it would be a heretic.

As for what became of these heretics? Please don't ask such a dark question. The Penance Mech Seats welcome you.

Under Luojia's control, in just five years, the Ultramar 500 Worlds has fully resumed production and further expanded, becoming the third branch base of the outer empire Maelstrom.

The young soldiers, eager for glory, were ignited when they saw their comrades rise to become their superiors. After all, they had seen people promoted to local governors for their military achievements, and some even wore Star of Terra.

Under this dual incentive, people suddenly discovered that the empire's previously hopeless efficiency was rapidly improving, especially after those strange facilities called the Divine Seal Spire rose from the ground.

The country bumpkins of Ultramar from the Far East region finally have internet access.

However, the Divine Seal Network is a double-edged sword. While it greatly enhances communication efficiency, it also breeds some monstrous elements.

For example, right now, looking at the Luojia's erotic images that have been circulating rapidly on the terminal in front of her, especially the comments that Princess Luojia is good in every way except for being flat-chested, having a less shapely butt than the Lord Regent, and having disgusting fashion sense, Luojia is a little overwhelmed.

In one ranking, his charm rating was even lower than Rambo's, but the problem is Rambo is a dog!

"I don't understand, are all the people of Ultramar gay and Fury-obsessed?"

"Mother, don't mind it. That's how the Empire is. People like big guys. The bigger, the stronger, the cooler, and they look extremely majestic. And to be honest, Mother, your fashion sense is indeed a bit ugly."

"Ugly?"

Looking at Angeltæ's distinctive spiky hair, wearing a tight-fitting stretchy vest and an earthy yellow trench coat, and then at her own smooth long hair and magnificent silk robe, Luojia suddenly felt a little out of touch with the times. How come the imperial aesthetics had changed so much after she woke up?

But Angeltæ was right. It's unclear when exactly, but the Empire's aesthetic sense has gone completely astray. Even some Xenos have started to imitate the Empire, emphasizing a cool style of clothing, going for the most abstract and unconventional look.

Take Lion King for example. He may look slovenly and have a big beard, but in the eyes of the Empire, he is the coolest and most handsome man. Especially his powerful and domineering posture of smashing the enemy's head with a punch is just too satisfying.

Mordred's greatest impact on the Empire was not Atlas, but her terrible fashion sense; the Empire's aesthetic standards have never recovered.

"Alright, remember to shoot this person who spreads rumors in a bit. Since I can't correct his aesthetic sense, I'll physically correct him."

What did Atlas say?

"It should be within the next few days. The Great Commander has regained some consciousness and even sent some messages back to Atlas, but—"

"But what?"

Unable to interpret the message, Angeltæ could only hand the terminal to the Primarch and let her see it for herself.

As the terminal opened, an audio message played, accompanied by a wail and a boastful laugh, "Second Brother, I was wrong! I'm Guilliman! Take it out, I can't fit any more in!"

"Don't say anything, believe in yourself, just eat!"

"But I'm already overflowing."

"Oh my god~ Ah! Ah! Ah!!!"

("·A·)(A)

Their eyes met, and a deathly silence filled the room. Luojia Jia's hands trembled as she shut down the terminal. For no reason, she felt a surge of jealousy towards Guilliman. That bastard was truly Ambition.

"This is an insult to scholarship! An insult to scholarship!"