The Tithe Is Here!

The old King T'Chaka, taking one step at a time and leaning heavily against the wall, finally arrived at the palace.

Tears streamed down his face as he spoke in an almost wailing voice to those clad in metal armor, devoid of any emotion.

The ruthless and efficient soldiers, in despair, cried out, "Stop! Stop fighting... We... we surrender!"

The once-prosperous capital of Wakanda is now a scene of devastation, with fires and ruins everywhere.

Everywhere were people fleeing in all directions, their cries of agony mingling with screams of agony. The Hell scene shattered the old king's mental defenses.

However, looking at the kneeling, begging old king, Ollsen's voice remained unwavering. "You should be grateful that His Highness, with a compassionate heart, has not issued the harshest Extermination Order against you heretics who believe in false gods."

Yes, from the perspective of the Dark Angels, they usually prefer to exterminate heretics who believe in false gods.

Regardless of age or gender, every single one of you will be slaughtered, along with the entire country, wiped out with Whirlwind Torpedo, leaving not even ashes behind!

This is the style of Space Marine... no, it should be the style of their "Dark Angels".

"We... we surrender!" Old King T'Chaka's heart tightened; he knew the other side was not boasting. "We are willing to offer Vibranium, only asking... only asking that you spare our lives and release the innocent people!"

Ollsen walked slowly over, his nearly three-meter height making him seem like a massive mountain, pressing down on T'Chaka so much that he could hardly breathe.

"It was not surrender." He reiterated with utmost seriousness, "It was we who, by the Emperor's command, conquered you!"

This is very important.

He had to make the people of Wakanda clearly realize that they were the defeated and conquered!

May fear be etched deep into the souls of the Wakanda people, never to be forgotten for all eternity, for the destruction that the Dark Angels have brought them today!

Only in this way can His Highness Alvin rule the tribe more smoothly in the future.

"Yes, yes..." T'Chaka was heartbroken, banging his head on the ground, his voice choked with sobs. "We..."

... were conquered.

The old king felt a deep sorrow; he knew all too well that from this day forward, the backbone of the Wakanda people... had been broken!

"Take him away."

Ollsen coldly uttered a sentence before turning to Alvin to report on the battle situation.

Next, this Chapter Master not only demonstrated exceptional combat prowess but also outstanding political acumen.

Although the Dark Angels dislike dealing with the aftermath of war, that doesn't mean they lack the ability in their genes. While they may not be as powerful as the descendants of the Thirteenth Lord, dealing with a mere Wakanda would be a piece of cake.

Then, the Dark Angels hung the old king, the prince, the queen, and the leaders of the four tribes all in front of the palace.

A small contingent of the Chapter Brother was then dispatched to suppress the rioting crowd.

When Alvin, piloting the flagship, arrived at the Wakanda tribal capital simultaneously with the S.H.I.E.L.D.. Helicarrier,

Then I saw this amazing sight.

Hundreds of thousands of Wakanda knelt in the square, not daring to cry out, enveloped in a repressive and eerie silence.

In front of the palace, the old King T'Chaka, the Queen, Prince T'Challa, and the chiefs of the four tribes were bound by a rope and displayed to the people like trophies.

The Dark Angels remained silent, carrying Bolter and Chainsword, their chilling gazes sweeping across the entire area.

Helicarrier, Fury and the rest of the Avengers were dumbfounded.

The mighty Wakanda... was it really conquered just like that?

Tony glanced at his watch subconsciously, and the time displayed proved that less than half an hour had passed from start to finish.

In just half an hour, Alvin conquered a powerful nation like Wakanda. His strength far exceeded their expectations, and even Fury couldn't help but feel a jolt of surprise.

Oh no, it seems he... miscalculated!

The original plan was to use Alvin's power to defeat the Frost Giants and then increase China's leverage in the Security Council.

But now it seems they've walked into a "wolf's den"!

"Oh no, am I going to become the greatest sinner of mankind?" This thought inexplicably popped into Fury's mind, startling him so much that he quickly shook his head, banishing the idea from his head. "Impossible! Even if Alvin is incredibly powerful, he can't conquer the whole world, can he?"

Surely not?

While Fury was lost in thought, Alvin landed on the flag ship and entered the Wakanda royal palace.

"Your Highness, the heretics have been completely eradicated."

Ollsen strode forward, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head. "The Black Watch has lived up to the name of the Emperor. The mission is complete. Please inspect it."

"As expected of the Lion King, the offspring of Ryan Johnson." Alvin was very satisfied with the initial results of this wave of Fallen Angel: "Ollsen, you have proven with your blood that you have not failed the Emperor's expectations, and have never slackened in your duties."

This statement was pure praise and boasting. The main reason they never let their guard down was actually because they were afraid of being targeted by the terrifying Inner Circle people.

But Ollsen readily accepted this "boast," as recognition was exactly what they needed right now.

"However, this is just the appetizer." Alvin patted his shoulder and said in a low voice, "Next,..."

Even more severe tests and battlefields await you in the near future. I hope you will always remember your oath!

After dealing with internal affairs, the next step was to figure out how to deal with the Wakanda royal family.

The old King T'Chaka, Prince T'Challa, Princess Shuri, Queen Ramanda, and the remaining three tribal chiefs were all brought up by the Dark Angels and knelt one by one before the throne they once knew so well.

Alvin sat on the chair that symbolized the throne of Wakanda, his right hand resting on his cheek, his eyes half-closed, scrutinizing the kneeling crowd.

Tap, tap, tap...

The sound of the index finger tapping on the throne was like the time spent kneeling on the ground, waiting for someone else to make a decision. It was an extremely long time, even if it was only a second, it felt like a year to them.

"I don't like wasting words." Finally, Alvin spoke, "From this day forward, the Wakanda tribe is abolished. This place will be incorporated into the Imperium's territory, and also the private domain of my Valshius Family. You are my slaves, understand?"

King T'Chaka's heart clenched, his face filled with sorrow. "We... understand..."

Now that things have come to this, as the defeated party, what right do they have to make demands?

To avoid being wiped out... that's already an incredible stroke of luck!

"I like you the way you are." Alvin lowered his eyes, looking down at T'Chaka kneeling on the ground, and said calmly, "Next, the second point, please remember it well, because it concerns your entire race."

Can it continue to exist?

Upon hearing this, T'Chaka immediately perked up and nervously swallowed.

"Very well." Alvin's eyes were cold as he said calmly, "Given your past heretical behavior of believing in false gods, which was the greatest betrayal of the Emperor, I am willing to give you a chance to atone."

With that, he rose from his throne and walked step by step toward the old king.

Looking down from his vantage point, the former king of Wakanda, enveloped in a chilling aura emanating from the Warp, cast a shadow over the entire palace hall.

In the biting, icy chill, his voice slowly proclaimed, "You are all required to pay Tithe every three hundred days of the sun."

"Given your heretical practice of believing in false gods,"

After a moment, he slowly spoke, "I'm not one for idle talk. From now on, the Wakanda tribe will pay us Tithe regularly, according to the highest level of taxation, including minerals, potions, food, weapons, and trained warriors. Understand?"

Tithe?

The old king's heart skipped a beat, almost bleeding.

He shakily raised his head, that humble head buried in the dust, his wrinkled, aged face...

Almost in despair. "Sir... you mean... the first-class special grade?"

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However, Alvin had no interest in answering such a basic question.

Ollsen, standing beside him, whispered, "First-class Special Grade, in the Imperium's four-tier, sixteen-level system, is the highest level. Every three hundred solar days, you must pay us one-tenth of all your resources." He paused for half a second, his eyes turning icy, and said, "Remember, I mean, based on the 'resources' we receive."

The implication of this statement is that no matter how much loss occurs during transport, if the "tax" they receive is less than one-tenth of the taxes that the territory should pay, then all the blame will fall on them.

"If anyone violates the 'tax payment' rule, I will make sure that not a single blade of grass grows in the entire Wakanda."

Alvin's cold, emotionless gaze filled the king with despair, and he fainted, powerless and filled with sorrow.

Tithe, and especially the highest grade, were often used in the Agricultural World.

Given Wakanda's stubborn resistance and heretical belief in false gods, Alvin decreed that...

Such a harsh policy!

It is no exaggeration to say that the "Tithe" alone would have been enough to render Wakanda powerless to resist.

They can only obediently become a resource "nation" that produces Vibranium, soldiers, and food.