Their advance was by no means slow. Ferocious Beasts and terrifying Talon Fighters surged in like a tide, only to be torn apart by bolt rounds ripping through the air and keen blades. The tactical squad, which should have been under enormous pressure, seemed to have little to do. With the Emperor and the Praetorian Guard joining them, Gronov Rutov still had the spare attention to think about matters beyond the battle itself—the Emperor strongly encouraged his warriors to contemplate their shared ideals. Unified Truth discussed the necessity of Human Race unity from a historical perspective. It was also a textbook for Gene-modded Warriors, yet their reading was by no means so narrow. The methodology of materialist dialectics could be applied to other books as well. Gronov Rutov had read many books between training sessions and had formed opinions of his own.
"Many writers opposed your Unified Truth, Your Majesty," Captain Gronov Rutov said as he changed magazines. "I believe the greatest reason is your interference in university literature courses. They believe you interfered with their literary freedom, as well as your publishing restrictions."
"Men of letters—they kneel while waving their fists." The Emperor's tone was relaxed, even somewhat cheerful. "In their eyes, true freedom belongs only to themselves. They can drink chilled champagne while discussing meaningless philosophical topics, express sympathy through spotless display windows for workers heading home after a hard day's labor, yet never move their asses from their soft sofas. Now that I have overturned their sofas and let their asses grow cold on the floor, those piles of paper covered in impoverished words have not kept them warm. Even the waiters who served them champagne have gone off to pursue opportunities they never had access to before."
The Emperor paused, as if allowing the Gene-modded Warriors