Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

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As the Great Review came to an end, administrative experts and advanced automated processing systems from Helka gradually entered these worlds and began to take over the old administrative functions.

The Federation dismantled the Empire's bloated bureaucracy with maximum efficiency and transformed it into a high-tech structure with artificial intelligence at its core.

The administrative center of each planet is managed in parallel by sophisticated big data calculations and human verification. After archiving official business, these hubs will upload information to the core data network of the federal capital, maintaining real-time synchronization with other planets to ensure the transparency and instantaneity of all information on all federally governed planets.

With fewer approval forms than the Empire, we will completely archive what every resident is doing at every moment for the use of intelligence agencies.

The Federation wouldn't be so high and mighty that only the old Helkas could participate in major discussions. After the old Imperial management was cleared out, Helka's administrative commissioners would be responsible for training the first batch of local administrative personnel for these planets, ultimately allowing them to govern themselves.

Through short-term training programs, these experts impart federal governance concepts and technical means to local residents, enabling them to quickly adapt to and integrate into the new system.

At the same time, the federal propaganda department is also actively working to convey the new government's governance goals and values to residents through holographic projections, educational changes and cultural activities.

In a short time, social order on these planets began to return to stability. Residents saw improvements in their lives under the Federation's management. They no longer had to worry about forced conscription or arbitrary arrest, but were able to live in a more fair and transparent environment.

This change has led more and more people to accept and support federal rule.

The end of this management work marked the complete end of the imperial way of life. From then on, the residents of the federation and the subjects of the empire were people from two different worlds.

However, those who are excluded from the new world will definitely not give up. In this universe, sometimes it is not possible to do without violence. Our governance actions still need to clear some obstacles with strong firepower.

But they have fewer and fewer weapons, and we have thousands of people. How can the people perish?

61. Ode to Loyalty and Curve Loyalty

"You can't understand the mindset of a maniac. It's like some scientific research directors who can't stand living in a utopia and run off to a primitive planet to become the leader of the natives."

The Fourth Disaster, who had once been threatened by his research director that he could be replaced, expressed his feelings in this way.

"As for indulgence and lust, I've never heard of it. I feel like there's more..."

Anyway, let him concentrate on dominating.

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Dionis, a planet that once belonged to the Imperial Church and provided him with the resources for consecration, everything on it is sacred.

Later, the aliens from the Federation arrived. Rumors spread that they had razed the state religion world of Endira to the ground, even defeating the Living Saint. As a result, many people, including the Governor himself, became discouraged and accepted the rule of the Federation without firing a shot.

Even more depraved than weakness is doubt. When the Federation aliens began airdropping supplies, some cheered, then switched sides in the blink of an eye. When the Federation once again pushed further, preparing to completely transform the planet's old environment and then wipe out the Empire's nobles, they eagerly obeyed the aliens' call.

Thus, the planet became what it is today. Its scorching deserts were transformed into the planet's power hub. The oceans were detoxified, and fisheries were restored. The Global Water Resources Allocation Project ensured that every farm enjoyed abundant harvests. The planet's swamp predators and ant bulls were completely eradicated, with only a few remaining in nature reserves.

Residents here were relocated to newly built urban areas and provided with free access to basic consumer goods such as sufficient food and data terminals.

If they have enjoyed enough, federal personnel will arrange jobs for residents. Although its fully automated production line allows everything to be done by machines, ordinary people can still participate because the federal government believes that labor is a basic need of the people.

The Federation listens to the advice of its supporters in governance, and the planet is now a happy place with well-maintained farmlands.

Everyone here lives a safe, healthy, and prosperous life. All they have to do is betray the truth, forget that a person's life is a gift from the God-Emperor, and kneel before the alien race.

All you have to do is leave His glory and embrace the alien rule. All you have to do is accept the Federation's way of life, believe in freedom and equality, and abandon the concept of religious belief.

A bunch of pigs! They live so comfortably in the New City. The Emperor did not endure eternal suffering just to allow these ungrateful people to live a comfortable life.

Their children wouldn't die of rust lung disease. Their young girls in their food-gathering convoys—an ancient tradition also destroyed by the Federation's abominable intelligent production lines—had never been stolen by swamp predators. There weren't supposed to be roaming Federation rangers slaughtering every noble and every one of the God-Emperor's preachers.

"The people of this world," Solarian, a member of the Ecclesiarchy's secret opposition, growled, "have forsaken the faith of the Emperor. This is unforgivable."

The Emperor wanted humanity to become stronger. Otherwise, how could they survive in a galaxy full of evil? He trained day and night, passed cruel tests, and made an oath with other colleagues to oppose the rule of the Federation and to do so at the cost of their lives.

He would personally unleash the melta bombs and hurl them at the Federation forces that had slain the incarnation of the God-Emperor, the Great Living Saint. Because humanity must endure hardships to understand the greatness of the God-Emperor, because humanity should not trust aliens and AI, because in glory he would be with the Golden Throne.

Because he refused to accept what he saw, the Living Saints and the Crusaders had failed, but he had not.

Those huge dragon beasts and the poison ivy soldiers sitting on their backs are coming, so he must first ambush at an important location. If his actions are too obvious, the monsters' sniper rifles can blow his head off from thousands of meters away.

So Solarian left his secret base, where those who did not obey the Federation's relocation plan gathered.

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In another corner of this world, in a dim secret room, the noble Adamon Fields poured the last drop of crimson sacrificial liquid into the altar in front of him with trembling hands, while feeling full of complex fantasies and a sense of luck about the future.

He was once the "noble blood" of the Empire, the head of a powerful and prestigious family. His name was once the object of countless people's praise. But now, he has become a pawn that no one cares about, a fugitive hunted by the Federation.

The coming of the Federation shattered his world. He could not bear the loss of his magnificent mansion, carved with ivory and gold, nor could he accept a life without Catarina wine. The Federation no longer allowed them to export slaves in exchange for precious goods from other parts of the Empire.

He hated the Federation, hated their ideals of equality and their liquidation of the old aristocracy, and hated them even more for pulling him down from the pinnacle of power and turning him into a loser hiding in a dark dungeon.

However, he was not completely desperate. He still had "allies".

It stemmed from his first encounter with Catarina wine, a taste that aroused an indescribable thirst that made him lose his appetite and almost emaciated, until his later believers and fellow believers saved him and taught him to fill the emptiness with new ways of enjoyment.

Initially, he scoffed at the mysterious, hedonistic cult. Its followers claimed to serve the "Lord of Pleasure," an ancient and terrifying being, a demonic deity symbolizing the pursuit of ultimate pleasure and sensuality. Such a cult was considered taboo by the state religion, and anyone contaminated by it would be harshly suppressed.

But he gradually entered the organization, not only because of the various joyful techniques, but also because he felt it would be better for him to "monitor it personally."

When federal investigators entered his mansion and exposed his countless secret transactions and activities to the public, his fate was sealed.

He was wanted, his family's property was confiscated, and his former social circle even took the initiative to sell his information to the federal government in order to protect themselves.

When he was forced to flee, he had to look for these believers again, those strange people dressed in silk, with mysterious smiles on their faces and words full of dangerous sweetness. They were his last resort.

"A smile is more precious in times of danger, Brother Adamon," they counseled him in the underground hall. "Whatever you pray for, we can grant you. We can give you the power to defeat the Federation. It is an endless desire, endless satisfaction, and endless victory."

Adamon initially wanted to refuse. He was proud, and though he had nothing left, he could not accept submitting to something he had once considered heresy. However, when he witnessed the "miracles" these believers summoned, his heart was shaken.

"The Federation destroyed us," the believers whispered, "but we can destroy the Federation. The Federation's hypocritical civilization tore us apart, and you were the hero who led the recovery of the Imperial World when the Federation was destroyed."

This sentence deeply sank into Adamon's mind. He began to imagine how those fools who were mocking and condemning him, who were bullying the FBI, would scream and wail under the power of the Dark Prince; how those FBI liquidators would lose their order in the chaos.

And he, Adamon Fields, the savior of the empire, would rise again from the ashes, his heart burning with a thirst for power only to burn more intensely.

Adamon made up his mind. He set his sights on a hideout he had personally provided, preparing to launch his operation there. Under the guidance of the cult, he and several followers began preparing the ritual. Adamon's emotions were complex and conflicted. He feared the consequences of failure, yet also had a distorted expectation of success.

He rationalized his crimes, telling himself that they were for the revival of the empire and for revenge for "justice", although deep down he knew that all this was just to satisfy his endless desires and ambitions.

The altar was quickly constructed. Lines of stone and blood spread across the ground, and the air was thick with the scent of spices and an indescribable evil. The worshippers engaged in all sorts of compulsive behavior, dancing around the altar and chanting disturbing incantations.

Adamon stood in the center of the altar, his hands raised high, and in front of him was a rare relic he had obtained from the smugglers: a piece of amethyst inlaid with mysterious symbols.

"Oh Prince of Joy, great Lord! Grant us power and let us enjoy revenge!" His voice echoed in the ruins, a mixture of fanaticism and fear.

The amethyst began to emit a faint light, and the air around the altar became thick and hot. Adamon felt his consciousness being pulled by some powerful force, and his mind was filled with whispers, laughter, and screams. It was a sound that could not be described in words, which was both creepy and intoxicating.

Dark power gushed out with him as the center.

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The commander of the federal security forces who received the war alert was deeply moved.

"Perhaps those Warp entities also believe in the Emperor. Their coordination is truly excellent."

Even if governance is flawless, a public security war must still be fought because of the bigotry of some people.

62. The Failure of the Fanatics

"I'm wondering if we've fought too many land battles since the start of this game. It's hard to believe this is the interstellar era. I wonder when the Colossus pre-tech will be available."

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When the conflict that broke out on the former Imperial world was reported back to Helka Prime, the residents of Helka were cheering for the new engine that was created by mixing traditional transportation with explosive particles and had twice the speed of the previous one.

Therefore, the engine was deployed immediately after it was deployed. Upon learning of the situation, the Federation immediately mobilized its navy and army to provide support. Although theoretically, the newly built Void Citadel in the former Ecclesiarchy system had sufficient production capacity and manpower to deal with these hostile forces, the Federation headquarters' troops still set out on the expedition just to be on the safe side. Even a lion fighting a rabbit requires all its strength.

At the same time, the Federation's Cohesion Commissioner has notified Io, the Dragon of Harmony, at the Vision Prophet Orbital Station, hoping that he will use his psychic influence to provide more important strategic support and advice.

Judging from the detailed battle reports received by the relevant departments later, the entire counter-insurgency battle was generally smooth, and the resistance of those fanatical believers of the imperial state religion was not strong.

Those who are truly wise, brave and well-equipped have already shed blood while defending the Sanctuary Cathedral. The rest are just those who are brave but not wise or even paranoid and crazy. There is nothing worth admiring about them except their will.

Perhaps will also plays a role in this universe where idealism is powerful, but not every battle will be responded to by the gods. They are usually ruthless, cold-blooded, and dull and ignorant.

So these human rebels did not receive a miracle, and they were slowly and inevitably defeated. The rebels were poorly equipped and outnumbered, and they did not even have the support of the local residents. Their only advantage was the position they had built in the complex terrain.

The local security forces have begun to build large-scale local forces to expand their strength and establish a siege network, without worrying about the locals being incited to rebellion. After all, no one truly misses the Empire, because such a mental state is no different from cyberpsychosis.

In short, the human resistance army has been surrounded and cannot escape. The advantage is on my side!

The real difficulty comes from the corrupted nobles and the psychic entities they recruited. The battle on this front is still quite intense. Although the Federation has the advantage, it is not easy to subdue the virtual creations.

Scientists in the Federation have begun to think about what they should do to make the current era, where any evil cult can tear open the curtain and summon demons by holding a small-scale gathering, completely disappear from the stage of history.

The influence of the Warp must be further reduced, lest we become subject to its control over and over again.

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The suppression of the state religion fanatics hiding in the wilderness was simple.

As night fell, the wilderness of Diones fell into a deep silence, broken only by the rustling of low brush in the breeze. In a simple defense zone on the plains, local recruits sat around a campfire, their figures elongated by the dim flames. This zone was a small Federation outpost in the region, and the first time the Federation militia had been fully independent.

"They're coming," the militiaman on duty whispered, breaking the silence. He squinted his eyes and stared into the distance, where there were rolling sand dunes and a few clusters of faint lights approaching, flickering like fireflies.

"Prepare for battle." Edric, a burly but slightly aged man, commanded the local defense force. He was the oldest member of the force, and after losing his entire family to the tyranny of the Imperial nobility, he accepted the Federation's call for conscription without hesitation, eager to repay the new order through action.

The militiamen, under his command, quickly sprang to life. Clad in the Federation-issued powered exoskeletons, their plasma and disruptor weapons gleamed with a faint blue light. These weapons enabled them to stand evenly matched against the once-mighty Imperial Army. Gone were the days when feudal lords could intimidate them with their tattered, heirloom mechs.

Edric stood in the center of the position, stroking the energy rifle in his hand, his eyes determined. He recalled that not long ago, this defense zone was guarded by special personnel from the Federation's regular army, and the three Vetoes (the special name for the Federation's veterans) had given them so much help.

Ivy, the poison ivy demon, always taught them aiming techniques with a slightly sarcastic tone; Sarax, the lizard man, called on the soldiers to build fortifications every day; and Halder, the tiger man, was an enthusiastic big guy. After each training session, he would take everyone to have barbecue together. He brought canned ant bulls that had been decontaminated by the federal government. The taste was not as good as the fresh ones, but it was enough.

Although the exoskeleton and integrated prosthesis were equipped with combat data, learning from books was always shallow, and the instructors' hands-on training had allowed them to gain a lot. However, just three days ago, the ambush changed everything.

The Sons of Ecclesiach took advantage of the complex terrain to set up an ambush and killed the Vetoes in a bloody battle.

Seeing the Federal Vetoes fall one after another, the soldiers panicked for a while, but under Edric's command, they still held the line.

He was able to take on this responsibility because the Vetoes, in their final moments, clutched Edric's hands and whispered with their last breath, "Everything from now on is up to you. Take it as you please..."

After suddenly becoming the supreme military commander who could act at his own discretion, after some thought, Edric decided to shoulder the responsibility of leading the soldiers and not take a step back.

At this time, in the darkness of night, the fanatics of the Imperial State Religion had entered the defense zone. They were a group of people who lived in poverty but were extremely fanatical, just like before.

They wielded old imperial weapons and passionately preached the words of the state religion: "Brothers! We only want to put things back on track!"

The leader of the zealots shouted loudly, trying to split the soldiers' will through negotiation: "The xenos of the Federation have deceived and enslaved you. We are humans! We are the proud servants of the God-Emperor! Abandoning your bloodline and faith will only make you the xenos' lackeys! Together we can march towards glory and earn the chance to return our souls to the great Emperor of Mankind."

But the militia's position was completely silent, with no one responding. There was only the sound of the wind and the gentle hum of the energy modules in their weapons.

Edric's voice was low but powerful: "Glory? What you call glory is working 20 hours a day for the empire, being drained of blood and sweat by taxes, and being blinded by faith? The Federation gave us clean water, warm homes, and the right to look at their feet without kneeling. And you...you are just causing trouble." He sighed.

The leader of the Sons of Ecclesiach roared, waving his arms. "Heretical talk! You have abandoned the pure, hardworking spirit of humanity. They have bought your soul, and now you consider the enjoyment of these degenerate xenos more important than constantly training yourself to serve the Imperium. You are losing the right to return to the God-Emperor."

Edric's brow gleamed with anger as he responded coldly, "Where is the God-Emperor? When he majestically summoned the Living Saint, did he even offer to save us? When our children died in the mines, was there any evidence they returned to the throne?

Our Emperor's harshness is truly undeniable. That young man over there, his mother was hanged by the nobles for stealing a piece of bread to feed his brother, his father collapsed from overwork in the mines and received no compensation, and his brother is probably a slave on the other side of the galaxy because everyone knows the Overlord loves that damn wine!

And now, after having survived all of this, he lived in a newly built city in the Federation. His remaining sister was receiving an education at school and proudly told him that they would take a ship to Helka Planet to see the giant monster in the future. His only family no longer had to worry about their next meal.

So he stands with us now, and so do all of us here. If you leave, we won't attack you. If you want to fight, then go ahead, because we won't shed another drop of blood for the so-called God-Emperor."

The rebels' patience wore thin, and they paid no attention to the Union soldiers' arguments. Amidst the slogans of the Established Church, they charged the defense zone.

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As the battle was about to begin, the Union defenders lay in ambush behind the trenches, suppressing the enemy with the techniques they had learned in training.

The first wave of attacks was stopped by the powerful firepower of the Federation weapons. The bright yellow plasma and fission energy beams instantly knocked the charging Sons of the Ecclesiarchy to the ground. Their old armor was no match for these weapons.

However, the soldiers of the opposition armed forces are not completely soft persimmons. The old equipment of the empire is sturdy and durable. It will not jam even if buried in the soil for a hundred years, so they still have strong firepower to fight back.

"Hold steady! Aim at the key point!" Edric commanded loudly, and his voice kept the soldiers calm in the hail of bullets.

However, the enemy was clearly more numerous than this. Their main forces surged from all directions, far outnumbering the defending federal troops. After a brief stalemate, a corner of the defense line was torn open.

"Everyone, move to the second line of defense!" Edric shouted. He knew that it would be better to retreat to a more advantageous position and continue fighting than to be completely annihilated.

At this time, he began to thank the lizardman instructor for his nagging: "How can you sleep at your age? Get up and dig trenches."

At this moment, a cry of alarm came from the communication: "Sir, they have thermal bombs!" Several soldiers of the Sons of the Ecclesiarchy were seen running towards the defense line with explosives on their backs, trying to destroy the position with a self-destructive attack.

"Stop them!" The militiamen fired desperately, but two fanatics broke through the fire network and rushed to the edge of the position.

However, just before they charged to the point where they could detonate the bomb, the automatic electromagnetic machine gun pre-deployed in the position was activated, accurately killing the enemy.

Edric wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the artillery he had fiddled with for a long time before successfully activating. He sighed, "Thank God, the Federation's technology literacy class was not in vain."

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