[ Mission initiating, Lion El''Jonson's Revitalization Technique. ]
Because he was too afraid of transmigrating into Warhammer, Caleb chose Lion's mission line.
There was no help for it; the psychological trauma was almost too much to bear.
After taking a shower himself, he managed to wash away the gloom from before.
On the gameboard, Lion, having arrived at the new location, looked at everything around him with confusion.
The withered corn stalks all around indicated that this was an agricultural world, and facilities related to agriculture were everywhere.
Destroyed agricultural harvesters, a large number of hazmat suits, and a thick layer of organic solution on the ground all showed that this had once been a productive agricultural world.
However, Lion did not see a single living person nearby, because most of the Servitors and personnel had already been buried in the ground.
The surrounding smell was extremely foul; one could even smell the rot of the fields.
All agricultural production in the vicinity had almost stagnated, and only the occasional fortress appearing on the ground showed that a war had taken place here.
"What on earth happened here?"
Lion looked around silently; he did not understand what had happened.
Lion had just been randomly teleported here, and he didn't have accurate coordinates.
It was probably impossible to find information about the First Legion in this backwater agricultural world.
Now, Lion desperately hoped that someone who understood the situation of the First Legion would come to help him.
But obviously, there were no such conditions right now.
In the sky, the larger star set, and another smaller star would rise accordingly.
Perhaps this was the reason why this planet was chosen to be an agricultural world.
Because there were truly two suns in the sky.
This was why it became a fertile land suitable for agricultural production.
Walking on the giant organic solution transport pipeline, Lion easily followed this giant pipe and found the small hive city located in the center of the planet.
At this moment, the Eldar weapons scattered on the ground caught Lion's attention.
Lion knew these were weapons of the Eldar ; only the Eldar would use such special weapons without triggers.
"Eldar?"
"These annoying bandits have actually appeared here!"
Lion frowned tightly, pursing his lips slightly as he contemplated his next strategic course of action.
These bean sprouts were very troublesome fellows, although they didn't cause much trouble for the Imperium of Man during the Great Crusade.
However, whenever they caused trouble, it was basically a big deal.
Lion El''Jonson knew this.
This ancient Imperium, which was even older than the history of humanity, always looked at humans with an arrogant attitude.
They liked to call humans "little monkeys."
They maintained extreme arrogance toward the vast majority of humans.
"Huff!"
Caleb carried a pile of express packages and returned to the side of the gameboard.
Seeing that Lion's mission had already begun, he looked at the upcoming mission with anticipation.
At this moment, Lion was standing alone on the giant nutrient transport pipe of the agricultural world.
He was investigating the ruins of this battlefield while studying who his opponent was.
Caleb: Don't just look, the enemy you have to deal with this time is the Eldar.
Based on the scene, the ones you are likely dealing with are those Drukhari!
These fallen ones among the aliens are very cruel to all intelligent races. If it weren't for their fall back then, perhaps my plan could have been completed!
Lion raised his head curiously, and then he asked the sky in a hoarse voice.
"I wonder why Father would say that?"
Caleb was used to impersonating the Emperor, and even the Emperor himself tacitly allowed this behavior.
Well, that guy was eager for him to help raise the kids!
One day, he should make a figure of a gray-skinned loli and say it's the Emperor, That way, he wouldn't have to be a dad, he could be a mom!
Caleb: If you want to know the history of the Eldar's fall, I can tell you in detail!
However, you don't need to know that much right now; you just need to know that the enemy you are about to face is the Eldar!
Lion nodded slightly; he was wearing that Gothic skirt armor, which looked particularly conspicuous.
The poor air environment here did not affect his body, The physical fitness of a Primarch allowed him to adapt to almost any environment where humans could exist.
At this moment, Caleb discovered the traces of the Drukhari in this small hive city.
They were raiding the internal population, and driving them into the Webway.
Now, the Webway in the Warp could be considered the last lifeline for this race.
Commorragh, located at the center of the Webway's intersection, had become one of the few gathering areas for the Eldar.
These Warp highways were good things that even the Emperor Grandpa would drool over.
If the Emperor had the inheritance of the Old Ones, then he probably wouldn't have been in such a hurry for the Great Crusade.
At this time, the planetary defense force, which was the Astra Militarum, was struggling to resist the invasion of these Eldar.
However, ordinary humans were simply no match for these warriors; they could easily slaughter these ordinary people with elegant dance steps.
Ordinary humans were not enemies to them, but toys.
The bloody slaughter they unfolded was nothing more than the pursuit of their own pleasure and sensory stimulation.
The streets were full of the corpses of mortals, these corpses had varying degrees of torture marks.
"Interesting!"
An Eldar pirate seeking stimulation was using the sharp blade in his hand to continuously slash the internal organs of a slave.
The bile and fluids flowing out from inside made the Eldar's senses feel excited.
The slave in front of him was crying and howling, but this sound was, in the eyes of these bandits, beautiful music instead.
"Damn it, these guys!"
Lion naturally could not allow these aliens to slaughter the people.
Traitors were traitors, heretics were heretics, but whether it was Chaos or the Loyalist Faction, one had to unite against the heretics when facing them.
The traitor legions even hated these aliens very much, which showed that the legacy left by the Imperium of Man back then was still useful.
[ Mission: Defeat the Eldar! ]
[ At the same time, help the planet complete the tax fleet mission. ]
[ Due to the influence of the Warp, a tax fleet will arrive at this planet 30 years early. ]
"Uh~"
Although this was just a small, unremarkable mission, the difficulty of this mission was also very high!
Caleb knew how to fight wars, and he could even fight apocalyptic-level battles with immense pressure.
But if it was fighting plus simulation management, he really didn't know.
And Lion didn't seem to be good at simulation management either, which made things tricky!
At this moment, Caleb really wanted to get Guilliman out; if he had Guilliman's help, then this mission might be completed.
If that didn't work, he could get some Astartes from the Ultramarines to manage internal affairs.
But Caleb felt that this kind of mission probably couldn't be completed in a normal way.
He didn't have any pieces on hand that could manage anything!
At this moment, the lone Lion had already drawn his greatsword and rushed into the enemy pirate formation.
He roamed freely among the Eldarranks like a god of war.
Some Eldar wanted to compete in swordsmanship with the mortal woman in front of them, but they were cut down by her sword within two moves.
There were also some insidious conspirators who wanted to use certain traps or psychic means to interfere with this woman.
However, whenever the light on the opponent's bracelet shone brightly, their schemes would always fail.
And so, a large number of pirate aliens were killed, and even, Lion even planned to board their slaver ship.
That was a small pirate ship, with a sleek exterior and solar sails, which allowed it to continuously move forward in the stable Webway.
The compact hull could also carry various psychic weapons, which could cause devastating blows to the Imperium's patrol fleet.
The cowardly planetary defense force retreated as soon as they encountered these Drukhari troops.
These soldiers didn't even have decent armor, which was very absurd.
"Hey!"
Lion El'Jonson caught a fleeing soldier; his eyes were full of terror, and he had no will to fight at all!
"Why are you running?"
"The weapons are in your hands; do you think you can outrun these Eldar?"
"Since you're going to die anyway, why not choose to die heroically instead of running away and being captured by them for nothing?"
Lion's war boot stepped on this mortal's chest.
At this moment, the mortal had already collapsed on the ground, his eyes closed tightly, not daring to look at the woman in front of him.
"My lady, it's not that we don't want to!"
"The lord's agricultural tax is due in a while, and our wheat and food problems haven't been solved yet!"
"I have elders above and children below at home; I have to go home to harvest the wheat!"
"Otherwise, when the lord's personal guard comes, if we can't pay the food, my wife and children will automatically become so-called food and be handed over!"
"Ah?" Lion looked at the soldier with no will to fight in front of him, stunned.
To confirm whether this was the real situation, he even grabbed several soldiers who were preparing to flee and confirmed repeatedly.
"It's absolutely true, Miss!"
"Now the Air Guild has already collected taxes 50 years into the future."
"If you don't pay, you'll be cut off from air."
"Recently, even breathing has become more and more expensive!"
When it was confirmed that this planet was indeed very abstract, Lion stayed where he was like a little fool.
His eyes were full of clarity, just like a college student who had just entered society, shocked and ignorant.
Lion El''Jonson: What the hell, what kind of place is this? Why make soldiers fight and also make soldiers pay money, huh?
How can soldiers like this fight? Is the lord here a blockhead? Why would he do this?
At this moment, Caleb, sitting next to the gameboard, had already guessed how abstract this planet was.
On one side was the tax fleet, and on the other side was the Eldar.
The current Planetary Governor was probably stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Friendly forces wanted to kill him, and enemy forces also wanted to kill him.
It belonged to being disliked by both sides, completely unplayable!
Compared to the Eldar's slow knife cutting meat, perhaps for those Planetary Governors, the Imperium's tax fleet was even more fatal.
Thus, it created such an abstract scene on this planet.
The soldiers on the front line were both serfs and soldiers.
They not only had to fulfill the agricultural tasks given to them by the noble lords.
Occasionally, during the slack season, they had to be pulled out to fill the lines, which was really too miserable.
And in order to complete the food tax task, these crazy guys had even turned the population into food and handed them over.
They even imposed high taxes on air, which was a heaven-defying thing.
Now, the Planetary Governor of this planet was probably in a state of draining the pond to catch all the fish.
He no longer cared whether the next tax could be paid; he only cared whether this tax could be paid.
"It's really true that you have to pay taxes for breathing!"
Caleb was too lazy to complain about the administrative efficiency of the Imperium; without the Webway, the Imperium could not have any administrative efficiency.
According to the basic settings of Warhammer, the Astropaths of both sides had probably already made contact.
After learning that they had to pay taxes early for no reason, the local Planetary Governor was probably about to explode.
Caleb: Uh, how should I put it? Although this planet is very abstract, the actual situation might be more abstract than you think!
As far as I know, a fleet is lost in the Warp; that is a tax fleet.
I think you should be very familiar with the tithe system.
Lion nodded; he could even recite the system regarding the tithe from his memory.
"This, I know!"
"According to the tax level of an agricultural world, it should be a first-class special grade, right!"
"In theory, 75% to 90% of the entire planet's agricultural surplus must be handed over!"
"However, the Imperium would accurately calculate the remaining tax and leave enough rations for the people of this planet to live!"
Sometimes Caleb even suspected that the Emperor was a Khrushchev.
How could the formulated agricultural policy be comparable to Brezhnev's?
Although this system could indeed collect a large amount of agricultural value in a short time, if it lasted for a long time, it would definitely lay the groundwork for a mine for the Imperium.
Once a problem occurred, the Planetary Governor would have to drain the pond to catch the fish, so the Imperium would actually be equivalent to squeezing the entire planet dry at once.
Caleb: That's right, a tithe fleet came too early! It arrived about 30 years early!
The Planetary Governor can't afford to pay the tax, so he can only desperately exploit the civilians below!
"Ah, this!"
Little Lion was stunned again.
What the hell, what kind of cross-time tax law is this?
The governor pushed the tax collection 50 years into the future, and then the tax collection agency arrived 30 years early.
What is this doing? Tax-tax peace?
Why is the current Imperium so abstract?
The ones below are in a mess, and the ones above are also in a mess!
In fact, after careful planning, the Planetary Governor had already started to give up.
This wasn't three or five months early; this was 30 years early.
When that fleet came out of the Mandeville Point, he had already given up.
At this moment, Lion would never have thought, what kind of mission would Caleb give him?
He thought that he only needed to kill all these damn Eldar, and his mission would be completed.
Lion El''Jonson: Father should want me to kill all the Eldar here, right?
By the way, catch one or two prisoners to inquire about the information on Webway technology, right?
Little Lion raised his head arrogantly; it was obvious that he thought he had guessed correctly.
Caleb, sitting in the living room, also nodded slightly.
Very good, he guessed half of it; hopefully, after hearing the full mission, he wouldn't collapse.
Caleb: Great, good kitty, you guessed half of it!
The other half is that you need to help this planet complete the tax mission.
I will hand over the mission progress bar to you; this planet still needs 67% to complete the tax quota, work hard!
Hmm~ This can also be considered a test for you; if you need anything, I will help you again!
Caleb hummed a little tune and stood up from the sofa.
However, Lion was scratching his head on the spot at this moment.
"No!" Lion's hair fur stood on end; why make him play a simulation game? He didn't know how!
Looking at the 67% incomplete quota, Lion felt that his sky had collapsed!
He wasn't Guilliman; why play a simulation game?
"No, I must pull myself together!"
Looking at the pile of Eldarcorpses in front of him, Lion patted his slightly curved chest to soothe himself.
Lion believed that this must be a test of his father entrusting him with a heavy responsibility.
After all, Horus also managed logistics back then.
Looking at the bracelet in his hand, Lion seemed to have realized something.
This must be a test from his father to see if he could be the Warmaster.
As long as he completed the test, then there would be no problem!
However, at this time, a certain onlooker, the Yellow-skinned Mouse, was also watching silently.
He was the Emperor, and the Emperor was monitoring the movements of his child through his little angel telephone watch.
Emperor: Is this kitty that only knows how to pant okay?
If this guy can manage the rear, I'll perform a handstand on the Golden Throne!