Inside the magnificent residence of the Planetary Governor, the harsh external environment did not affect the luxurious decor on the top floor in the slightest.
The nobles chose to numb themselves with even more extravagant fine wines.
At the banquet, the nobles wantonly enjoyed extremely expensive delicacies, not caring even if these precious foods required wasting the entire planet's annual budget.
In a while, they would very likely be killed by the tax fleet coming to collect taxes.
The arrival of the tax fleet did not bring despair to these people; instead, it brought them a sense of relief, leading them into a state of hedonistic oblivion.
"Your Excellency, the Planetary Governor, we are still 68% short of the tax quota!"
"Although there were some errors in our records, I still suggest you fulfill your loyalty!"
The Imperial Administration officials tried to persuade the Planetary Governor. Although they wouldn't be involved in the final judgment, they still hoped the nobles before them would fulfill their duties to the Imperium!
The reason was simple, after all, if this group of nobles kicked the bucket, they would likely have to go through political struggles to select a new Planetary Governor.
"Loyalty, duty?" The Planetary Governor chuckled, and then his tone was filled with sarcasm.
"Loyalty, I have always been loyal!"
"I have actively prepared for taxes in previous years. After the Adeptus Mechanicus Magos held the life-extension ceremony for me, I have already paid taxes to the Imperium five times!"
"When have I not fulfilled the full amount? When have I not exhausted myself to complete those completely unreasonable quotas?"
"If it weren't for the Tithe fleet this time refusing to admit they got the time wrong, I might still have hope and try a little harder!"
"But what?"
"What was their reply to me?"
"They insisted they didn't get the time wrong. If I can't pay the taxes, what awaits me and my family is the white phosphorus torture!"
"Anyway, I'll be eating white phosphorus shells sooner or later, so why bother? I've been a Planetary Governor for hundreds of years, yet I haven't even enjoyed myself. Now that I think about it, it's truly ironic!"
The Planetary Governor grabbed the collar of the Imperial Administration official, his mouth full of anger.
To him, he was going to die either way, so he might as well have a good time.
For this, he even selected some beautiful female slaves of the yulv species, to serve as his human banquet.
Even if this meant spending all the taxes in the warehouse, he didn't care.
"If you think you can solve the problem, then you be the Planetary Governor!"
"You can even appoint anyone you want. I can even have other members of my family directly hand over their corresponding positions to you!"
"As long as you can fill the remaining 68% of the tax quota, then you can be the Planetary Governor, I don't care!"
"I can even give you all the soldiers and let you launch a rebellion to overthrow me!"
"Kid, do you have the guts?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the lively atmosphere in the banquet hall came to an abrupt halt.
The nobles who were still indulging themselves looked at this young Imperial Administration official with great anticipation.
Now they were dying for a scapegoat to take over this mess for them.
Anyway, they had already given up; as long as someone came to take over, they would immediately start throwing.
Rather than waiting for others to kill them, they might as well take out the remaining inheritance and have a good time.
This is the reason why this planet has become so absurd today.
Because the upper class are all desperate people; even though they hold supreme power, they still cannot escape the fate of death.
Still, as the saying goes, if the upcoming task were achievable, they wouldn't be so desperate.
Once people are asked to complete an almost impossible task, what they are likely to do is not to fight for their lives, but to simply give up.
The young official was pulled away by an elderly man.
The elderly man first bowed slightly to apologize to the Planetary Governor, then hurriedly dragged the young man out of the banquet hall.
"Father, why didn't you stop them? This is wasting the Imperium's precious assets! It will even cause Francis to fall completely into the control of aliens!"
"You little brat, do you want to eat white phosphorus shells?"
"You might want to, but your father doesn't!"
"Those people now are just dying for someone to actually rebel and attack them!"
"Right now, the position of Planetary Governor is a hot potato. If you want to die, don't drag your father into it!"
Clearly, the absurd scene on this planet had already been tacitly approved by various forces.
Caleb could grasp everything on this planet through the gameboard, and even read the thoughts of every NPC.
However, the more he understood the current situation of this planet, the more helpless Caleb felt.
An extremely backward administrative management system, coupled with this hopeless communication speed.
Made the Imperium a giant, dying zombie.
During the Great Crusade, Malcador could use his own psychic means to reduce the latency issues with other planets.
He could influence the Planetary Governor through his own psychic whispers, allowing him to make the right decisions.
However, it is a pity that Malcador is already dead.
If it weren't for Magnus's brain-dead psychic phone call, the Imperium probably wouldn't be so absurd right now.
[Caleb: Lion El''Jonson, how is your investigation going?]
[This mission is a test for you. In the future Imperium, you must not only be able to conquer the world, but you must also know how to operate it!]
Lion stared blankly ahead, his gaze as clear and bright as a lion on the savanna.
At this moment, his gaze was completely dull, because he really couldn't understand why the people on this planet were so absurd.
Huge agricultural machines were discarded at will in the fields and ridges.
A large number of people turned into Servitors would only keep circling around a machine that couldn't operate.
Those agricultural machines could clearly still be used, but they were just abandoned here, left to ruin here.
The Servitors in the factory entered standby mode; without the key provided by the Adeptus Mechanicus, these giant god-machines simply couldn't start.
Lion investigated carefully and found that these machines were all overdue on their payments.
The reason was that the Planetary Governor of this planet had already canceled cooperation with the Adeptus Mechanicus.
"Argh! Is this Planetary Governor a useless sack of meat?"
"Turning the planet into this, how can the tax be completed?"
"I originally thought it was these damn Dark Eldar disrupting production, but, looking at it now, it doesn't seem to be the case!"
It would have been fine not to investigate, but investigating really made his blood boil.
The agricultural production capacity of this planet is actually very high, but all resources have not been utilized efficiently.
Abandoned giant agricultural machines, agricultural Servitors unable to work.
Dark Eldar snatching people at will, and sometimes even seeing some knight lords in the castle holding luxurious weapons, hunting their own serfs in the fields!
Fine, Lion had already confirmed that the Planetary Governor on this planet was not doing a single human thing.
He must launch a rebellion to directly crush the Planetary Governor to death.
[Lion El''Jonson: Father, I can't watch this anymore. I must finish off this useless Planetary Governor!]
[In this current state, how is it possible to complete the tax mission!]
[Even if I could really go to the Dark Eldar and snatch some things, it would be impossible to fill this huge hole!]
[Must crush those useless sacks of meat; otherwise, otherwise, these insects will never be able to complete the mission.]
Because some of Lion's mission progress bars are bound to the gameboard.
So he can see how much tax is still needed to complete the mission.
Some time ago, this mission progress bar was 67% away from completion, but as a result, it has now become 68%.
Obviously, the limited resources have also been wasted.
If this Planetary Governor keeps squandering it, his mission will never be completed.
[Caleb: If you want to solve the problem, you can try to raid the Governor's Mansion!]
[With your current abilities, if you raid directly, you can probably sit on the throne of the Planetary Governor as Artoria.]
"Is that so?"
"Just me alone?"
"Just me alone, I'm afraid that's not enough!"
Lion was still a bit worried. What if he teleported right into their faces and ended up being ambushed? Wouldn't he be imprisoned then?
If he could also teleport his sons over, that would be a wonderful thing.
"If you have a problem, just go ask the amazing Doraemon!"
"Don't just let him sit there stuffing his face with dorayaki; Daddy has already given you a cheat code, don't let it go to waste!"
Lion turned his head and looked skeptically at the cat beside him. What could this strange artificial intelligence do besides being a glutton?
"By the way, Doraemon, I have a question for you!"
"Oh, go ahead and ask!" The blue cat stuffed another mouthful of snacks in.
There was always a strange whimpering sound when he spoke.
"If you have any troubles, perhaps the gadgets in my hands can solve them!"
The cat's attitude was very nonchalant, as if he were just an ordinary nanny robot, and right now, he was just babysitting.
"Do you have any kind of gadget that can let the warriors behind me keep up?"
"I can indeed teleport anywhere on this planet at will, but my brothers don't have that ability!"
"That's simple!" The cat stretched out his two chubby hands and kept rummaging through his four-dimensional pocket.
A pink door frame was pulled out from his pocket and placed on the ground.
Doraemon then characteristically shouted out the Name of the gadget.
"Anywhere door!"
"With this, you can go anywhere!"
"Of course, the prerequisite is that you must know the coordinates of that place, If that doesn't work, you can also take this tracking ring and go directly; that can also be used for positioning!"
After speaking, the cat actually took out a blue tracking ring and slapped it onto Lion's wrist.
Now, as long as Lion teleports right into their faces, he could instantly bring the Dark Angels to the Planetary Governor's side.
"Is this reliable?"
Lion still didn't believe that this ordinary-looking wooden door had such capabilities.
Because this thing looked far too crude.
"Oh, it's absolutely no problem!"
"Although these things are second-hand, the quality assurance is absolutely fine!"
Doraemon was still eating dorayaki, and Lion felt that this cat seemed extremely unreliable.
To ensure that this thing worked, Lion decided to let this Iron Man try it out first.
"Then I'll go back first, and you use this door to follow me!"
"If it works, I'll adopt it; if it doesn't, you might as well take it back!"
To test it, he wanted to use The Wanderer to go back first and have the cat follow.
This way, he could test if the gadget worked; if it was unreliable, he definitely wouldn't use it.
As Lion took a step, a jungle appeared before him.
After passing through a lush forest, Lion's figure soon arrived at the secret forest bar from before.
He had expected to see the Fallen Angels ready for action.
But as soon as he returned, these brats started causing trouble.
He saw two Battle-Brothers frantically discussing with paper and pens.
Both sides had presented their sketches, looking as if they had gone to the Emperor's Children for further training.
"Battle-Brother 1: I think Lord Lion's skirt armor has more charm!"
"So the gothic lolita outfit I designed fits Lord Lion's temperament better!"
"Battle-Brother 2: Bullshit, didn't you see the previous bunny woman outfit!"
"That thing is the true perfection! We should ask the Techmarine to make a similar armor. Haven't you heard the principle that the less fabric, the more armor!"
"You..." Lion's fist hardened. After giving these two suspected Emperor's Children brothers a whack, he felt better.
The two Battle-Brothers knelt on the ground, looking aggrieved, Now, Lion's height was only level with them when they knelt.
"You guys, you never do anything proper all day long!"
"Why design these strange things? Do you think I would wear them!"
"Caleb: Hard to say!"
"The Emperor: He will, he will!"
Caleb and the Emperor were actually just watching the fun; they were both even playing "Mirai Nikki" themselves!
Caleb was actually discussing the costume design for a gender-bent Primarch with Hashida via WhatsApp.
And the Emperor, was gathering inspiration by thrashing Slaanesh.
As Lion arrived at the tavern, a pink wooden door suddenly appeared beside him.
Immediately after, the cat walked out from it, smiling at him the very first moment he stepped out.
While smiling, he added a comment.
"See, it's very simple!"
"If you want your people to follow you, just wear the tracking ring!"
"This can adjust the anywhere door's positioning coordinates in real-time. This way, others can reach the position you are standing at just by going through the anywhere door!"
The cat raised his head and proudly patted his chest. Although his chest was very small, everyone could see the cat's confidence.
"Sigh, Daddy still has such amazing treasures!"
"Very good, very nice!"
"We'll borrow this thing for the Dark Angels to use for now!"
"With this, I don't have to worry about the silly brats behind me falling behind!"
Putting his head through the anywhere door, Lion was ecstatic.
The scene outside was exactly where he had just been; this thing was extremely reliable.
He even felt it was just like his own Warp nature, extremely useful.
He had been distressed before that his own abilities easily caused his brats to fall behind, but now, the problem was completely solved.
With this thing, his brats could now mindlessly follow the group!
The damn teleporters on the Terminator armor often had issues.
But this thing at hand didn't seem to have those problems.
"Zabriel!"
Lioness called for her brats, and soon, all the members of the Dark Angels had put on their power armor and gathered around Lion.
"Lord Lion, is there anything you need us for?"
"The Battle-Brothers are ready for action. If you have already determined the next mission, we can provide support at any time!"
Lion nodded with satisfaction. Many of these Fallen Angels were soldiers from the 30k era.
They hadn't been poisoned by the so-called "Astartes toilet paper," so they were the most convenient for Lion to use.
Lion told his silly brats about his plan to raid the Planetary Governor's mansion.
However, Lion probably didn't expect that the current Planetary Governor was practically begging for someone to rebel.
At this moment, the political situation on this planet had reached a historic moment.
The upper nobility and the Planetary Governor were dying for someone to rebel, and at the same time, the Little Lion who liked to pant was already preparing to rebel!
Looking at the map of the interior of the Planetary Governor's mansion that had been pulled out on the bar table, the curious Lion didn't even know where this thing came from.
"Tell me, where did you get this map?"
"It's so accurate, why do I feel like there's something wrong!"
"Oh!"
"It's like this, Lord Lion!"
"The dead gangster tavern owner had an invitation to the Planetary Governor's mansion on him, and it had a complete map of the interior of the Planetary Governor's mansion on it, seemingly because they were worried these reckless guests might get lost."
"Our scouts have investigated, the map is very accurate, without any errors!"
When Caleb heard this, he couldn't help but grimace.
This probably wasn't out of concern for guests getting lost, but concern for the rebels getting lost.
These troublemaking nobles were just terrified that the subsequent rebels would be too stupid, so they had already paved all the paths for them.
It could be said that the entire Planetary Governor's mansion had been prepared for the next successor.
As long as someone could reach the interior of the Planetary Governor's mansion, then congratulations to them; they would immediately be the Planetary Governor.
Lion had no suspicions about this, and he hadn't even considered that this was done intentionally by someone, deliberately letting others become the Planetary Governor.
Lion just felt that the current Planetary Governor was too arrogant, leaking even such secrets; it was truly arrogant and self-destructing.