Chapter 284 Post-War Meeting

This may be the only decent place left in this nest city. At least you can still see a complete table and wooden stools that have not been burned as firewood.

A group of people sat around a simple table. Their armor and clothes looked like they had not been changed for a long time. They were just wiped a few times.

The people in this room were higher in status than each other. It was rare to see so many prominent figures gathered in silence.

A group of women, muscular, well-proportioned and healthy, but they did not wear any clothes or armor. They simply covered their graceful bodies with a piece of rag.

The woman kneeling in the front bowed her head to the ground. There was only an iron whip with thorns in front of her.

"Please punish us!"

The woman's voice was trembling and regretful, not as powerful as imagined.

In front of her was a young man wearing an ordinary Krieg military uniform, but the man did not feel happy about such a scene. Instead, he showed anger and confusion.

"I say. Who came up with this idea?"

Lin Fan glanced around and looked at the people who came to the meeting with suspicion.

Bishop Marian slid to his knees and landed at Lin Fan's feet, which frightened Lin Fan.

You must have rehearsed this beforehand.

Bishop Marian spoke, his voice old and heavy, "Saint!"

"Don't call me Saint, if you call me Saint again I will make sure you never see the Golden Throne in your lifetime."

"Uh." It can be seen that Lin Fan's threat was very effective, and Bishop Marian's unshakable face collapsed.

"Saint. Soap Lord."

"Hmm?"

"Ahem, Mr. Soap."

Seeing that Lin Fan did not object to the title, Bishop Marian continued to explain the nuns' behavior.

"They feel that they have committed serious sins. They are foolish and deceived by the evil spirits, and they have become the executioners who destroyed the city."

"So they think that if I whip them to death one by one, it will be their atonement?"

"Everything is up to you to decide. How dare I, a mere bishop, speak nonsense?"

Lin Fan frowned sadly. He did not care about the heresy trial of these nuns during the war, but turned to ask Inquisitor Omar.

"What is the current statistics of the nest city? How many living people are there in this place? How many facilities can be put into production?"

Inquisitor Omar silently picked up the data board in his hand. In the past few days, he has been rescuing survivors in the ruined Memeril nest city with the only remaining imperial army.

The army has always been very useful in dealing with such situations. For those who want to satisfy their selfish desires in the chaos, they are left with bayonets and bullets, and there is absolutely no room for negotiation.

"The Scrap Plain, needless to say, as the largest mining and industrial production facility on this planet, is now a pure no-man's land. The outer transportation routes are gone, the central processing plant area is gone, and the core power plant has been exploding these days. If you go there, you will just be sent away by excessive radiation."

Clicking the screen, it seems that this is going to talk about the situation in the nest city. Omar sighed deeply, which made Lin Fan's heart heavier, and also made the nuns who were kneeling on the ground almost naked feel fear and self-blame.

Some suppressed crying can still be heard faintly.

"The Memeril Hive had 15 billion residents before the war. When the war broke out, 50 million PDFs (Planetary Defense Forces, abbreviated hereafter) were mobilized. About 30 million people died in the battles with the enemy and in the control of supplies."

"But these are still acceptable casualties. After that, the church established tens of thousands of redemption armies, some of which were sent to the battlefield, and most of them stayed in the hive, cooperating with the Sisters and the completely annihilated Crusaders to create tragedies."

"More than 2 billion people in the hive died in the Inquisition, and more than 4 billion people died in the strong reaction when sinking into the subspace. Most of them were swallowed by the demonized ground, or their blood was directly evaporated by the eyes of the sky."

"The food circulation facilities in the hive have collapsed, the air maintenance system can barely be used, and a large number of daily production facilities. Excuse me, the sisters' cleansing of the mechanical priests is a bit too thorough. We may not be able to find so many knowledgeable people to operate these equipment."

"The 150 stationed in the hive 100,000 new soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and on the front battlefield, except for the Krieg Corps, almost all the corps fell into desperate suicide and internal massacre when the meat mountain and illusion appeared. "

"We only have about 30,000 Krieg soldiers and 540,000 remnants of other corps, but we can still recruit some people to maintain order."

"How many people were there in the army originally?"

"2 million Krieg Corps and 50 million other soldiers."

After listening to Omar's description, Lin Fan sighed, "So now, only half of the living people are left on this barren planet."

"It can be calculated like this. According to calculations and my experience, this bad situation will continue for about a few decades, and then the entire planet will only have more than 2 billion dead, and it can be redeveloped. The remaining equipment can just maintain the needs of these people."

Lin Fan waved his hand, indicating that he had understood, and then walked in front of Sister Selina, picked up the whip and yanked it hard.

The snap sounded terrifying, but no nun trembled, they were ready.

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"You heard it all, right? Do you know what crime you have committed now?"

"I am guilty of unforgivable sins, and neither is the Sisterhood. We have tarnished the Emperor's faith."

"Then do you know how you should atone for your sins?"

"We...we should be sent to the most desperate battlefield, to die in repentance and contempt, without a throne to bless our souls, we only hope to..."

"Can you be forgiven? Chi!"

Lin Fan sneered and threw the whip to the ground, which made Sister Selina even more terrified, but she could only press her forehead against the cold floor and remain motionless.

"Look up now, what is this?"

Sister Selina looked at it timidly. It was a shovel covered with mud. "This is a shovel."

"Very good, you have to atone your sins, but not to go to the battlefield. What you have to do is to build up everything you smashed!"

Lin Fan patted Sister Selina's shoulder, "You are good at destruction? Then are you good at construction? If you really feel guilty about your crimes, go down and take care of the civilians. Many people don't have enough food."

"Bishop Marian! Take them away and send them to the nest city to let them work and help others. I have seen them all along the way. There are not many strong and healthy people. These nuns can do some heavy work."

Bishop Marian stood up and retreated with the nuns.

Judge Omar took a few steps closer, a little worried, "I don't really understand. There is actually not much work to do down there. I'm not saying that cleaning up the ruins is useless, but compared to the problem of food, I think the bad environment is conducive to our better elimination."

"Eliminate some people? Is that what you said? We worked so hard, so many people died, and so much blood and tears were shed, but in the end we didn't save the planet, but sent these poor guys to hell? What's the difference between us and the Chaos Demons?"

"But our food is indeed a big problem. Even if we need to repair production equipment, we are short of a large number of qualified steel parts."

"Eleventh Tax Warehouse."

"What?"

"Eleventh Tax Warehouse! What? Do I need to repeat it?"

Judge Omar swallowed nervously. He looked at Lin Fan and felt that this was not a joke.

"Only death and taxes are unavoidable. If this planet fails to pay taxes, we are likely to be labeled as heretics. Mr. Soap, you should know that the throne is too far away and the taxation fleet is too close. Our application may not be accepted by the Terra Administration until after the planet is destroyed. Not to mention, a single move can affect the entire body."

Lin Fan knew what Omar was worried about. The remoteness of the planet and the backwardness of communication made the transmission of any information so sluggish. The destruction of many worlds was not due to the failure to send out distress signals.

It was that the rescue fleet had to go through a long information transmission and complex political review before it could be dispatched.

When the reinforcements arrived, either the unrest was over and the trip was in vain, or there was no living person on the entire planet, and the fleet left some troops and began to re-colonize.

The problem of a single move affecting the entire body is more complicated and critical. No one can be sure whether these tithes are urgently needed.

Perhaps the supplies accumulated on your planet for a hundred years were taken away by the expedition fleet to support the doomsday battlefield in the neighboring star region.

Those military supplies and materials that had been stored for more than a hundred years became the last straw that crushed the enemy.

But what if the taxes were not paid? Maybe the Imperial Army was short of a legion of supplies because of this battle, and the flank defense line collapsed, and was annihilated by orcs or various aliens.

Finally, after a few decades, those aliens came to your world, so you paid the price in blood.

The entire planet fell, and everyone became slaves and food for the aliens.

"Let me think about it again. You go down first, manage the food rations, and give me a few days."

"Okay, Mr. Soap."

Inquisitor Omar took his leave, he still had a lot of work to do.

Lin Fan sighed and sat on the ground. He really couldn't afford to bet whether the supplies in this warehouse would become an urgent need in a war zone. After all, the wars in the empire were too frequent.

After the Emperor exploded the golden flower, the connection was disconnected again. I don't know if he fought with the evil god.

A figure jumped out of the shadows and covered Lin Fan's eyes.

"Guess who I am~"

Good night. Good night? I could replace your eyeballs and your brain so you wouldn't need to sleep.