36: Chapter 36 Blood-Red Tithe

The scene fell into silence, followed by an outbreak of loud discussion.

The players scrambled to ask Yang Gao:

"What does Imperial Regent mean?"

"What does Blue Grandpa mean?"

"No rush. Before I answer you brothers' questions, how about I gift you a dynamic image to use as a wallpaper?"

As he spoke, Yang Gao didn't wait for the players' agreement and immediately projected an image onto the big screen—the towering figure of Regent Guilliman, clad in the Armor of Fate and wielding the Emperor's Sword.

"Brothers, this is way too cool!"

"The sense of power, that physique… I feel like he could smash a hundred-ton king to scrap with one punch!"

"Brother, be careful saying things like that, or you might run into some 'good fortune' when you go out!"

"What a joke, why would I be afraid of him?"

"Still, this is genuinely cool. Do you guys think the other Primarchs are as cool as him?"

"Definitely, otherwise how would Brother Gao make money?"

"Next, I'd like to show everyone a bit of the plot. Is anyone interested?"

"Does a trash game even need a plot? Long Aotian was right, this is just a trash game!"

"Damn it, I've tolerated you for a long time! Watch if you want, if not, get lost!"

"Exactly!" Seeing that he had incited public anger, Long Aotian's fan wisely shut his mouth.

"Wait, brothers, why do I feel like I haven't been played?"

"Brother, now that you mention it, I have the same feeling."

(The author will now perform a little artistic embellishment.)

The screen suddenly turned pitch black. After a long while, three bloody characters appeared: "The Tithe."

The long-absent Cadian Soldiers appeared on camera.

"The mission this time is to collect the tithe on this planet. Move quickly!"

Soon, the transport ship landed on the planet's surface, and the hatch slowly opened.

The planet's official was waiting below with his men, his eyes filled with anticipation.

The Political Commissar accompanying the Cadian tax collection squad was the first to jump down from the transport ship.

"Old friend, long time no see."

"Indeed."

After exchanging pleasantries with his old friend for a moment, the planet's official asked: "Where are the supplies?"

"Old friend, we are here to collect the tithe."

After a moment of shock, the planetary Commander asked in an intense tone: "How is that possible? You clearly know the situation here!"

"Old friend, this is an order from the Imperial Departmento Munitorum."

A look of struggle appeared on the planetary Commander's face.

"Brothers, I know what the tithe is. Essentially, it was the ancient Roman tax on military spoils, with a rate of only one-tenth. Theoretically, the tax is very small, so why is the Commander still finding it so difficult?"

"Let's keep watching."

The Cadian Soldiers behind the Political Commissar placed their hands on the laser guns at their waists, ready to execute the planetary official on the spot should he show even a hint of dissatisfaction.

The Political Commissar promptly stopped the movement of the soldiers behind him.

After a struggle, the planetary official finally waved his hand, and the soldiers in the base began to move ammunition with extreme reluctance.

After giving instructions to the soldiers, the Political Commissar turned to leave.

"Political Commissar?"

"I cannot defy the Empire's decision, but I can choose to stay."

"You are defying the Emperor!"

"You used that trick well. You have the potential to be a Political Commissar."

The soldier fell silent.

Just as the soldier was about to say something—

"Enemy attack!"

Because of the lack of ammunition, a large number of Orks broke through the walls.

The soldiers had no choice but to pick up their weapons and engage in melee combat with the Orks, who were two or three times their size.

Soldiers were falling one after another. Just then, the Political Commissar grabbed a Chainsword and charged forward...