Chapter 176 The Figure on the Throne

Harris vented his anger, and there were several more bodies of servants on the ground.

When his emotions were out of control, the mechanical throne that was integrated with his body was always difficult to control.

The mechanical arms embedded in the throne strangled the beautiful and delicate servants around him to death.

But no one cared, and they were even used to it.

These servants were just daily consumables.

There were hundreds of billions of people in Mattila, and there were as many servants as needed.

Finally, before the last servant was strangled to death, Harris controlled his emotions and apologized to him:

"Sorry, my beautiful...

Anger always makes me lose my mind, this feeling is so annoying"

He controlled the mechanical arm to release the poor girl and signaled her to leave.

"Okay, my majesty~"

The girl restrained her fear, tremblingly saluted, and then retreated into the servant palace behind the mechanical throne.

But this does not mean that she is safe.

Facing this moody majesty, death may come to her at any time.

Killing and fear are Harris's usual means of ruling.

He firmly believes that only when people fear him can his rule continue.

Harris regained his sanity and asked the officials and nobles of the royal court with a smile how to deal with the damn traitor.

Seeing this, the ministers calmed down.

They racked their brains to provide strategies and suggestions to respond to His Majesty's inquiries.

Anyone who dares to perfunctorily deal with His Majesty, or makes His Majesty think that you are perfunctory, will put himself in danger.

That is a manifestation of disloyalty.

Disloyalty can kill people.

"Your Majesty, I propose to send all fleets immediately to completely destroy the planet Ers!"

Under the mechanical throne, the fat noble shouted loudly.

He looked loyal.

When the court officials heard this, they all revealed a hint of disgust in their eyes.

The fat man who spoke was from the Evila family, and he was good at flattery.

And with his shameless flattery, he was quite liked by His Majesty.

The fat nobleman kept talking:

"Only by making the traitors pay with blood can your majesty's majesty and inviolability be reflected...inviolable?"

While he was talking, he suddenly saw his majesty's venomous eyes.

The fat nobleman was sweating and his speech was unclear.

Does your majesty not like this suggestion?

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. His legs softened and he knelt on the ground, never daring to look up again.

Harris looked away and listened to the suggestions of others:

Send a reconnaissance ship to Ers to understand the enemy's strengths and weaknesses.

Strengthen the planetary defense array and conduct high-intensity monitoring of the capital galaxy to prevent enemy raids.

At the same time, let the various armed forces begin to prepare for war.

When these issues were almost discussed, Harris waved his hand to signal everyone to leave.

When everyone dispersed, he was the only one left in the huge royal court, sitting alone on the mechanical throne.

"Damn traitors, how did they do it!"

Harris gritted his teeth, and a trace of fear was revealed in the depths of his eyes.

That was a taxing fleet with three cruisers and more than twenty frigates.

A fleet of this size could be considered one of the most powerful forces in Mattila.

And such a fleet was destroyed silently!

This means that the planet Ers has the power to destroy the fleet, and he can only destroy it by sending out the battle fleet.

Harris was very angry, but he could do nothing about it.

Of course, he wanted to send out all the battle fleets to destroy Ers.

But he didn't dare.

Without the use of the subspace channel, it would take at least four or five years, or more, to attack Ers.

If the battle fleet is sent out, how can the safety of the planet and itself be guaranteed?

He couldn't follow the battle fleet to go on the expedition.

Once he left the planet, it would be hard to say whether the planet still belonged to him when he returned from the expedition.

Those nobles with ulterior motives, the damned cult, and the ignorant and unruly rebels wanted to take everything from him all the time.

They should really be killed!

Harris didn't even dare to step out of the throne.

Because he had suffered too many assassinations.

The most serious assassination severely damaged his body, so that he had to rely on machines to maintain his vitality.

This left a huge shadow on Harris, making him more fearful and suspicious.

When did all this start?

He pondered quietly.

He, Harris Marius, the genius heir of the Marius family, was once a well-loved governor of the star zone.

He was kind and rational, ambitious, and wanted to make the star zone prosperous.

Of course, as a governor of a star zone, even after physical enhancement, it was not easy to manage a star zone with more than ten planets.

It was even far beyond his imagination.

After all, the Primarch, who was millions of times stronger than mortals, would feel tired when facing complicated management work.

But no matter how heavy the work was, Harris still enjoyed it.

He firmly believed that as a genius, he could fulfill the mission given by the Emperor, and he didn't believe in the illusory prophecy.

The tyrant of the Marius family died tragically on the throne?

He is not a tyrant. Even if he dies, he will die of exhaustion on the throne.

That ridiculous prophecy will end in his hands.

Under Harris's careful governance, the Goli Sector has indeed developed further and people's lives have improved.

People no longer mentioned the prophecy, but praised him as a benevolent monarch.

But since when, the Ministry of Interior of Terra has gradually increased the tithe tax in the star zone.

Harris sent a letter to ask if it was a mistake, and whether such a tax was reasonable?

The internal affairs officials of the empire replied that the tax was formulated according to the development level of the star zone.

The star zone has developed, and it should bear more sacred obligations for the empire.

He could not refute this, and he had no power to refute it.

The heavy imperial tax burden made Harris unable to raise his head.

He thought of many ways, but still could not fill the gap.

For this reason, Harris could only abolish the labor law he set and put more pressure on the people.

These pressures were transmitted to all the planets in the star zone.

Long-term high-intensity labor and continuous decline in income made taxes more and more terrible.

What's more troublesome is that a large number of working people were conscripted into the Star Army.

Gradually, famine occurred in some places, and many people starved to death.

The people's protests were justified, but he had no way to explain it. The only thing he could do was to mobilize PDF and the Star Army to suppress the riots.

However, the riots are still increasing.

Harris had no choice but to submit an application to the Ministry of the Interior, begging for less tax, or even to extend the tax cycle.

The response of the Ministry of the Interior of Terra was very mild.

Let him talk to Chaos, to the greenskins, the bugs, and other rebels, and ask them to kill fewer fleets and soldiers of the Empire!

Along with the letter came the supervision of the Imperial Law Department.

There is no way, so let's continue.

When the protests in the hive city became more and more, the numb Harris just thought they were noisy.

The education system he originally set was also abolished, and one school after another was demolished, and more churches praising the Emperor were built.

Now only blind faith can slightly calm the people.

Ignorance is a virtue.

He himself believed that in such a situation, only God, the great Emperor, could save everything.

However, the situation inevitably got worse.

The people began to denounce him as a tyrant and cursed him with the most vicious language.

The terrible prophecy spread again:

The tyrant of the Goli Sector will die tragically on the throne!

Harris was under tremendous pressure.

He couldn't sleep all night, and even the potion couldn't make him sleep.

Even if he fell asleep, he was still plagued by nightmares.

He dreamed that the traitors were reveling, and he fell on the throne with blood dripping.

Harris became more and more fearful and suspicious.

He began to fear the arrival of loss and death.

He couldn't figure out why everything turned out like this.

Why didn't people understand his difficulties?

There were more and more rebellions and cult activities, and even the nobles openly opposed him.

Harris was powerless, he could only pray to the Emperor with helplessness and hope.

Expecting a response from Him.

Please tell him how to go on.

"Great Emperor, I'm lost.

Please give me guidance, guide me on the right path..."

But he prayed day after day, but didn't get any response.

Harris began to despair.

Under constant pressure, he made a mistake in his eulogy during his prayer.

Suddenly, the cold universe became warm and friendly, and he received waves of responses!

In his confusion, Harris saw a great existence.

That huge figure sat high on the brass throne...