Last Wish (4/5)

Kiliman's anger was like substance, making the air in the hall sear for it.

Those representatives shivered, not knowing why the Protoss was so angry.

"My lord, the Kalima family I am a member of has served the Empire for three thousand years, we have never betrayed the Empire, you cannot deprive us of our rights like this. Is such a cruel decision the reward the Empire gives to its loyalists?"

The planetary governor of Planet Sara trembled.

"Loyalty?" Kiliman raised his tone, scrutinizing the guy in front of him, "Tens of billions have died on this planet, hundreds of millions have defected and become cultists, and the fact that I didn't kill you is a reward for not having defected.

"We were appointed by your father, who gave us hereditary rights. You cannot remove us for such a thing." Another woman stepped forward, desperately trying to explain the legitimacy of their rule.

"Your titles were granted by the Terra Senate, and you are only speaking on behalf of the Emperor, the first Terra Senate was formed by me, and I have the absolute right to rule."

(The Council created by the Emperor was dissolved during the Horus Mutiny, and when the war ended and Kiliman arrived, he was appointed Regent and re-established the Terra Council.)

"My lord, we are ...."

"....."

.....

The other representatives also stepped forward, and their questions flew like snowflakes at the Protoss.

As their own rights were threatened, they seemed to have lost some of their respect and fear for Kiliman.

Power is corrosive, Sicarius thought, eroding respect, eroding common sense, making people greedy and selfish.

The Protoss were saving the world, and these people were showing resentment because their rights were compromised.

The power of a single planet can make people lose their minds.

How terrible would it be if the rights of a star area, a starfield, or even an empire.

Perhaps they would simply kill the protoforms to defend their ruling interests.

Sicarius felt a twinge of horror at his own treacherous thought.

Perhaps one day he would need to make a choice between the empire defined by Kiliman or the empire defined by the Terra Council.

Kiriman wouldn't give in to giving in to those old-fashioned forces, and from the time he had awakened until now, he had made no secret of his loss of the current state of the empire.

He desperately wanted to change the empire, to bring humanity back from the abyss of ignorance and depravity.

Those who had ruled the empire for thousands of years would never be willing to give up the power in their hands.

They will do all the terrible behaviors for their luxurious life and family interests.

....

Under Kiriman's anger, all the representatives were driven out.

After a few moments, Sicarius returned, and he respectfully saluted his protoplasm, asking for forgiveness before speaking.

"My lord, there is a man who may meet your requirements, but he has been infected by the epidemic and will soon be dead, there is no way for him to come and see you in person, if you would be so kind, would it be possible for you to move over to the hospital."

Contemplating for a moment, Kiliman stood up, "Come on, let's go and have a look."

......

The appearance of a Progenitor galvanized the populace of Sara's Star.

They ran from all directions, shouting the names of Kiriman and the Emperor outside the steel defense line established by the Glory Guard.

Many had tears in their eyes and were so excited that they could hardly contain themselves.

Some of the devout ran to kiss the ground where the Protoss had walked and howled their thanks to the Protoss for saving them from their nightmares.

"All mad." Kiliman looked at the men and whispered.

"They are too excited, my lord." Sicarius said.

"I wonder how disappointed my father would be if he saw this, he doesn't like such fanatical beliefs, wrongly said, he doesn't like any beliefs." Kiliman said.

Sicarius didn't say anything, he hadn't lived through that time with the Emperor.

Didn't know what the real her was really like.

Kiliman entered a makeshift hospital, disabled soldiers and civilians encouraged by his arrival.

"You guys were outstanding." Kiliman didn't mince his words of praise, "You defended the planet and dealt a severe blow to Chaos, without you we wouldn't have had such an easy victory."

His words made the people in the hospital unusually happy.

Everyone's face carried pride, they had been recognized by a Progenitor, this was an extremely honorable thing.

Many of the soldiers who were excited inwardly secretly shook their fists, they would continue to serve the Empire until the end of their lives and until the Empire was finally redeemed.

To better inspire people, Kiliman even allowed a soldier with a broken leg to hold one of his armor-covered fingers as a reward.

He was too big for an ordinary man to shake his hand.

Cheers shook the hospital, and the soldier who had gotten special treatment sobbed even more; at this point, he would have given everything for the Protoss.

Amidst the gazes of respect and admiration, Kiliman walked into the deepest ward.

A dying Imperial loyalist was lying on a hospital bed.

Dripping medical equipment filled the space around him.

His body was covered in pus, but there were no wounds, all the result of the disease.

"His name is Jie An, with the rank of colonel, he is the commander of the Third Defense Regiment, and the defender of Planet Sara, in a situation where his top lieutenants all ran away, as a colonel, he took the initiative to take on the duty of defending Planet Sara, otherwise there was no way for Planet Sara to hold out for so long. It's just a pity that during the battle, his internal organs have been corroded and there's nothing we can do about it."

A physician next to Kiriman introduced the patient's condition.

Kiriman opened the door to the ward and bent down to walk in.

The ward was filled with a very disgusting smell, like rotting watermelon mixed with rotten fish.

Kiliman adjusted his breathing, trying his best to adjust to the disgusting smell.

As for the matter of whether there were germs in the air, he wasn't worried.

The Protoforms possessed the strongest immune system in the real universe, and ordinary germs couldn't do them any harm.

"Colonel Jetan," Kiriman lowered his voice and called out compassionately to the poor Imperial hero.

He had given everything for the planet Sara, and now, here he was, waiting to die.

It was an unfair fate that the loyalists gave their all for the Empire, while the despicable stepped on their bones to enjoy a life of honor and luxury.

The patient did his best to open his eyes and turned his head at a very small angle to look at the protoform, his pustule-covered face breaking into a smile.

"Is that you? Lord Protozoa? The Holy Emperor has not forsaken me, you are so merciful that you are willing to come see a dying man."

"No, you are a hero of the Empire, Jetan, and this world will have your apocryphal image and story, and you will be sung for all eternity." Kiliman said.

"No, I did not fulfill my duty, I let so many people die. I was supposed to protect them, to protect the world, but I didn't. If you hadn't come along, everything I did would have been in vain."

A hint of sobbing appeared in Jetan's voice, he cried for his own incompetence, and for Kiriman's arrival, it was the Progenitor who had saved Sara's Star, and those innocent civilians.

"If it wasn't for your presence, Sala Star would have turned into a plague death star before we arrived, you have slowed down the enemy and created an opportunity for us to annihilate them, I will award you the Imperial Medal of Honor in the name of the Imperial Regent as a way of remembering the contribution you have made to the Empire."

"Thank you, Protoss, it is an honor." Jetan cried, happy to be recognized.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Kiliman asked.

"Can you grant me the mercy of the Emperor? I can feel the organs inside me rotting away, they are torturing me, making me succumb to the pain, trying to make me sell my soul."

Jetan's eyes went to Kiriman's flawless face, full of begging, every second of being alive was agony.

To be recognized by Kiriman, his life was complete.

It was time to leave.

He would never give in to the pain and sell his soul to those twisted beings.

He would always be loyal to humanity, to the Empire, and to the Emperor.

Kiliman was silent for a moment before speaking, "If that is your last wish, I can fulfill it."