The Glaus Family (2/5)

"Fuck you Glaus."

"You should all be put on the fucking stake, you disgusting bunch of vampires."

Seeing the advertisement appearing on the holographic projection, Hawk could no longer hold back and let out a vicious curse.

But no matter how much he cursed, that holographic projector was still continuously playing the advertisement related to the Glaucus One Vitality Potion.

It was only after a few moments that it started to play some time-killing dramas.

Hawk lay on his bed, trying his best to calm himself down and suppress his anger.

The power of the Glaus family was encompassed in several galaxies, an unimaginably terrifying existence for someone like Hawk.

There was nothing he could do but rage impotently.

Getting angry would only make his life harder.

Numbness was the best state to be in.

Enough numbness would not be too sad, and one would be able to survive this hopeless life immersed in faith in the Emperor.

He didn't know why he was angry.

Everyone was like that, born, worked, married, raised children, then died early.

The bodies were recycled by the Food Association and sent to processing plants to be turned into an energy bar that would fill their stomachs.

For hundreds, thousands of years, people have lived this way, generation after generation.

Why did he want to be angry?

But Hawk just wanted to be angry, he felt that he had been deprived of countless valuable things by this vampire-like family in the underworld.

If he gave birth, his children would accept the same fate as his.

If he didn't, he would be sentenced to prison, and then he would have to become a vagabond.

Such a life was gray and desperate, a pool of stagnant water with not a single chance of change in sight.

Hawk rolled over a bit as he thought of something else, Spot was going to die.

And the only thing he could do was collect his friend's body and hide in a dark room and curse at a projector.

Hawk contemplated whether or not he should kill himself as well.

What was the point of suffering in this world?

"May the Holy Emperor burn you all."

Hawk let out a low curse.

After saying that, he showed bitterness on his face.

The priests wouldn't burn the Glaus family, they would only burn poor people like Hawk who didn't have the money to give to the church.

..........

Outer Orbit of the Natal Galaxy.

The serial number Natal-19-18 Divination Probe floated in the cold, silent void.

It was a monitoring satellite belonging to the Empire, constructed from machinery and human flesh and blood.

The sole purpose of this Divination Probe was to monitor activity in the subspace lanes near the Natal system.

This massive satellite had hung in the void for decades, hosting untold numbers of starships.

With the Great Rift being opened, the number of subspace ships traveling to and from it had become much less.

After all, the existence of subspace storms made subspace navigation an extremely dangerous thing.

The Divination Detector had also been calm for a long time.

Today was another quiet day.

The Machine Soul was just about to categorize today as a day with no major events when suddenly, an abnormal subspace fluctuation impacted from the Supreme Sky into the real universe and was captured by the Divination Detector

There was a sizeable fleet approaching the Natal system at a rapid rate.

The data received was automatically reviewed through the probe's artificial cortex, and the Divination Scanner responded to the Machine Soul's command to pulse into subspace and receive feedback.

The Machine Soul that received the feedback quickly determined it to be an urgent and significant event.

The relevant information was quickly launched through the array transmitter inscribed with the Skyhawk Array to the relevant departments of the Natal Galaxy government.

At this time, the clerks responsible for summarizing the information were testing the transport ships within and outside the galaxy.

In front of the data console, a clerk was utilizing the data cable to access into the information network.

His duty was to print out the relevant information from the data network and give it to the other staff.

With a kacha sound, the console made of brass and gold-plated made a sound, and the indicator lights lit up, signifying that the console was receiving the transmission information.

The clerk twitched from the influx of data into his brain, and he began to utilize his bird-claw-like fingers to tap on the stenographic machine that hung in front of his chest with extreme skill.

With a clunk, the printout was complete.

The machine slave in charge of paperwork came over and summarized the printed collection of information and handed it over to the other supervisor.

The other party merely utilized his mechanical prosthetic eyes and looked at it for a moment before he hurriedly ran out.

He couldn't even care about the work at hand.

.........

Natal Galaxy Council.

"That idiot Kiriman should open his eyes and see how loved and respected the Glaus family is. We have ruled this planet for so many years, guiding the people of the Natal Galaxy like the sun, and they see us as their spiritual leaders and offer their loyalty to us."

"And now, he's actually trying to take back our power, oblivious to the fact that those lost sons of the Empire need the guardianship of the Glaus family."

The galactic governor yelled as he sat in his seat.

And no one from the underground councilors opened their mouths to chime in.

If these words were heard by the Inquisition Court or the people of the State Church, they would only be sent to the stake on the spot, ah.

Humiliating the Progenitor was undoubtedly a very terrible crime.

"I can't help but shed tears when I think about this, what horrible days those foolish populace will live after losing the Glaucus family, they'll be deprived of food, displaced, and eventually ushered into chaos."

The Planetary Governor couldn't even hold back a single tear as he said this.

He waved his arms and continued his long speech.

"Kiriman is a demon who wants to usurp his father's throne, so he suppresses us loyalists who serve the Emperor, and wants to sweep all of our families who are willing to die for the Emperor into the trash heap. Bringing up those who are useless and will only lead humanity to destruction simply because those people will be loyal to him."

"My lord, you'll easily usher in a storm with words like that."

A councilor carefully weighed his words, trying to stop the Planetary Governor's insane remarks.

If this fool was allowed to talk any longer, the entire Natal Galactic Council would be killed by him.

"Let the storm come more fiercely, let that damned demon come, so unqualified and despicable as a Protoss. House Glaus will never be afraid, we have the most devout faith and loyalty in the Empire, we believe in the Emperor at all times, and will give our lives in defense of her Empire at any time."

The Planetary Governor stood up, his fat, layered body shaking and looking very agitated.

At this time, a man walked briskly from the doorway of the council hall and whispered a few words in the Planetary Governor's ear, instantly causing the exuberant Planetary Governor to freeze in his tracks.

"What did you say? The Divine Progenitor will be descending shortly, and isn't he still on an expedition, heading for the Connaught Industrial System?" The planetary governor's face went white.

"We don't know, extragalactic diviners have scanned the Maculagh's Flare, which is sailing through subspace, and an entire fleet is approaching the Natal system."

"Damn it, quick, get the major families ready for the Protoss, and also, get the planetary defense forces out to drive those Imperial civilians off the main roads, leaving just a few of the more affluent behind, and admonishing them to sing the praises of the great House of Glaucus."

The Planetary Governor quickly made various arrangements.

Even if he was scolded harshly, he knew that the prestige of the Progenitor could not be offended, or else the Imperial Angel would make the Glaus family disappear from this starry sky.

After instructing the man, the Planetary Governor swept his gaze over the members of the council present, "You know what you should do, don't you? Just let me hear the slightest bit of bad news, and your entire family will disappear from the universe. The Glaus family has stood for thousands of years, we are as immortal as this great empire, do not presume to offend the Glaus family or there will be disaster."

Leaving these words behind, the Planetary Governor walked out in a hurry.

The other members of the council looked at each other in disbelief, and then ran out after them.