Dedicated Loyal Skulls to the Marvel Universe

After ending Ultron's invasion and sending the necessary undead to support the Children of the Stars in rebuilding their homeland, the empire fell back into its main theme as usual, which was constant expeditions and the constant acquisition of new territories and resources.

The territory of the empire is being renovated every day, and countless boundaries and areas are established, archived and written in the star map of the empire every day.

The Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs will watch hundreds of figures floating in front of their eyes every day. The Imperial Military Industry, Science and Technology Department, Military Department, etc., their daily turnover also reaches dozens of figures. Such a huge amount The consumption and receipt of supplies have made officials at the Ministry of the Interior miserable.

They felt that coordinating data, recording flows, expenses, and coordinating, allocating, and coordinating various materials within the empire day after day were simply consuming their lives. They all felt that their soul fire was almost gone. Burned himself to ashes.

The Minister of the Interior of the Empire, Peake, has now asked the God of All Machines, Om Messiah, to transform his godhead into a supercomputer, and has also created many divine clones to help him handle affairs to reduce his own A daily burden.In this way, his life is harder than that of ordinary Ministry of Interior officials.

All the high-ranking officials in the empire are watching this, but they have no desire to get involved in this kind of thing.Firstly, it is against the laws of the empire to intervene in the affairs of the Ministry of Internal Affairs without authorization. Secondly, the workload of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is too great. If it is thrown on them, they may want to commit suicide in less than a day.

Minister Peake has been in a bad mood recently. The excessive business and workload make him feel like he is dying, so every time staff from other departments ask him to allocate supplies.With a bad temper, he would always jump up and yell at the officials. The scolded officials lowered their heads and shrank their necks and did not dare to say anything, so they had no choice but to let Minister Peak scold them.

According to the descriptions of humans in the archives, high-level undead people across the country once believed that Minister Peake had entered menopause.

Being irritable, irritable, unreasonable, crazy, and always looking for trouble and scolding others, isn't this a description of menopause?

Today is the rest day that Minister Peake has set for himself. He can only have such a day off every ten years.

He pushed away all his affairs and only let his divine clone, godhead and subordinates be responsible for daily affairs such as data statistics and deployment.

Sitting leisurely on his chair, raising his legs on the desk, he poured himself a cup of soul tea condensed from freshly squeezed souls, turned on the Red Queen Master System in his mind, and took a look at the recent empire What tidbits and gossips are there? How many planes have the imperial army conquered?How much has the territory of the empire increased year-on-year?

After taking a sip of tea, he lit up a Hell Devil cigar.The faint fragrance blended into his skull, and Minister Peake felt that he had arrived in heaven at this time, a paradise where there were no things, no official duties, no work, no numbers, no calculations, only the great emperor.

After lying quietly for a while, Minister Peak remembered something again. He opened his cabinet and found something wrapped in a piece of paper made of undead wood. He opened the outer packaging of undead wood paper. Minister Ke took out the contents carefully and carefully. It was a bottle of good wine that had been preserved for 30 years since the founding of the empire.

This is a good wine I bought on the 30th anniversary of the founding of the Terra Empire. I have been hiding it until now. Every ten years I take it out, take a sip as big as the tip of my finger, and then put it back again.Now it's time for me to rest again, and I can drink as much as my finger tip.

Minister Peake snapped his fingers, and a small cup made of divine power appeared in front of him. He tipped the wine bottle slightly and watched carefully as the wine in the bottle filled the small cup.Minister Peake immediately stopped, plugged the stopper, wrapped it in paper, and put it back in his cabinet.

"To the great Empire of Terra, may the undead clan eventually rise and prosper under the leadership of the sacred emperor."

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After saying these words solemnly, Minister Peake raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. The soul fire in his skull beat slowly, emitting a wave called joy.

Unfortunately, Pique's happiness did not last long. At this moment, his boss, the Imperial Prime Minister Malcador, suddenly walked in, pulled him up without any explanation and walked to his home.

Pique, who was being dragged away, immediately thought pessimistically that there must be some new policy coming out.It probably cost a lot, otherwise Machado wouldn't have dragged himself out without anything to do.

Although he was very unhappy, Peake immediately began to recall the data on the empire's resources, armaments, materials, population, etc. currently held by the Ministry of Interior, and waited for Malcador to ask him questions later.

But when he arrived at Malcador's home, Peake was shocked to find that many high-ranking officials of the empire were there, including Om Messiah, the God of All Opportunities, Pierce, another prime minister of the empire, Pope Marcel, Marshal Setir, and All the clones of the Primarch are here.

"No money! I really have no money!"

Subconsciously, Pico shouted this sentence to all the undead. After shouting, facing everyone's teasing eyes, Pico wanted to stuff his head into the crack of the door. This is really professional experience. Every time these guys get together, Together, it will definitely be bad for yourself.

At this time, all the undead stretched out their hands behind their backs. Pike took a closer look and saw that there were beautifully wrapped gifts one after another.

"Pique, we know that you have been very busy at work recently. Everyone also knows that you have one day every ten years dedicated to a holiday, so we put it together. In order to thank you for not letting us go for so many years. If there is anything wrong with your logistics, you have dedicated yourself to the empire day after day, and we have prepared a gift for you."

Pierce stood up and gently told Pique their plans and the idea of ​​​​surprising Pique.

"Really?"

Pique admitted that the moment he took out the gift, he was moved. He really didn't expect that these guys who were chasing after him every day for money would be willing to spend money to buy things for him.

"Of course it's true, but there's also a lie. Old Pi, if you have any difficulties, just tell me. If I, Kilrush, can do it, I will definitely help you solve it properly."

The naive Kilrush immediately stood up, patted his chest and asked Pique if he needed any help.

"Then can you help me deal with the military expenditure accounts of the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs?"

"Farewell."