God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Although Elder's Council has all sorts of worries about the Trial Chamber, the special structure of the Trial Chamber—there is no affiliation between Magistrate, which makes them feel more at ease, so that everyone can be at ease. Up to now.

Similarly, the days in Tyra’s Imperial Palace have become boring, except for those things that happen day after day.

For example, all the members of Elder's Council have sought blessings or prayed before they took their seats, so that the will of Divine Sovereign can guide their thinking and wisdom.

Some people, such as the supreme admiral of the Navy, Mereda Perez, will put on a full set of formal uniforms and perform with great fanfare, usually in the chapel of a battleship on the track. .

The State Pope Eos Ritra is also one. He is walking into the round church below the hemispherical wall with a battallion priest wearing a robe and a golden helmet.

Cleopatra Leth wore a monotonous black uniform, and he chose not to show that effect.

The chapel he is going to is used by servants in the palace in their daily prayers. It is not a very exposed place, but a monotonous room with facilities and notation.

Magistrate knows that using it makes him look conscientious, restrained and very humble, making him look more worthy of admirable spiritual beliefs than those lords who use their prayers to show off—— It stands for simplicity and a non-arrogant attitude.

Similarly, it makes him look credible and noble, and it makes him look kind.

He likes the feeling of letting his opponent's spies see this.

He knows that he is so impeccable that he can make them feel less annoying.

The fact is that Cleopatra Res may at any time pay more attention to how he looks than others, what information his image reveals, because of his actions It was publicly displayed to win public support.

In the past, his actions are only carried out in secret, but in Holy Terra, he must expose his actions to the sun-as much as possible.

Because this is a more complex battlefield, not only enemies, but also allies and neutrals.

He showed it to his opponents and also showed it to his allies, showing what he wanted to show them.

How would they see him going to the meeting?

A middle-aged man of medium height, medium build, wearing black clothed and greasy black hair with clerk style on top of his head?

His skin is pale because he has been in the Imperial Palace where he has never seen the daylight all the year round, and he has almost no obvious signs except for his dark eyes with high interpupillary distance. There was a valley-like scar on his left face extending from his mouth to his chin.

Cleopatra never wanted to talk about this scar, the only thing he wanted to say was that it happened when he was a young man, when he was still a trainee to examine Magistrate.

And he regrets it not only because of the scar, but also because of his only one failure in this life.

"Good day, sir."

He greeted a tall existence next to him as he walked out of the chapel to continue walking towards the great hall.

Then the God Emperor's fist, wearing a shining and perfect armor, slowly turned around and turned slightly towards Magistrate nodded.

"Good day, review Magicstrate."

Space Marine's voice is like the whisper of a volcano pouring out of the helmet speaker. Lance, right fist holding a shield engraved with prayers.

It is a pity that Cleopatra is always the city wall brother of the seventh Legion.

They are famous for being the most outstanding, the best and most capable in their Chapter, but for the sake of ceremony, ceremony and honor, they are destined to stay here for life.

They are the well-know figure in the well-know figure. Everyone guards the palace city wall guarded by the Imperial Fist until now, and wastes their huge potential here. There is almost nothing in the galaxy. This place visited by war will be wasted.

They don't even have a name, they only carry the name of the city wall they are patrolling, day after day and night after night, patrolling in the perfectly painted armor.

"May I be late?"

Magistrate said with a smile.

"You have four minutes and thirteen seconds, sir."

Space Marine answered calmly.

"But I suggest you go through the gilded trail and walk through Gate 6."

"Because they won't meet in the great hall?"

Space Marine nodded.

"Yes, sir."

"They always do this."

Cleopatra couldn't help complaining:

"I don't think this is appropriate. The great hall is good enough. It was built to serve as our council."

Since the completion of the Imperial Palace, the main hall has been Thai The seat of power of pull.

It is an awesome place, a arena not just in name only, but also in reality, the center of the great hall is the central podium, the seat of the high lord, and then the multi-story Seats prepared for low-level officials, low-level public officials of lords, etc.

If every seat is packed, it can hold 500,000 people.

It was damaged during the siege of Tyra, but was subsequently restored, and a tall Roger Dorn statue was erected at the east end to commemorate the original Imperial Fist in Tyra The superhuman effort made in the defense battle and the extraordinary battle he had fought in the corridor outside.

But it was not Don's decision to erect this statue. It was his brother Gilliman who ordered it to be built.

"In our darkest hour, my brother guarded the Imperial Palace, and he should also guard the council forever."

But after the end of the apostasy, the elder of the Imperial Palace They changed their venue, except for the plenary meeting.

They think that the main hall is too big, and many people say that the main hall is too noisy and formal.

The private meeting format is more popular. They are held in the smaller Conference Hall, which is more intimate and direct.

The most popular place is where Cleopatra is going now. A room close to the top of the counterclockwise tower with wood panelling is quite small. It is said that the God Emperor prefers to use the room in this tower. Meditation and mindfulness.

Cleopatra knew exactly why they did this.

Suddenly, Magistrate stopped and looked up at Space Marine’s cold and elusive eyepieces. The rays of light reflected behind the optical lens looked like coal burning.

"You may have heard? The topic of this discussion is your close relatives, a subgroup separated thousands of years ago, Astral Knight."

"Yes. , Sir."

God Emperor's fist still answered in an unhurried tone.

"They did a great job. They beat the pirate king to the ground with so few warriors. I can't imagine what a miraculous battle it was."

"I am proud of our brother."

"But some people think that they have formed an alliance privately, an Astarte Brother Association that... shouldn't exist, this It’s already an act of overstepping, what do you think?"

"I only stick to my assigned responsibilities and will do it wholeheartedly."

Of course, Cleopatra’s words It's not small talk, in fact, the other party is not just chatting with oneself.

Their meeting was by no means accidental, almost nothing on Tyra was accidental.

He is testing the Imperial Fist's attitude towards this, and the other party is the same, and what he said today should be spread to the mountain formation soon.

Obviously, the Imperial Fist hopes to be able to hold up an umbrella for its subgroup this time, and from Astral Knight’s previous battle records, as a nearly-destroyed Chapter, it turned out to be suicidal. The attack defeated an Imperium enemy, this kind of battle can easily win the support of the Imperium military.

At least the new Astra Militarum commander Moore A. Shahrir has publicly stated that such victories should be rewarded, rather than entangled in minor details.

Thinking of this, Cleopatra was nodded, turned around, and walked into the dark corridor.