God Emperor’s Angel of Death

In the center of the room is a huge, patterned wooden table, which is large enough to hold 12 chairs on the side.

The desktop was wiped by the machine servant almost flawlessly, smooth and bright, projecting the reddish reflection of the lumen lampstand that hung above the head in the upper area of ​​the vault of the hall.

Only one stain remained on the desktop, a tiny, imperceptible dent.

No matter how many times the artisans and guild mechanics have studied, cast it with the best grade resin or the restoration compound supplied from the precision injection tube, this flaw has never been completely erased-it has been Permanently attached to the redwood texture.

Cleopatra has long felt plain about it, although for years Magistrate found that his gaze often rested on it-every time the countless exhausting nights, the parliamentary meeting continued until The most insignificant time.

Only the twelve members of the High Lords Council can be in the front seat, and other secondary officials have to hide in the shadows or sit along the roots of the wall.

This is undoubtedly a great room, well-equipped, with a good atmosphere. Opening the windows and shutters can give the room a good exterior view-overlooking the roof of the Imperial Palace, and the circular door that shows the world Densely armed on both sides.

Cleopatra Rhys thinks this is a good choice for research or as a private office.

However, this is hardly a place that can be considered to manage Imperium. It can only be hidden behind the scenes. It is only suitable for conspiracy and behind-the-scenes transactions. This is not a place where a power heart should be.

Cleopatra came in last, and his attendance was solemnly recorded by the recorder.

The high lords all sat down. He was first greeted by the Minister of Legal Affairs Avelisa Drachmanodded. This is his only true ally among the twelve high lords.

It’s not quiet here. In fact, the atmosphere is quite harmonious. Everyone is talking to people around them, and some people are laughing. Assassin’s grand tutor Fadix is ​​the only one who didn’t talk to anyone. People, he is always taciturn.

The assassin teacher's cheekbones are sharp, his steel-gray hair is very short, and there is an uncomfortable temperament on his body, so no one wants to provoke him.

But Cleopatra actually likes Fadix. He believes in the almost autonomous function of the Assassin Court, because from the Spiritual Plane, it plays the same role as the Trial Court.

He also often meets Fadix and other assassin Venerable Lords in private.

Of course, it’s to discuss operational techniques, detection methods, and share intelligence among agencies.

these all are part of what is given and taken.

In the second seat next to Cleopatra’s right hand is the commander-in-chief of Imperium Astra Militarum. It doesn't appear to be old, it seems to be fifty-sixty years old.

The fat Meleda Perez is a red-faced man with a loud voice. He is the Admiral of the Imperium Navy. His fat body is wrapped in a silver-lined blue uniform.

This guy from a large noble family in the nest city took a while to successfully sit down and talked with the Minister of the Interior Violetta Roskavler about a puzzling scandal.

Although Violetta Roscavler seems to be listening attentively, Cleopatra guesses that he is not very interested in the admiral’s gossip news, or even bothered Think about it.

The Ministry of the Interior is Imperium’s largest bureaucracy, and it governs countless Imperium administrative officials. Although Oleta Roskavler is here, it is estimated that his mind has already flown to a billion. Years away, countless administrative data are being processed.

It is these constant work that keep Tyra’s huge nest in order, but the Minister of the Interior has also become the shortest average lifespan among high lords, even with many life extension operations. This situation cannot be changed.

At the other end of the table, Wood Udia Laski, the founding general of the Mechanic Cult, is talking with the State Pope Eos Ritra and the Navigator Dialogue with Kadak Mir.

Of course, Wood Udia Laski is another person who has undergone transformation. Her transformation is autonomous and started when she was young. Over the years, she has become A bloated and huge machine, that she is the only high lord who cannot sit down.

Cleopatra watched the actions and actions of the casting general with great interest, guessing whether the soul in this body was the casting general himself, or was it just a controlled puppet?

In professional instinct, he suddenly thought that these mechanical cultists are very difficult to kill, and the navigator is also non-human, but at least it seems that the body is fragile and vulnerable.

The servants of the weird Star Torch Hall are represented in the High Lords Council by Lucius Sloter, the Director of Star Torch Hall.

Still applies.

But Star Whisperers should be a different story.

Zlata Ash Krapias, the director of Star Whispers, is their vicious and unpleasant typical.

The most conspicuous in the field is without a doubt Tremas Remsana Keren, the spokesperson of the trader Ronin, an extravagant woman with an almost theatrical appearance.

The role she plays is considered by many to be the most insignificant. On the other hand, the trader Ronin’s fleet accounts for almost 90% of Imperium’s interstellar sailing capabilities. In times of crisis, her power is even Bigger than that admiral.

The commander of the Forbidden Army is not present as in the past-their seats in the high lords are more symbolic, they are far away from politics, even far away from Imperium, especially after 41 thousand years, no more Who saw them leave the Forbidden Palace of Terra.

ding ding ding~ ————!

Suddenly, the bell rang, and the representatives returned to their positions, even the most powerful of them.

The little angel and the tape recorder began to hum, as if it was a big bird cage.

Lord Gilliman (this is a title similar to Caesar) walked into the overcrowded room, sat down, and bowed his head to the eleven senior colleagues.

Lucius Slode, the director of the Star Torch Academy, a person who does not seem to be very important, but has the friendship of the six high lords at the meeting, and therefore made him sit as the chief s position.

His hair has been shaved, and the huge old scar that extends from his scalp to his neck is very obvious. He is wearing a woven robe, with the style of Gutera missing. Ethnic style.

He is not the first human being to hold this honor, but like his senior, whether it is a mortal or a superman, he also uses the official honorary title of his official position-the base of Markulag Liman.

Lucius Slode looked around the room, his left eye was milk-white, shining under the long scar, and finally fell to the Minister of the Interior Oleta Roskav Strangled.

"Please keep order now."

Oleta Roskavler nodded, activated the arithmetic recorder lying on the table in front of him.

Soon, the thing began to tremble, typing on the ingot buttons on both sides of a big winged mouth.

"Blessed by the God Emperor, ladies and gentlemen, the meeting of the twelve lords is now convening."

Lucius Slott clicked on the data board in front of him, today’s The agenda items were displayed on it, and he read the first one as written.

"——About some issues that emerged in the New Badab war and some of the transgressive actions of Astral Knight, the Weeper and other Astartes."