The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The exterior of the entire Senate was magnificent, while the interior was laid out like a theater, divided into several conference rooms. There were four large conference rooms in the east, south, west, and north. Which conference room the High Lords gathered in indicated which direction of the Empire they were going to discuss affairs. Although, more often than not, the High Lords preferred to go to more secretive places.

As Soshjan, escorted by the Adeptus Custodes, stepped from the dim corridor into the light, the doors opened, revealing the hall's high dome. The next moment, he heard thunderous applause. The huge platform in the center was where the High Lords deliberated.

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In the center of the Senate, there was a giant hexagonal marble platform built with a lot of manpower, inlaid with a huge, polished stone table, surrounded by a circle of lenses and holographic communicators. Only in very few cases would the High Lords use this, and these were often key events that determined the fate of the Empire.

The seats surrounding the central platform were filled with the heads of the Terra government, all applauding in unison. There were thousands of people sitting here, each of whom could basically have a say in the Empire's political circles.

The Adeptus Custodes stopped at the entrance. Soshjan walked forward, stepping on the red carpet, past the gazes of the crowd, and arrived at a lectern made of huge mahogany.

Similarly, all twelve High Lords were gathered in full dress, wearing formal robes and sitting in smaller seats. The most special of them was the Fabricator-General, Urd Udiah Rasky. His body was more like a building than a human, and there was basically no trace of human flesh left. It was said that he even had difficulty moving on his own and needed eight large cranes to get him to the Imperial Palace.

In the center of that huge table was a huge golden Aquila scepter, a relic of the hero Malcador, representing the Council of the Imperium established under the direction of the Imperial Regent and assuming the legislative, judicial, and administrative powers of the Empire.

Faint light filtered through the tall stained glass windows. In addition to the Adeptus Custodes, a large number of armed Lucifer Black Guards were guarding the heavy doors around the perimeter. Soshjan could also hear the sound of automatic turrets turning in hidden corners, their guns undoubtedly ready to fire at any moment.

This was a ridiculous caution. They were actually afraid of being in the same room as a Space Marine. Soshjan found this both laughable and pathetic.

Tyrean was right, they were very neurotic, all very neurotic. The complex political infighting had almost driven them all mad and paranoid, so they insisted on using an incredible level of security in the safest place in the entire Empire.

Or perhaps they weren't really worried about encountering external threats here, but more worried about threats from their colleagues.

But in any case, caution and care seemed to be engraved in their souls.

Doo-doo-doo——

Just as Soshjan took his seat, the applause stopped, and then a sergeant in a gold and red uniform picked up a golden trumpet with a banner hanging on it and played a brisk tune. →

In an instant, everyone stood up, including the High Lords.

Immediately afterwards, the real door of the Senate opened with a bang, and an old man in a black robe, holding a black scepter, walked in solemnly on the red carpet. Behind him followed six people, arranged in two columns. The first man in the left column, wearing ornate metal ceremonial armor and holding a long sword, represented the former Lord Solar. The first on the right was an old man holding a crook and covered in scrolls, representing the oldest university and scholars on Terra.

Then there was the second on the left, wearing a hooded pale green robe, holding a pen and a thick leather book, he was the representative of records and history. The last one on the left was a middle-aged man in a black tailcoat, wearing a monocle, symbolizing service.

The second on the right was a judge wearing a wig and a thick robe, holding a thick code that looked like a large brick. The last one on the right was a woman in a long dress holding a golden mask, looking in her thirties, very beautiful, with golden hair tied behind her head. She was a dancer and an artist.

These six people did not appear here without reason, because they represented the six kinds of courtiers who once served beside the Emperor.

So why are there no scientists and architects?

Because the Emperor himself was the most powerful scientist and architect.

After these six people entered, about ten meters away from them, two soldiers also in gold and red uniforms, wearing tall hats, walked in solemnly, each holding a red silk cushion, one with a golden laurel wreath and the other with a scepter like the one Soshjan held. The laurel wreath was a relic of the Emperor, and the scepter was a relic of the Regent Primarch Guilliman.

And after them, it was Tyrean in a floor-length azure robe.

The attendants neatly slammed their staffs on the ground.

"Lord Regent Roboute Guilliman is here!"

Somehow, Soshjan felt strange, but he couldn't associate that chubby, round blue creature with Primarch Roboute Guilliman. What was the point of this ceremony? It had been ten thousand years, and they were still pretending that the Primarch was still running the Empire. Had these mortals become so insecure?

When Tyrean walked all the way to his position, theoretically higher than the High Lords, he said in a very ancient and classical tone.

"Please be seated, everyone."

Everyone sat down, but Soshjan had to stand, because there was no stool for him to sit on.

Then, Tyrean gave Soshjan a display of impromptu speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today, we gather in the Senate Hall, a building that was built ten thousand years ago, in the era when the Emperor still walked among men, when even holy Terra was occupied by barbaric warlords and decadent usurpers, but now this land is the sacred heart of the Empire. The great Master of Mankind showed future generations an unbreakable truth - peace and prosperity can only be guaranteed by swords. This truth has been repeatedly verified in ten thousand years of history, and it has also been repeatedly verified here. Countless war directives have been issued here, and the most severe trials have been witnessed here. We have also paid our last respects to the departed heroes here, but without exception, everything is for the peace and prosperity of mankind and the Empire, which is often inseparable from those legendary and great heroes, so I am deeply honored to welcome a great hero, an outstanding war leader!"

"As we all know, the Maelstrom is home to an evil force. It once gained everyone's trust, but ultimately betrayed the one it should not have betrayed, the great Master of Mankind. The former guardian became the destroyer. The Maelstrom is so close to the heart of the Empire. This terrible lesion has become a tumor flowing with poisonous water in a century. It has threatened the fundamental security of the Empire. There must be a great warrior to eradicate it. This leader must have a charisma to become a common bond uniting the Astartes Chapters, the Astra Militarum, and the Navy, and use an iron fist to integrate ambition, loyalty to the Emperor, and hatred of betrayal."

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