Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Cumbis watched out the window as those who had been inspected formed labor teams to rebuild their homes.

When the car carrying Quimbis passed by, they had smiles on their faces, and officials in Ultramar uniforms were distributing food to them and even willing to communicate with them.

This is a very rare thing.

A glimmer of hope could not help but emerge in Cumbis's heart. Perhaps the arrival of the imperial regent has really brought about some good changes.

Some changes that can brighten up my poor miserable life.

Quimbis looked up, imagining that he might be able to leave this hive in the future and visit other worlds of the empire.

His grandparents, his fathers were all trapped in this hive.

I have never seen the scenery outside, let alone been to other worlds.

Not even the nearest moon has been visited.

For generations, they didn't even know what the outside of the nest capital looked like.

If there are no accidents, his descendants will have the same fate.

Cumbis is a little desperate for such a life, maybe the arrival of the Primarch can change something.

A large number of public vehicles diverted those survivors who had been checked to various places.

The living quarters of Quimbys are allocated on seven floors.

According to the upper, middle and lower divisions of hive capital buildings.

The seventh floor is the bottom layer within a bottom layer.

The hive cities of Terra are sprawling and multi-layered, a complex place.

The nobles lived on the upper floors, the rich merchants and managers lived on the middle floors, and the workers who had nothing lived on the bottom floors.

There are many fringe groups who are unwilling to obey the orders of the empire active in the bottom of the hive.

The bureaucracy is also indifferent to this.

After all, spending such a huge amount of manpower and material resources to deal with those things under the hive capital is not worth the candle.

It's better to leave it to those gangs to manage, and only need to pay a certain fee on time.

Quimbis felt a little bit grudge about this, but he knew that he was powerless to resist.

The authority of the empire is above everything else, and the people can only choose to obey.

Even if the order of the empire is full of injustice, you have to grit your teeth and endure it.

Any form of resistance will be regarded as a betrayal of the empire, which will lead to the strangulation of the Ministry of Justice.

two hours later.

"Come down now, scumbags."

As the public vehicle pulled up, a man in the uniform of Terra's legal department yelled from outside the vehicle's door.

He held a crackling electric baton in his hand and spoke in a very harsh tone.

The public vehicle put all the passengers down and left.

Cumbis looked at the surrounding environment, which should be a residential area of ​​a factory.

The air was very dirty, mixed with the stench of burning something.

"Queue up, get the tools and start today's work, don't waste any time."

The man from the legal department frowned and said in a bad tone.

"Shouldn't we have a meal? When they came, they said that the meal will be settled by their labor team." Cumbis raised his hand and asked in confusion.

Along the way, he saw that many labor teams had a meal first and took a rest.

How come I have to work when I come up.

Hearing this, the man from the legal department frowned.

It seems that Quinbys' words have seriously challenged his majesty.

He walked over and raised the electric baton in his hand.

"You talk a lot, don't you? Are you a traitor? Talk so much?"

"My lord, I'm just starving." Cumbis said softly, a little afraid of the other party's identity and the electric baton in his hand.

The man kicked Cumbis on the body, causing him to fall to the ground.

"The others didn't speak, so you did. Be honest, or you will die. Finish the work here as soon as possible, and let me go back to have fun earlier, or you will all starve to death here."

These words were very vicious, and the man didn't have any cover.

For a man like him, there was no need for any kindness towards these idiots.

He was born to enslave these fools.

His grandparents worked in the legal department, his father's generation worked in the legal department, and now he also works in the legal department.

If nothing else, his children, his grandsons will all work in the legal department.

Every life here will be trampled under the feet of his family.

And those fellow idiots in the Expedition Fleet say to be fair and gentle with these people.

Are these people worthy?

These people have been working hard all their lives.

Labor and capital stand on their heads to show off their might, and my son will stand on their sons to show off their might in the future.

How dare these trash resist?

Kill them if you dare to resist, and burst them with a laser gun.

Hearing the man's vicious and domineering words, everyone showed a trace of despair.

But seeing the uniform on the other side, they still chose to endure.

Any resistance will have no good results.

"We just wanted something to eat," a child whispered. "We were tired all day and really hungry."

The man in the uniform of Terra's legal department stood up, scanned around, and saw the talking child.

It was a girl, only about eleven or twelve years old, skinny, and looked malnourished.

The man walked up and slapped the girl hard.

That look is extremely brave, as if the God of War is alive, even if the devil sees it, it will tremble.

That clear voice resounded through everyone's ears.

The girl's face became red and swollen all of a sudden, and she fell to the ground, bleeding from the corner of her mouth.

The man showed no mercy, and slapped a little girl with all his might.

The poor little fellow was so dizzy that his ears were buzzing.

"What qualifications do you have to bargain for rubbish like you? It's a gift from the emperor that you survived. If you don't work hard, you are still talking nonsense here. Believe it or not, I will immediately call the troops to deal with you as heretics. A group of people Garbage deserves a bargain. By the Emperor, get to work, or it will all be treated as treason."

The man withdrew his slap and looked at those people fiercely, with mockery and malice in his eyes.

To be honest, he felt that he lost his reputation when beating these people.

It's really cheap, can't you be obedient?

Do not force yourself to do it.

Everyone didn't dare to meet the man's eyes, for fear that they would be the next one to be beaten.

For them, this little official from the Ministry of Justice was already an unshakable mountain.

You must know that behind the other party is the entire empire, the countless astral troops, the emperor's angels, and those god machines that can release the power of destruction.

Confronting the other party will not do any good, it will only bring endless trouble and death to oneself.

Once declared a traitor, the empire will send many powerful troops to hunt down until there is no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth.

Quimbis stopped talking, he took a pick, and started to work.

The same is true for other people. Under the men's threatening eyes, they can only choose to endure silently.

Suffering never passes away.

What is the difference between the devil and those bureaucrats who think they are superior?

One is hell and the other is hell.

Cumbis looked up at the hanging portrait of the Regent of the Empire, showing an ugly sarcasm expression, and then continued to work with the pickaxe in his hand.

Terra, in the vast hall of the Imperial Senate.

Guilliman was pacing back and forth, he was quickly digesting the information he got from those low-level mouths.

Depravity, corruption, greed, the evils of Terra's bureaucracy cannot be described in human language.

Those low-level officials are no longer his father's loyal servants, but blood-sucking insects, vultures devouring carrion one after another.

They imposed countless sufferings on the people of the empire, making them overwhelmed, as if they were living in hell.

"We've been on the wrong track."

Guilliman looked at Marshal Varanor, who was at the side, and said.

"They are too cowardly to bear these sufferings," said Valano, who had just received treatment.

"No, you are wrong, Marshal. We exist to protect them, not to oppress them. We cannot turn the place we guard into a hell in order to fight another hell." Guilliman said, "Your Master, my father once said so. We brought reason and science to them, so that they can live happily in the shelter of the empire, and now everything is messed up."

When it comes to the people he serves, Valanor no longer opens his mouth to refute.

He lived in a time when the Emperor had spoken no more.

The Wan Fu Tuan remains loyal.

But they no longer have access to the Emperor's enlightenment like their predecessors in the First Generation.

There are very few human beings who can live for 10,000 years.

Even the Imperial Army couldn't live that long.

They live longer than ordinary people, and some of them can live for thousands of years.

But the Wanfu Regiment has a very clear rule, that is, only accept the service of the imperial guards who are at the peak of their bodies.

Once the physical function of the imperial army declines, they will be retired directly to do other work.

The Wanfu will choose the next successor to fill the vacancy.

The selection of the imperial army is very strict.

When they had no knowledge of this world, they began to accept biochemical transformation.

Each Custodian will receive countless enhancements to ensure that they are the best in all aspects.

When the right opportunity comes, they will take the place of their predecessors and continue to fulfill their duties of protecting the Emperor.

Those retired Imperial Guards will shed their golden armor and be active in various parts of the empire.

In the depths of the underground palace of the imperial palace and everywhere in the galaxy.

They are still performing some secret missions that are not known to the public.

They didn't know the real purpose of those missions, they only knew that it was the final arrangement for the Emperor to sit on the Golden Throne.

Valanor did not live in the era when the Emperor was still walking in the world, and many of his teachings to the Emperor can only be learned from the notes and diaries left by his predecessors.

As the Primarch, Guilliman fought alongside the Emperor.

He said it was the Emperor who said it, but Valano really couldn't find any excuse to refute it.

You can't ask the emperor! !

Valanor could only acquiesce, not daring to refute what his lord had said.

"Then what are you going to do? The empire is in a state of ruins and needs a lot of talents. If we rebuild a system, the turmoil and consequences it will cause are unbearable for us." Valano said, "We can move forward slowly. , slowly use the talents at hand to replace those who are unwilling to obey, and slowly transition."

"It's too slow to do that, and humans don't have that much time. We have to bear the consequences, we can't break anything." Guilliman was very firm, "The bureaucratic rectification of Terra will be put on the agenda soon, and the mess will be cut quickly. , I don’t want the Imperial Army to be my obstacle.”

Guilliman paced back and forth, "I will start with the high lord council. Even if the empire's vitality will be severely damaged, it will be able to recover its health, re-accumulate its strength, and fight against our great enemy."

"We only serve him." Valanor said, "and the nobles of Terra are very involved, and have relations with all star regions of the entire empire."

The High Lords Council has led the Human Empire for 10,000 years, and Valanor feels that this system just needs to be improved, and there is no need to completely ban it.

Once Guilliman's plan goes wrong, the consequences will be unimaginable, and it will cause violent turmoil.

"My will is His will. Have you been received by Him? No, no, only I have been received by Him and can communicate with Him." Guilliman said.

Valano wanted to say something else.

At this time, a personal guard of Glory walked in, knelt down in front of Guilliman.

"My lord, a Cadia general wants to see you. He said about the Imperial Chancellor. There is new evidence that the Imperial Chancellor was not killed by mobs. He died at the hands of the Empire's own people."

Guilliman was stunned, and so was Valano.

Assassination of high-ranking leaders of the empire, such things only happened in the era of beast wars and apostasy.

During the Beast Wars, Van Gerich murdered the other High Lords and took control of the power of the Empire, forming a dictatorship.

Finally, he was killed by Theon, the commander of the empire who returned.

The second is the age of apostasy, also known as the bloody age. Pope Van Dier controlled the State Church and the Ministry of Internal Affairs, used assassination methods to gain a dictatorship, and was finally terminated by the Black Templar.

These two eras have clear records of the assassination of high-level empires.

After that, the empire began to take strict precautions against such incidents.

Take strict protection measures for those imperial personnel in high positions.

At the same time, important units such as the Assassin Court and Trial Court issued warnings several times not to allow assassination games among high-level officials.

Once discovered, they will be punished as betraying the emperor and attempting to become a dictator.

Assassinate the Chancellor of the Empire.

Such a crime has reached the bottom line.

"Let him in," Guilliman said.

Valanor remained silent, if the news brought by the Cadia general was true.

Natera will usher in a reform storm, and no one can escape.

Primarchs are sure to wash, top to bottom, without exception.

Glory's personal guard got up and walked out.

After a while, a man walked in, wearing Cadia's military uniform, his resolute face full of vicissitudes of time showed anxiety and uneasiness.

It was Haster who came.

The Primarch's bodyguard told him that the Primarch would like to receive him.

But there was not much time, and he had to make a long story short and tell the whole thing to the point.

"Hast? Are you saying that Tyrian was not killed by mobs?" Guilliman saw the Cadian general, searched through his memory, and got all the information about him.

Hastur surrendered to the expedition fleet on the planet Beta-Garmon V.

This guy also put a large number of generals under house arrest, paralyzed the chain of command of the empire, and allowed the expeditionary fleet to win without firing a single shot.

Guilliman's memory is very good, even if he has a lot of work, he can still remember those good generals with a little brain.

"Yes, my lord." Haster was a little apprehensive, he knew what kind of disturbance his words would cause.

But for Ty Ryan, for his good friend, he decided to go all out.

We must seek justice for Tyrian.

"This is the memory information extracted from the mind of an old servant in the Imperial Chancellor-Tirion's mansion, my lord."

Haster handed over a memory, which contained the memory of the old man read by the reader.

Guilliman took a look at the memory, and then put it into the holographic player in the hall.

The screen played made Valanor no longer support the idea of ​​the High Lords Council.

There was only one thought in Valanor's mind, and that was that the high lords were mad.

In the video, the director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs Yi Ertu led the dead and slaughtered every life in the Prime Minister's Office.

He also personally injected neurotoxins into the Prime Minister of the Empire, Tirian, and after destroying all video equipment, he walked away.

And all this was seen by an old servant who narrowly escaped death.

Without this variable, no one would have thought that such a huge secret was hidden behind Tyrian's death.

The plan was so seamless.

Everything is used very cleverly.

After the killing, those guys dismantled the defense force in the name of military mobilization.

Secretly help those crazy thugs break into the prime minister's office and destroy all evidence of their actions.

Let everything die without proof.

Guilliman was silent for a moment, then looked at Haster, "Who else has seen this?"

"Only the tech-priest who read it and I have seen it, my lord," Haster said.

"Then we have to prepare a gift for those guys. I will sign an authorization document for you. You go to investigate the transfer of troops during that time and find out how many high lords were involved in this matter. Yiertu It is impossible for one person to do this, he dare not, and he does not have that much energy to mobilize those troops who love Tyrian to leave."

"There must be other people involved, even people from the military. Only they can transfer the army past the Imperial Prime Minister."

While speaking, Guilliman took out his own seal, signed his name on an order document, and then stamped his biological seal.

With a smile on his face, Haster left with the paperwork to investigate how much trickery was behind Tyrian's death.

He swore secretly that as long as Tyrian's death was involved, he would investigate to the end.

Guilliman watched the general of Cadia leave, and then set his sights on the Marshal of the Custodians-Valano.

"You have also seen that the high lord's parliamentary system is rotten. It must be changed and reshaped, otherwise we will all suffer from its poison."

Valano was silent.

Guilliman continued, "Some old regulations have reached the point where they need to be changed. The Imperial Guards shouldn't hide behind high walls and turn a blind eye to the empire. That would only lead to countless disasters. This time, the Blood God The offensive is a warning, if you can't keep the disaster out of the solar system, then you can't keep the high walls of the palace."

"This is just an accident. It has only happened once in 10,000 years. It is not normal." Valano tried to justify something for the Wanfu group.

But Guilliman interrupted him again, "Wars are never the norm. This time, we blocked them. What about the next time? Who knows if the next accident will happen, we need to attack. The best in the world Defense is offense, and we must be ready for war with the Warp."

"Of course, you will think that I am delusional. You think that your master has not been able to confront the subspace head-on. What qualifications does a primarch have to say such a thing, but I am sorry, I have such qualifications. In the formal confrontation with the subspace Before the space, I have to organize the human empire, so that I can attack the subspace, and in order to achieve this goal, the imperial army must obey me."

"We only obey Him." Varanor was somewhat dissatisfied with Guilliman's statement that he must obey.

After the Horus Heresy 10,000 years ago, the Custodians no longer trusted any Space Marines.

Any contact will be guaranteed within a safe distance to ensure that you have the reaction time to kill the opponent.

Now, a Primarch asking the Ten Thousand to do his bidding is ridiculous.

"My words are His words, Valano. You were born for a better vision, but unfortunately that future did not materialize, so now you have to do something else." Guilliman said, "You We have to send someone to Pluto to protect a few people and catch a few assassins, maybe we will have unexpected surprises."

Valanor looked at the Primarch, and from the other's gaze, he knew that he had no choice but to obey.

"I understand." He nodded, got up, and walked out.

Chaos and chaos, an eternal place without past and future.

There is only endless war here.

The crimson cloud exudes a pungent bloody smell, roaring and drifting across the battlefield reaching the horizon.

Occasionally, there are mountains on the red plain, which are steep and rugged. When you look closely, they are all melted by sharp knives and axes, full of cold killing and war atmosphere.

The vast plains are littered with bone-shattered armor and blades.

The blood pooled into small rivers and flowed into huge lakes.

Everything here is about war.

Even those rare animals and plants carry the anger and killing intent to destroy everything.

This is the domain of Blood God Khorne.

The domain of the Blood God is also distinct from that of other Chaos Gods.

In its domain, there is only fighting, only fighting, and only bloodshed.

The Blood God worships nothing but violence, and in his immortal heart there is only room for war, rage and bloodshed.

Its domain fully reveals its heart and character.

An endless scorched earth plain stained red with blood, only blood, only war.

Everywhere, unprecedented huge wars are taking place.

In this eternal conflict, there are times when servants of the Blood God go head to head with each other, fighting to the death to please their masters.

Sometimes it is the invasion of the servants of the hostile Chaos God, and the servants of the Blood God rise up to resist.

Blood God-Khorne doesn't care what the cause is, as long as it brings war and bloodshed.

It only asks to be able to fight and kill.

The blood-red plain is littered with bones.

In some places, it even piled up like a mountain.

On the scarlet plain, there are huge, naturally formed deep pits densely covered with stars.

Every once in a while, a roaring horn sounded.

A streak of blood emerged, and the warriors driven by anger and killing reappeared here.

Without communication, the only thing they do is to raise their arms and kill each other under the scarlet sky.

Each pit will only have one surviving warrior.

That warrior will be given the boon, regaining form for action.

The Blood God is a very fair god who loves blood and battle.

There is no insider information, no privileges, everything depends on strength.

As long as there is a fierce and outstanding battle, it will pay attention and give blessings to the victor.

It never cared who was bleeding.

Whether it is an enemy or a slave, it is the same to it.

It despises the weak and those who are greedy for enjoyment, and even more disdains those existences who can only play tricks.

The arena is the place where demons and believers who were defeated and slain in the real universe are reborn.

They have to fight in the arena until they come first.

To be able to be reborn again.

Otherwise, you will have to fight in the arena until eternity.

In a scarlet pit, Angron let out a roaring roar.

His twin axes were burning, raging black flames wrapped around him, making him look like a world-destroying demon god, and his unquenchable fighting spirit made his opponents timid.

At his feet are piles of corpses, those are the enemies he killed, tearing them apart with the most cruel means, and becoming a stepping stone for himself to reappear in the world.

The last bloodthirsty monster fell, and Angron climbed to the edge of the pit with the help of the other's corpse, obtained a new body, and reappeared in the world.

Looking around the scarlet plateau, Angron immediately saw the towering and majestic brass fortress.

The Brass Fortress sits at the center of Khorne's bloody realm.

At the highest point of the citadel is the brass throne of Khorne the Blood God.

It sat upon it, overlooking the fighting in the gladiatorial arena, and blessed those who pleased it.

The size of the fortress is unimaginable for ordinary life, and it is endless, and the stars are just its small embellishments.

The existence of the fortress is also the best proof of the power of God of War.

It is invincible.

The fortress's mighty walls were stained with blood, the spikes of its tower domes pierced the bloody clouds that spewed from Khorne's foundries.

Outside the city walls, braziers blazing under iron hooks lit the surrounding Crimson Plains.

The walls of the fortress are like blades, with countless steel tripods and brutal steel nails attached to it.

On these dreadful things hang cowardly warriors who have lost their battle in the Pit of Fear and dare not fight any further.

They were tied up, their skins were peeled off, blood flowed down the terrifying and twisted city walls, and gathered into the moat of the brass fortress.

It was even more terrifying inside the city walls.

When the Blood Legion is no longer in the Skulllands or the real universe, the Brass Fortress is the best place to pour out their endless rage.

There are no unspoken rules in the field of blood gods, regardless of favors or past achievements.

Even the Great Demon of Khorne needs to fight constantly in order to stabilize his position and receive the blessing of the Blood God.

Regardless of status, no servant of Khorne is likely to receive gratuitous blessings.

They had to earn their place by fighting and bloodshed.

At the center of the fortress is a mountain made of piled skulls.

It is an offering made by followers of Khorne.

With every killing of the Blood Legion, this huge mountain of skulls is also slowly rising.

At the very top of Mount Skull, there is the exclusive brass throne of Khorne.

It sat upright on it, watching every fight in the blood-red wilderness, watching the fight in the brass fortress, watching every fight in the real universe.

Select those worthy of attention and guide them on the road of blood.

It saw Angron crawling out of the gladiatorial pit, a place that could never hold him back.

Every time he is killed in the real universe, he can be resurrected quickly with the help of the deep pit.

In the old days, he would have set off for the Brass Keep to unleash his eternal rage.

But this time, he didn't.

The Blood God watched him, wanting to see what his beloved was going to do.

Angron could feel the blood god's gaze, but he didn't care, he just kept roaring, venting his endless anger.

"You are just a coward, Angron. You only dare to swing your ax at those ordinary people. You can only bully them. You don't even have the courage to fight against the emperor and the blood god. You will only be powerless and furious, Angron Ron. Lorgar has fooled you, driven your fellow gladiators as slaves, and you dare not say anything, dare not do anything."

Guilliman's voice kept echoing in his mind like magic, time and time again, tormenting him almost to the point of madness.

Angron looked in the direction of the brass throne, full of anger, but he turned and walked away.

Facing the invincible Blood God, Angron felt that maybe he should liquidate other people who had betrayed him first.

"Lorgar."

Angron let out an angry growl, and walked in the other direction of the Chaos Realm.

Lorgar had lied to him.

Becoming a slave to the blood god and losing all sanity, Angron could bear such a fate.

But he would never allow Nukelia's gladiator soul to become a slave.

They died with free will.

Then they should be free.

He will never allow anyone to desecrate this.

This is the most sacred thing in his heart and the thing he wants to protect the most.

Angron felt endless anger rising in his heart, and he went to find Lorgar.

If the other party really enslaved Nukelia's gladiator soul, Angron would let him know how the nobles in Nukelia felt before they died.

He'll tear that bastard apart bit by bit.

Using his eternal life, he kept finding the other party, chopped down the other party again and again, and then tore the other party's body little by little.

Until the opponent collapses and is no longer willing to be resurrected.

Blood God watched Angron's departure with omnipresent eyes.

The Eye of Khorne, able to see everything happening at the same time, made no sign of Angron's departure.

The blood of another Demon Primarch is also worth looking forward to.

bleed.

It doesn't matter whose stream it is.

The victor will be blessed.

The Chief of the High Lords Council, Iltu, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, wore a handcrafted luxurious robe and sat at the head of a long table.

He summoned the Pope, the head of the Ministry of Justice, and several other important high lords to his private residence to discuss future political changes.

It was a very luxurious mansion with gardens, fountains, sculptures, and various recreational facilities.

It also occupies a large area.

Just one garden covers an area of ​​tens of acres, and is planted with precious flowers from all over the galaxy.

A luxurious manor is a symbol of status and wealth.

Ordinary people can't even afford a handful of dirt in the garden of a mansion for a lifetime.

You must know that all these soils are transported from the original places of those flowers.

How many people in Terra have never left Terra in their entire lives, how can they imagine the cost of transporting the soil to Terra, and how much energy is needed to let the prosecutors along the way let go.

There is a top family behind Yiertu.

Before he became High Lord, his family controlled hundreds of systems and political tentacles stretched across several sectors.

It was his huge family power that helped him ascend to the position of high lord in one fell swoop.

It can be said that Yiertu is not shy about showing family wealth.

The empire's elite deserved more.

Get more than those stupid and worthless bottoms.

In this world, the fate of people is doomed.

Workers' children are destined to work.

The children of slaves are destined to be slaves.

For a person like him who has a superior background and has inherited it from generation to generation, he should rule the empire.

Only with such rules can the empire prosper and prosper.

Yiertu is quite proud of the achievements he has made since he became the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The empire was prosperous and prosperous, and the imperial army swept across the Quartet, pacifying many alien races.

The people of the empire live and work in peace and contentment, and everyone is singing the praises of the emperor.

Isn't this called prosperity? ?

Think about 10,000 years ago, when human beings had no empire, in the evil Long Night Era, those people couldn't even eat, that was tragic.

Looking at the people of the empire now, they are really happy.

Although they have to work more than ten hours a day, all year round, those guys can already eat enough, and the empire will give them houses. Isn't this grateful to Dade? ?

Without the fall of the Cadia Fortress, Yiertu felt that he would be able to hand in a satisfactory answer and make his career as a high lord perfect.

As for some thorny elements who don't know how to be grateful and don't know how to serve the emperor well, Yiertu chooses to ignore those people.

Complain about too few credits earned from labor? ?

Complaining that I have never been able to leave Terra to see other worlds in my life? ?

Complain about living your life like a puppet! !

Listen, is this human speech? ?

Under the glory of the Emperor, to speak such ungrateful words is really a disgrace to the Empire.

There is no virtue of hard work and hard work at all.

Just thinking about enjoying every day is not a qualified citizen of the empire.

The trial court should arrest all those who maliciously refuse to accept low wages, overtime, and elite rule, and convict one of them for treason to the empire, and execute them all.

To serve as a warning to others.

The location of the secret meeting was chosen in an old sanctuary in the mansion, which enshrined the holy relics of the state religion.

A huge log table is placed here.

The most powerful people in the empire once sat here.

For ten thousand years the Empire was ruled by a single body of twelve men and women.

Throughout the ages, the High Lords of Terra have been responsible for making all major decisions of the Empire.

The world always reviled the incompetence and inefficiency of the High Lords Council.

It cannot be denied that the Council of the High Lords has also guided humanity through many trials and challenges.

In the past, there was no greater power in Terra's government than the High Lords Council.

Sadly, everything is different now.

Guilliman returned and re-emerged as Regent of the Empire, taking all power from the High Lords Council.

"We have to find a way to retreat as safely as possible." Yiertu whispered, "If possible, support our conservatives as much as possible, or those who can be influenced by us to go up and occupy the high lord seats in parliament."

After the incident in the Beta-Galmon galaxy, Yiertu and others knew very well that their political careers were dead.

Once the Primarch was done with the daemonic invasion, he would deal with them.

What they have to do now is to find a way to keep their dignity in the end, so that they can spend their old age in peace.

They generally do not think that Guilliman will directly cancel the High Lords Council

But the empire has great inertia. After all, the empire has been ruled by high lords for thousands of years.

And the Battle of Beta-Garmon didn't take place.

This also proves that the forces of all parties in the empire generally do not want a large-scale civil strife or civil war to break out.

The High Lords lost everything, but they were still nominal rulers of the Empire.

This system was initiated by the Emperor and perfected by Guilliman.

Banning the High Lords Council will hurt the prestige of the Primarch and damage the imperial system.

Plus the high lord is not a separate entity.

The twelve high lords represent twelve forces that can determine the future of the empire.

People like Yiertu were just pushed out as spokespersons.

Dissolution of the High Lords Conference meant breaking the balance of the twelve forces and breaking the basic system of the empire.

It's like the Commonwealth of America, which claims to be a democratic country, is suddenly declared by a certain family that this country will be dictatorship by them.

It was really a big storm.

"There's not much he can do. At most, we plead guilty, and then justify it, saying that it was a misunderstanding caused by our excessive tension. At most, we will lose our official position and be imprisoned. According to unspoken rules, other people must have to die. us."

Said Danda, the representative of the merchant.

"The best way now is this. Someone must be responsible for the Beta-Galmon galaxy. We all took over and gave the Primarch an explanation. It is impossible for him to deal with such a large Terra bureaucracy. Do it, after all, once you do it, the entire empire may be paralyzed, and the final outcome is nothing more than us being handed over, and the forces behind it will pledge their allegiance to the Primarch in exchange for forgiveness."

Draco, the head of the legal department, also spoke.

"The people who support us are no longer possible. Guilliman will not let us succeed. He will be on guard against us for a long time in the future. My opinion is not to interfere with those things. Wait for a while, wait for the original The Primarch left Terra, and then slowly regained its previous influence.” Admiral Mereda said, “We have to pay a price to satisfy the Primarch. We can’t ask too much. We will not be expelled from the political circle, as long as we can still interfere in the political circle, we still have a chance to start over."

"Guilliman wants to change everything, but he is doomed to fail. No matter how good the original intention is, power will be bound by the chain of interests in the end, and it will return to the original point, becoming a game of being kidnapped by the family and the interest team. Bad money drives out good money. The true meaning of political games, we just need to wait patiently, there is no need to be too anxious."