A frenzied mob stormed everything.
It rushed past like a torrent.
Those law enforcement officers were instantly swept away by the flood and screamed.
The official was stunned as he watched the Ministry of Justice's law enforcement team being torn apart by the mob.
Uniformed law enforcers and soldiers were massacred by rioters using a variety of weapons.
The weapons of those thugs were very simple, they were holding work tools and makeshift spears.
Some of them held braziers with spikes and shouted the Blood God's slogans crazily.
Some of the thugs who looked strong and smart were holding simple charging devices that rotated plasma energy.
These weapons are so primitive.
Logically, he shouldn't have any fear.
But he was still afraid.
Because these thugs are all crazy and fearless, just like the Christians who launched a jihad.
They followed a man covered in blood.
The opponent rushed through the intertwined firepower with his swift speed, like a wild wolf thrown into a flock of lambs.
The man stabbed the dagger in his hand into the soldier's throat. The whole process was smooth and full of the weird beauty of killing.
Like a butcher, cutting up his prey.
The official's fat was trembling all over.
He let out a scream, then turned and ran towards the Law Department's car.
We have to leave this damn place immediately.
Come back with stronger troops.
He'd make these damn thugs pay.
Let them know how terrible it is to disobey the emperor.
But before he took a few steps, a rocket, trailing flames, swept across his fat body and hit the law enforcement car directly.
A loud explosion followed.
The flames shot up into the sky, illuminating a large area.
The remaining soldiers and law enforcers died in the explosion.
The officials watched them being blown away by the terrible explosion and died in a very miserable way.
Some were even blown to pieces, with blood and flesh scattered all over the ground, like a Shura field.
Such a horrifying scene made the official tremble even more violently. He stood there like a wooden chicken, not knowing what to do.
He no longer had the arrogance he had before.
After a long while, he knelt down like a wild dog with a broken spine and begged the thugs not to hurt him.
"Pay the price." Nava walked towards him with undying anger in his eyes.
He thought of his good friend, a simple and honest man who just wanted the merchants to not raise prices so excessively, but was declared a heretic, sentenced to be burned at the stake, and burned to death.
He thought of the two children who were young and ignorant, crying for their father's death, and finally, were killed by having their throats cut in ignorance.
He thought of his female neighbor, who was once full of hope for the world, but ended up falling into prostitution, hoping only to get a bite of food to survive.
She has lived such a humble life.
But they still have to suffer from the same kind of killing.
Why does such a corrupt, smelly and hopeless empire still exist
Nava walked towards the official step by step.
His killing and his cruelty brought more blessings.
The aura of the subspace became stronger and stronger on his body.
Bone spurs extended from beneath his skin, piercing his epidermis bloodily.
Navar was completely corrupted and transformed into a minion of Chaos.
His rage grew stronger, drowning out his remaining sanity.
He just wants to destroy, just want to destroy everything he sees.
Vent the endless anger in your heart, completely wipe out everything, let it burn, and drown in your own blood.
"Don't you really like catching cultists?" Nava walked over and said in a cruel tone.
Those soldiers who tried to stop him were all killed by him. Their bodies fell to the ground, and the bright red blood flowed and gathered into puddles, which was horrifying to see.
With just a dagger, Nava easily took the lives of those soldiers, letting them die in fear and despair.
As he killed, the dagger became one with his arm.
Forming an even more bizarre flesh and blood blade.
Nava was very satisfied with this. He wanted to offer more blood to that existence and ask for more blessings.
"You traitor, the emperor will always despise you." The official shouted in a crazy tone.
Twisted by the power of the warp, Nava looked like a monster from a nightmare.
His arm and the dagger merged into one, and his body melted away, transforming into something even more hideous.
Bone spurs grew out from beneath his flesh, making him look even more hideous and terrifying.
The official was frightened, his voice was trembling, and he no longer had the arrogance he had before.
As Nava got closer, he even urinated involuntarily.
The luxurious clothes and uniforms were instantly wet.
"I don't care whether the Corpse King will spit on me or not, and I will not accept his mercy or salvation."
Nava's smile grew crueler.
He stepped forward, and the dagger that had become one with him stretched out and became longer, dripping with blood.
"You can't do this, do you know who my father is?" the official shouted.
Unfortunately, this trump card, which has repeatedly failed, failed this time.
Nava didn't care who the official's father was.
What does it matter who it is
He no longer cares about the salvation of the Corpse King.
The corrupt bureaucrats could no longer inflict their stupidity on him.
Nava, covered in blood, walked over and lifted up the fat official with just one hand.
"The blood of the vile pleases my God," Nava said as he thrust the spike into the official's neck.
Bleeding like slaughtering a pig.
Blood gushed out.
Nava also started shouting crazily.
The pleasure of revenge made him roar.
The human side also becomes fragmented.
Once upon a time, he was just an ordinary person who wanted to live a stable life.
It’s a pity that this world didn’t give him the chance to be a good person.
The rule of the Corpse King forced him to rise up in resistance.
Praise the Blood God, praise the Brotherhood of Brass.
Otherwise, I will never have the strength to complete my revenge.
At this moment, Nava dedicated his entire soul to that unknown terrifying existence.
Even if it meant eternal slavery, he would not hesitate to do so, just to overthrow the rule of the Corpse King.
His distortion intensified.
There are more and more non-human organs.
The eyes and mouth were melted and then reshaped into weird shapes.
It's ugly and scary, but incredibly powerful.
With the help of Nava, the Brass Brotherhood came out in full force, slaughtering the soldiers of the law enforcement forces. They seized their weapons and shot at the soldiers.
The riot spread.
Blood and chaos followed.
The shortage of supplies, the strong pressure from the Ministry of Justice, and the indifference of the powerful to the lives of the lower classes have instead supported those merchants in secretly manipulating prices.
Every time people’s resentment accumulates.
Until now, this resentment has been ignited by the Brass Brotherhood and erupted like a volcano.
Desperate people came from all directions and joined the mob.
They madly attacked law enforcement forces and destroyed everything in their sight.
They vented their dissatisfaction and anger like crazy.
Want to turn everything into ashes.
The Imperial forces reacted quickly, and the airships flew by with the roar of their engines.
The anti-insurgency troops, wearing imperial uniforms and advanced combat support equipment, jumped down from the sky and crushed the frenzied thugs with efficient slaughter efficiency.
Navar watched as the soldiers ruthlessly suppressed those they were supposed to protect, punishing all who rebelled for treason against the Emperor.
He could see the anger on the faces of the soldiers, who were shouting all sorts of words, seemingly confused as to why the thugs were fighting so fearlessly.
Nava, transformed into a monster, rushed forward. He wanted to vent his anger and offer more sacrifices to that great being.
He was fearless and no longer had any scruples.
Only killing, only blood.
When the cries of despair go unheard, they resort to destruction.
Let it all burn.
Burning fiercely, soaked in endless blood.
As the power of the Warp spreads, more and more mobs are twisted into abominable monsters.
They gathered together and attacked the Imperial troops, tearing them limb from limb.
Unfortunately, the riot started by the Brass Brotherhood was eventually suppressed.
Two golden guards holding halberds descended from the sky, sweeping away everything like ancient demons of destruction.
Nava knew those guys existed.
They are the emperor's personal guards hidden in the palace, possessing the power and skills to strangle everything.
Hundreds of thugs were easily swept away, and their limbs and bodies were broken in an instant. The bloody scene was horrifying.
A heavy armored vehicle controlled by the thugs was pierced through by a heavy spear and then cut into two pieces.
Even the twisted monster could not withstand the power of the attack and was instantly killed and torn into countless pieces.
"The golden man."
“Here they come.”
Some of the thugs shouted.
The voice was desperate.
They were well aware of what they were facing.
Nava wanted to rush forward to prove his devotion to the Blood God.
Unfortunately, before he could get close, his body was blown to pieces by the explosive bomb ejected from the halberd, and his remains fell down from where he was.
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god."
Nava let out a final roar.
Venting out dissatisfaction and anger.
The power of the Corpse King's lackeys is so strong.
But he firmly believed that one day the Blood God would crush them.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... .
On the city wall, Marshal of the Guards Valanor gazed at the magnificent outer city of the imperial palace.
Countless buildings stand on the land of Terra.
It stretches endlessly, with no end in sight.
A foundry emitting black smoke.
A tall and majestic religious building.
A Gothic spire building belonging to the nobles of various families.
Countless.
Among them, the most magnificent city is the Senate of the Empire, which is the pinnacle of the entire city.
Its appearance is as black as ink, and there are still mottled scars on it.
It is as old as the history of the Empire itself. It stands like a towering mountain on Terra, symbolizing the Empire's stable rule that has lasted for ten thousand years.
The magnificent Lion Gate and tall city walls stand tall, and the stationed troops are enough to crush any enemy attack.
The magnificent walls guarding the imperial palace stretched for hundreds of kilometers. Even if all the troops of ten thousand were deployed, there would be gaps that were not patrolled.
In addition, it is impossible for all the Wanfu Group to carry out patrol missions.
At most, only half of the 10,000-man regiment would be on guard duty.
The Imperial Guards' job is not just to protect the Emperor, they sometimes also need to guard secrets.
For example, dangerous elements imprisoned in dungeons and various items infected with the evil forces of the warp.
For this reason, the Empire also has a large number of mortal soldiers to make up for the shortcomings of the small number of the Custodes.
Valanor looked around the Senate and scanned the city walls filled with mortal legions.
Then he looked to the other side.
A fire was lit there.
The shouts of the mob echoed through the buildings.
The troops responsible for suppression flew high in the sky on airships and rushed towards the places where the flames appeared.
Valanor didn't care about these. Those rebellions had nothing to do with him. At least on the current scale, they were not worth his intervention.
He is the guardian of the throne, the emperor's personal guard, not the savior of the empire.
The Custodians had no intention of taking on such a role.
He serves only the Emperor's will.
Several guards passed by.
Their mission was to prevent the rebellion from expanding and threatening the palace's security system.
The Guards won't do anything about it, they have their own things to do, which is to protect the most precious things in the throne world.
Their most important duty is to protect the great man who gave everything for humanity, suffered a lot, and is still suffering today.
Many people think that perhaps the Golden Throne is just a chair made of gold.
It's like the kind of chair a king from a wild world would make.
I don't understand why the Imperial Guards would have to spend such a huge price to guard it.
Valanor did not explain this.
Those mortals imagined the Golden Throne as a seat of power placed in a luxurious palace, surrounded by the wealth of the galaxy.
In their imaginations, perhaps there were ministers walking on the jewel-paved floor, whispering about state affairs.
This idea is so wrong and ridiculous.
Valano didn't even have any confidence that he could change this absurd imagination.
The Golden Throne that the Custodes guard is not a single thing.
Nor is it a golden chair located in the room.
Its structure extends like tree roots throughout the inner court.
Creeping down to forbidden basements and crawling up to the highest peaks.
Its energy coil is as large as a city.
The mountain was reshaped to accommodate its foundations.
The Mechanicus who worked tirelessly to keep it running also made many modifications to it over the past ten thousand years.
The planet has been completely changed by the existence of the throne, it has been punched, smoothed and rebuilt.
The Golden Throne was built by the Emperor during the Great Crusade. Its technology was so complex that none of the many sages of the Mechanicus could understand it.
It penetrates deep into the rock, beating like an artery, like the organ of the planet itself.
The mechanical structure of the throne occupies a larger area than the outer court of the palace.
It was the Emperor's masterpiece, and also the luxurious gift he intended to give to mankind, but it ultimately died in the womb.
During the Horus Heresy, Magnus's folly undermined everything, leading the Emperor to abandon the Webway Project and shut down most of its equipment.
Only the core structure of the inner court was retained to maintain the seal of the webway entrance.
In the secret space beneath the Emperor's throne room, the roaring machinery is still running, and has never stopped for ten thousand years, assisting the Emperor in maintaining the gate of the webway and preventing the invasion of demons.
It is difficult to describe those sacred machines of Valanor in words. They hold countless mysteries that are simply incomprehensible to the world, and only the Emperor can create them.
Those silent machines represent the salvation that humanity was once just one step away from, but was lost because of its rebellious offspring.
For this reason, Valanor loathed those Space Marines, viewing them as potential traitors.
Space Marines are never allowed to enter the Imperial Palace.
Valanor didn't like the Primarch either. After all, it was Horus, the Emperor's own son, who had caused the Emperor to sit on the Golden Throne, and he had been living a life worse than death ever since.
He did not want to support Guilliman, but he understood that the High Lords' actions had deviated from the Emperor's vision.
"Now, they dare to attack a loyal Primarch for power. In the future, will they attack the Emperor for power? Greed has made them lose themselves, and the desire for power is growing in their hearts."
Tyrian's words echoed in Valanor's mind.
Tyrion hoped that the Custodes would side with the Primarch, rather than the High Lord.
This incident surprised Valano a little.
He had asked Tyrion why he did that.
"I serve the Emperor to protect humanity's survival in the dark galaxy, my lord. I cannot sacrifice that for selfish gain."
Tyrian gave him an answer beyond his imagination.
It is hard to imagine that such a person exists among the corrupt Terran bureaucrats.
Heavy footsteps were heard.
Valanor turned around and saw a warrior of the Ten Thousand in golden armor walking out of the darkness.
Outside the golden armor, he wore a black robe representing atonement.
"Sir," the soldier said, and presented a data pad with various data and text flowing on it.
"Valerian, what's the situation?" Valanor asked while checking the intelligence information on the data board.
If anyone thinks that the Imperial Guards' activities are limited to the imperial palace, they are greatly wrong.
They secretly control Terra and monitor the solar system.
For ten thousand years, they have been constantly nipping those crises in the bud, preventing them from developing and growing and endangering the safety of the Emperor.
"The situation is very bad. I have traced the Chaos Mark of the Blood God." Valyrian said solemnly, "This riot is just the tip of the iceberg of a larger conspiracy. Our enemies are lurking in it, forming an undercurrent, bewitching those foolish and blind people."
"How do the High Lords react to this?"
Valanor turned his gaze away from his shield captain and looked at the city of Terra, which looked like a prison.
The magnificent walls and towers, without exception, were no different from prisons, ancient and huge.
Countless crimes and horrors have been concealed by these great walls and towers.
"They expressed anger and condemnation and wanted the commander-in-chief to be included in the next meeting to discuss how to fight the ongoing rebellion."
"Those thugs are foolish and ignorant. They believe that Chaos offers salvation, but they never know that Chaos's promises are always false. There is no way to escape from suffering, nor a shortcut to gain power. When they choose to make a deal with Chaos, everything they have will be taken away."
Valanor whispered, "The High Lords are a nuisance. Their actions are slow and inefficient, and we all suffer from their weaknesses. Go, Valerian, and continue to monitor Terra. I have a bad feeling about this."
"Understood, my lord," Valyrian said, and turned to leave.
Valano turned his head and continued to look at the building illuminated by the fire, and a message from the Imperial Daily popped up on the data pad in his hand.
"Our armies are ready to take on the Empire's greatest traitor. This greedy traitor will be utterly defeated in the Beta-Garmon system."
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .
Beta-Garmon system.
The Chapter Masters of the many successor chapters of the Imperial Fists gathered on the home ship of the Imperial Fists Chapter Master Vladimir, the Stormspear.
They came quickly and never hesitated too much when called by the mother group.
When Vladimir entered the strategic hall, they were already gathered in front of the large table of the parliament.
But when he walked in, all the chapter masters stood up to show their respect for him.
The two mechanical servants debugged the tactical data for them and input it into the holographic projector.
The holographic projector was installed in the middle of a huge incense burner hanging from the ceiling.
As the equipment slowly lit up, distinct lines of light like static electricity flickered in the center of the auditorium and gradually took shape.
It revealed a series of data and a large number of images.
Images of Guilliman fighting the Orks and Necrons at Charadon, as well as images of the Crusade parade, etc., were all played.
There is also information on some areas of reform.
Those worlds are all well developed.
Pollution was contained and green appeared on the planet's surface.
People's happiness level began to improve, and taxes and personnel quality also increased.
Guilliman's reforms proved to be effective.
He brought people the life they dreamed of.
The young people there were more willing to join the Primarch's expedition in order to defend their hard-earned lives.
Many Chapter Masters examined these images and looked at each other, and they looked at Vladimir with confusion.
"I summoned you here to confirm one thing: where we will stand." Vladimir looked around at everyone and whispered, "This is an unjust war. We must decide whether to violate the Primarch's oath and point the blade at his brother."
"In order for you to make the most correct decision, I have specially collected some information about Ultramar and the Indomitable Crusade. From the information currently known, the Indomitable Crusade is the most ambitious expedition organized within the human empire in the past thousand years. The Primarch built this huge legion using only a few star regions and integrated resources at an extremely fast speed."
"In a sense, if the Primarch were to control the entire Imperium, the scale of the Indomitus Crusade would be expanded by more than a hundred times. By then, the Indomitus Crusade would be the greatest crusade in the history of the Imperium of Man. Perhaps only the Great Crusade, when many Primarchs are still wandering among the stars and the Emperor is still asleep, could surpass the Indomitus Crusade led by the Primarch."
Vladimir stood at the main seat and spoke to the captains of the various regiments.
Hearing his words, everyone looked shocked and surprised.
They hadn't expected Vladimir to say that.
"Will you disobey Terra's orders and side with Guilliman?" asked a Chapter Master.
"Our Primarch swore an oath after the Horus Heresy that he would never again turn war against his brothers," Vladimir said. "Do not forget the blood of Dorne in your veins. Do you want to break that oath?"
"But Terra has declared him a traitor," said the Chapter Master of the White Temples.
“That’s the question, should we trust the bureaucrats of Terra!
"We suffer from their slowness and inefficiency and become political pawns on their table," Vladimir said bluntly.
"These are terrible words that betray the Empire."
The other chapter leader's expression turned solemn. He looked at Vladimir and spoke in an uncertain tone.
"No, everyone. This is a test for us. Choose the High Lord, or choose the Imperial Regent - Guilliman. This is not a rebellion against the Empire. The Imperial Regent is still loyal to the Empire. He just wants to save humanity with a powerful gesture." Vladimir looked at everyone and whispered.
"He wants to seize the Emperor's authority and sit on the Empire's throne of power."
A Chapter Master retorted, "The decision has already been made on Terra."
"This is slander. He is the regent appointed by the Emperor. Even if he does not reform or launch an expedition, he can still take back his power." Vladimir said, "The Emperor has been asleep for 10,000 years, and the Primarch has long disappeared. Who can deny the power of an imperial regent?"
"What do you want to do?" asked the Chapter Master of the White Temple Chapter.
"Do what we should do. Don't forget the Beast War. Terra was almost destroyed by those bureaucrats. The Imperial Fists were wiped out due to the stupidity of the High Lords. If it weren't for the hero Kurland initiating the High Wall Protocol, Terra would have fallen long ago. And when they treated this savior, the first thing they thought of was to punish him, not to reward him for his achievements. The High Lords of Terra accused Kurland of rebuilding the Legion, fearing that Kurland would use the High Wall Protocol to deprive them of their power."
Vladimir looked around at everyone and told them his past events.
The Beast War is a humiliation that every son of Dorne cannot forget.
The first Imperial Fist was destroyed in that battle.
Terra was only one step away from falling into the hands of the orcs.
This is a shame for humanity.
"By the blood of Dorn, men, are you willing to betray the Primarch's oath and fight his brothers?" Vladimir asked.
Many chapter masters looked at each other, and no one dared to go against the Primarch's oath.
"Are we betraying the High Lord?" said a Chapter Master.
"No, we are only giving up this battle, not betraying." Vladimir said, "We will remain neutral in the struggle between Terra and the Primarch. We cannot let our brothers die for the political capital of the bureaucrats."
This statement could barely be accepted by these chapter leaders.
If they were to betray the High Lord directly, they would be somewhat hesitant.
For ten thousand years, the High Lords have claimed to issue decrees on behalf of the Emperor.
In a sense, betraying the High Lords Council is tantamount to betraying Terra and the Emperor.
If they were neutral, they would not have to bear this mental burden.
Under Vladimir's persuasion, many chapter masters accepted the orders from the mother group in silence.
They will remain neutral in this battle.
They will not declare their position until they are sure who is more trustworthy.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..
Macragge's Glory.
Guilliman took a deep breath, once, and again.
This can help calm your mood.
Such a large-scale mobilization of Terra's forces naturally could not be concealed from Guilliman.
Even on Terra, which is controlled by the High Lord, there are many radicals who agree with his ideas.
They warned the expeditionary fleet through various channels and reported Beta-Garmon's information.
Guilliman was fully aware of the deployment of forces in the Beta-Garmon system.
Many generals secretly contacted the expeditionary fleet, claiming that they would surrender when the Primarch arrived.
The move is to preserve human strength rather than waste it in meaningless civil wars.
Guilliman had guessed that the nobles of Terra would not surrender without a fight.
But he couldn't have imagined these guys were so crazy.
The size of the assembled forces is enough to shock the galaxy.
If civil war breaks out, the evil gods and the many traitors will laugh amidst the ruins and ashes.
A sound of footsteps came from the door.
Celestine, a saint wearing golden armor and with a pair of white wings on her back, walked in.
"Your Excellency the Regent." Celestine saluted.
Even though Celestine was a saint, she still had to pay respect to Guilliman.
After all, Guilliman represents the will of the Emperor.
The recognition of the Emperor's Sword and the great blessing of the Emperor upon Guilliman are not false.
Celestine could feel it.
In the eyes of ordinary people, Guilliman is just a Primarch who is stronger and bigger than the Space Marines.
But in Celestine's eyes, Guilliman was already a sun with a mixture of blue and gold light.
So dazzling, so strong, so sacred.
Anyone who looks directly into his true nature will feel great pain.
Even though Guilliman has repeatedly refused people to deify him in public.
But Celestine knew that it was inevitable that the Primarch would follow the same path as his father.
Their essence is the same.
Although Guilliman is not strong enough now, he has unlimited potential.
One day, this emperor's own son will have his own saint.
"You're here." Guilliman smiled and sat back in his seat. "Find a seat."
After leaving the Babu system, Guilliman passed through several other system, reorganized the bureaucratic systems in those system, and abolished some unreasonable feudal dynasty systems and aristocratic systems.
Afterwards, Celestine, who had completed her assigned mission, reunited with Guilliman's fleet.
Considering that the next journey would not be too long, Guilliman did not assign a new task to Celestine, but asked her to go to Terra with him.
The influence of a saint is no less than that of the primarch.
With Celestine's help, he could easily gain the support of believers.
"I don't know why you summoned me, my lord," said Celestine.
Guilliman handed Celestine a data pad. "The nobles of Terra have chosen the worst possible path. They have gone mad to the extreme for their own power."
Celestine took it and looked at it. The information displayed on it made her face change slightly.
The Terran nobility assembled an unprecedented army in the Beta-Garmon system.
They tried to prevent the Primarch from having an audience with the Emperor, and from reaching Terra to become the new Lord of Terra and take control of the entire Empire.
"They think I will compromise, but unfortunately, I won't. Both kindness and cruelty are necessary qualities for a qualified ruler."
Guilliman raised his hand and a hologram appeared between him and Celestine.
"Many parts of the Empire are suffering. I will never allow the Empire to fall into the abyss, let alone the division of the Empire. Even if I have to bear the stigma, I will stop it at all costs. I will try to have a few rounds of peaceful communication with the Imperial forces in the Beta-Garmon system to see if I can resolve this matter through peaceful means. If not, I will resort to force and wipe out the defenders of the entire system. I will burn every legion that dares to resist and tell every world what the consequences of resisting a Primarch are."
Guilliman stated his decision in a calm tone.
He issued orders to various expeditionary fleets, dispatching enough Sky Punishment Colossi and new imperial warships.
At the same time, there are tens of thousands of Primaris Space Marines and hundreds of millions of Astra Militarum legions.
They will emerge from the warp in a void location far away from the Beta-Garmon system, leaving enough time for negotiations.
Those who surrender will be incorporated into his expeditionary fleet.
Those stubborn troops who rejected his friendly overtures.
Guilliman would declare them excommunicated traitors, and he would turn upon them all the firepower originally reserved for the xenos.
The wicked are guilty, and those who aid and abet the evil are equally guilty.
Guilliman will show no mercy.
Celestine was a little worried, but she was not a mascot and could not be chosen by the Emperor.
She was extremely outstanding in both wisdom and military strategy.
"Sir, you summoned me, surely it is not just to announce your tactical arrangements."
"You are very smart." Guilliman praised. "Of course I am not saying this for the sake of saying this. War is the last resort, especially when facing our own people. It is a last resort and cannot be used lightly. I summoned you here because I want to use your help to resolve the civil war crisis as much as possible. The foundation of the Ecclesiarchy's rule lies in the faith of the Emperor, and you are the recognized spokesperson for the Emperor."
"I need you to do one thing, that is to deny the orthodoxy of the Terran State Religion and announce to everyone that they have betrayed the guidance of the Emperor. The new State Religion is legitimate and is the religion recognized by the Emperor. In doing so, we will avoid going to war with those believers who have been bewitched by the State Religion and reduce unnecessary casualties." 1
Celestine was stunned for a moment after hearing Guilliman's words.
"Is this really a good idea? It's not their fault that they believe in the Emperor."
Guilliman stretched his upper body into the middle of the table and growled.
"I don't need to tell you about all the crimes the state religion has committed against so many planets, right? The Emperor's original intention was to protect humanity and guide it onto the path of reason, but the state religion distorted this idea. Celestine, do you fight for the Emperor's dream, or do you walk in the world for the selfish satisfaction in your heart?"
"You think that humans need to believe in the Emperor. As long as it is called faith, then it is not wrong. I know very well that the Emperor does not need such faith. He does not need faith gained by trampling on the things he protects, by fooling the things he protects, or by intimidating the things he protects."
"This is the greatest betrayal of his ideals and the greatest humiliation to him, Celestine, do you understand? We must correct this mistake. If you regard her as a god, then why are you unwilling to listen to her teachings? If you are unwilling to listen to her teachings, why do you call yourself her believer?"
"You swear allegiance to a person, claiming that you love him and can do anything for him, but you never obey his orders. Is this really loyalty?"
Guilliman's voice struck Celestine's heart like a hammer.
"These two should be different, right?" Celestine said unconfidently.
"Is it different? My brother Lorgar, he once claimed that the Emperor was his true God, but he never obeyed the Emperor's orders. The Emperor hated faith, so he declared his faith loudly. When the Emperor became angry and burned his toys, he lost his faith and turned to the arms of the Chaos Gods. Can such a thing be considered faith? It is just an attempt to find a spiritual harbor for his cowardly soul. Such faith is shameful and is despised by the Emperor."
"We must fight for the Emperor's ideals. Not everyone who claims to believe in the Emperor is a believer. They are just enemies in disguise."
With his powerful skills, Guilliman finally convinced the Living Saint Celestine.
"I can assist you in your plan, sir, but you need to promise that you will pardon those believers as long as they lay down their weapons."
Celestine put forward her conditions.
To this, Guilliman nodded in agreement.
He had no interest in mass murder.
He only enjoyed slaughtering those bureaucrats who got in his way and those state religious leaders who didn't cooperate with him.
With the help of Celestine's sainthood, the Ecclesiarchy's forces would be dealt a severe blow and completely split.
What qualifications does a state religion have to exist when it has lost its religious basis and has been denied by the Emperor's spokesperson
The two sides reached a consensus and Guilliman ended the talks.
He walked Celestine out the door.
Soon, another figure was received by Guilliman.
That is the casting general of Steel Star - Kren.
This guy, comparable to a heavy tank, has been providing maintenance logistics services and various intelligent mechanical corps for Guilliman's fleet.
Guilliman's purpose in summoning the other party was simple.
He needs Karen to disintegrate the Martian forces and use various knowledge and promises to split the various forces on Mars.
There are also many schools of thought within Mars.
They fought fiercely among themselves over STC, technical knowledge, and various doctrines.
This is a breakthrough. As long as we can gain the support of some Martian forces, we can disintegrate the power of the Mechanicus.
"Based on the existing data, there is no way for me to do this. My job is to forge generals, and I am not good at diplomacy." Kren's mechanized face showed a trace of embarrassment.
Assisting Guilliman in building warships and various weapons and equipment also made him part of Mars' kill list.
If he goes to persuade those mechanical sages, wouldn't he be walking into a tiger's mouth
Those guys wanted to tear him apart and throw his data core into a data cage to torture him.
Those crazy people on Mars will not let go of anyone who violates the Olympia Agreement and the Dogma of the God of All Machines.
"You can do it." Guilliman handed Kren a piece of paper with a complex formula on it. "This is the mechanical data for making a micro black hole. As long as you have the right materials, you can make a micro black hole."
The mechanical eye scanned the paper several times, and a trace of rare greed and selfishness emerged in Kren's heart.
Mechanical knowledge for creating micro black holes.
It was enough to drive him crazy.
It’s not that the Mechanicus doesn’t have the ability to create a black hole, but a lot of technical knowledge has been lost. The cost of creating a black hole is extremely high.
And the relevant STC is also difficult to find.
And now, such knowledge is placed in front of him.
Creating micro black holes is a technology that is incredible.
"Kren, don't forget. Once I compromise or give up the fight, you and other members of the Mechanicus will inevitably face a terrible purge. You will be left with nothing. Even your data core and backup will be wiped out."
Guilliman said with a smile as he sat in his seat.
"If you can successfully resolve this crisis and complete the task I assigned to you, I promise that after we arrive on Terra, I will give you more mechanical knowledge."
Guilliman rolled up the paper and placed it in Kren's mechanical hand. "And this is just a deposit."
Kren's rational logic wanted him to firmly refuse, it was too dangerous to lobby the people on Mars.
But the original body gave too much.
The cutting-edge technology of the micro black hole was just a deposit, an advance reward, and he would get it regardless of success or failure.
If it succeeds, it will require a lot of cutting-edge scientific and technological knowledge.
It is enough to allow me to take a step further on the path of following the God of All Things.
"I don't want to go." I couldn't utter these four words.
The rational logic module kept reminding him that this mission was extremely dangerous and that he would die if he was not careful.
Kochren's greed overwhelmed his rational logic module and rejected the most rational rejection plan.
"I will definitely complete your mission, my lord."
Karen ignored the endless alarms in his skull and stood firm.