"traitor?"
Tirian showed a hint of sarcasm, but it disappeared quickly, concealed well.
After all, he has been in Terra, a big melting pot, for many years, and his ability to control his emotions is superb.
"Why do you say that?" Tirian looked at Yin Ertu, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Yin Ertu waved his hands in the air.
An image emerged as he moved, floating in the air.
It was the video of Tirian meeting Hast and others.
There are also various letters going back and forth.
It was obvious that Yinertu had investigated Tirian and knew everything he had done.
"Why should you do this? Tyrion, I once thought you were a good ally."
Yin Ertu looked at Tirian and asked in a cold tone.
"I didn't do anything. I just fulfilled my duty." Tirian said calmly, "Just like I did before, fulfilling my duties and doing my own things. Now, I also have my own things to do."
A voice popped up from the side.
It was a projector that had fallen in a silent struggle, connected to Tirian's exclusive database, which stored a large amount of data and information, as well as intelligence summaries from various regions of Terra and requests from various troops.
The projector was pressed down, the play button was pressed, and a sound came out from the projector.
"Prime Minister, we are requesting some assistance. There are some refugees here. They look starving. Those thugs took everything. Horrible monsters lurk in the shadows."
Yin Ertu showed a sarcastic expression, "I didn't expect that our Prime Minister is still very kind."
"This is work." Tirian said expressionlessly, "This is my job."
"Is betraying the Emperor also your job?" Yin Ertu asked with a sneer.
"I have done nothing to betray the Emperor. Everything I have done is for the Emperor's benefit," Tyrion said. "I have no selfish motives."
"You instigated those people to betray Terra and the Council of High Lords. Isn't this a rebellion, Tyrion? You instigated those ignorant people to betray Terra and throw themselves into the arms of the evil Primarch." Yin Ertu roared, raising his pulse pistol, looking very excited.
"This is to avoid civil war. For today's empire, the threat of a civil war is too great. We must be cautious." Tirian argued.
"This is a necessary sacrifice. We must stop the Primarch's mistakes. He is damaging the foundation of the Empire, and this is the biggest problem. Admittedly, he was once the Supreme Commander, but he was also part of the great rebellion that almost destroyed us. In order to prevent such things from happening, he limited his authority to prevent such a crisis from breaking out again. But people change. He has been asleep for ten thousand years, and the Empire has prospered under the hands of the High Lords for ten thousand years. Everything has changed. He should just sit in the stasis field. We resisted the enemy, drove away the enemy, and prevented crisis after crisis."
"No, the Empire did not prosper under the High Lords." Tirian retorted. At this point, he already knew his impending fate, and he didn't want to flatter any more. "Humanity has suffered greatly from the slowness and inefficiency of the High Lords. Terra is an example. This is the Holy World, the seat of the Emperor, and the people here are suffering, tortured by famine and despair. There has never been any prosperity, Inrtu, that is just your self-deception."
"You." Yin Ertu showed a hint of anger, his face turned gloomy, revealing danger and viciousness.
As if he could not see the resentful expression on the other person's face, Tirian said indifferently: "I am a person who relies on political games to get to the top. I know the cruelty and complexity of this game. You think I am a member of this game, but you are wrong. I hate this game. I deal with the affairs of the empire every day. I know how seriously sick this empire is. More than 30% of the army is on paper and has not been deployed. The benefits are divided up by you and several other families."
"The many powerful families you represent control the merchant organizations, trade pricing power, and many fleets. You have seized the most profits and wealth, but because of your special status, you never pay taxes. All taxes fall on those planets without backgrounds. As a result, life on many planets is extremely poor, and even basic food and clothing cannot be guaranteed. This does not look like an interstellar empire at all, but more like a feudal dynasty."
"This is loyalty to the Emperor? This is the heyday of the Empire? This is the prosperity under the rule of the High Lords? What does the High Lords' Council have to do with every battle won by the Human Empire that is enough to determine the survival of the Empire?"
"During the Beast War, it was Kurland who initiated the High Wall Protocol. The destruction of New Terra was a campaign led by the Dark Angels. The Age of Apostasy was ended by the Black Templars and the Custodes. Tell me, what role did the High Lords play in these events? What else can you do besides dividing up the profits?"
Tyrian's tone was full of sarcasm and teasing.
It was obvious that he had long been dissatisfied with the Council of High Lords.
How stupid and inefficient.
Yin Ertu looked at Tirian, "But people still rebuilt the Terra Council again and again and restored the position of the High Lord."
"That's because the Council of High Lords was restored by the Imperial Regent to govern the Empire when he was away on expeditions. People continued this tradition out of trust in the Emperor and Guilliman. And now, you are planning to betray the Imperial Regent, aren't you? Betray the one who gave you power."
"I can't convince you, Tirian," said Yinertu.
“Perhaps, you have never convinced me.”
"Maybe. You betrayed us and let a large army surrender to Guilliman. This is an unforgivable crime." Yin Ertu said, "You will pay the price for this, but you are smart. You let your family run away. But you can't run away. We have decided to make you pay the heaviest price, Tyrian. You will be tortured and die in pain. No one will pity you."
"Aren't you afraid of retaliation?" Tyrion said, "I have established a connection with the Primarch. If something happens to me, you will not be able to escape."
"No one will know it was us, Tyrion. The defenses of your mansion will soon be lost, and your body will be torn apart by those thugs. If you were allowed to live until the day when the Primarch arrived, you might be favored and appreciated by him, but unfortunately, there will be no such day. You are destined to die today."
"The other high lords have changed their plans. They will turn to support the Primarch in exchange for their own survival. Although the family will decline and the position will be stripped, they will still survive. At that time, we will kill your descendants and family members one by one to ensure that no bloodline survives."
"This is the reward for your loyalty, Tyrion. I will make sure that the Primarch knows nothing about this, and no one knows that your descendants were slaughtered by us. A fool like you is destined to have no children or descendants. Even if there are, we will completely wipe them out. Weep for your children and wife, Tyrion. They will soon be with you."
Yin Ertu shot Tireen in both legs.
The burning beam caused Tirian to scream, and his fat body collapsed to the ground helplessly.
Yin Ertu injected the neurotoxin into Tirian's neck and then turned and left.
In the darkness, Yin Ertu's assassins followed closely behind him.
They all held blood-stained blades in their hands.
All that blood was left by Tyrian's personal guards.
These assassins lurk everywhere, protecting their master and monitoring Tyrian's every move to ensure that he has no way to escape.
Tirian, lying on the ground, looked at the other person's departing back, his lips trembling.
Soon the pain of his flesh and nerves dissolving filled his mind.
An uncontrollable scream of terror emanated from his throat.