Neurolytic toxin is an extremely horrible and inhumane poison.
This poison slowly destroys neurons and cell genetic chains.
The attacked person will die slowly in unbearable pain of nerve dissolution.
This is an extremely cruel and irreversible measure.
Such toxins were once widely used by various departments of the empire to deter their enemies.
Until, during the Beast War, the assassination of the High Lord by Grand Master Vangerich of the Assassin's Court occurred.
Such poison was sealed by the high lords.
It is no longer allowed to be used in official imperial departments.
They fear that these poisons will eventually be used against them one day.
Unfortunately, many rules are not meant to restrict the people who create them.
Yin Ertu, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, is obviously a rule maker.
They keep assassins and use all kinds of banned poisons or weapons.
It's not a big deal for a big shot like him.
Under the ravages of the neurotoxin, Tirian's eyes gradually became blurred.
At first he could still scream, but as the poison slowly entered his nervous system, he lost the ability to even scream.
"No, that is not true, Master."
An old voice sounded.
Before Tirian closed his eyes, the old servant who had luckily escaped the killing of Yinertu's men ran to his master with a crying voice.
The servant had served Tyrion for eighty years, a length of time that was equivalent to an ordinary person's lifetime.
If you dig deeper, it's even more shocking.
The family this old servant came from has actually served Tirian for four generations.
His father and grandfather were both servants of Tyrian.
If nothing unexpected happens, his children will also be servants of Tyrian.
Tyrian survived for centuries with the help of various technologies that extended his lifespan.
But his servants have neither the qualifications nor the authority to enjoy the same extended life and can only accept birth, aging, sickness and death.
To this end, Tyrian watched those familiar people and things disappear from his life little by little.
Now, he himself has reached the end of his life.
The old servant hugged his master and cried inconsolably.
He didn't know what kind of reputation Tirian had outside.
But in the Prime Minister's Office, the servants had a pretty good life.
They will not be punished or killed for minor mistakes.
In many powerful families, the lives of slaves are like grass on the roadside, and their life and death depend on the thoughts of their masters.
The old servant served Tirian all his life, taking care of his food and daily life.
He knew very well that the man who held the power of the empire was a good man.
Why can't this world give good people a better ending
Tirian rested his head on the servant's dry legs, his eyes gradually dimming.
It was exactly like a boy lying on his father's lap centuries ago.
"I will become the greatest servant of the Emperor, and my name will be remembered by all."
The boy said to his father.
"That's very dangerous. Many people don't like to do that, nor do they like others to do that. They hope that everyone will step into the mud and become rotten like them. Bright flowers blooming in a rotten swamp will only attract jealousy and targeting."
The father's face was filled with a kind smile, and he teased his child's dream a little.
"I'm not afraid. I will defeat those bad guys. I will be worse than them, so they won't be my match," said the boy.
"I lost, father." This was Tyrian's last thought before he died.
Memories of his previous life kept appearing in Tirian's mind, allowing him to quickly review all the memories.
The life of a despicable superior, playing power games, exchanging interests, and taking every step carefully, eventually ended up in a position that is unimaginable to the world.
He was about to die, dying in untold agony.
All power and wealth will vanish into thin air.
If it were someone else, he would do whatever it takes to survive so that he could continue to enjoy unimaginable wealth and power.
But Tirian never cared about those things. He was just sad that he could not hold on until the day when the Primarch arrived on Terra.
In the eyes of his political enemies, Tyrian is cunning, cruel, and good at calculating people's hearts.
But no one knows that in his heart, Tirian is still the young man with great ambition to become the most outstanding servant of the Emperor.
Tyrian has been through a lot.
He knew very well that the galaxy was a cruel place.
The countless worlds of the Imperium of Man are filled with pain and disease, and evil is everywhere you look.
Chaos is rampant, and countless fools are tempted.
The aliens are always watching with eager eyes, and the blood of humans holding butcher knives has never dried.
But the upper echelons turned a blind eye to all this.
They are only concerned with wielding power and showing off the glory of their own family.
The empire is terminally ill.
The fire of human civilization has long been unstable and may be extinguished at any time.
"Cough, cough, cough." Tirian coughed a few times, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Seeing his master's pain, the old servant was filled with despair.
He kept using a clean handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corners of his master's mouth.
"what can I do?"
“Oh my God, why is this happening!
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Seeing Tyrian having more and more difficulty breathing, the old servant felt heartbroken. What a vicious world this is. Why do good people never get rewarded
A rapid alarm sounded.
The outer defenses of the Imperial Chancellery were breached by the thugs, and countless thugs, unable to bear the soaring prices and hunger, rushed into Tirian's mansion.
Obviously, this was part of those people's plan.
As the Prime Minister of the Empire, the security measures in Tirian's residence are extremely high-end and strict.
Now, it has been destroyed by thugs.
You can imagine how big the loophole is.
If other people hadn't taken action, this would never have happened.
The old servant held back his tears and grief, and before the mob arrived, he chose to abandon his master's cold body and hide in a secret room.
He was too old to carry a body.
He knew he had to survive.
He is the only survivor of the Prime Minister's Office massacre.
If even he died, the truth of the matter would be buried with him.
No one will ever know the truth about Tyrion's death.
Everyone would think that the Reich Chancellor died at the hands of thugs.
People will feel sad and upset for him, but there is nothing they can do.
No one would have thought that the High Lords would be so cruel that they would kill everyone in the Chancellery and inject such a vicious substance as neurolysis into the Imperial Chancellor.
They will live in peace, and may even gain rewards or even keep their current positions by pledging allegiance to the Primarch and expressing their loyalty in a flattering manner.
How unfair that would be.
The old servant knew his mission; he had to make this matter public.
Seek justice for your master and revenge for your master.
Every High Lord involved in this will have to pay a price.
... ... ... ... ...
Tyrion is dead.
Died on the eve of the era he had always dreamed of.
He once advocated reform and restored the glory of mankind.
To this end, he plunged into Terra politics and climbed up step by step.
He thought about lifting the ban on the Guards, breaking the rules of the Codex, and building space marines on a large scale.
Recover the lost technologies and political structures that allowed humanity to roam the stars.
But few results have been achieved in recent years.
The opposition is too strong and the resistance is too terrifying.
He originally wanted to push for the release of the Imperial Guards and send them to Cadia Fortress for support.
As a result, just as the vote was taking place, news came that the Cadia Fortress had fallen.
This made Tirian feel frustrated for a while.
The appearance of Guilliman gave him hope again and saw the bright future that the Empire might have.
He did his best to remove the obstacles that had prevented the Primarch from coming to Terra, turning the wavering generals against him, speaking to the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists, and advising the Grand Marshal of the Custodes to sway themselves to the Primarch's side.
But despite all he did, he never saw the arrival of the Primarch, never saw the day when humans would once again dominate the starry sea.
He is dead.
Died in his own mansion.
The head was chopped off by the thugs and hung in the garden of the Prime Minister's residence.
His body was chopped into pieces and could not be found completely.
A huge explosion occurred in the Prime Minister's Office due to the destruction of the rioters.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... .
In the Ministry of Internal Affairs building located in the outer court area, the Director of Internal Affairs - Yin Ertu, the Director of the Ministry of Law - Draco, and the Pope - Bardo were standing in a luxurious room.
A huge crystal chandelier hangs overhead, casting a soft glow throughout this luxurious, exquisite room.
There is a window in the room facing the area where the Imperial Chancellery is located.
The three of them stood by the window, looking at the thick smoke rising from the Prime Minister's residence with a faint smile on their lips.
Everything is so seamless.
No one could realize that the fall of the Imperial Chancellery was caused by them fanning the flames behind the scenes, or even actively mobilizing troops and opening defenses.
The truth will be lost forever.
No one will ever mention it again.
"Let's have people start publicizing the arrival of the Imperial Regent. We have to show our loyalty and hold the heads of the Imperial Daily News accountable for the crime of stigmatizing the Imperial Regent."
Yin Ertu was playing with the wine glass in his hand. The wine in it was as red as blood.
“Indeed, we must find a way to get out of this unscathed,” the Pope said.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... .
From time to time, screaming fighter planes flew across the sky of Terra.
The nearby troops were rushing towards the Prime Minister's Office.
Terrified screams and helpless sobs were heard over the communication.
Tirian never discriminates against others and doesn't mind helping others without putting himself in trouble.
This behavior makes him very popular.
The attack on the Prime Minister's Office touched the hearts of many people.
They prayed that Tyrian would be blessed with the Emperor's protection.
Only after they had driven away the thugs and seen the shattered remains of Tyrian did they accept that a great servant of the Emperor was gone.
Under the grim form of mob unrest and demonic invasion.
The mood of many Terran troops and civilians was once again hit hard by Tirian's departure.
Many people fell into despair.
Some wondered if Terra would fall as a result.
However, a report in the Empire Daily boosted people's morale.
Although it was very different from the previous news, it still gave people a little hope.
"The Emperor's Son, Roboute Guilliman, has arrived in the Beta-Garmon system, only one warp away from the solar system. The High Lord has ordered the arrest of several editors-in-chief of the Imperial Daily, who are suspected of libel and insulting the Primarch."
"A new storm is brewing. According to internal sources, the Ministry of Justice will settle accounts with the recent actions that stigmatized the original body. Please wait and see."