Guillimanmae walked out of the throne room.
Everything in the throne room made him feel a sense of crisis.
Both humans and the Emperor have been driven into a dead end by Chaos.
The empire is only one step away from the abyss.
Once you take that step forward, there will be no turning back.
The emperor can no longer hold on, and the day she becomes a god will be the day she dies.
Just like those polluted humans.
There will be a situation where pollution in many subspaces occurs.
The true self will be rejected, and only the distorted self will remain.
The Emperor of 30k is an Emperor with her own self, and she did not lie about the fact that she is not a god.
She has those powers, but she is not a god, does not need to play by the rules of gods, and has a strong style of her own.
The current emperor has gone through ten thousand years of blood sacrifice and baptism of faith, so it is hard to say how much of his self is left.
Annihilate everything, leaving only the obsession of protecting humanity to become a chaos god.
At that time, it will truly be the end of mankind.
According to the nature of the Warp, an Emperor who has lost himself will definitely go to extremes after becoming a God.
In order to protect the concept of humanity, what kind of things the distorted emperor will do is absolutely unimaginable to the world.
This is also the reason why the emperor is unwilling to become a god.
She knew exactly what God was like.
The Eldar's insane pleasure and indulgence gave rise to Slaanesh.
What will become of human suffering and protection
We must find a way to stop this process. Only in this way can we save the Emperor from his inevitable tragic fate.
Becoming a god is a harm to the emperor and to mankind.
The Imperial Guard Valanor stood at the door, like a sculpture.
He suffered a lot of injuries in the battle with the demon.
The wounds were only treated briefly, but the pain still tormented him.
But Valanno didn't care at all. He stood at the gate with his perseverance.
Waiting for the conclusion of the historic meeting between the Primarch and the Emperor.
"My Lord." Seeing Guilliman step down from the Golden Throne, Valanor said respectfully, "No one has ever been able to converse with the Emperor for such a long time as you have."
Guilliman was stunned for a moment, and he only said a few words, which lasted no more than a few dozen minutes at most.
"How long have I been there?"
"Six hours later, you have been talking to the Emperor for six hours." said Marshal of the Custodes - Valanor.
"Six hours." Guilliman was stunned for a moment, then quickly covered up his gaffe.
He couldn't show his vulnerability to the world.
Otherwise, it would be fatal to those who followed him.
"Yes, sir, you have been here for six hours."
"I understand. Let's go. There are things waiting for us to deal with outside." Guilliman walked towards the door of the throne room.
Valanor followed closely behind him and helped him open the door to the throne room.
There were already crowds of people outside, with countless devout believers coming from all directions.
Their eyes were filled with fanaticism and excitement.
As the heavy door to the throne room slowly opened, they all became restless.
When they saw Guilliman stepping out, they all became excited, their faces flushed, and some people were shouting wildly, venting their unsettled emotions.
The Emperor's miracles appeared vividly before them.
Guilliman was like an ancient myth returned to earth.
"It really is him, the great Lord of Ultramar, the son of the Holy Emperor. She has not forgotten us. At the most critical moment for mankind, she sent her own son back."
A priest had tears in his eyes. He raised his dry hands and shouted devoutly.
"The Great Primarch."
"Savior."
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People were extremely excited and, led by the pastors, shouted various slogans.
Everybody was crying, even the children.
The wife cried in her husband's arms.
The child was crying while clinging to his mother.
Even the men no longer cared about their dignity and let the tears flow freely down their faces.
They experienced the Day of Blindness and the terrifying demonic invasion.
Everyone felt that hope was dead and Terra would fall in blood and fire.
When they will fall completely into the abyss.
He is here.
With hope and an army of all destruction, we will destroy all enemies with overwhelming force and bring punishment to all enemies of humanity.
The powerful demon was killed by him with one blow.
The traitorous Primarch who swept through the Grey Knights and Custodes was easily suppressed by him.
Nothing can be his opponent. He can destroy everything with ease.
The situation on the battlefield was easily reversed without any suspense.
Isn’t such a person a savior
Isn’t this the manifestation of the Emperor’s miracle
When Guilliman stepped out and appeared before the world.
The people in the front row knelt down in fear and trepidation, leading many others to kneel down in a large group.
These people are extremely pious and are expressing their feelings in the way they believe is most sincere.
"Rise up, people of the Empire." Guilliman stood on the dais in front of the throne room door. His voice was firm and powerful, and everyone could hear it clearly without any equipment.
Countless servo skulls and cherubim hovered around the Primarch, aiming their built-in video equipment at him.
All of Terra was watching the moment he emerged from the throne room.
People were waiting devoutly, waiting for an emperor's own son to bring them the emperor's revelation.
The Primarch's voice was broadcast live to the entire world through those devices.
"My mission in returning is to save you from the abyss of suffering and ignorance. My father has given me some hints. They are important enough to determine the future. But I'm sorry, it's not time to reveal them yet. The only thing I can tell you is that everything will be fine. The dark days of suffering and powerlessness are over. I promise you that the empire will wipe out all enemies."
The people listened to the Primarch's words and responded with the most excited voices.
Those who had humiliated the Primarch were filled with shame and wept and confessed their sins.
They were fooled by those damned bureaucrats into thinking the Primarch was a vile demon trying to usurp his father's place.
Now they realize how wrong they were.
The Primarch is the savior of mankind, the hope for the future, and the light of salvation for the Imperium.
"Beauty and reason will come again. I will complete the unfinished work of my father, drive out those monsters, dismiss those damn bureaucrats, and restore life and work on every planet." Guilliman said, "I'm sorry that I was absent for ten thousand years, but I promise that I will never be absent from the future. We will sweep away those damn enemies and rebuild an empire that can make everyone happy. All suffering will pass."
His words made the crowd roar with excitement.
But Guilliman didn't intend to continue speaking, he still had a lot of things to deal with.
The problem of demons and thugs has not been completely solved.
There is also the reckoning with the Terran bureaucracy.
And the reconstruction of ruins and the like.
Time doesn't allow him to waste time here.
He boarded the hovercraft protected by the Imperial Guards and personal guards.
People watched him leave, their eyes full of hope, and they were eager to hear him say more.
They are too scared and hope to be promised more.
Unfortunately, Guilliman is really too busy, and the burden of the entire empire falls on his shoulders.
People could only express their regrets and discuss in low voices what changes the return of the Primarch would bring.
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Guilliman stood on the hovercraft, thinking about his next plan.
The purpose of his trip was to seek the Emperor's approval and strengthen the legitimacy of his rule over the Empire.
Another thing is to seek the technology of the Webway and ways to revive other Primarchs.
I never expected that talking to the Emperor would be so tiring and extremely mentally draining. After just a few words, my brain felt like it was going to explode, and six hours had passed in a flash.
Before arriving on Terra, he had imagined many times the scene of meeting the Emperor.
But I didn't expect it to be such a scene.
Of course, he got enough information.
The Emperor's failure to take action meant that he recognized Guilliman's rule.
Regardless of whether the Emperor saw the time traveler's soul in Guilliman's body or not, the Emperor endorsed Guilliman's rule over the Empire.
His legitimacy to rule the empire would no longer be questioned.
Another important message is that it is difficult for the Emperor to maintain his humanity.
From the last words, it can be seen that the Emperor tried his best to convey some important information to him.
This is a very dangerous sign. The emperors of the past would casually pull people into their own little world.
Now even speaking is difficult.
Suppressing his chaotic thoughts, Guilliman no longer thought about the Emperor's condition.
Instead, he began to think about the two important pieces of information he had obtained.
Mordor and Mars.
The name Modo is very special.
Anyone who has carefully read the mythology of ancient Terra will know this name.
Modo is an evil god worshipped by many ethnic groups in East Asia, North Africa, and the Mediterranean region, including the ancient Canaanites, Hebrews, and the Levant.
The method of worshiping this god is very unique.
That is, believers sacrifice one of their own children in exchange for the protection of the gods.
Naturally, there is no such evil god in the human empire.
The name Modo is the name of a planet.
There is a portal on this planet that leads directly to the depths of the warp and reaches the realm of the gods.
The Emperor has used this portal to contact the Chaos Gods and even entered them.
It is worth mentioning that the warp engine can also help ships enter the warp.
Entering the warp using the warp engine is not the same as entering the warp using the portal on the planet Mordor.
The subspace is vast and boundless, and is divided into shallow and deep layers. In addition, it does not follow the laws of reality, so it is very chaotic.
Ordinary people simply cannot find the way into the realm of the gods.
Mordor's portal can directly enter the realm of the gods, which is an area that warp ships cannot reach.
Wanting to use the subspace engine to enter the realm of the gods is like someone getting a sailboat from the South China Sea and sailing towards the Pacific Ocean to reach America.
I’m afraid that before the sailboat arrives, it will be swallowed up by the countless dangers of the deep sea.
There are some rumors that the Emperor used the portal on the planet Mordor to enter the Warp and make a secret deal with the Chaos Gods.
The Emperor obtained the forbidden sorcery knowledge and special materials necessary to create the Primarchs from the Chaos Gods.
It is said that he usurped a portion of the power of the gods of the Warp.
After completing the transaction, the Emperor decisively and shamelessly chose to breach the contract and sealed the subspace portal on Moro.
Just in case, he also sent an immortal and a large army to guard the gate, which is the style of Lao Lai to the fullest.
For this reason, the Chaos Gods regard the Emperor as a trickster, a rogue, and their greatest enemy.
This led to the subsequent Horus Heresy.
Judging from the fact that the four gods fight among themselves whenever they have nothing to do.
The fight against the Emperor may be the most united the Warp has ever been in history.
Aside from the threat of destruction posed by the Emperor.
The Emperor's glorious deeds of cheating, robbing and plundering in the Warp in the past must have made the natives of the Warp angry.
In addition to the Emperor, Horus also visited the planet Mordor, where he received the blessings of the Four Gods.
But his blessings are very different from the Emperor's power.
One is the power gained through struggle, the other is the power gained through kneeling down. The two are simply incomparable.
After receiving the blessing, Horus's flagship, the Spirit of Vengeance, began to slowly become corrupted.
Horus was completely unaware of this and was complacent, thinking himself the new master of the galaxy.
The result was that he was controlled by the four gods and went to Terra to have a decisive battle with the Emperor.
Modo.
Guilliman repeated the name in his mind.
This is one of the revelations given by the Emperor.
The Primarchs are a mixture of the Warp and reality. If we want to recall and awaken them, we have to solve the problem from the source.
Mordor is the source of everything.
Only if he goes there once can he find the answer to the problem.
After thinking it over, Guilliman included the planet Mordor in his future plans, and then he thought about another revelation from the Emperor, which was the mysterious underground palace on Mars.
Guilliman guessed that what the Emperor wanted to tell him was the Noctis Labyrinth, where the Void Dragon was imprisoned.
The Void Dragon is a C'tan god who possesses knowledge of the infinite universe of reality.
Able to harness the raw energy of unrefined black stone.
Played an important role in the War in Heaven.
The Void Dragons imprisoned in the Noxteth Underground Palace are also believed to be the origin of the Mechanicus, a plan prepared by the Emperor during the Middle Ages of humanity.
The webway technology he needs might be found in the Noxte Underground Palace.
The Void Dragons once participated in the War in Heaven, and the Ancients were best at the Webway and the Warp.
The Void Dragon must have a deep understanding of the Ancient Saints' creations, otherwise it would be impossible to fight against them.
Guilliman suspected that the Emperor's technology was also obtained from the Void Dragons, or at least part of it was provided by the Void Dragons.
Maybe I can trick some technology out of this guy.
To survive in this universe, you have to be able to cheat, steal and rob. It's hard for good people to survive.
Mordor and Mars are both places you must visit.
Recalling the other Primarchs and building the Webway are both important matters.
It’s related to your next plan.
There is no room for error.
Guilliman reviewed his plan in his mind, wondering how to fill in the details or what to do to confuse the Warp so that the other party could not guess his true intentions.
The most important thing in war is information.
Fraud and anti-fraud are both compulsory courses for a ruler.
Only by deceiving yourself can you deceive the enemy.
Now Guilliman has some understanding of why the Emperor likes to be a Riddler.
It's good to have some plans that you know yourself.
Speaking out loud may win over some people, but it will also expose one's true colors, allowing the enemy to formulate more deadly plans.
When we returned to the Lion's Gate area, the battle was basically over.
The Inquisitors and the Machine Slaves were clearing the battlefield, burning the bodies of the lifeless, cleaning the ground, and restoring order.
Guilliman looked away for a few seconds and then looked away, letting the airship continue to move forward to see what was happening outside the Lion Gate.
The battle in the hive city has not yet ended. Those low-level demons are lurking in dark corners. Gunshots can be heard from time to time, echoing in the empty city buildings.
There were charred remains everywhere.
Soldiers are gradually clearing away the desecration marks and flags on the buildings.
The thugs used various means to leave their words on the building.
Calling on people to resist tyranny, overthrow the Corpse King, and pursue freedom.
Guilliman expressed some disdain for these slogans.
The promise of chaos is always beautiful, but the final ending is so cruel.
These cities were devastated and in ruins.
Many buildings were ravaged by war and were dotted with bullet holes.
The hot air was filled with a smell that sounded like a mixture of burning corpses, blood, and the unique stench of the evil spirits of the Warp.
There were unrecognizable bodies lying on the roadside.
If it belongs to humans, it would just be placed aside.
Those bodies that are severely distorted and mutated will be burned by flamethrowers into charred corpses and piled up randomly aside, waiting for further processing by the logistics department.
There are many personal belongings placed on the roadside, including various furniture, handbags, clothes, kitchen and bathroom supplies, all of which were recovered from the ruins.
The contaminated property has been incinerated, and these are the items that have been assessed and can continue to be used.
The sound of loudspeakers echoed in the streets and alleys.
Those sounds announced the arrival of Imperial troops.
Bring those survivors who are still sane out of hiding for treatment and evaluation.
Some citizens of the Empire have been contaminated by the Warp without even knowing it.
As Guilliman's airship flew over the street, he saw a disfigured woman kneeling on the ground crying.
Her face melted like burning wax.
This is a characteristic of humans being contaminated by the warp.
But the woman herself knew nothing about it. After hearing the propaganda of the imperial troops, she ran out from her hiding place, hoping to be rescued.
But the soldiers were frightened by her appearance.
They shouted "monster" and raised their guns to shoot the woman.
"Why shoot me?" the woman demanded, crying.
It was not until she saw herself in the broken mirror that she realized she had turned into a hideous monster.
She was torn apart by the gunfire while screaming.
It's a sad thing.
All suffered because of the Warp.
The confused and frightened people were placed together by the soldiers.
According to previous procedures, all living beings that came into contact with the Warp would be terminated or sterilized.
Now all the men and women in Terra have seen it.
If such a procedure were still carried out, the entire Terra would be empty and this sacred world would fall into deathly silence until a new group of people filled it.
Guilliman would naturally not choose that approach.
He has drawn his sword to Chaos and called on people to resist Chaos.
Sometimes, when we over-protect something, we neglect the adaptability of human beings.
Those who are poisoned by Chaos will always be poisoned, but those who have the courage to resist Chaos will become stronger.
Humanity has gone through many crises.
But humans have persevered.
Facing chaos is a very difficult thing, but it is also an unavoidable problem.
Many people need to know what they are fighting against, only in this way can they hold the weapons in their hands tightly.
Guilliman planned to use Terra as a test field to build his own warp firewall, and then expand it step by step, finally including the entire empire.
This is a huge project and he has to take his time to accomplish it.
The airship entered a camp where survivors lived.
They looked pale and malnourished, and their clothes were very shabby.
Mechanical slaves holding whips are urging them to build their own temporary homes.
"Go down and take a look." Guilliman looked at the driver beside him.
The other party nodded in fear and controlled the airship to slowly descend.
After the ship had landed steadily, Guilliman stepped out of the metal platform and onto the hard ground.
Those people looked at him coming, and came from all directions involuntarily, with fear and a hint of fanaticism in their eyes.
"Savior."
I don’t know who shouted first.
Others followed suit and shouted.
Many of them were already weak, but they still tried to shout along.
"Do not use that title," Guilliman said gently. "I should have done better, and saved you from this suffering. Sadly, I was unable to do so, and I am sorry."
Such words made the already excited believers burst into tears.
No one in a high position has ever spoken so gently, and no one has ever apologized to them.
Those officials will always be high and mighty.
"Don't cry, it will make me feel even more guilty. I came here to ask what I should do for you. I can't just listen to the reports of those officials, I need to know what you think."
The people looked at each other, and then a ragged man came out.
"Great Lord of the Limits, Honorable Regent of the Empire, the only one we are loyal to, thank you for listening. We need food. We are so hungry. Before the riots, food was already in short supply, and after the riots, there was no food to fill our stomachs."
After the man finished speaking, he looked at Guilliman with a somewhat terrified expression.
He knew his own identity, and he knew Guilliman's identity.
One is in the holy heaven, the other is in the filthy bottom.
The gap between the two is unimaginable.
The man was very nervous. He doubted whether the other party would really listen to him.
"This is a problem that I neglected to consider. With the arrival of the expedition fleet, the food has been transported to Terra's low-Earth orbit. The enemy's affairs made me forget this problem." Guilliman said with a hint of apology, making the man's face flush and almost unable to breathe.
Guilliman opened the communications and contacted those officers who were loyal to him.
"Arrange for people to distribute the food as soon as possible, so as not to let the survivors wait hungry."
"Roger that, Regent."
An officer's voice came over the comms.
Seeing that Guilliman would really solve the problem, the crowd suddenly became agitated.
A woman rushed out excitedly, before the Imperial Guards and the Glory Guards could react.
She had already knelt in front of Guilliman and reverently kissed his boots, which were bigger than her waist.
"I ask you to make a decision, sir, for those persecuted souls. We are deeply persecuted by the officials of the Ministry of Justice. They often detain people on false charges and demand bribes. My husband was forced to serve hard labor until he died because he could not pay their fines. I hope to get justice."
Two children aged five or six also squeezed through the crowd. They hugged their mother and looked at Guilliman with fear and anxiety in their eyes.
Guilliman knelt and helped the woman to her feet.
This action is actually quite difficult for a giant like him.
The woman's delicate shoulders felt as light as a feather, and Guilliman had to be careful enough to avoid hurting her.
"I will help you." Guilliman said, letting the woman stand. "That is what I am here for. Reason and fairness."
After saying this, Guilliman looked at the others, "The same goes for you. If you have grievances and needs in your heart, you can tell me. I will listen to you one by one."
Hearing this, another man also came out.
More people followed.
They hated Terra's bureaucracy and suffered greatly from it.
And today, with the help of the Primarch, they may be able to catch those corrupt guys in one fell swoop and make them pay for their past crimes.
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Standing in the charred ruins, an indescribable look of sadness appeared on Hast's face.
The once luxurious Imperial Chancellery has been destroyed, and the luxurious sculptures, famous paintings, and various symbols of wealth have been destroyed or looted.
Haast wandered among the ruins like a corpse without a soul.
Here he had been received by Tirian many times.
Each time, Tirian would shake a glass of red wine, taste fresh fruit sent from other agricultural worlds, and talk to him about the situation in Cadia and the help that could be provided to him.
Tyrion is not a good man.
In order to gain power, he would plot to frame his opponents or use all kinds of despicable means to suppress his political enemies.
He knows all the tricks those shameless politicians use, and he is even better.
But Hast knew that Tirian was absolutely a loyal servant of the Emperor.
He worked diligently among Terra's top elite circles, trying his best to restore humanity to its former glory.
After becoming the Prime Minister of the Empire, Tirian has been working hard for the affairs of Cadia, and has also proposed several times to lift the ban on the Holy Code and the Guards.
Hast found it ironic.
In the past, every time Tyrian proposed to lift the ban on the Codex and the Guards, the High Lords would refute him by saying that what the Imperial Grand Marshal Guilliman left behind could not be changed.
When Guilliman really returned, Tyrian, who had always wanted to break the rules set by Guilliman, became Guilliman's loyal supporter.
However, those high lords who used to call Guilliman the Grand Marshal of the Empire and said that Guilliman’s rules would never be wrong, changed their faces one by one and even planned the Beta-Garmon incident.
Hast stroked the charred remains of the ruins, feeling more and more sad.
If Tyrian were still alive, he would definitely be the Primarch's right-hand man, able to achieve great things in the new era to come.
But fate is so dramatic that an idealist fell on the eve of victory.
I have persisted for so long, I just need to hold on for a few more days.
In just these few days, it was the era that Tirian had long dreamed of.
A great era in which mankind returns to its glory days.
Immersed in sorrow, Hast sat in a charred ironwood chair in a daze.
He didn't care even if his uniform was stained with black stains.
He could imagine the fear Tyrian felt before he died.
Tyrian is a man who understands the big picture, but he is not a tough guy either. Any soldier can beat him up.
Facing those crazy thugs, the obese Tirian would probably be scared to death.
Thinking of this, Hast became even sadder.
Without Tirrion, the Beta-Garmon system would have taken a completely different course.
Tyrian single-handedly protected the Empire from being torn apart by civil war, saving countless lives.
But he died at the hands of the thugs, isolated and helpless, tortured to death, and even his body could not be found.
"Sir, there is an entrance here, and there seems to be someone inside."
The voice of a Cadian soldier rang out.
Hearing this, Haast jumped up with a somersault.
A glimmer of hope suddenly emerged in my heart.
Maybe Tyrion wasn't dead, just his servants were.
How could a coward like the Imperial Chancellor die? He must have gone into hiding.
Hast walked quickly toward the entrance that the soldiers had discovered.
It was a very secret cave.
It is cleverly designed and contains a small life-support system that can operate continuously for up to a year.
But the person found inside disappointed Hast.
Hastert did not see the miracle, nor did he see the fat prime minister with a big belly stretching out his hand to him and giving him a bureaucratic greeting.
There was only an old man inside who was dazed and about to go crazy.
He was wearing slave's clothes and looked to be in a very bad mental state.
Curled up in the corner, repeating a few mumbling words.
Murder, you must remember, remember, Yin Ertu, remember.
Disappointed Hast stood beside the old man, and when he listened to these words, his eyes began to become solemn.
He crouched down in front of the old servant.
After days of riots, the old man's mental state was on the verge of collapse.
Hast reached out and pushed aside the old man's dirty hair that was scattered and covering his face, causing the other party to scream in fear.
It looked like he was terrified to the extreme.
He was frightened by the horrible whispers and the shadows that loomed everywhere.
Even though the old man was struggling, Hast still saw his appearance clearly.
The old man is a loyal servant of Tyrian, and his entire family has served Tyrian for several generations.
"What did you say?" Hast sensed something wrong from the other party's mumbling.
"Murder, Yin Ertu, murder, Yin Ertu." the old man shouted.
"What do you think happened to Yin Ertu?" Hast asked.
"Murder, murder, blood, poison, murder." The old man screamed in horror. His sanity had collapsed and only these scattered words were firmly remembered in his mind.
"You said that Tirian was poisoned by Yinertu?" Hast's heart was in turmoil. If such words were to spread, he would be in big trouble.
Whether it is true or false, it will cause a huge wave or even a storm in Terra.
"Murder," the old man cried.
His consciousness briefly recovered a little.
Spoken a complete sentence to Hast.
"The master was murdered."
Haast stood up.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.
murder.
Could it be that Tyrion was not murdered by a mob, but by someone else
The identity of the Prime Minister of the Empire is extremely special, and he is one of the few top powerful figures in Terra.
Such a character was killed in his own home when his mansion was broken into by mobs.
This is undoubtedly an extremely incredible thing.
Hast stood up, realizing that the truth must be horrifying and might involve the High Lord.
After the Beta-Garmon incident, the rule of the High Lords Council has basically come to an end.
There was no way the Primarch would leave them behind.
But Beta-Galmon is involved in many matters, including almost all the powerful people in Terra.
These Terran nobles have close ties with other regions of the Empire and are even the spokesmen for families in those regions.
Any noble who can gain a foothold in Terra has his own base, which is the galaxy or star region run by his family.
Any attack on Terra would undoubtedly involve the entire empire.
Abolishing the High Lords' Council means abolishing the House of Representatives and the Outer House under it, and the entire empire will usher in a huge change.
This reform may take at least ten years, or even twenty to thirty years, before we can see initial results.
However, once Ryan's death is exposed, the High Lords' Council will probably be dissolved ahead of schedule, and Terra's bureaucracy will be purged under the angry public opinion.
Those planets that have not accepted the Primarch's reform ideas and are still ruled by the nobles will also usher in a major political earthquake.
This is no joke.
When the empire was in crisis, the high lords and many dignitaries were still thinking about maintaining their own power and ignored the plight of mankind.
The civil war that never broke out in the Beta-Garmon system has already made many people dissatisfied.
Once the murder of Tirian by the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Yin Ertu, is exposed, even the dumbest people will no longer think of supporting the current bureaucracy.
"Protect him well." Hastur looked at the guards beside him and said, "Tell the troops outside to send a Chimera troop carrier over. Don't let anyone communicate with him. I'll go now. Ask to see the Primarch and find two trustworthy doctors for him."
The guard was stunned for a moment, "Is it that serious, sir?"
"The storm is coming." Hast said solemnly, "He will be the source of the storm."
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Obedience, loyalty, order.
These titles are carved on every wall and every pillar.
The servoskulls and drones were also repeating similar slogans.
Kundas stood in the line, extremely tired.
This is a rescue point, responsible for pulling those unfortunate people who have not yet fallen or died back from the brink of hell.
Everywhere there were the shouts of soldiers as they dragged out the bodies of the thugs and threw them in a heap.
Hundreds of men and women were conscripted as laborers, cleaning up the blood and broken limbs with crude tools.
"Please, I am loyal to the Emperor." A man cried and begged the inspector.
"The mark of Chaos was found on your body. This is a shameful betrayal." The inspector pushed him away.
The man knelt on the ground in despair, hoping to survive.
But the soldiers who maintained order had no sympathy or mercy.
Two soldiers came out, dragged the man aside and made him kneel on the ground.
Accompanied by the crackling sound of laser guns.
The man fell to the ground.
A burning smell came.
The bodies were lifted up by the laborers and thrown into the pile of corpses where the rioters were.
"Continue checking and maintaining order." A soldier pushed the curious people back to their own lines.
"Take off all clothing and submit to inspection and washing."
A man in charge of inspection said.
Kunbis took off the stained clothes, placed them in the designated place, and continued to queue naked.
The inspectors have no mercy at all. They will use the instrument to test everyone who passes and then give them a new pair.
This approach is intended to avoid the contamination of chaos.
The man just now is an example of contamination.
Everyone found contaminated will be executed without mercy.
The naked Kunbis walked wearily to the designated location, and a machine slave pointed a pipe of mixed disinfectant at him.
The cold disinfectant washed over Kunbis' body, washing away the filth on him.
Kunbis began to tremble involuntarily.
It's too cold.
After rinsing, dripping with water all over, he walked up to the inspector and stretched out his arms for inspection.
"Come over to the machine," the inspector said.
Kunbis looked at the muzzle of the soldier's gun next to him, which was flashing with electric arcs, and walked up nervously according to the other party's order.
If the light turned red, the soldiers would drag him away directly.
There will be one more unlucky person added to the pile of corpses.
Fortunately, it didn't.
The indicator light turned green.
"Congratulations, my friend, all the suffering is over." The inspector smiled at him.
I hope so, thought Kumbis.
He smiled back at the inspector and followed the team into the purification area that had been cleaned several times to ensure that there were no thugs or demons.
He was given a set of clean clothes and put into a new, existing line.
Everyone has a job, including Quincy.
After waiting in line for three hours and nearly fainting from hunger, it was finally Kunbis' turn.
"Name, citizen number?" the clerk asked without even looking up.
Kunbis told the other party his number and name, and the other party lowered his head to input them and look up the relevant information.
"Level 3 workers, you originally lived in the C-451 residential area. That area has been destroyed. You will go to the new residential area. Here are the credit vouchers and food coupons for you. You will be assigned to work in a team, and your original welfare benefits will be restored after the relevant departments rebuild it."
The clerk looked up and handed Kunbis a document. There was a smell of ink on it, and the golden double-headed eagle was particularly eye-catching.
Kunbis took it and walked away.
Public vehicles leave this place all the time.
Following the instructions on the document, Kunbis took the designated public bus to his assigned new residential area.
Public vehicles broadcast news from the Empire Daily.
The handsome host has disappeared.
That guy often passionately advocated the Primarch threat theory, describing the Primarch as a world-destroying devil and a despicable usurper of his father's position.
The guy was replaced by a host who looked more mature.
"The Supreme Imperial Regent arrived at Holy Terra yesterday. The people of Terra welcomed him with open arms. Officials at all levels said that the Imperial Regent is the most suitable leader to lead humanity. They will unite closely around the Primarch to create new glory for the Empire and realize the great rise of humanity."
Kunbis sneered at this, stopped paying attention to the false and empty news, and turned to look at the window of the public vehicle.
The wide streets are lined with tents, which are people's temporary residences. Many houses have been damaged and must be repaired before they can be occupied.
As a result, the refugees can only live on the streets and work until everything returns to normal.