Kunbis watched everything outside the window as those who had passed the inspection formed labor teams and worked hard to rebuild their homes.
When the car carrying the Kunbis passed by, they had smiles on their faces, and officials in Ultramar uniforms were distributing food to them and were even willing to communicate with them.
This is a very rare thing.
A glimmer of hope emerged in Kunbis' heart. Perhaps the arrival of the Imperial Regent really brought some good changes.
Some changes that can bring some bright colors to your miserable life.
Kunbis looked up, fantasizing that perhaps he could leave this hive in the future and visit other worlds in the empire.
His ancestors and his father were all trapped in this hive.
I have never seen the scenery outside, let alone been to other worlds.
I haven't even been to the nearest moon.
For generations, they didn't even know what the outside of the hive looked like.
If nothing unexpected happens, his descendants will have the same fate.
Quinbis is somewhat desperate about such a life. Perhaps the arrival of the Primarch can change something.
A large number of public vehicles transported the examined survivors to various locations.
The living quarters of the Kunbis were allocated on seven floors.
It is divided according to the upper, middle and lower parts of the nest city buildings.
The seventh floor is the bottom floor within the bottom floor.
The hive city of Terra is a sprawling, multi-layered place.
The nobles lived on the upper floors, the merchants and stewards with some money lived in the middle floors, and the workers who had nothing lived on the lower floors.
At the bottom of the hive there are many fringe groups that are unwilling to obey the orders of the Empire.
The bureaucracy also turned a deaf ear to this.
After all, it is not worth it to spend so much manpower and material resources to deal with those things under the hive.
It would be better to leave it to the gangs to manage, and just pay a certain fee on time.
Kunbis felt a little uncomfortable about this, but he knew he was powerless to resist.
The authority of the empire is above all else, and the people have no choice but to obey.
Even if the empire's orders are full of injustice, we have to grit our teeth and endure it.
Any form of resistance will be regarded as betrayal of the Empire and will lead to strangulation by the Ministry of Justice.
Two hours later.
"Come on down, scum."
As the public vehicle stopped, a man in a Terra Law Department uniform shouted outside the door.
He was holding a crackling electric baton in his hand and his tone was extremely bad.
The public vehicle dropped off all the passengers and then left.
Kunbis looked around and thought this should be a factory residential area.
The air was extremely foul, mixed with the stench of something burning.
"Get in line, get your tools and start today's work. Don't waste any time."
The man from the Legal Department frowned and spoke in a bad tone.
"Shouldn't we have a meal? When we came here, they said that we could have meals at our labor team." Kunbis raised his hand and asked in confusion.
Along the way, he saw many labor teams eating and resting first.
Why do I have to start working right away when it's my turn
Hearing this, the man from the Legal Department frowned.
It seemed that Kunbis' words had seriously challenged his authority.
He walked over and raised the electric baton in his hand.
"You're the only one who talks too much, aren't you? Are you a traitor? Why do you talk so much?"
"Sir, I'm just hungry." Kunbis was a little afraid of the other party's identity and the electric baton in his hand, so he said submissively.
The man kicked Kunbisi, causing him to fall to the ground.
"No one else is talking except you. Be honest, or I'll kill you. Finish the work here as soon as possible so that I can go back to have fun, otherwise you will all starve to death here."
These words were very vicious, and the man did not try to hide them at all.
For a man like him, there is no need to show any mercy to these idiots.
He was born to enslave these fools.
His ancestors worked in the Legal Department, his father worked in the Legal Department, and now he also works in the Legal Department.
If nothing unexpected happens, his children and grandchildren will work in the Ministry of Law.
Every person here will be trampled under the feet of his family for generations to come.
Those stupid colleagues in the expeditionary fleet still talk about being fair and being gentle to these people.
Are these people worthy
These people are destined to work hard all their lives.
I used to stand on their heads and show off my power. From now on, my son will stand on their sons and show off his power.
These rubbish dare to resist
Kill them if they dare to resist, shoot them with laser guns.
Hearing the man's vicious and overbearing words, everyone showed a trace of despair on their faces.
But when they saw the uniforms on the other party, they chose to endure.
Any resistance will not have good results.
"We just want to eat something." A child whispered, "We are tired all day and really hungry."
The man in the Terran Law Department uniform stood up, looked around, and saw the child who was speaking.
It was a girl, about eleven or twelve years old, skinny and obviously malnourished.
The man walked up to her and slapped her hard in the face.
He looked so brave, as if he were the god of war. Even the devil would tremble in fear when he saw him.
The clear sound resounded in everyone's ears.
The girl's face suddenly became red and swollen, and she fell to the ground with blood coming out of the corners of her mouth.
The man showed no mercy and slapped the little girl with all his strength.
The poor little guy was beaten so hard that he was dizzy and his ears were buzzing.
"What qualifications do you have to bargain? The fact that you are still alive is a gift from the Emperor. Why don't you work hard? Instead of talking nonsense, I will call the troops to treat you all as cultists. You are a bunch of rubbish and you are not qualified to bargain. The Emperor, hurry up and work, otherwise you will all be treated as traitors."
The man withdrew his slap and looked at those people ferociously, with mockery and malice in his eyes.
To be honest, he felt ashamed to beat these people.
You are so shameless. Can't you just be a good boy
I have to force myself to do it.
No one dared to meet the man's gaze, fearing that they would be the next person to be beaten.
This small official from the Ministry of Justice was already an unshakable mountain to them.
You have to know that behind the other party is the entire empire, countless star armies and imperial angels, as well as those divine machines that can release destructive power.
There will be no benefit in confronting the other party, it will only bring endless trouble and fatal disaster to yourself.
Once someone is declared a traitor, the empire will send many powerful troops to hunt him down until there is no way out.
Quinbis stopped talking, took a pickaxe and started working.
The same was true for others. Under the man's threatening gaze, they could only choose to endure it silently.
Suffering never ends.
What is the difference between the devil and those bureaucrats who think they are superior
One is hell, the other is also hell.
Quinbis looked up at the hanging portrait of the Imperial Regent with an ugly, sarcastic expression, and then continued to work with the pickaxe in his hand.
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Terra, in the spacious hall of the Imperial Senate.
Guilliman paced back and forth, quickly digesting the information he had obtained from the mouths of those lower-level people.
Depravity, corruption, greed, human language cannot describe the evils of Terra's bureaucracy.
Those low-level officials were no longer his father's loyal servants, but blood-sucking worms and vultures that devoured carrion.
They inflicted countless sufferings on the people of the empire, making them overwhelmed and as if they were living in hell.
“We have been going down the wrong path.”
Guilliman looked at the Grand Marshal of the Custodes, Valanor, and said.
"They are too cowardly and cannot bear these sufferings," said Valano, who had just completed treatment.
"No, you are wrong, Marshal. We exist to protect them, not to oppress them. We cannot turn the place we are guarding into hell in order to fight against another hell." Guilliman said, "Your master, my father once said this. We brought them reason and science, allowing them to live happily under the protection of the Empire, and now everything is messed up."
When talking about the people he served, Valanor no longer spoke in rebuttal.
He lived in an age when the emperor had stopped speaking.
The Wanfu Group remains loyal.
But they can no longer receive enlightenment from the Emperor like their first generation predecessors.
Very few humans can live for 10,000 years.
Even the imperial guards couldn't live that long.
They live longer than ordinary people, and some of them can even live for thousands of years.
But the Wanfu Corps has a very clear rule, which is to only accept the service of those imperial guards who are in the peak of their physical condition.
Once the physical functions of the imperial guards decline, they will be directly retired and do other work.
The Wanfu Group will choose the next successor to fill the vacancy.
The selection of the imperial guards was very strict.
They began to undergo biochemical transformation before they had any knowledge of this world.
Each of the Imperial Guards will receive countless enhancements to ensure that they are the best in every aspect.
When the right opportunity comes, they will replace their predecessors and continue to fulfill their duty of protecting the Emperor.
Those retired imperial guards would take off their golden armor and be active throughout the empire.
Deep in the underground palace of the Imperial Palace and throughout the Milky Way.
They are still carrying out some unknown secret missions.
They also didn't know the true purpose of those missions, they only knew that it was the final arrangement for the Emperor to sit on the Golden Throne.
Valanor did not live in an era when the Emperor still walked the earth, and he could only learn about many of the Emperor's teachings from the notes and diaries left by his predecessors.
As the Primarch, Guilliman fought alongside the Emperor.
He said it was the Emperor who said that, and Valano really couldn't find any excuse to refute it.
You can't ask the emperor!
Valanno could only acquiesce and dared not refute what his lord had said.
"So what do you plan to do? The empire is in a state of disrepair and needs a large number of talents. If we rebuild a system, the turmoil and consequences it will cause will be unbearable for us." Valano said, "We can move forward slowly, slowly using the talents we have to replace those who are unwilling to obey, and slowly transition."
"That would be too slow. Humans don't have that much time. We must bear the consequences. There is no construction without destruction." Guilliman was very determined. "The rectification of Terra's bureaucracy will be put on the agenda soon. I don't want the Custodians to become an obstacle to me."
Guilliman paced back and forth. "I will start with the High Lords. Even if the Empire will be severely damaged, it will be able to recover and regain strength to fight our great enemy."
"We only serve her," Valano said, "and the Terra nobles are very involved, and have connections with all the star regions of the empire."
The Council of High Lords has led the human empire for ten thousand years. Valanor feels that this system only needs to be improved and there is no need to abolish it completely.
If Guilliman's plan goes wrong, the consequences will be unimaginable and will cause severe turmoil.
"My will is her will. Did you gain an audience with her? No, I did not. Only I gained an audience with her and was able to communicate with her," said Guilliman.
Valano wanted to say something else.
At this time, a Glory Guard came in and knelt in front of Guilliman.
"Sir, a Cardian general wants to see you. He said there is new evidence regarding the Imperial Chancellor. It shows that the Imperial Chancellor was not killed by a mob, but died at the hands of the Empire's own people."
Guilliman was stunned, and so was Valanor.
Assassinating high-ranking leaders of the Empire, such things only happened during the Beast War and the Age of Apostasy.
During the Beast War, Vangerich murdered the other High Lords and seized power in the Empire, creating a dictatorship.
He was eventually killed by the returning Imperial Commander Theon.
The second is the Age of Apostasy, also known as the Bloody Age, during which Pope Vandiel controlled the state religion and the Ministry of the Interior, and used assassinations to gain dictatorial status, which was eventually ended by the Black Templar.
There are clear records of assassinations of high-ranking officials in the empire during these two eras.
After this, the empire began to take strict precautions against such incidents.
Strict protection measures are taken for those imperial personnel in high positions.
At the same time, important units such as the Assassin's Court and the Inquisition have issued warnings several times, prohibiting assassination games between high-level officials.
Once discovered, they will be treated as traitors to the emperor and attempting to become dictators.
Assassinate the Imperial Chancellor.
Such crimes have already touched the bottom line.
"Let him in," said Guilliman.
Valanor remained silent, if the news brought by the Cadian general was true.
Then Terra will face a storm of reform, and no one will be able to escape it.
The original body will definitely be cleaned, from top to bottom, without exception.
The Glory Guard stood up and walked out.
After a while, a man came in, wearing the uniform of Cardia. His resolute face, full of the vicissitudes of life, showed anxiety and uneasiness.
The person who came was Hast.
The Primarch's personal guards told him that the Primarch was willing to meet him.
But time is running out, so he has to be brief and get to the point.
"Haster? Aren't you the one who said that Tirian was not killed by thugs?" Guilliman saw the Cadian general, searched his memory, and got all the information about him.
Hastur surrendered to the expeditionary fleet on the planet Beta-Garmon 5.
This guy also placed a large number of generals under house arrest, paralyzed the empire's chain of command, and allowed the expedition fleet to achieve victory without firing a single shot.
Guilliman has a good memory. Even though he has a lot of work to do, he is still able to remember some of the more outstanding generals.
"Yes, sir." Hast was a little frightened. He knew what kind of storm his words would cause.
But for Tyrian and his good friend, he decided to risk it all.
Justice must be sought for Tyrion.
"This is the memory information extracted from the mind of an old servant of the Imperial Prime Minister, Tirian's Mansion, my lord."
Hast handed over a memory device, which contained the old man's memories read out using the reader.
Guilliman took the memory device and looked at it, then placed it into the holographic player in the hall.
The images that were played made Valanno no longer support the Council of High Lords.
Valanor had only one thought in his mind, that the high lords were crazy.
In the video, Yin Ertu, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, led his assassins to massacre every life in the Prime Minister's Office.
He also personally injected neurotoxin into the Prime Minister of the Empire, Tirian, destroyed all the video equipment, and then left.
All this was seen by an old servant who narrowly escaped death.
If it weren't for this variable, no one would have thought that there was such a huge secret hidden behind Tirian's death.
This plan is so perfect.
Everything was used very cleverly.
After killing people, those guys dispersed the defense forces in the name of military mobilization.
Secretly helping those crazy thugs to attack the Prime Minister's Office and destroy all evidence of their actions.
Let everything die without any evidence.
Guilliman was silent for a moment, then looked at Hast. "Who else has seen this?"
"Only the Tech-Priest who reads it and I have seen it, Regent," said Hast.
"Then we have to prepare a gift for those guys. I will sign a letter of authorization for you. You go to investigate the troop movements during that period and find out how many high lords were involved in this matter. Yin Ertu can't do it alone. He doesn't dare, and he doesn't have the power to mobilize those troops who love Tirian to leave."
"There must be other people involved, maybe even someone from the military. Only they can bypass the chancellor and mobilize the troops."
Guilliman said as he took out his seal, signed his name on a document of command, and then stamped it with the biological seal.
Hast smiled and left with the documents to investigate the conspiracy behind Tirian's death.
He secretly vowed to get to the bottom of anything that was involved in Tirian's death.
Guilliman watched the Cadian general leave, then set his sights on the Grand Marshal of the Custodes, Valanor.
"You can see that the High Lords' Council system is corrupt. It must be changed and reshaped, otherwise we will all suffer from its poison."
Valanor remained silent.
Guilliman continued, "Some old rules have reached the point where they need to be changed. The Custodians should not hide behind high walls and ignore the Empire. That will only bring countless disasters. This time the Blood God's attack is a warning. If you cannot keep the disaster out of the solar system, then you will not be able to defend the high walls of the palace."
"This is just an accident. It has only happened once in ten thousand years. It is not the norm." Valano tried to make some excuses for the Ten Thousand.
But Guilliman interrupted him again, "War is never normal. This time, we stopped them, but what about next time? Who knows if there will be another accident? We need to attack. The best defense of this world is offense. We must be prepared to go to war with the warp."
"Of course, you will think that I am wishful thinking. You think that your master has not been able to confront the Warp head-on. How can a Primarch be qualified to say such things? But I am sorry, I am qualified. Before officially confronting the Warp, I have to organize the human empire so that I can strike hard at the Warp. In order to achieve this goal, the Custodians must obey me."
"We only obey her." Valanor was somewhat dissatisfied with Guilliman's words that they must obey.
After the Horus Heresy ten thousand years ago, the Custodes no longer trusted any Space Marines.
Any contact will be kept at a safe distance to ensure that you have enough reaction time to kill the opponent.
Now, a Primarch was demanding that the Ten Thousand obey his orders. This was ridiculous.
"My words are her words, Valano. You were born for a better vision, but unfortunately that future has not been realized, so now you have to do something else." Guilliman said, "You have to send someone to Pluto, protect a few people and capture a few assassins, maybe we will have an unexpected surprise."
Valanor looked at the Primarch, and from the other's eyes, he knew that he had no choice but to obey.
"I understand." He nodded, stood up, and walked out.
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A place of chaos and disorder, without past or future.
There is only endless war here.
The crimson mist exuded a pungent smell of blood, roaring across the battlefield that stretched all the way to the horizon.
Occasionally, there are mountains rising up on the red plains. They are steep and rugged. When you get closer, you can see that they are all made of melted sharp knives and axes, filled with the cold breath of killing and war.
The vast plain was littered with broken bones, armor and blades.
The blood gathered into small rivers and flowed into the huge lake.
Everything here is related to war.
Even those rare animals and plants were filled with anger and murderous intent to destroy everything.
This is the realm of the Blood God Khorne.
The Blood God's realm is also very different from the realms of other Chaos Gods.
In its territory, there is only fighting, only battles, and only bloodshed.
The Blood God worships only violence, and his immortal mind has room only for war, anger, and killing.
Its territory fully reveals its heart and character.
An endless scorched earth plain dyed red with blood, only blood, only war.
Everywhere, unprecedented huge wars are taking place.
In this eternal conflict, sometimes the Blood God's servants come face to face with one another, fighting to the death to please their masters.
Sometimes it is an invasion by the servants of a hostile Chaos God, and the Blood God's servants rise up in resistance.
The Blood God Khorne does not care what the cause is as long as it brings war and bloodshed.
It just wants to be able to fight to its heart's content.
The blood-red plain was littered with bones.
In some places, they are even piled up like mountains.
On the scarlet plain, there are huge, naturally formed pits scattered all over the place.
Every once in a while, the sound of a booming horn would be heard.
Streaks of blood appeared, and warriors driven by anger and killing reappeared here.
There was no communication, the only thing they did was raise their weapons and fight each other under the scarlet sky.
There will only be one surviving warrior in each pit.
That warrior will be blessed and regain the form to move.
The Blood God is a very fair god who loves blood and fighting.
There are no inside information, no privileges, everything depends on strength.
As long as there is a fierce and exciting battle, it will pay attention and bless the victorious side.
It never cared who was bleeding.
Be it an enemy or a slave, it is all the same to it.
It despises the weak and those who seek pleasure, and is even more disdainful of those who only know how to play tricks.
The Arena is where demons and believers who were defeated and killed in the real universe are reborn.
They must fight in the arena until they come in first place.
Only then can you be reborn again.
Otherwise, you will have to fight in the arena forever.
In a deep crimson pit, Angron roared.
His double axes were burning, and raging black flames wrapped around him, making him look like a world-destroying demon god. His undying fighting spirit frightened his opponents.
At his feet were piles of corpses. Those were the enemies he had killed. He tore them apart with the most brutal means and used them as stepping stones for his reappearance in the world.
When the last bloodthirsty monster fell, Angron used its corpse to climb to the edge of the pit, gained a new body, and reappeared in the world.
Looking around the scarlet plateau, Angron immediately saw the towering, majestic brass fortress.
The Brass Citadel lies at the heart of Khorne's bloody realm.
At the highest point of the fortress is the brass throne of the Blood God Khorne.
It sits atop, overlooking the battles in the arena and bestowing blessings on those warriors who please it.
The fortress is so huge that it is unimaginable for mortal life. It stretches endlessly, and the stars are just tiny embellishments of it.
The existence of the fortress is also the best proof of the power of the God of War.
It is invincible.
The fortress's mighty ramparts were stained with blood, and the spikes of its tower's domes pierced the blood-red clouds that spewed from the forges of Khorne.
Outside the city walls, blazing braziers under iron hooks illuminated the surrounding scarlet plains.
The walls of the fortress were like blades, with countless steel scaffolds and brutal steel nails attached to them.
Hanging on these horrible things are the cowardly warriors who lost the battle in the Pit of Fear and dared not continue fighting.
They were tied up and skinned alive, and their blood flowed down the horrific and twisted walls, forming the moat of the Brass Fortress.
It’s even more terrifying inside the city walls.
When the Blood Legion is not wreaking havoc in the Skull Land or the real universe, the Brass Fortress is the best place for them to pour out their endless wrath.
In the realm of the Blood God, there are no unspoken rules, no favors, and no past achievements.
Even the Great Demon of Khorne needs to fight constantly to maintain his position and receive the blessing of the Blood God.
No matter what their status, no servant of Khorne can receive a blessing for free.
They had to earn their place through fighting and bloodshed.
At the center of the fortress is a mountain made of skulls.
This was a sacrifice offered by the followers of Khorne.
With every kill by the Blood Legion, the giant mountain of skulls slowly rises.
At the top of Skull Mountain is the brass throne that belongs to Khorne.
It sat there, watching every fight in the blood-red wilderness, watching the fighting in the brass fortress, and watching every fight in the real universe.
Selecting those individuals who deserve attention and guiding them onto the path of blood.
It saw Angron climbing out of the gladiatorial pit, a place that had never held him.
Every time he was killed in the real universe, he could quickly revive with the help of the deep pit.
In the past, he would have set out for the Brass Fortress to vent his eternal rage.
But this time, he didn't.
The Blood God stared at him, wanting to see what his beloved was going to do.
Angron could feel the Blood God's gaze, but he didn't care. He just kept roaring, venting his endless anger.
"You are but a coward, Angron. You only dare to swing your axe at the common people. You can only bully them. You don't even have the courage to defy the Emperor, the Blood God. You are only impotent and furious, Angron. Lorgar fooled you and used your fellow gladiators as slaves, but you dared not say anything, dared not do anything."
Guilliman's voice seemed to have magic, constantly echoing in his mind, again and again, almost torturing him to madness.
Angron looked toward the brass throne, filled with rage, but he turned and walked away.
Facing the invincible Blood God, Angron felt that perhaps he should first settle accounts with others who had betrayed him.
"Lorgar."
Angron let out an angry growl and headed to the other side of the Chaos Realm.
Lorgar had deceived him.
Becoming a slave to the Blood God and losing all sanity was a fate Angron could endure.
But he would never allow the gladiator souls of Nuceria to become slaves.
They died with free will.
Then they should be free.
He would never allow anyone to desecrate this.
This is the most sacred thing in his heart and the thing he wants to protect the most.
Angron felt endless anger rising in his heart, and he wanted to find Lorgar.
If the other party really enslaved the gladiator souls of Nuceria, Angron would let him know what the nobles of Nuceria felt before they died.
He'd tear that bastard apart piece by piece.
Use your eternal life to keep finding the opponent, chop him down again and again, and then tear his body apart bit by bit.
Until the other party collapses and is no longer willing to revive.
The Blood God's omnipresent gaze watched Angron's departure.
The Eye of Khorne saw everything that happened simultaneously, and it showed no sign of reaction to Angron's departure.
The blood of another demon primarch is also worth looking forward to.
Let it bleed.
No matter whose it is.
The winner will be blessed.
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Yin Ertu, chief of the High Lords' Council and director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, sat at the head seat of a long table, wearing a luxurious handmade robe.
He summoned the Pope, the head of the Ministry of Justice, and several other important high lords to his private residence to discuss future political changes.
It was a very luxurious mansion with gardens, fountains, sculptures, and various entertainment facilities.
The area is also very large.
The garden alone covers dozens of acres and is planted with precious flowers from all over the galaxy.
Luxurious manors are symbols of status and wealth.
An ordinary person cannot even afford a handful of soil for a mansion garden in his entire lifetime.
You have to know that all this soil is transported from the native habitats of those flowers.
There are so many people in Terra who have never even left Terra in their entire lives. How can they imagine how much it costs to transport this soil to Terra, and how much energy is needed to convince the prosecutors along the way to let it go.
Yin Ertu is supported by a top family.
Before he became High Lord, his family already controlled hundreds of star systems and had political tentacles extending into several sectors.
It was precisely because of his huge family power that he was able to ascend to the position of high lord.
Yin Ertu has no qualms about showing off his family's wealth.
The empire's elite should have enjoyed more.
Get more than those stupid and good-for-nothing bottoms.
In this world, people's fate is predetermined.
The children of workers are destined to work.
The children of slaves were destined to become slaves.
For someone like him, who comes from a superior family and has inherited the throne from generation to generation, it is natural that he should rule the empire.
Only with such rules can the empire prosper and flourish.
Yin Ertu is quite proud of his achievements since he took the position of Director General of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
The empire prospered, and the imperial army swept across the four directions and pacified many foreign races.
The people of the empire lived and worked in peace and contentment, and everyone was praising the emperor.
Isn’t this called a prosperous age
Think about ten thousand years ago, when humans had no empire, during that evil long night, when people couldn’t even get enough food to eat. That was truly tragic.
Look at the people of the empire now, they are so happy.
Although they have to work more than ten hours a day, all year round, they can already have enough food to eat, and the empire will also give them housing. Isn't this something they should be grateful for?
If the Cadia Fortress had not fallen, Yin Ertu felt that he would have been able to give a satisfactory answer and make his career as a high lord perfect.
As for some troublemakers who were ungrateful and did not know how to serve the emperor well, Yin Ertu chose to ignore those people.
Complaining about the low credits earned from labor?
Complaining that you have never been able to leave Terra and visit other worlds in your life?
Complaining that my life is like that of a puppet!
Listen, is this human language?
Under the shining glory of the Emperor, it is a disgrace to the Empire to say such ungrateful words.
He doesn't have the virtue of hard work and willingness to work hard.
If you only think about enjoying yourself every day, you are not a qualified citizen of the empire.
The Inquisition should arrest all those who maliciously refuse to accept low wages, maliciously refuse to accept overtime, and maliciously refuse to accept elite rule, sentence them to treason against the empire, and execute them all.
To serve as a warning to others.
The location for the secret meeting was chosen to be an ancient sanctuary in the mansion, which housed the holy relics of the state religion.
A huge wooden table is placed here.
Some of the most powerful people in the empire sat here.
For ten thousand years the Empire was ruled by a single body of twelve men and women.
Throughout the ages, the High Lords of Terra have been responsible for making all major decisions for the Imperium.
The world always curses the incompetence and inefficiency of the High Lords' Council.
But it cannot be denied that the High Lords Council has also guided humanity through many trials and challenges.
In the past, there was no more powerful force in Terra's political affairs than the Council of High Lords.
Sadly, things are no longer the same now.
Guilliman returned and once again became Regent of the Empire, taking away all power from the High Lords.
"We have to find a way to retreat as safely as possible." Yin Ertu whispered, "If possible, we should support our conservatives as much as possible, or those who can be influenced by us to take up seats in the High Lords' Council."
After the incident in the Beta-Garmon system, Yin Ertu and others knew very well that their political careers were dead.
Once the Primarch was done with the daemon invasion, he would take action against them.
What they have to do now is to find a way to preserve their last bit of dignity so that they can spend their old age in peace.
They generally do not believe that Guilliman will simply abolish the High Lords Council.
But the empire has great inertia. After all, it has been ruled by high lords for thousands of years.
And the Beta-Garmon Campaign did not involve a single battle.
This also proves that all forces in the empire generally do not want a large-scale internal strife or civil war to break out.
The High Lords had lost everything, but they were still nominally the acting rulers of the Empire.
This system was first created by the Emperor and perfected by Guilliman.
Abolishing the High Lords' Council would hurt the prestige of the Primarch and damage the Imperial system.
In addition, the High Lords are not separate individuals.
The twelve high lords represent twelve forces that are powerful enough to determine the future of the empire.
People like Yin Ertu were just put forward as spokespersons.
Dissolving the High Lords' Council meant breaking the balance among the twelve forces and destroying the basic system of the empire.
It’s like the United States, which claims to be a democratic country, was suddenly announced by a certain family that the country would be ruled by their dictatorship.
It was truly a huge storm.
"There's not much he can do. At most, we'll plead guilty and then explain that it was a misunderstanding caused by our excessive nervousness. At most, we'll lose our official positions and be imprisoned. According to the unspoken rules, others will definitely protect us at all costs."
Said Danda, the merchant representative.
"This is the best way now. Someone must be responsible for the Beta-Garmon system. Let's take all the responsibility and give an explanation to the Primarch. He can't possibly take action against such a large number of Terran bureaucrats. After all, once he does, the entire empire may be paralyzed. The final outcome is nothing more than us being handed over, and the forces behind us swearing allegiance to the Primarch in exchange for forgiveness."
Draco, the head of the Legal Department, also spoke.
"It is impossible for the people who support us to succeed. Guilliman will not let us succeed. He will be on guard against us for a long time in the future. My opinion is not to interfere in those matters. After a period of time, when the Primarch leaves Terra, we can slowly restore our previous influence." Admiral Mereda said, "We have to pay a price to satisfy the Primarch. We can't ask for too much. The most we can do is to ensure that our family will not be expelled from the political world. As long as we can still interfere in the political world, we still have a chance to start over."
"Guilliman wants to change everything, but he is doomed to fail. No matter how good his original intentions are, power will eventually be tied up by the chain of interests and return to the starting point, becoming a game held hostage by families and interest groups. Bad money drives out good money, which is the true meaning of the political game. We just need to wait patiently, and there is no need to be too anxious."