Everyone agreed with what Draco from the Ministry of Justice said.
The world is not black and white.
Only children pursue the right or wrong of something.
There is no right or wrong in this world, only interests.
This is even more true of the politics of empire.
There are many shady things in the empire's corrupt bureaucracy.
But it was these things that maintained the survival of the empire.
If a big tree wants to grow luxuriant branches and leaves, it must dig its roots deeper into the soil so that it can absorb enough nutrients and grow healthily.
The same is true of the Empire.
It requires bureaucrats.
Where there are bureaucrats, there are interests, and where there are interests, there are connections.
Whether it is the High Lords Parliament system or the democratic voting system, the final outcome is the same.
No matter what the original intention of the creator is, the final outcome is unchangeable.
There is nothing that can be done about it.
The reason why the high lords are so fearless is that humans cannot get rid of bureaucracy.
Behind them are the complex imperial forces including the state religion, merchant organizations, the Ministry of the Interior, etc.
These forces are not all Guilliman's enemies; some are even his helpers and partners.
Politics is an extremely complicated matter.
After several hours of communication, the high lords finally reached a consensus.
That is to surrender to the Imperial Regent, and the forces behind them will pay a heavy price as compensation for the Beta-Garmon galaxy.
Of course, they will also support Guilliman's various reform measures.
However, they firmly believe that one day, the forces behind them will come back, and the High Lords' Council sitting on Terra will decide the future fate of mankind.
The inertia of history cannot be changed. This is the general trend and it is inevitable.
The selfish nature of human beings will once again breed the powerful and the wealthy.
By then, the major families will be able to become active again.
Perhaps, they will never see that day.
But the high lords firmly believed that this day would not last long.
In a short period of time, perhaps a hundred years, or a long period of time, perhaps a thousand years, all the major families will return.
This is the historical cycle rate.
It is undoubtedly a dream for the Primarch to want to change.
Maybe, they can use the technology brought back by the original body to extend their lifespan and see that day come.
"In three days, a full Senate meeting will be held," Yin Ertu said. "We will resign at that meeting and send our core members away from Terra as a compromise with the Imperial Regent. We will also cooperate with his reforms and allow him to take away most of the family's wealth to supplement his expedition expenses."
The other high lords nodded and agreed to this compromise.
This is how Terra is, the law of the jungle. If they lose, they can only accept this outcome.
This is the unspoken rule of the power struggle.
The two sides will not fall out.
Fighting and killing are the jobs of the lower class and the big guys.
Families often reach a tacit understanding and then exit in a dignified manner.
As for the dead soldiers and the lower classes who sacrificed in their game, they are not worth paying attention to.
Aren't they born to be consumed
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The tall and magnificent Imperial Senate Gallery.
Led by a glorified veteran in azure Terminator power armor, Penny walked past sculptures and portraits commemorating the heroes of the Empire.
Those things are from top artists.
It is a treasure of mankind.
At the end of the corridor is a huge administrative hall.
At the top of the hall, a huge crystal chandelier is shining, and its soft light shines in every corner of the hall.
The carefully woven and intricately patterned carpets spread on the ground, as soft as the grassland of this small world.
Officers of the expeditionary fleet came and went, all with anxious looks on their faces.
Running back and forth, busy and urgent.
They generally wore the blue-edged robes of Ultramar, and some wore the insignia of Terra's power.
Penny knew some people who, like her, had worked for Tyrion.
Now, they were chosen to become assistants to the Primarch.
The servoskulls fly in the air, transmitting information from different departments.
The child-like Cherubim hummed, and the voices of various departments came from the brass speaker.
The whole hall was very noisy and looked messy.
The technical priests gathered in dark corners, shaking their limbs and muttering to themselves.
Groups of Imperial Navy and Astra Militarum commanders were arguing fiercely about the defense of Terra and the Sol System.
Servants hurriedly moved among the many heroes of the Empire, carrying data tablets and parchment documents.
Penny was led through the crowd and into a private room in the executive hall.
After walking in, the gilded door with an angel image slowly closed, blocking out the noise outside.
Penny looked around the room. It was at the highest point of the Senate building, with a high ceiling that could accommodate even a Primarch.
The room had a huge balcony and the windows were closed at this time.
There were two Ultramarines standing guard.
Their mission is important.
We have to prevent the Principal from being assassinated.
No one could harm the Primarch.
However, once such a thing happens, it will cause a severe mental blow to the people of the empire.
People will be disappointed with the empire.
Preventing such things would be a good thing for Guilliman and the Empire.
The dim sunlight came in through the balcony window.
The Primarch was sitting behind a huge solid wood table.
He was immersed in countless data projections, like a giant submerged by the waves.
He quickly read government information, made comments and issued new orders.
Everything was handled so quickly and correctly.
He was born to rule the empire.
This thought emerged in Penny's mind.
When the Primarch raised his head, Penny could feel her heart stop briefly.
The Emperor's perfect creation is no lie.
His face is perfect, with perfect proportions and full of charm, which makes people fall in love with him easily.
Penny was fortunate enough to witness the Battle of Lionsgate.
That was a memory that she would never forget in her life.
The Primarch's strong performance filled people with hope.
Let people firmly believe that the future is promising and that mankind will surely move towards a new era.
"I'm glad that you can arrive so punctually." Guilliman looked at the person he had designated as the Chancellor of the Empire and smiled.
He put down the work in his hands and said gently, "Sit in the front seat."
Guilliman pointed to the seat in front of his desk and motioned for the other party to sit down.
Penny was a little nervous, but she still sat in the position that Guilliman said.
She stood very straight, for fear of leaving a bad impression on the other person.
"My Lord Guilliman, your summons is more important than any government affairs." Penny said respectfully.
Guilliman smiled, stood up, turned off several projectors, and returned the government information to his database.
Penny saw him stand up. He was very tall, like a mountain, and his shadow covered his thin body.
The Primarchs are gods of war, ruling over killing and destruction.
Penny could feel the oppression. She couldn't imagine what kind of terrible mental pressure those who became the Primarch's enemies would endure when facing the Primarch.
Guilliman walked to the balcony window and saw Terra, which was being rebuilt.
Find new life in destruction.
This is a good sign.
"You once worked for the Imperial Chancellor, Tyrion, didn't you?" Guilliman asked.
"Yes, sir. Unfortunately, he died. This incident was a huge blow to us, and a lot of work has been delayed," Penny replied.
"Indeed, the departure of Tyrian is a loss to the Empire. He was a hero, although he never took up a weapon. But there are many kinds of heroes, some of whom use their own way to protect humanity and the Empire. Tyrian is such a person. He prevented a crisis that could tear humanity apart. Many soldiers were saved because of his foresight and kindness. I wanted to meet him on Terra, but unfortunately, my father called him back."
Guilliman withdrew his gaze and looked back at Penny, who was waiting for him to continue.
"Although the dead make us sad, we should focus more on the present. I have investigated your file. You have a good relationship with Tyrian and your political views are highly consistent with his. This is a good thing."
Penny felt uneasy, the Primarch had spoken so highly of her.
"Thank you for the compliment, sir."
"This is not a compliment, but a statement of fact." Guilliman walked to the table. "I have an important position on my hands that needs someone like you to do. Terra has reached a point where it must change, but many people do not want it to change. For their own benefit, they hope that Terra can remain the same, and even the Empire can remain the same."
"But this idea is impossible to achieve. The Empire must change, otherwise we will be in danger. However, too drastic changes will also lead to resistance. They may not resist me openly, but don't underestimate them. They still have the courage to use all kinds of sneaky means to secretly sabotage my plans. The bureaucracy is a very complicated system. Any changes will bring about a chain reaction, so I need someone who is familiar with the operating mode of Terra to be my right-hand man."
"This person needs to have a good understanding of Terra and must have ideals and a passion for reform. Only in this way can he take on this position, so I chose you, Penny. In the name of the Imperial Regent, I invite you to become my assistant and the Prime Minister of the Empire."
"Is this appropriate?" Penny became a little flustered. The promotion was too fast. She didn't expect that she would be appointed by the Primarch to become the Prime Minister of the Empire. It was too sudden.
"There's nothing inappropriate. I need a capable and obedient reformist to sit in this position. A storm is coming, and I need someone to help me stabilize Terra so that the ship of the Empire can turn around and escape the fate of death."
Penny stood up hurriedly and bowed. "Thank you very much for your appreciation, Lord Regent. However, this appointment needs to be approved by the High Lords' Council. If you have not reached a consensus with them, I am afraid it will cause some unnecessary trouble."
"The High Lords' Council?" Guilliman's tone was a little dramatic. "This is another thing I want to tell you. From now on, there will be no more High Lords' Council. I will promote new political reforms and strengthen Terra's control over all forces. I will announce this at the general assembly of all councilors that is about to be held."
"The hereditary aristocrats on each planet will be abolished, and each planet in the empire will adopt a democratic voting system, allowing those people to elect people who represent their interests. A complete democratic voting system will be established from planets to star systems, and then to star regions. All interstellar trade within the empire will be managed by the merchant organization established by the empire. This organization will dynamically adjust prices or make subsidies so that the living standards of each planet will not differ too much. I will also ensure that each planet can enter the minimum industrial age to further release human productivity. In addition, the conventional forces of the empire will be divided into three systems: military, government affairs, and merchant systems. They will be separated from each other, maintain a certain degree of independence, and then be responsible to Terra."
"On this basis, I will establish the position of Imperial Regent. All forces in the Empire must absolutely obey the orders of the Regent. Under the Regent is the Prime Minister who will be responsible for sharing government affairs. Dictatorship is very necessary, I hope you understand. Today's Empire needs someone who can make decisions quickly, so that it can deal with a series of crises and make the Empire run efficiently."
"For officials or businessmen in the three systems I established, the Empire has extremely strict requirements on their moral character and talents, in order to ensure their loyalty to the Empire and fairness. The so-called era of freedom is over, and we must ensure that those who are loyal and care about the people can take office. All those good-for-nothings must be eliminated and let them roll back to the garbage dump."
Penny was stunned for a moment, her mind went blank.
What the Primarch did was no less than destroying the empire and rebuilding it.
Such a reform is more than just a storm.
The position of the Imperial Chancellor is a hot potato, and he will definitely have to step in to solve those difficult problems when the time comes.
She wants to cut off someone's source of income and dig up his roots.
This hatred is well-founded.
"Will this approach work?"
Penny asked cautiously, she wanted to know if the Primarch knew what such a move meant!
Guilliman smiled and answered directly: "Yes, there will definitely be turbulence. This system is too idealistic. If we are not careful, it will bring crisis. So I need you to stay and stabilize Terra, so as to buy time and allow me to realize it step by step. The first step is to prepare for the cleansing of Terra's bureaucracy. The second step is to export enough administrative personnel from the Solar System and Ultramar Sector to establish a large framework for the Empire. The third step is to strengthen propaganda, narrow the distance between us and the grassroots, formulate fair policies, and let them independently maintain our reforms."
All systems in human history, whether feudal monarchy, democratic voting system, or dictatorship, are essentially systems for maintaining production order and then distributing the cake.
Guilliman broke the original system because he wanted this new system to attract enough elite talents for him.
The real elites who serve the empire should hold power and wealth in the system they have built.
There is no fair system in this world, only relatively fair systems.
Guilliman created a system where the strong prevail and the elite come to power, which is the best for everyone.
He couldn't ask those heroes of the empire to be loyal to the empire while giving them nothing in return.
Any system that encourages people to make selfless contributions will not last long. It is a very vicious system that attempts to enslave others.
What kind of people are willing to make selfless contributions
Slaves will make selfless contributions to their slave owners.
All conflicts in society basically revolve around cutting the cake.
Who gets more and who gets less has always been a very serious issue.
Why did peasants revolt in feudal dynasties
The reason is that no one would be willing to do a job that only involves working without getting a share of the cake.
In order to maintain the survival of the human empire and protect the survival of mankind, Guilliman must face human nature - selfishness.
The word selfishness has played an ignominious role throughout most of human history.
People often use various covering behaviors and language to avoid being called selfish.
In fact, this is precisely the biggest problem and the origin of all contradictions.
Selfishness is human nature, and suppressing selfishness will accumulate resentment and eventually lead to the collapse of the system.
Selfish people are not bad people.
Those who claim to be selfless may not necessarily be good people.
Selfishness may be the greatest driving force of human beings and the most important factor in testing whether a system can last.
If a society has such a law or such an unspoken rule, every time you ask for help from someone, you need to pay a certain amount of money or other equivalent conditions to the person who helps you.
Who would ignore those who need help
In that way, everyone will have the subconscious mind to help others without being hurt and will also gain benefits.
If you help someone who asks for help, but don't get any reward, waste your time, and are forced to lose your wealth because of this matter, then who would bother to interfere
When a society advocates selfless dedication and non-rewarding nonsense, we must be wary of people who don't want to give cake but want to trick others into working.
If you make an effort, you will get a reward. This is the mechanism of human nature.
Loyal soldiers sacrifice their youth and take countless risks, but in the end their fame, honor, and wealth are taken away by their superiors who have never been to the battlefield. They can't even secure their living standards for the rest of their lives. Who would be willing to accept this
A hard-working laborer, who has toiled all his life but has not been able to enjoy a single day and still has nothing to eat or wear, why would he support such a system
Guilliman's system is intended to ensure that elites who can contribute to the goal of human survival are promoted.
People from those families might say that it’s unfair. Why did they accumulate knowledge over thousands of years only to lose to others in just a few decades
Guilliman doesn't care what those guys think, and those people can't shake the foundation of his rule.
Human beings are a society of overall cooperation and division of labor. No individual can create such huge wealth alone without being separated from society.
The wealth of those families is often counted in trillions. If they can create so much wealth independently of the empire, it is naturally due to their ability and there is nothing wrong with it.
But they obtained their wealth on the basis of the empire's cooperation and division of labor, so this wealth does not belong to them alone, but to the whole and to every individual involved in the division of labor and cooperation.
Many family scions boast themselves to be elites, but strip away that identity and they are worthless.
Their family's accumulation is just the uneven distribution of the cake of a distorted system.
What they call accumulation are nothing but parasites that encroach on social wealth.
Many people cannot think through many of the issues involved.
It's like ten people fishing. Everyone works together and the fish they catch will definitely be divided equally.
But the situation is a bit complicated.
Others also wanted to catch fish, so there was no choice but to assign two people to stand guard to prevent anyone from snatching the fish.
If we catch too many fish to eat, we can assign another person to dry the fish.
When we get fish, we exchange them for food, and we assign one person specifically to exchange for food.
In this way, there was food and fish, and everyone shared the food equally according to the previous distribution, and everyone lived a good life.
Later, the man who was exchanging food had an idea in his mind and negotiated a deal with the two people who leaked the news.
Let them follow me and listen to me, and I will find a way to give them more.
Hearing that there were benefits, the two who were spreading the news joined him.
The one who exchanges for food starts to make a profit from the difference.
When others wanted to exchange food on their own, he would find the two people who were keeping the secret and beat them up, saying that they had no team spirit, betrayed the team, and were shameful traitors.
Not only can we not defeat the person who leaked the information, but we are also labeled as a traitor.
Those who were catching fish didn't dare to do it anymore and could only swallow their anger.
Later, the one who exchanged for food made more money, and gave some small favors to the fishermen. He said that they were all brothers and asked everyone to support him. He announced to the public that the fishing area was his, so that he could legitimately defend the fishing area.
The fishermen didn't understand what was going on. When they saw others giving them benefits and calling them brothers, and they were afraid of being beaten, they just followed his propaganda.
Seeing that no one objected, the person in charge of exchanging food said that the original distribution system would no longer be used. From now on, if anyone caught a fish in his fishing area, he would be given half of it.
Some people didn't want to be pressed into the mud and beaten for a long time, and they almost died.
Others were not happy with such rules and started making trouble.
Later, the one who was exchanging food said, let’s just give him a quarter of it, and everyone should stop making trouble and making a fool of themselves in front of outsiders, and should unite.
Seeing the concession in exchange for food, the fishermen were dissatisfied, but since the other party brought up the team issue, they had no choice but to give in.
Relying on the commission from every fish and the monopoly on food, he soon had chicken legs and a good set of clothes.
In order to consolidate his position and avoid being envied by others, the one who exchanged food began to promote himself.
Those who exchange food are the elites of the fishing team. They are responsible for external communication, exchanging food, and guarding against others coming to steal the food.
Therefore, it is legitimate for him to manage everyone and it is worthy of support, and it is normal for him to enjoy his life.
In the past, you couldn’t even smell the aroma of the chicken legs, let alone see this nice dress. It’s all because of my good leadership that the fishing team has become prosperous. Other fishing teams can’t compare to us.
The fisherman smelled the fragrance of the chicken leg and looked at the beautiful dress. He was so fooled that he started to applaud.
But is this really prosperity
It's just that they took the wealth from other people and concentrated it in their own hands.
The so-called system is to take the cake from one person and put it in another person's hand.
No matter how fancy a system is, no matter how it is labeled as democracy, freedom, equality, etc., its essence is this: a system of distributing a cake.
The more a system conforms to human nature and maintains fairness, the longer it will survive.
What Guilliman needs to do is to weaken the major families, release the wealth and power they hold, return them to the people of the Empire, and enhance their sense of belonging.
Then, through the Inquisition, the Assassins' Chamber and other special units that do not belong to the various government agencies, we can ensure that these powers will no longer be taken away from the lower-level citizens of the empire by those with ulterior motives.
Various chambers of commerce will be integrated together, and those trading families will be directly responsible to them, monopolizing the entire interstellar trade, forming an independent system, and maintaining the empire's finances.
Business is business, politics is politics, and military is military.
The three systems independently maintain a balance.
He would also strip the Mechanicum of its military forces, reducing it to an academic institution.
The same is true for state religions, weakening the Pope's voice and reducing religious fanaticism through universal education.
Through various policies, the centralized dictatorship of the position of Imperial Regent is strengthened so that enough troops can be mobilized to fight against Chaos and aliens, and to respond to the enemy at a faster speed.
Such reform actions can be said to be extremely crazy.
If someone else were to preside over such a reform, he would probably be fired on the spot.
The Imperial nobles, with their distorted interest chains, became allies of the Empire with the help of the Olympia Accords and became the state religion that controlled the religious beliefs of the entire Empire.
The power of these three forces is absolutely unimaginable to the world.
Even if the high lord dared to move these three mountains, he would probably drown in the toilet the next day.
Penny was shaking a little in her chair.
She is not a fool.
She knew exactly what kind of turmoil Guilliman's reforms would cause.
"Do we really want to do this?" Penny asked anxiously, "I'm afraid the resistance will be stronger than ever before."
"I know, but the time has come for everything to change. Grand Admiral Valano has agreed to my reform ideas." Guilliman said calmly, "More than four-fifths of Terra's troops are now loyal to me. There are six fleets suspended in the orbit of Mars with enough firepower to wipe out a planet. More than 30,000 Primaris Space Marines are ready for battle, so you don't have to worry."
Guilliman turned and walked out onto the balcony, continuing the scene outside the window.
Penny opened her mouth, but no words came out.
This is no longer a political game.
The Primarch was ready for war.
Six fully armed fleets and thirty thousand Primaris Space Marines, this force is enough to obliterate Mars.
The imperial regent's attitude is firm to this extent.
Even if it means war, we must push forward this reform.
The Primarch originally possessed the military strength to crush those forces in the Beta-Garmon system, and later he took over all of Beta-Garmon's forces.
Penny couldn't imagine how much military force the Primarch had mobilized to the solar system.
The most terrifying thing is that the Imperial Fists and the Custodes also showed their support for him.
He was bound to carry out this reform.
"It is an honor to serve you, sir." Penny bowed respectfully and gave her reply.
"You have made a very clear decision, Penny. You will have the opportunity to become a prominent figure in the new era of mankind, and people will remember your contributions for endless years to come." Guilliman said with a smile.
"All glory goes to the Imperial Regent," said Penny.
"No need for such polite words." Guilliman waved his hand and returned to the table to take out a document. "This is your appointment document. It has been signed with my name and stamped with a biological seal. Congratulations, Prime Minister."
"Aren't you worried that I will refuse?" Penny saw the document in Guilliman's hand.
"People are different. Some are for dreams, like Tyrian. Some are for profit, like the high lords now. I rarely make mistakes when judging people. I firmly believe that you will be a help to me."
Guilliman waved his hand and opened a holographic projection panel. "The workload is very heavy now. According to my intelligence personnel, many grassroots officials of Terran descent are too arrogant. They don't care about my reform orders and think that nothing has changed. I need you to solve this problem. I will give you certain military authority to mobilize troops. Take a tough stance and deal with those who hinder the new era of mankind without mercy."
"Understood, sir. I'll let those guys know that their time for enjoyment is over," said Penny.
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Space station in orbit around Mars.
The Grand Sage - Kowl, the Mechanical Sage - Regula, the Steel Star Forging General - Kren, the Mechanical Sage - Sigma, and a dozen Mechanical Sages from the reformists and conservatives who control the power and resources of the Mechanicus gathered here.
The interior of the space station is simple and plain.
Its design does not contain any unnecessary decorations or aesthetic elements for visual pleasure, perfectly showcasing the rational and simple characteristics of the Mechanicus.
While many mechanical sages were meeting to discuss, a group of crusaders holding gear scepters were guarding outside the door.
Each of them has been genetically enhanced, is extremely tall and strong, and has a variety of weapons implanted in their bodies.
Chiseled cables and colored wires ran through the burqas and into their bodies through plugs embedded in their bodies.
Ordinary people wouldn't like to be with them.
These guys tend to reek of rotting meat, motor oil, and sweat.
"Your actions are illegal. The structure and working mode of each machine should be determined by the God of Machinery. Therefore, it is sacred, and changing it is an unforgivable sin." A conservative mechanical sage looked at Kaul and others, his mechanical tone revealing anger and accusation.
Guys like Cawl and Kren have violated too many sacred precepts of the Mechanicus. They have completely trampled on the sacred texts of the Mechanicus.
If it weren't for the protection of the Primarch, these guys would have been declared excommunicated and traitorous by the Empire and the Mechanicus long ago.
"The Imperial Regent is the biological son of Omnissiah. He also holds some of the authority of the God of All Machines." Kren retorted bluntly, "Do you want to violate the mechanical rules set by the God of All Machines?"
"He is a mortal man?" another conservative member shouted. "He does not have the authority of the God of All Things."
"Then can you explain Guilliman's Heart? Who else can master such technology except the God of All Machines?" said Regula.
"That's heretical technology," the conservative sage said. "We should stop its further use before it's too late."
"Are you going to stop even the technology of the God of All Machines?"
"He cannot represent the God of All Machines unless he can produce an STC template for verification."
"Guilliman's Heart itself is an STC template. It can store all knowledge and can load other genetic functions at will."
"Those technologies are heretical."
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The debate between radicals and conservatives has always been serious.
Today is even more exaggerated.
Neither side gave in.
The conservatives accused the radicals of betraying the God of All Machines, while the radicals argued that Guilliman was the biological son of Omnissia.
The quarrel between the two sides was full of tension. The thermal radiation cannons of several mechanical sages were crackling, and everyone was afraid that they might accidentally fire.
If it fires accidentally, the consequences will be disastrous.
Some of the top elites of the Mechanicus must have suffered heavy losses here.
"It's meaningless to continue arguing." Kaul said, "In fact, our quarrel is meaningless. No matter which faction we belong to, we are all serving the honor of the God of All Things. The belief in the desire for eternal truth supports each of us."
"Then we should abandon those heretical technologies even more." said a wise man from the conservative camp.
"Give up those technologies? Then what? With the activities of the Mechanicus over the past ten thousand years, our scope of activities has become wider and wider. Many colleagues have already gone deep into the outer reaches of the galaxy where the Emperor's light cannot reach. However, the clues to the STC template have become fewer and fewer. We have spent hundreds of years but have not been able to obtain any useful technology."
"Many technologies have been forgotten, and some technologies for giant structures are simply missing. Before the return of the Imperial Regent, the technology of the Mechanicus was at a stage of regression, and the ships we built were not even as good as those of ten thousand years ago."
"These signs show that we are increasingly straying from the path of machinery, and our internal problems have reached a very serious level. If we continue like this, I'm afraid we will be completely abandoned by the God of All Machinery."
"Heresy." The conservative mechanical sage shouted, "Such an argument is nonsense. Even if you were abandoned by the God of All Machines, it was you who betrayed the scriptures first and brought punishment upon yourself."
Faced with such accusations, Kaur did not say much.
He held out a mechanical arm, gleaming with the faint glow of a projected beam.
The Colossus of Sky Punishment, the latest generation of warships, and the human lighthouse appeared in the projection.
"Since the Imperial Regent awakened, our technology has improved beyond imagination. Structures like the Heavenly Punishment Colossus can be built in a few years. The performance of the new generation of warships far exceeds that of the mainstream warships in service in the Imperial Navy, with performance and power increased by several times. Aren't these the blessings of the God of All Machines?"
"With the Heart of Guilliman and the technology of the first generation of super warriors, the Space Marines have successfully transformed into Primaris Space Marines. Over the past ten thousand years, the Mechanicus has tried many times to improve the Space Marines, but each time ended in failure. Without the authority of the God of All Machines, could the Imperial Regent solve this problem so easily?"
Kaul looked around at the many mechanical sages and refuted their arguments one by one with reason and evidence.
"So far, the Imperial Regent has already arrived at the solar system. No matter what, pragmatism is inevitable. The reason why I met with you today and held this meeting is purely to discuss how to preserve the Mechanicus to the greatest extent possible during the reform of the Imperial Regent."
"The Imperial Regent has decided to abolish the High Lords Council. The future of the Mechanicus is a question. The Imperial Regent will not allow a human force that is out of his control to appear in the galaxy. He has made his position clear several times in a row. If you are unwilling to compromise, he can choose to rebuild a Mechanicus in Ultramar."
Cawl has completely stood on Guilliman's side.
It's not that he doesn't love the Mechanicus, it's just that Guilliman has given them too much.
From dark matter, particle magnetic fields, to spatial dimension structures.
Guilliman's knowledge would give him enough to match his collection of ten thousand years, and Guilliman also promised to give him more in the future.
"Is he going to start a civil war?" Sigma looked at Cawl. She was not stupid, so she could hear the threat. "Without the Mechanicus, the Empire's production would immediately come to a standstill. He really wants to take such a risk."
"Ultramar has trained enough technicians to support the expedition fleet, and not all Mechanicus believers will follow you." Cawl said, "The Imperial Regent has said that he will share more knowledge, establish more institutions for scholars, and encourage the Mechanicus' research to go to the universe. Some Mechanicus believers will never betray the Empire with you."
Kren also got involved at this time and turned on another holographic projection.
Inside was the Divine Brain Project in which he had invested massive resources.
With the help of various technologies provided by Guilliman, the cultivation of the Divine Brain is nearing completion.
All the mechanical sages present here have mastered cutting-edge knowledge in multiple fields, and can see the horror of the Kren God Brain Project at a glance.
They have tried many times to strengthen the human brain. After all, the strength of the brain is also related to the strength of the Thinker Array.
It’s a pity that all these plans failed.
The brain is too complex to easily enhance its computing power.
Kren succeeded. The computing power of that human brain, which was like a hill, was enough to kill any Thinker array on Mars in seconds.
"You crossed the red line?" said a conservative sage.
"No, this is the brain of one of my Skitarii. After he died in battle, his brain tissue was preserved. I put it in a culture tank and cultured it and strengthened it. Thanks to the great Imperial Regent, I succeeded." Kren's tone was full of pride. "Don't think that Mars is indispensable. Steel Sphere can also replace you. Times have changed, my friend. Your complacency will only make you look more and more stupid."
"You won't suffer any loss if you obey the orders of the Imperial Regent. He has promised that you will share the knowledge of the Empire, enjoy the Empire's resources for scientific research, and walk on the path of truth of the God of All Machines to seek enlightenment." Cawl looked at all the mechanical sages. "The Mechanicus today is not what Omnissiah wants. He is the God of Knowledge, the God of Truth, and the God of Machinery, but his followers know nothing. Isn't this an irony?"
"He wants to use these conditions to get us to betray Mars?" said a conservative mechanical sage.
"No, we will just betray those stubborn fools. The Mechanicus will continue to exist and prosper, and we will go further on the path of truth," said Cawl.