Many mechanical sages looked at Cawl, and the logical operation cores in their skulls were making a slight humming sound.
All are quickly assessing the current situation.
It is obvious that the radicals led by Kaul want to eliminate the stubborn conservatives led by the current foundry general.
In a sense, this is indeed not a betrayal of Mars, nor a betrayal of the Mechanicus, nor a betrayal of the Omnissia.
The Forge General is the Forge General. He cannot represent Mars or the Omnissiah.
Cole turned his head and the sound of pistons and gears came from his neck.
His electronic prosthetic eye looked around at the many sages, collecting their every move and analyzing it.
The high-speed logic center quickly determined the sages' thoughts from their various tiny movements.
It has been shaken, but the stakes are not big enough, so it is still wavering.
Strike while the iron is hot. Seeing that everyone was silent, Kaul decided to throw out some more news.
"This meeting is very crucial. It will determine the future of the Mechanicus. The Imperial Regent is disgusted with the Mechanicus's slow efficiency and conservative ideas. He urgently needs a strong scientific research institution to ensure the military strength of mankind, so as to enhance the power of the empire. The Mechanicus can choose to join or be destroyed."
"If you choose destruction, the Regent will select suitable people from those sages loyal to him and rebuild the Mechanicus according to his wishes. Of course, war is an action that will only be taken when there is no other way. Now, we still have a choice. The Imperial Regent is willing to provide more technology, more resources, and a more relaxed research environment in exchange for your support."
"Starting a civil war for his own reforms? Is he sure he wants to bear such consequences?" A conservative said sarcastically, "We have tens of billions of priests and technical slaves, as well as the Titan Order and the Knight Family. Is he sure he wants to pay such a heavy price?"
Cawl switched the holographic projection's display and zoomed in on Mars' low-Earth orbit. Warships etched with the Empire's double-headed eagle were suspended in orbit, so densely packed that they were difficult to count.
"As for your question, I can tell you that he has prepared an answer. Thirty thousand Primaris Space Marines, six hundred Astra Militarum regiments armed to the teeth, and six Imperial Navy fleets. In addition to these, he has a trump card outside the solar system, ready to be used at any time." Cawl switched the screen to show a scene of the solar system, with several huge celestial-level fortresses suspended in the void.
"Six Celestial-class fortress battleships, each equipped with a star-destroying cannon capable of destroying stars. Don't even think about winning. These Celestial-class fortress battleships are cheap and are all assembled. The only thing worth mentioning is the gravity technology and energy technology on them. If the Mechanicus and the Imperial Regent go to war, the Mechanicus will be exhausted by consumption alone. What's more, the Primaris Space Marines are demigods of war, and the Primarchs themselves are war lords."
"No matter from which angle you look at it, Mars has no chance of winning. Even if Mars reaches an agreement with the Warp Demons immediately, it will not be able to prevent its fate of defeat."
Kaul's voice was full of mechanical coldness and rationality, without any emotion.
Talking about this army that is capable of destroying Mars is as indifferent as talking about a trivial matter.
His words also represent the attitude of the Imperial Regent, Guilliman.
The Primarch would never allow any force to exist outside his control.
The Mechanicus has only two choices: obey or die.
Don't even think about negotiating terms.
"If we surrender to him, he will allow the Mechanicus to continue to exist? And be independent of the bureaucrats of the Empire?" asked Magus Sigmar.
"Yes, he has made a promise. The Imperial Regent has already made plans. Scientific research and development will be separated from politics. The Mechanicus only needs to pursue the truth and hand over the corresponding results to the Empire." Cawl said, "This move is not a betrayal of Mars, but to clean up the traitors on Mars who have betrayed Omnissia and rebuild the Mechanicus."
"To this end, he promised to provide Mars with more technical support and a more relaxed research environment."
"If that is the case," said the Great Magus Sigmar, "I will agree to join. Remember, if the Imperial Regent breaks his promise, he will have to bear the consequences."
Archmagus Sigmar's voice was loud enough to ensure that all mages could hear it clearly.
Seeing someone agree, the other sages thought for a moment and had no choice but to agree.
Seeing this, Sigma and Kren smiled at each other, everything was under control.
He had already reached an agreement with Karen.
Back in the Beta-Garmon system, Kren had already used technology to exchange for Angmar to join the Primarch's camp.
Nowadays, it is just a show to guide the conservatives.
Although this meeting of sages was held in the name of discussion.
But the threats in Kohl's words were full of implication, which could be said to be coercion and inducement. Those who agreed would be given various new technologies, and those who disagreed would be killed.
In addition, several sages led by Sigmar had already secretly surrendered under the temptation of the Primarch.
As time went by, the Mechanicus naturally turned to the Primarch.
Although the Mechanicus within the Empire is a whole, it is not truly a monolithic entity.
There are many conflicts between other forging worlds and Mars, and it is not the first time that they have used weapons to fight civil wars.
Guilliman gave money when needed, technology when needed, and encouraged the Mechanicus to engage in research and development.
These conditions alone are enough to attract many Mechanicus believers.
Many conservatives are also well aware that if Mars really rebels, not many Mechanicus believers will respond.
By then, the loss will outweigh the gain.
Not only will you not get any benefits, you will also be treated as a traitor and killed.
After several rounds of consultations, many conservatives were forced to bow their heads.
Agreed to various of Guilliman's reforms, bowed to the radicals, and decided to abolish the current Fabricator-General of Mars.
This meeting attracted nearly three-quarters of the mechanical sages.
In a sense, the Forge General who was still on Terra was completely sidelined and became an unlucky guy in name only.
Of course, in order to avoid the news leaking out and causing unnecessary trouble.
Kaul did not win over the faction of Casting General Lasky, nor did he allow them to attend the meeting.
There are many schools within the Mechanicus, and many sages have set up their own factions, and the phenomenon of forming cliques is very serious.
Every forging general is the product of the game between various schools of thought.
Kaul felt that there was no need to win over Lasky's faction, after all, they were too dangerous.
It is better to give up on them so that the situation can be better controlled.
After the meeting, Cawl sent a message to Terra and prepared to rush to Terra to assist Guilliman in stabilizing the situation.
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The Phalanx is one of the few Celestial-class fortresses and warships in the Empire.
It is a satellite covered with armor and rocks.
Its scale is unimaginable.
The artillery batteries, like giant peaks, rise from the mountains on the Iron Ridge.
Countless launch ports dot its surface.
A layer of air and engine smoke enveloped the buildings.
This is no longer a battleship, but a world.
This was not the first time that Calgar had entered this monastery belonging to the Imperial Fists.
But the number of times he came up was also very few.
The empire was so large that each war took decades.
What's more, he has to stay in Ultramar and can't leave easily.
For this reason, he came to Terra only a handful of times and naturally had few opportunities to board the Phalanx.
This time, following the Primarch to Terra, he boarded the Phalanx again after hundreds of years.
This time, there were many heavyweights coming to the Shanzhen.
There is the Wolf Lord from the Space Wolves.
The Dark Angels' think tank.
Captain of the Raven Guard.
Chapter Master of the Iron Hands.
Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists.
There are also the main leaders of other sub-groups.
Preliminary estimates indicate that nearly ninety regiments will send representatives to participate.
I have to say, it was a grand meeting.
A meeting representing the strongest military force in the empire.
After the Highwall Protocol incident during the Beast Wars, the High Lords further strengthened their precautions and restrictions on Space Marines.
They do not allow Chapters to gather in large enough numbers to threaten them.
More than ninety chapters! This power is enough to keep many people on Terra awake.
The meeting place was chosen to be the command bunker of the Phalanx.
It is more than 300 meters long and stands next to two black rock towers connected by bridges made of plastic steel and marble.
When Calgar arrived at the command fortress.
The leaders of many battle groups have gathered here.
A huge holographic projection has been turned on, displaying information about each regiment.
Vladimir, Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists, sat in the main seat in the fortress's hall.
Behind him is a team of Terminators.
They were heavily armored and looked ready for battle.
Meetings between Space Marines are never peaceful.
Failure to reach an agreement is the norm.
At this time, fists are their most powerful proof.
When there is a disagreement, the most primitive method is often chosen, which is a duel.
The winning party will have the final decision-making power.
Putting a Terminator team here is to let everyone involved in the meeting know the size.
Let everyone know that this is Imperial Fists territory.
It's a very barbaric and primitive method.
But such means are the most effective for Space Marines.
Representatives of the Space Wolves Chapter sat in a corner with wine next to them. They looked slightly excited, and it was obvious that they had been drinking for a long time before coming to the meeting.
It has always been this way with them, and the blood of the wolves of Fenris is wine.
The Raven Guard were as gloomy as ever, standing in the shadows, their gazes sharp.
When Karga walked in, he felt their gazes.
They are the Imperium's most infiltrative Chapter.
If you are their enemy, you must always worry about where the battle will break out.
Head-on confrontation is a method they will resort to only after other methods have failed.
The Iron Hands warriors are also very cold, as if they were machines without any emotions.
Their armor is very different from that of other chapters.
The most special thing is that they will install shoulder cannons and various mechanical arms for auxiliary attacks on the armor.
They are more like skilled craftsmen than warriors.
"I thought you wouldn't participate in this meeting." Vladimir stood up when he saw Calga coming in.
"Some things delayed me. I had a final conversation with the Primarch and determined the actions we would take," said Calgar.
"Perhaps you could say Imperial Regent instead of Primarch," Vladimir said, "to take care of the feelings of the brother troops, right?"
Calgar took a quick look and found that the representatives of the founding legions such as the Iron Hands and Space Wolves were indeed looking at him with something strange in their eyes.
Everyone present knew the bond between the Primarch and the Chapter.
In the past, they called the Primarch father, and the Primarch regarded them as his children.
During the rebellion, the Primarch of the World Eaters was so brutal and cruel that he had completely lost his rationality, but many World Eaters warriors still stayed loyal to him and even followed him into the dark abyss.
This is true of the Sons of Horus and the Emperor's Children.
Many of them knew that the Primarch’s path was wrong, but they still had no way to give up on him and could only go down that path to the end.
This is enough to prove how powerful this bond is.
Calgar's constant mention of the Primarch will only make other chapters think of the relationship between the Ultramarines and the Imperial Regent, and thus feel that they will always be tools abandoned by their father and driven by Guilliman.
"This is my mistake." Karga said in an apologetic tone, "I will pay attention to this."
"Sit down. The arrival of the Imperial Regent has brought some changes, and we have reached a crossroads where we have to change." Vladimir said, "This meeting is held for this purpose."
Karga got his place.
The parent group always has some special treatment.
Especially a parent group whose primarch has returned.
"Is the Regent ready to abolish the Holy Code?" The representative of the Crimson Archon Chapter was the first to ask.
The full name of the Codex is the Codex Astartes, which was introduced by Guilliman after the end of the Horus Heresy.
Having learned lessons from the Horus Heresy, the Empire no longer maintained an overly large organization of Space Marines, in order to prevent it from falling into the crisis of rebellion again.
Judging from the various changes over the past ten thousand years, this holy book has undoubtedly helped mankind avoid many disasters.
If the Space Marine Legion continues to be maintained, the consequences will be disastrous and may very well tear the Empire apart once again.
Of course, no system is ever perfect.
As humanity's situation became increasingly difficult, this codex also limited the Empire's ability to fight back.
It makes it difficult for the small number of Space Marines to protect the vast empire.
"No, the Holy Scripture is extremely important to the Empire and cannot be abolished lightly." Calgar shook his head. "The Imperial Regent said that some outdated regulations will be revised to adapt to the development of mankind. If it is completely abolished, the impact will be too great."
“So has our role changed?” asked another participant in the meeting.
“As for this…”
The main topic of this meeting was to promote the reform of the regiment and abolish some outdated rules.
As Primaris technology becomes more widespread, the power of Space Marines will also be enhanced.
Plus the threat posed by the Great Rift.
The old battle group model must undergo some changes in order to better adapt to this era and ensure that mankind can safely survive this crisis.
In the past, each regiment had a strong degree of autonomy. As long as they completed the tasks within their area, no one cared what they did with the rest of the time.
The Terra Parliament is also in a state of following orders but not announcements.
Now, Guilliman needs to make some adjustments.
Strengthen Terra's control over the various chapters and enhance their loyalty to the Empire.
After all, over the past ten thousand years, there have been a large number of rebellious Space Marines, causing great damage to the Empire.
Moreover, many regiments ignored civilians in order to kill the enemy, causing heavy casualties and resulting in a very bad reputation for the regiment.
These are all things that need to change.
As the Primaris upgrades, the power of the Space Marines will be qualitatively improved and become even more terrifying.
If there is a rebellion, the threat will be even more serious.
A strict censorship system must be established to nip the seeds of depravity in the bud.
Strengthen propaganda and promotion of steel seal technology to ensure the loyalty of the Primaris Space Marines and bring them closer to the Imperial civilians.
At least victory cannot be achieved at the expense of civilians.
The Ula-style counter-terrorism approach of actively killing hostages is not acceptable.
This time, Calgar was ordered to negotiate with various warbands and promote ideological and institutional reforms.
The argument between them was very serious, and they even drew their swords and glared at each other at one point, but in the end they reached a consensus one by one.
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House of Representatives.
Many imperial senators have gathered here, including senior military officers of the imperial forces, representatives of wandering merchants, etc. It is a large scale.
These people are involved in every aspect of the empire, and if any problems arise, the consequences will be unimaginable.
When Guilliman attended, he was treated with the highest regard.
A huge bronze chair with a golden double-headed eagle was moved out from the secret library of the palace and placed on the high platform of the parliament. Even the Council of High Lords had to bow down to it.
Ten thousand years ago, the Primarchs gathered on Terra, so there are many personal items belonging to them on Terra.
With the disappearance of the Primarchs, these items were also collected.
Many were placed in the secret vaults and temples of the empire.
These things are already sacred objects to the people of the empire and the major war groups.
To Guilliman, these items were little more than furniture for himself and the other Primarchs.
Guilliman sat in the bronze chair like a king.
If you ignore the Emperor who no longer speaks, then Guilliman is a king.
In today's empire, no one can challenge his position.
The high lords sat in their seats, looking unhappy.
Naturally, they had heard about what had happened during this period.
The Primarch is constantly undermining them.
But they could not resist. Having lost the Beta-Garmon battle, they had already lost the capital to fight against the antigen.
A servant in robes loudly announced the start of the meeting over a loud speaker.
He was about to announce the meeting procedures and the matters to be decided.
Guilliman spoke to stop him.
Perhaps in the minds of these congressmen, this is just an alternative political game.
The Primarchs proposed various proposals, and they vetoed or approved them according to their own needs.
Unfortunately, they were wrong.
There will be no more gaming.
In Terra, there will only be one voice from now on.
Today is the beginning of the storm.
The servant in charge of presiding over the council proceedings looked towards Guilliman with confusion in his eyes.
He had no idea why the Primarch had called a halt.
Guilliman stood up from his seat and began to speak to everyone, announcing his decision.
The suspended servoskulls and cherubim broadcast his words so that everyone on Terra could hear them clearly.
"My Lords, Generals, Senators, and all the people of the Empire who are listening to me, I am glad that I can fight alongside you again. I once fought for this Empire and was one of its founders. I founded the Council of High Lords, the Codex Astartes, and the ruling system of the Empire. I hope that this Empire can flourish as my father envisioned."
Guilliman paused for a moment, allowing everyone to focus their attention on him, before continuing.
"But I found that I was extremely wrong. No system can adapt for ten thousand years. I once hoped that with the help of such a system, humans could prosper on their own and live a stable life in the galaxy with their own abilities. But when I recovered, everything I saw broke my heart. My father's teachings had been forgotten, science and rationality had died in the womb, and greedy people used their power to plunder wealth wantonly but were unwilling to assume their responsibilities."
"Look up, all that is left for this empire is fear, hatred and ignorance. You were born in the darkest years, struggling but unable to be redeemed. Everything must change. We have gone astray and gone too far. The Emperor tried to guide you back to the path he had envisioned, but his meaning was distorted by some greedy people with ulterior motives, thus constantly leading the world into the abyss."
"However, all mistakes will be corrected and those who committed the sins will be cleansed, paying the heaviest price."
Guilliman's tone was ups and downs. He was like the conductor of an orchestra, waving a small stick, making people's moods fluctuate with his words.
"In the name of the Imperial Regent, I hereby declare that the Empire's High Lord Council system will be abolished from today onwards, and the Empire's military, economy, and politics will usher in comprehensive reforms. For any world under the Empire, Terra will no longer recognize hereditary rule, nor will it recognize any system outside the Imperial system. Any world or family that violates this rule will be declared a traitor."
"The planets will adopt a democratic selection system. Each planet can elect its own spokesperson to participate in the greater environment of the empire and fight for reasonable rights and interests for their own planet. The Imperial Court of Inquisition and the Court of Assassins will serve as supervisors. Any superior who violates the democratic voting system will be ruthlessly cleared out. All interstellar trade fleets must obtain permission from the Imperial Commerce Department. No family or force is allowed to bypass the Terra Merchant Organization."
"The Empire will directly control all military forces. They will not need to obey the orders of the local star region or galaxy government, nor will they be allowed to have any conflicts of interest with the local merchant fleets. They will only have the responsibility to protect their fleets and planets."
"From today on, any family, any force, and any person must be unconditionally loyal to the Empire. The interests of mankind are above all else, and," Guilliman paused again, looking in the direction of Calgar, the commander of the Ultramarines, "even if I meet with misfortune one day. The candidates for the Imperial Regent will also be voted on by the commanders of the founding mother groups and the Grand Marshals of the Custodians to decide who will serve as the Imperial Regent."
All the congressmen's eyes widened.
They looked at Guilliman sitting on the throne of supreme power in disbelief, with huge waves rising in their hearts.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Everyone was stunned.
The meaning of these words is already very clear.
Dictatorship, military dictatorship.
Guilliman wants to build a military dictatorship empire.
Even if he dies, it will be up to the Chapter Master of the original parent group to decide who will be the next regent.
This means that the position of highest power can only be given to the Space Marines or the Custodes.
The entire parliament hall fell into a brief silence.
After a while, loud noises came from all corners.
Guilliman ignored this and continued his speech, "The Imperium will turn to military and expansion, and loyalty to the Emperor will be strengthened. All citizens of the Empire need to receive an education that meets Imperial standards to ensure that they have maturity, self-esteem, independent thinking, and can play the greatest role in the Emperor's cause."
The whispers soon gathered into a protest loud enough for everyone to hear.
"You want to be a dictator, your Excellency?" one congresswoman asked. "You want to take all the power into your own hands?"
"If you so desire, yes, I will dictate the fate of humanity. The situation in the Imperium has become so dire that someone must act now," said Guilliman.
"Dictatorship is not in line with your father's philosophy. The first High Lords' Council was founded by him. He hoped to have a democratic system to lead mankind." The woman shouted, and others responded one after another.
"Yes, democracy. We need democracy."
"You can't do this, my lord."
"Dictatorship will only bring extremely bad consequences."
All MPs are against it.
They expressed their opinions loudly, as if this would make Guilliman change his mind.
"Silence." Guilliman took a step forward, his voice piercing everyone's ears, commanding everyone to shut up and listen to him.
The councillors fell silent, all looking at Guilliman to see what else he wanted to say.
"Democracy? Then may I ask, among all the members here, who was elected by the citizens of the Empire?" Guilliman looked around at the members and asked, "Those who are not from the family but are elected by the citizens of the Empire, please stand beside me.
Congressman, you looked at me, and I looked at you, but no one dared to speak.
The empire's current parliamentary system has undergone tremendous changes.
The position of MP is hereditary by family.
Then they decide who gets promoted to a higher position.
In essence, a family or a small force puts forward a representative and then chooses the person who suits their own interests to take the position.
Guilliman looked around and smiled.
democracy
No background or any external conditions are required.
A system in which anyone who can convince the majority of people and demonstrate ability can run for election is called a democratic system.
Circle two people and let people choose, this is also called democracy
It's just the difference between choosing this dictator and that dictator.
The Empire's current parliamentary system is not a democracy at all.
The citizens of the empire have no choice at all.
If you want to run for election, you have to become a member of this force.
How to become a member of this force
You have to run to become part of this force.
How to run for election
If you want to run for election, you have to become a member of this force.
You have to become a member of this party or this force to enter this circle.
In the circle, he exchanges interests and plays tricks with those families.
In the end, people think you can represent the interests of this circle.
Then you can be a candidate.
At this time, the people of the empire will be able to vote for you freely, democratically and equally.
A tourist was captured by cannibals.
Cannibals are a race that values freedom and democracy.
They let the guest make the choice, demonstrating their superior humanistic spirit.
First: chop it up and cook it.
Second: Take out the internal organs and grill the whole thing.
It is ironic that procedural democracy exists when the outcome is already a dictatorship.
This kind of democracy is not democracy at all, but a dictatorship in disguise of democracy.
The empire is essentially a dictatorship of families and capital forces, and who is elected has nothing to do with the people of the empire.
Anyway, these are the goals of these two options.
A person's left and right hands.
Voters choose him whether they choose the left hand or the right hand.
Such a system can only fool those who know nothing.
Guilliman looked around at the men with a mocking smile.
"It seems that there are only two paths for the empire, either you or me. I'm sorry, but I choose the latter. Your greed for power has surpassed your loyalty to your duties. I can no longer trust you. From now on, all power belongs to me."
"You are slandering us." A male councillor shouted, "We have served the Empire for so long, and you directly deny us."
"What have you brought to the Empire?" Guilliman looked at those people. "In the past ten thousand years, has the economy grown? Has the military strength increased? Has the technology advanced? Has the quality of life of the people of the Empire improved? Maybe you think I'm talking nonsense, then take a look at these. You may have already forgotten who you rule."
A huge holographic projection played above the House of Representatives.
The world was invaded by aliens, and large numbers of humans died.
Countless humans were haunted and tortured by demons, turned into monsters, corrupted, and turned their backs on the glory of the Emperor.
The men and women at the bottom of the hive city are living in hell. The average life expectancy is less than fifty years, and a riot occurs every five years on average.
"This is your record. Perhaps leaving the Empire alone would not necessarily be so bad." Guilliman said, "The era of the family is over. From now on, the competent will take over."
Guilliman raised a hand, and the golden-armored Custodes, the tall Primaris Space Marines, and fully armed Imperial Astra Militarum troops poured in from the various entrances of the Senate.
"This is the last time you will participate in this meeting. There will be no more from now on. Please leave in an orderly manner. From now on, you only need to obey my orders."
Valanor stood high in the Senate, with a team of guardsmen behind him, maintaining the last "democratic" meeting.
Watching Guilliman's speech on the stage.
He knew everything had changed.
Logically, he should have stopped Guilliman's madness.
It is not a good thing for one Primarch to hold sole power in the empire.
But this had been done with her permission, at least that's what Guilliman said.
No one knows what the Primarch and the Emperor talked about.
"This is crazy! Do you know what the consequences of doing this will be?" Yin Ertu, director of the Ministry of the Interior, stood up, his face full of horror and disbelief.
He had thought that even Guilliman's madness had a limit.
But now he was wrong, this guy was no different from a madman.
Guilliman broke all the unspoken rules and destroyed all the ways of playing.
He established his own rules.
No family can survive such rules.
This means that they will weaken rapidly and eventually nothing will be left.
Guilliman looked at the High Lord who dared to speak and gave a cruel smile.
"I forgot to announce one thing. All members of the High Lords' Council have been declared guilty. They will not be released until the investigation is complete."
"Are you seeking revenge? Do you want to take revenge on all the nobles who prevented you from entering Terra?" Yin Ertu asked harshly.
As soon as these words were spoken, the already noisy House of Representatives suddenly turned upside down.
You know, they are all involved in it to some extent.
If there really is a big purge, then none of them will be able to escape.
"No, you were arrested only because of the death of the former Imperial Prime Minister Tirian. You are suspected of murdering a senior Imperial official, which involves betrayal of the Empire." Guilliman asked someone to play the scene before Tirian's death.
The scene once again shocked everyone.
This is a blatant violation of the unspoken rules of Terra's political field.
Yin Ertu, who thought he had done it perfectly, suddenly turned pale.
He slumped down in the chair in dejection.
"I have to tell you one more thing. The assassin you sent to Pluto has been stopped by the Imperial Guards. They have obtained more evidence from the assassin. You poisoned Tyrian and wanted to kill his entire family and wipe out his bloodline. You really acted out your cruelty to the fullest."
Guilliman's mocking words paralyzed Inrtu, the Pope and other high lords, and they all muttered that it was impossible.
They did it so perfectly, how did they get to know about it
Why
They were very confused.
This is impossible.
After Guilliman read out the crimes of the High Lords, he turned to look at the jumping councillors, "In the name of the Imperial Regent, I declare again that all nobles involved in the Beta-Garmon system will not be held accountable or liquidated afterwards. As long as you cooperate with the reform officials, there will be no problems. Don't try to sabotage secretly. I don't want Terra to be a river of blood, but if you want, I can do that. I will use the butcher knife in my hand to show you how tough I am on reform."
The Primarch's voice was icy cold.
At this moment, many senators finally realized that Guilliman was not one of them.
The establishment of the Human Empire was never completed in peace, but was conquered by the Primarch and the Emperor with weapons, galaxy by galaxy.
Guilliman, who looks kind and benevolent, has enough blood on his hands to drown Terra.
"I'm sorry, but Mars is not under the control of the Empire. My status is equal to that of the Imperial Regent. You have no right to arrest me. Stay away from me immediately."
Casting General Lasky shouted as he saw the soldiers approaching him.
"I'm sorry, we are just following orders, please cooperate," said an officer.
"Get lost. The Lord of Mars will not tolerate humiliation."
Lasky's forge core glowed, and all of his weapons charged, aiming at the soldiers coming toward him.
If released, the entire House of Representatives will be razed to the ground.
"Status?" Guilliman looked at him. "What status do you have?"
"I am the Forge General of Mars. You have no right to arrest me," Lasky said. "According to the Olympian Accords, Mars and Terra are equal. I only need to obey the orders of the Omnissiah."
"Who admits you are the Forge General?" Guilliman laughed. "Put down your weapon before everything can be salvaged. Otherwise, you will definitely regret it."
"All the people of Mars recognize my rule," Lasky roared.
"No, we don't admit it."
A voice rang out.
Sigma, Cawl and several other mechanical sages walked in from the door of the House of Representatives.
When Lasky saw those people, his expression suddenly changed.
"What do you mean?" Lasky saw several people and there was a hint of fear in his mechanical tone.
"After the decision of the Sages' Meeting, we all agree that you are no longer suitable for the position of Mars Casting General. In other words, you have been dismissed."
Said Kaul, who had a huge mechanical body and held a mechanical scepter.
The Council of the Magi is a special council of Mars.
The Martian Casting Generals were elected in this way.
The school with the most votes will be able to nominate their school's sage to become the Forging General.
Of course, this also has limitations.
For example, if a school is elected this time, it cannot run for election next time.
In order to prevent certain forging generals from doing wrong after taking office, the Council of Sages also formulated an insurance measure.
That is, as long as the votes of the Sages' Council reach two-thirds, the current Casting General can be removed.
This insurance measure has never been used since its establishment.
After all, no matter how bad it is, it is impossible to offend so many sages at the same time.
Lasky is considered the number one in the Mechanicum.
“How dare you do this.” Lasky’s electronic prosthetic eye made a clicking sound, and his body, which was as big as a small hill, was shaking violently.
"You are so negligent, Lasky," Sigmar said, "that we have no choice but to remove you to prevent you from bringing Mars into the war."
"This is betrayal. I am the Lord of Mars, and you have betrayed the sacred teachings. You have kneeled down to accept his favor. This behavior is shameful and unforgivable. Your dismissal is illegal." Lasky growled, his mechanical voice generator hissing, and his anger almost made him out of control.
"No, you are no longer the Lord of Mars. You cannot advance the Mechanicum to greater glory, you can only lead the Imperium to destruction." Cawl said, "Now disarm yourself and do nothing more stupid."
"You damned traitors, how dare you do this? Then die, along with the damned Primarch who wanted to take his father's place."
Lasky knew that it was all over.
During the time he stayed in Terra, he was sidelined by Kaul and others.
I'm afraid that the authority on Mars has been controlled by them and he can't do anything.
If that's the case, we might as well die together.
Lasky aimed his massive melta cannon at Guilliman and several other important figures.
As a Forging General, the weapons he carries are enough to destroy a city.
Even the Primarch would find it difficult to withstand the power of this shot and would be reduced to dust under the molten beam.