The dark clouds seemed to be falling from the sky, and the raging thunder illuminated the endless darkness.
The Primarch's voice echoed in the violent thunderstorm.
That huge sound overwhelmed everything.
It was like a majestic and holy god declaring the sins of the world.
The planetary governor's body was shaking, and so were the bodies of all the nobles.
"Is there any misunderstanding here, Your Excellency?" the Planetary Governor asked tremblingly.
"Make no mistake, House Graus, you have been declared excommunicated traitors." Guilliman stared at the planetary governor in front of him, his tone cold.
The Honor Guards crowded around him, and there was no sound beneath their cold metal helmets.
They did not react at all to this excommunication rebellion that was enough to shake the empire.
The planetary governor collapsed to the ground, and the smug, ostentatious smile he had just had disappeared without a trace.
The Glaus family is a large family spanning several galaxies and possesses unparalleled wealth.
It can support family members to enjoy expensive life-extending surgery and own their own private fleet.
But the planetary governor knew very well that these were insignificant in front of a primarch.
With just one sentence, the other party deprived the Graus family of everything.
The planetary governor looked at the other nobles, his eyes asking for help.
But no one dared to stand up, as these nobles had sworn to stand with the Graus family.
But now, no one stood up.
Everyone avoided him.
"Sikarius, execute the adults of the Graus family and send their children to the punishment camp. Tell them that only war and blood can wash away the sins of their fathers."
Guilliman glanced at the other nobles. The majesty in his eyes made them subconsciously take a few steps back. "You allowed the Graus family to disobey my orders, and you were greedy for the power in your hands and unwilling to speak out. You will also be investigated."
The nobles were so frightened that they burst into tears.
Some nobles wanted to rush to the Primarch and ask for his forgiveness.
The Honor Guard blocked them, the Terminator armor forming a metal line that they couldn't get past.
"Sir, my ancestors once shed blood for the emperor, and my ancestors once made contributions to the empire. Sir, you can't do this."
A nobleman was wailing loudly, his fat body shaking.
He cried out, trying to squeeze through the iron wall of Space Marines, and stretched out his hand hard.
"Then your ancestors will be ashamed of you. You have betrayed their ideals and bloodline. Take them away and examine each one of them. If there are any problems, deal with them immediately."
Qin Bei glanced at the crying nobles without wavering in the slightest.
The Space Marines forced all the nobles aside and arrested people according to the list.
Guilliman, surrounded by his Glory Guards, walked towards the red carpet prepared for him.
The only regret is that the people who ordered the red carpet to be rolled out have all been arrested.
This was supposed to be a grand welcome.
However, it became the scene where the Graus family and many nobles were arrested.
The nobles were taken away individually by teams of Inquisitors from Guilliman's fleet to be examined for their sins.
Many nobles fainted on the spot.
The Inquisition is notoriously terrible, and nothing good will happen to you if you fall into their hands.
In order to effectively fight the enemies of the empire, the Inquisitors often resorted to various terrible tortures without scruples.
Guilliman had no mercy at all. No matter how these guys wailed and screamed, he didn't even look at them.
This plunged the nobles into complete despair.
Even if the investigation finds no problems, they will lose their noble status and become lowly civilians.
"You are a complete tyrant." A crazy noble shouted, he took out a pistol and shot in Guilliman's direction, "You persecute the loyal people of the Empire, you try to usurp your father's throne, tyrant."
Laser beams flashed in the rain.
The Honor Guard easily blocked such an insignificant attack that even their shields could not break.
The actions of this great nobleman completely angered the Space Marines.
One soldier smashed the other's face with the butt of his rifle, causing him to scream.
The Space Marine's power was so strong that even if he controlled the strength, he could easily smash the opponent's face.
Blood, flesh and broken teeth flew out, and the once high and mighty noble fell to the ground like a dead dog.
He is not dead yet.
Still with one last breath.
But this was not his luck, death was a thousand times better than falling into the hands of the Inquisition.
"This is their loyalty. Power corrupts them, causing them to betray their oaths and forget their reverence." Guilliman glanced at them and then walked towards the hive. "Announce my arrival to the world, and I will listen to their voices."
Servo skulls, cherubim and many other flying objects flew everywhere, roaring the news of the arrival of the great primarch to the entire hive.
The news of the nobles' arrest spread quickly, shocking everyone.
Those who think they are powerful are terrified as if the world is coming to an end.
The situation was completely different from what they had imagined.
They thought it was just like the political games of the past, with offers, competition, compromises, and deals, all following their own set of rules.
The gangs, the nobility, the bureaucracy, each force is intricately intertwined, forming a very special relationship.
Everyone patiently makes moves on the chessboard, assesses what they have, and uses their strengths to gain more benefits.
No one could have imagined that the Primarch would use unimaginable brutality and smash the network of relationships that the major families had built up over thousands of years with just one punch.
It's like another chess player thinking about all of his opponent's moves, guessing his opponent's tactics, and his own responses.
As a result, as soon as the opponent sat down, he picked up the chess board and smashed it on the chess player's face with a bang.
An unprecedented fear spread as Guilliman entered the hive.
Of course, the fear is limited to those in power, while the lower classes are all cheering.
The greed of the Graus family has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts and is infuriating.
With the help of the Mechanics Guild, they carefully estimated the value of each one.
The policies formulated are sufficient to ensure that every worker's savings are squeezed out, to ensure that they survive, but also to ensure that they cannot get ahead, so as to better control them.
Work, life, marriage, etc., every aspect is arranged clearly.
The Graus family will make everything from it, and all people can do is work for the Graus family for their entire lives and give birth to the next batch of imperial citizens who will work for them.
All this is about to change.
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"Please, don't accuse me. I still have a wife and a daughter."
The law enforcement officer who had shot Banbai in the leg cried and begged that he would be judged for his arrogance and arrogance.
"You deserve to go to hell, just like the damned Graus family. Your wife and daughter will spurn you forever. You will never be able to return to the Emperor's arms, and will only be eaten by those twisted monsters."
The blind old woman spat at him.
The others followed the old lady and spat at the law enforcement officer.
"No, have mercy on me," the law enforcement officer cried, but to no avail.
He was so vicious to people and inflicted pain on others without restraint.
And now the same terrible thing has happened to him, and no one will sympathize with him.
The soldiers took the law enforcement officers away, and Hawke cheered with the crowd. When he wanted to find his good friend Ban and tell him that he would continue to receive his pension and live a decent life.
He then realized that his good friend had left.
Madara's body was lying in a corner, covered with a tattered blanket, his head with pale and messy hair drooped to the side, his body became cold due to loss of temperature, and his crutches were placed at his feet.
There was an expression of pain and relief on his face.
The inflammation and burning caused by the gunshot wound, the humiliation of being driven away by law enforcement officers, and the grief of not having the chance to see the original master were all tormenting the poor veteran.
If he had not finally witnessed the fall of the Graus family and many nobles, he would have died with resentment.
Hawke hugged his friend's body and cried.
At this moment he saw something written on the wall next to the corpse with a piece of charcoal.
Humanity will win, the Empire will win.
There is also a signature below: Captain Ban, 33rd Regiment of the Imperial Yakos Planetary Army.