Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter :

 Chapter 165 The Death of the Emperor (for subscription)

  Guilliman stepped out of the throne room.

  Everything in the throne room made him feel a crisis.

  Both humans and emperors have been cornered by Chaos.

  The empire is only one step away from the abyss.

   Once you take that step forward, you will be lost forever.

  The emperor is about to lose his hold, and the day he becomes a **** is the day he dies.

   Like those polluted humans.

  There will be a situation in the pollution of many subspaces.

  The real self will be rejected, and only the distorted self will be left in the end.

  The emperor of 30k is an emperor with himself, and he did not lie about the fact that he is not a god.

  He has those powers, but he is not a god, he does not need to act according to God's rules, and has a strong self-style.

  The current emperor has gone through 10,000 years of blood sacrifice and baptism of faith, and it is hard to say how much self remains.

   Annihilate everything, leaving only one obsession to protect mankind and become the **** of chaos.

   At that time, it will really be the end of mankind.

  According to the urine nature of the subspace, the emperor who lost himself will definitely go to extremes after becoming a god.

  In order to protect the concept of human beings, what kind of things the distorted emperor will do is absolutely beyond the imagination of the world.

  This is why the emperor is unwilling to become a god.

  He knows exactly what God is.

  The lunatic pleasure and indulgence of the Eldar created Slaanesh.

  What will become of human suffering and protection?

   We must find a way to stop this process. Only in this way can the emperor's inevitable tragic fate be saved.

  Becoming a **** is a kind of harm to the emperor and human beings.

  The Imperial Guard Valano stood at the door, like a sculpture.

  In the battle with the devil, he suffered many injuries.

   Those wounds have only been treated briefly, but the pain is still tormenting him.

   But Valano didn't care at all, he stood at the gate with perseverance.

  Waiting for the end of the historic meeting between the Primarch and the Emperor.

   "My lord." Seeing Guilliman stepping down from the golden throne, Valanor said respectfully, "No one has ever been able to talk to the Emperor for such a long time like you."

  Guilliman froze for a moment, and he only said a few words, at best, it took only a few dozen minutes.

   "How long have I been there?"

   "Six hours later, you have spoken to the Emperor for six hours," said Custodian Marshal Valanor.

   "Six hours." Guilliman was stunned for a moment, then quickly covered up his gaffe.

  He cannot show his vulnerability to the world.

   Otherwise, it would be fatal to those who followed him.

   "Yes, my lord, you have been here for six hours."

   "I see, let's go. There are still things waiting for us to deal with outside." Guilliman walked towards the door of the throne room.

  Valanor followed closely behind him and helped him open the door of the throne room.

   It was already crowded outside, and countless devout believers came from all directions.

   Their eyes were wild and excited.

  As the heavy throne room door slowly opened, they all became agitated.

  When they saw Guilliman stepping out, they were all excited, their faces flushed, and some of them were yelling crazily, venting their difficulty in calming down

  The miracle of the emperor appeared before them alive.

  Guilliman is like an ancient myth returning to the world.

   "It is really him, the great Lord of Ultramar, the son of the Holy Emperor. He has not forgotten us. At the most critical moment for mankind, he sent his own son back."

  A pastor had tears in his eyes. He raised his withered hands and shouted reverently.

   "The Great Primarch."

   "Savior."

  The people were extremely excited, and under the leadership of the pastors, they shouted various slogans.

  Everyone is crying, even children are crying.

  The wife cries in the arms of her husband.

  The child clings to its mother and cries.

  Even men lose their dignity and let the tears run down their faces.

   They have experienced the blind day and experienced the terrible demon invasion.

   Everyone felt that hope was dead, and Terra would fall in blood and fire.

  When they will completely fall into the abyss.

he came.

  With hope and an army that destroys everything, it destroys all enemies and punishes all enemies of mankind.

  The powerful demon was killed by him with one blow.

   The traitor primarch who swept the Gray Knights and Custodians was easily suppressed by him.

  No existence is his opponent, he will destroy everything easily.

  The battle situation was easily reversed without any suspense.

   Isn't such a person the savior?

   Isn't it the manifestation of the emperor's miracle?

  When Guilliman stepped out and appeared in front of the world.

  The people in the front row knelt down in fear and fear, mobilizing many people and forming a large crowd.

  These people are extremely devout, and they are expressing their emotions in the most sincere way they think.

   "Get up, people of the empire." Guilliman stood on the high platform in front of the throne room door, his voice was firm and powerful, and everyone could hear him clearly without any equipment.

   Countless servo-skulls, cherubs levitate around the Primarch, pointing built-in video equipment at him.

   All of Terra watched the moment he emerged from the throne room.

  The people waited piously, waiting for a son of the Emperor to bring them the revelation of the Emperor.

  The Primarch's voice was broadcast live to the entire world through those devices.

"The mission of my return is to save you from the abyss of suffering and ignorance. My father has given me some hints. They are important enough to determine the future. But sorry, they are not yet revealed. My only All I can tell you is that all is well and that the dark days of misery and powerlessness are over. I assure you that the Empire will sweep away all enemies."

  The people listened to the Primarch's words, and responded with the most excited voices.

  Those who had humiliated the Primarch were all ashamed, weeping and confessing their sins.

   They were fooled by those **** bureaucrats into thinking the Primarch was a dastardly dastard trying to usurp his father's place1

  Now, they realize how wrong they were.

  The Primarch is the savior of mankind, the hope of the future, and the light of redemption of the Empire.

"Beauty and reason will come again, and I will finish my father's unfinished business, banish those monsters, depose those damned bureaucrats, and restore life and work on every planet." Guilliman said, "Sorry, I am absent Ten thousand years, but I promise that I will never miss the future again. We will sweep away those damned enemies, rebuild an empire that can make everyone happy, and all suffering will pass."

  His words made the crowd roar with excitement.

  But Guilliman didn't intend to continue talking, he still had a lot of things to deal with.

   The problem of demons and thugs has not been completely solved.

   Also about the reckoning of the Terran bureaucracy.

   and ruin reconstruction and the like.

  Time does not allow him to waste time here.

  He stepped onto the hovering airship protected by the Custodians and personal guards.

  People watched him leave with hopeful eyes, eager to hear more from him.

   They're too scared and want more commitment.

  Unfortunately, Guilliman is really too busy, and the burden of the entire empire rests on his shoulders.

  People can only make voices of regret, and discuss in whispers how the return of the Primarch will bring about changes.

  Guilliman stood on the hovering airship, thinking about his next plan.

  The purpose of his trip is to seek the approval of the emperor and strengthen the legitimacy of his rule of the empire.

   There is also the search for webway technologies and ways to revive other primarchs.

   Never expected that talking to the Emperor would be so strenuous and extremely exhausting. After only a few words, my brain felt like it was about to burst, and six hours passed in a flash.

  Before arriving on Terra, he envisioned the scene of meeting the Emperor many times.

   But I didn't expect such a scene.

  Of course, he got enough information.

  The fact that the emperor did not attack means that he recognized Guilliman's rule.

   Regardless of whether the Emperor has seen the soul of the time traveler in Guilliman's body, the Emperor has endorsed Guilliman's rule of the empire.

   His legitimacy to rule the Empire will no longer be questioned.

   Another important message is that the Emperor has had a hard time maintaining his humanity.

   From the final words, it can be seen that the Emperor has gone to great lengths to convey some important information to him.

   This is a very dangerous omen. The former emperor casually pulled people into his own small world.

   Now it is difficult to even speak.

   Suppressing his chaotic thoughts, Guilliman stopped thinking about the Emperor's situation.

   Instead, he began to think about two important pieces of information he got.

   Mordo and Mars.

   The name Modo is very special.

   Anyone who has carefully read the myths of ancient Terra will know this name.

  Modo is an evil **** worshiped by the ancient Canaanites, Hebrews, Levant and many other peoples in East Asia, North Africa, and the Mediterranean region.

  The method of offering sacrifices to the gods is very unique.

   That is, the believer sacrifices one of his children in exchange for the protection of the gods.

   Naturally, there is no such evil **** here in the human empire.

   The name Modo is the name of a planet.

  There is a portal on this planet that can directly lead to the depths of the subspace and reach the realm of the gods.

  The Emperor used this portal to contact the Chaos Gods, and even entered.

   It is worth mentioning that the warp engine can also help ships enter the warp.

  Using the subspace engine to enter the subspace and using the portal on the planet Modo to enter the subspace are not the same concept.

  The subspace is vast and boundless, and there is a distinction between shallow and deep layers, and it does not follow the laws of reality, so it is very chaotic.

  Ordinary people can't find a way to enter the realm of the gods.

  The portal of Modo can directly enter the realm of the gods, which is an area that subspace ships cannot reach.

  Wanting to use the subspace engine to enter the realm of the gods is like getting a sailboat from the South China Sea and sailing towards the Pacific Ocean to reach America.

   I'm afraid that the sailboat has been swallowed by countless crises in the deep sea before it arrives.

  There are some gossip that the Emperor used the portal on the planet Modo to enter the warp and reach a secret deal with the Chaos Gods.

  The emperor obtained from the evil **** of chaos the knowledge of forbidden witchcraft necessary for making the Primarch, as well as special materials.

   It is said that he took away part of the power of the warp space gods.

  After the transaction was completed, the Emperor simply chose to breach the contract without integrity, and sealed the subspace portal on Moro Planet.

   Just in case, an immortal and a large army were sent to guard the gate, fully displaying Lao Lai's style.

   For this reason, the Gods of Chaos regard the Emperor as a liar, a scoundrel, and a lifelong enemy.

   Then there was the subsequent Horus Rebellion.

   Judging from the fact that the four gods are fighting among themselves when they have nothing to do.

   Dealing with the Emperor may be the most united warp in history.

   Except for the threat of destruction brought by the Emperor.

  The emperor's glorious deeds of being deceived and plundered in the subspace in the past probably made the aborigines of the subspace resentful.

  In addition to the emperor, Horus also visited the planet Modo, where he received the blessings of the four gods.

   But his blessing is nothing like the Emperor's power.

  One is the power obtained by fighting, and the other is the power obtained by groveling. The two are completely incomparable.

  After being blessed, Horus' flagship of Vengeful Spirit began to be slowly polluted.

   Horus was unaware of this, complacent, thinking that he was the new master of the galaxy.

   As a result, they were controlled by the four gods and went to Terra to fight the Emperor.

   Modo.

  Guilliman repeated the name in his mind.

   This is one of the revelations given by the Emperor.

  The Primarchs are the hybrid creations of Warp and Reality. To recall and awaken them, the only way to solve this problem is from the source.

  Moduo is the source of everything.

   Only by visiting once can he find the answer to the question.

   After thinking about it, after Guilliman included the planet Mordo in his future plan, he thought about another revelation from the Emperor, which is the mysterious underground palace of Mars.

   Guilliman guessed that what the Emperor wanted to tell him was the Labyrinth of Noctis, where the Nether Dragon was imprisoned.

  The Nether Dragon is a star **** who possesses endless knowledge of the real universe.

  Able to harness the raw energy of unrefined black stone.

   played an important role in the Battle of Heaven.

  The Nether Dragon imprisoned in the Noxter Underground Palace is also considered to be the origin of Mechanicism, a plan prepared by the Emperor in the middle ages of mankind.

  The webway technology he needs may be found in the Noxter Dungeon.

  The Nether Dragon once participated in the Battle of Heaven, and the Old Ones are best at Webway and Warp.

  The Nether Dragon must have a deep understanding of the creations of the Old Sage, otherwise it would be impossible to fight.

  Guilliman suspects that the Emperor's technology is also obtained from the hands of the Nether Dragons, at least in part provided by the Nether Dragons.

  Maybe, I can also cheat some technology from this guy.

   In this universe, you must be able to deceive, kidnap and rob. It is difficult for a good person to survive.

   Modo and Mars are both must-go places.

  Recalling other Primarchs and building the webway are important things.

   is related to your next plan.

   There is no room for loss.

  Guilliman reviewed his plan in his mind, thinking about how to fill in the details or what to do to confuse the subspace, so that the other party could not guess his true intention.

  The most important thing in war is information.

   Fraud and anti-fraud are compulsory courses for a ruler.

   Only by fooling yourself can you fool the enemy.

   Now Guilliman understands why the Emperor likes to be a Riddler.

   It's good to have some plans that you know.

  Speaking out, of course, can win some people over, but it will also expose one's true cards, allowing the enemy to formulate more deadly plans.

  Back to the Lion's Gate area, the battle was basically over.

   Judges and machine slaves are cleaning up the battlefield, burning the corpses of the inanimate, cleaning the ground, and restoring order.

  Guilliman looked away after a few glances, let the airship move on, and looked at the situation outside the Lions Gate.

  The battle in the hive capital is not over yet, those low-level demons are entrenched in dark corners, gunshots sound from time to time, echoing in the empty city buildings.

  There are charred remains everywhere.

  Soldiers are gradually clearing the desecrated marks and flags on those buildings.

   Those thugs left their words on the building by various means.

   Call on people to resist tyranny, overthrow the corpse emperor, and pursue freedom.

  Guilliman expressed some disdain for these slogans.

   The promise of chaos is always beautiful, but the final outcome is so cruel.

   These cities are traumatized and in ruins.

  Many buildings have been trampled by the flames of war, scattered with dense bullet craters.

  In the dry and hot air, there was a smell like a mixture of burning corpses and blood, as well as the unique stench of subspace evil.

  There were unrecognizable corpses one after another on the side of the road.

  If it belongs to humans, it's okay, it's just placed aside.

   Those corpses that are seriously distorted and mutated will be incinerated by flamethrowers into charred corpses, which will be randomly piled aside, waiting for further processing by the logistics department.

  There are a lot of personal belongings on the side of the road, all kinds of furniture, leather bags, clothes, kitchen and bathroom supplies, all recovered from the ruins.

   Those contaminated properties have been burned, these are things that have been assessed and can continue to be used.

  The streets and alleys echoed with the sound of loudspeakers.

   Those voices announced the arrival of Imperial forces.

   Bring survivors who remain sane out of hiding for treatment and evaluation.

   Some empire citizens have been polluted by warp space, but they don't know it.

  When Guilliman's airship passed the street, he saw an unrecognizable woman kneeling on the ground and crying.

  Her face melted like burning wax.

   This is the characteristic of human beings being polluted by warp space.

  But the woman herself knew nothing about it. After hearing the propaganda from the imperial forces, she ran out of her hiding place, hoping to be rescued.

   But those soldiers were frightened by her appearance.

   They yelled monsters and raised their guns and shot the woman.

   "Why shoot me?" the woman asked, crying.

   It wasn't until she saw her own appearance in the broken mirror that she realized that she had turned into an abominable monster.

   She was shredded by artillery fire while screaming.

   This is a sad thing.

   All are suffering because of the Warp.

   Dazed and frightened, the people were placed in one place by the soldiers.

  If the previous procedures were followed, all living beings who came into contact with the warp would be executed or sterilized.

   Now men and women all over Terra have seen it.

  If such procedures are still carried out, the entire Terra will be empty, and this sacred world will fall into dead silence until a new batch of people fills it.

  Guilliman naturally would not choose that approach.

  He has shown his sword to Chaos and called on people to resist Chaos.

  Sometimes, some things are over-maintained, but the adaptability of human beings is ignored.

   Those who are poisoned by Chaos will always be poisoned, but those who bravely resist Chaos will also become stronger.

  Mankind has experienced many crises.

  But human beings have survived tenaciously.

  Facing chaos directly is a very difficult thing, but it is also an unavoidable problem.

  Many people need to know what they are fighting against, only in this way can they hold the weapon in their hands tightly.

  Guilliman is going to use Terra as a test field, build his own subspace firewall, and then expand it step by step, finally including the entire empire.

   This is a huge project, and he has to take his time to do it.

  The airship enters a camp where survivors live.

   Their faces were pale, they looked malnourished, and their clothes were also very dirty.

  Mechanical slave workers are holding whips and are urging them to build their own temporary residences.

   "Go down and have a look." Guilliman looked at the driver beside him.

  The other party nodded in trepidation, and controlled the airship to descend slowly.

   After the dock was stable, Guilliman stepped out of the metal platform and stepped on the hard ground.

  Those people watched him coming, coming from all directions involuntarily, with fear and a hint of fanaticism in their eyes.

   "Savior."

   I don't know who yelled first.

   Others also shouted.

  Many of them were already weak, but still tried to shout.

   "Don't use this kind of title." Guilliman said softly, "I should have done better, that would save you from suffering. Unfortunately, I couldn't do it, I'm sorry."

  Such words made the already excited believers cry.

   No high-ranking person has ever spoken so gently, and no one has apologized to them.

  Those officials will always be on top.

   "Don't cry, that will make me feel more guilty. I am here to ask what I should do for you. I can't just listen to the reports of those officials, I have to know what you think."

  The people looked at each other, and then a man in ragged clothes came out.

"The great Lord of Limits, the noble Regent of the Empire, the only person we are loyal to, thank you for listening, we need food. We are too hungry. Before the riot happened, the food was in short supply. After the riot, There is no food to satisfy our hunger."

  After the man finished speaking, he looked at Guilliman with some trepidation on his face.

  He knew his identity, and he knew Guilliman's identity.

  One is located in the holy heaven, and the other is located in the bottom of the filth.

  The gap between the two is unimaginable.

  The man was very nervous, he doubted whether the other party would really listen to his words.

"This is a problem that I have neglected to consider. Food has been transported to Terra's low-earth orbit with the arrival of the expedition fleet. The enemy's business has made me forget this problem." Guilliman said slightly apologetically , making the man flushed and almost unable to breathe.

  Guilliman opened the communication and contacted those officials who were loyal to him.

   "Arrange people to distribute the food as soon as possible, and don't let the survivors wait hungry."

   "Got it, Lord Regent."

  The voice of the official came from the communication.

  Seeing that Guilliman would really solve the problem, the crowd suddenly became commotion.

  A woman rushed out excitedly, before the Imperial Army and the Honor Guard could react.

  She knelt in front of Guilliman, and kissed Guilliman's boots that were bigger than her waist devoutly.

"I ask you to be in charge, my lord, for the souls who are persecuted. We are persecuted by the officials of the Ministry of Justice, who often detain people on false charges and demand payment. My husband was forced to Serving hard labor until death, I hope to get a justice."

  Two five or six-year-old children also squeezed in from the crowd. They hugged their mother and looked at Guilliman with horror and anxiety in their eyes.

  Guilliman bent his knees and helped the woman up.

  This action is actually quite difficult for a giant like him.

  The woman's delicate and petite shoulders were as light as nothing, and Guilliman had to be careful enough to avoid hurting her.

   "I will help you." After Guilliman asked the woman to stand up, "I came here for this, reason and fairness."

   After saying this, Guilliman looked at the others, "You are the same, if you have grievances and needs in your heart, you can tell them, and I will listen to them one by one."

  Hearing this, another man also came out.

   More people follow.

   They hated and suffered from Terra's bureaucracy.

   Today, with the help of the Primarch, they may be able to wipe out those corrupt ones and make them pay for their past crimes.

  Standing in the scorched ruins, an indescribably sad look appeared on Haster's face.

  The former luxurious Imperial Chancellery has been destroyed, and those luxurious sculptures, famous paintings, and various symbols of wealth have been destroyed or looted.

  Hast wandered among the ruins, like a corpse that had lost its soul.

  He has been received by Tyrian many times here.

  Every time, Tyrian would shake a glass of red wine, taste fresh fruit sent from other agricultural worlds, and talk to him about the situation in Cadia and the help he could provide.

  Tirion is not a good person.

  In order to gain power, he will also conspire to frame his opponents, or use various despicable methods to suppress political opponents.

  Everything those shameless politicians can do, he can do, and better.

   But Haster knew that Tyrian was definitely a loyal servant of the Emperor.

  He conscientiously wandered among the top elite circles of Terra, trying his best to restore the former glory of human beings.

  After Tyrian became Prime Minister of the Empire, he has been working hard for Cadia's affairs. At the same time, he also proposed to lift the ban on the holy scriptures and the forbidden army several times.

  Hast felt very ironic.

  In the past, every time Tyrian proposed to lift the ban on the sacred scriptures and the forbidden army, those high lords would refute the unchangeable things left by the imperial marshal Guilliman.

  When Guilliman really returned, Tyrian, who had always wanted to break the rules set by Guilliman, became Guilliman's loyal supporter.

  And those high lords who used to say that the Grand Marshal of the Empire, Guilliman's rules can't be wrong, changed their faces one by one, and even planned the incident of Beta Garmon.

  Hast stroked the charred remains of the ruins, feeling more and more sad.

  If Tyrian is still alive, he will be the right-hand man of the Primarch, able to make great achievements in the new era in the future.

   But fate was so dramatic that an ideal man fell on the eve of victory.

   Obviously persisted for so long, just persist for a few more days.

   It's just these few days, it's the era that Tyrian has dreamed of for a long time.

  Humanity returns to the great age of glory days.

  Hast was immersed in grief, and sat on a scorched iron and wood chair in a state of despair.

   Even if his uniform is stained with black stains, he doesn't care.

  He could imagine the terror of Tyrian before he died.

  Tirion is a man who understands righteousness, but Tirion is not a tough guy, any soldier can beat him up.

   Facing those crazy thugs, the fat Tirian would probably be scared out of his wits.

  Thinking of these, Haster is even more sad.

  If there was no Tyrian, the direction of the Beta-Garmon galaxy would definitely be different.

  Tirion protected the empire by himself, saved the empire from being torn apart by the civil war, and saved countless lives.

  But he died in the hands of the thugs, isolated and helpless, tortured and killed alive, even the body could not be found.

   "My lord, there is an entrance here, and there seems to be someone inside."

  The voice of a Cadia soldier sounded.

  Hearing this, Haster jumped up with a carp.

   A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in my heart.

   Maybe Tyrian wasn't dead, just his servant.

   How could a coward like the Prime Minister of the Empire die? He must have gone into hiding.

  Hast quickly walked towards the entrance that the soldiers found.

  It was a very secret cave.

   It was designed ingeniously, with a small set of life support devices inside that could last for a year.

   But the person found inside disappointed Haster.

  Haster didn't see the miracle, didn't see the fat prime minister with a big belly stretched out his hand to him, and gave him a bureaucratic greeting.

  There is only an old man who is in a trance and is about to go crazy.

  He was wearing servant clothes, and he looked in a very bad state of mind.

  Curled up in the corner, repeating a few raving words.

  Murder, remember, remember, Iltu, remember.

   A disappointed Haster stood beside the old man. When he listened to these words, his eyes became serious.

  He crouched in front of the old servant.

  During the days of riots, the old man's mental state was on the verge of collapse.

  Hast stretched out his hand to push away the old man's filthy hair that covered his face, causing the old man to scream in horror.

   It looked like she was extremely scared.

   He was terrified by the horrific whispers and shadows that loomed everywhere.

  Even though the old man was struggling, Haster could still see the other person clearly.

  The old man is Tyrian's loyal servant, and the whole family has served Tyrian for generations.

   "What did you say?" Haster noticed some problems from the other party's raving.

   "Murder, Yiertu, murder, Yiertu." The old man shouted.

   "What do you think happened to Irtu?" Haster asked.

   "Murder, murder, blood, poison, murder." The old man screamed in horror, his sanity had collapsed, and only these scattered words were firmly remembered in his heart.

   "You said Tyrian was poisoned by Iltu?" Haster's heart was in a turmoil. If such words spread, he would cause big trouble.

  Whether it is true or not, it will cause a huge wave, or even a storm, in Terra.

   "Murder." The old man cried.

  His sanity recovered a little for a short time.

   spoke a complete sentence to Haster.

   "Master murdered."

  Hast stood up.

  Countless thoughts flashed through his mind like flashes of lightning.

   Murder.

   Could it be that Tirion was not killed by the mob, but by someone else.

  The status of the Prime Minister of the Empire is extremely special, and he is one of the few top powerful figures in Terra.

   Such a character was killed in his own home by mobs who broke into the mansion.

   This is undoubtedly an extremely incredible thing.

  Hast stood up, he realized that the truth in it must be very scary, and it is likely to involve the high lord.

  After the Beta-Garmon incident, the rule of the High Lords Council has basically come to an end.

   Primarch absolutely impossible to keep them.

  Cobeta-Garmon was involved in many things, and almost all the dignitaries on Terra were involved.

  And these Terra dignitaries have close ties with other regions of the empire, and are even the spokespersons of the families in those regions.

  As long as the nobles who can gain a firm foothold in Terra have their own basic disk, that is, the galaxy and star area run by their own family.

  Moving Terra will undoubtedly involve the entire empire.

  The banning of the High Lords Council means the banning of the House of Representatives and the House of Representatives, and the entire empire will usher in a huge change.

  This reform can take anywhere from ten years to twenty or thirty years before it is possible to initially see results.

  But once Ryan's death is exposed, the High Lords Council may be dissolved early, and Terra's bureaucrats will be purged under the angry public opinion.

   Those planets that have not accepted the idea of ​​Primarch reform and are still ruled by nobles will also usher in a political earthquake.

   This is no joke.

  When the empire was in crisis, the high lords and many dignitaries still wanted to maintain their power, ignoring the plight of human beings.

  The civil war that did not break out in the Beta-Garmon galaxy has made many people dissatisfied.

  Once the murder of Tyrian by the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Iltu, is exposed, no matter how stupid people are, they will no longer think about supporting the current bureaucratic system.

"Protect him." Hastur looked at the soldiers on the side, "Let the outside troops bring in a Chimera personnel carrier, don't let anyone communicate with him, I'll go now. See the Primarch, and help him by the way Find two doctors you can trust."

  The soldiers froze for a moment, "As for it? My lord."

   "The storm is coming." Haster said solemnly, "He will be the source of the storm."

   Obedience, loyalty, order.

   These titles are inscribed on every wall, on every pillar.

  Those servo skulls and drones are repeating the same catchphrase.

   Kundas stood in the queue extremely exhausted.

  This is the rescue point, responsible for pulling those unlucky ones who have not fallen or died from the brink of hell.

   There were shouts of soldiers everywhere as they dragged out the bodies of the thugs and threw them in a heap.

  Hundreds of men and women were recruited as laborers, and they took crude tools to clean up blood and broken limbs.

   "Please, I am loyal to the Emperor." A man cried to the inspectors.

   "You have found a mark of chaos on your body, this is a shameful betrayal." The inspector pushed him away.

  The man knelt on the ground in despair, hoping to survive.

   Soldiers who can maintain order have no sympathy or mercy.

  Two soldiers came out and they dragged the man aside and made him kneel on the ground.

   Accompanied by the sizzle of laser guns.

  The man fell to the ground.

  A burnt smell came.

  The corpse was lifted up by the laborers and thrown into the pile of corpses where the mob was.

   "Continue to check and maintain order." A soldier pushed those curious people back to his team.

   "Remove all clothing, inspect and rinse."

   said a man in charge of inspection.

   Cumbis took off the stained clothes, put them in the designated place, and continued to line up naked.

   Those inspectors have no mercy, they will use the instrument to test everyone who passes, and then give them a new pair.

   Such means are to avoid the pollution of chaos.

  The man just now is an example of being polluted.

  Everyone who is contaminated will be executed without mercy.

  The naked Quinbys walked to the designated place tiredly, and a machine slave pointed at him with a pipe of mixed disinfectant pipe.

  Icy cold disinfectant water washed over Cumbis's body, washing away the filth on his body.

  Quinbys trembled involuntarily.

it's too cold.

  After rinsing, he was dripping with water all over his body, walked up to the inspector, stretched his arms, and asked the inspector to conduct the inspection.

   "Come to the machine," said the inspector.

  Quimbis glanced at the muzzle of the soldier next to him that was shining with an arc, and followed the order of the other party nervously and walked up.

   If the light turns red, the soldiers will just drag him away.

  The pile of corpses piled up like a hill will have another unlucky person.

  Fortunately not.

The    LED turns green.

   "Congratulations, friend, all suffering is over." The inspector smiled at him.

  I hope so, Cumbis thought.

  He smiled back at the inspector, and then followed the line into the decontamination area that had been cleaned several times to ensure that there were no thugs and demons.

  He gets a clean suit and is stuffed into a new one, which is in line.

   Everyone has a job, and Quimbies is no exception.

   After queuing for three hours and almost fainting from hunger, it was finally Cumbis' turn.

   "Name, citizen number?" The clerk asked without looking up.

  Quinbys said his number and name, and the other party bowed his head and entered it to check the relevant information.

"Third-level worker, originally lived in the C-451 residential area. It has been destroyed there. You go to the new residential area. Here are subsidy credit vouchers and food stamps for you. You will be assigned to work in a team. The original benefits will be restored after the relevant departments are rebuilt."

  The clerk looked up and handed Cumbis a document with the smell of ink on it, and the golden double-headed eagle was particularly conspicuous.

   Cumbis took it and walked away.

   Public vehicles leave this place at all times.

  Following the instructions on the document, Cumbis got on the designated public vehicle and headed to his new assigned residential area.

  The news of the Imperial Daily is broadcast on the public vehicle.

  The handsome host has disappeared

  That guy often impassionedly advocated the Primarch threat theory, describing the Primarch as the Exterminator, a despicable person who usurped his father's place.

  Replacing that guy is a more mature-looking host.

"The Supreme Regent of the Empire arrived at Holy Terra yesterday, and the people of Terra lined the road to welcome him. Officials at all levels said that the Regent of the Empire is the most suitable leader in their hearts to lead mankind, and they will unite closely with the Primarch to create The new splendor of the empire and the great rise of mankind."

   Cumbis sneered at this, stopped paying attention to these fake news, and turned to look at the window of the public vehicle.

  The wide streets are lined with tents, which are people's temporary residences. Many houses have been destroyed and must be repaired before they can be moved in.

  For this reason, those refugees can only live on the streets and participate in labor until everything returns to normal.

  (end of this chapter)