Chapter 471 Imperial Regent: No way, don’t try to harm me!
After Ron sent the communication, he patiently waited for the battle report from the front line and the arrival of the high lord.
at the same time.
The swarms of Redemption Titans that have descended on various places have launched attacks, causing the entire planet to fall into panic.
"This is a trial for heretics and traitors. All irrelevant personnel should leave the war zone immediately!
Repeat, this is for heretics and traitors..."
Accompanied by the piercing warning, thunderous steps headed towards the fortresses everywhere. The void shields and the preheating light of the muzzles could be clearly seen in the thick smoke.
Navigator area.
This area occupies a vast area in Holy Terra, and every powerful Navigator family will build a clan palace here.
They used their vast wealth to decorate everything with splendor.
The palace of the leader of the navigators and the father of the new star is located in the center of this area, occupying more than a quarter of the location.
Protected by layers of shield facilities and artillery arrays.
It was a peaceful and solid area, and the navigators never feared for their safety.
Because the role of the navigator is difficult to replace, it has a special legal status and the entire region has unique autonomy.
Not even the Tribunal is eligible to enter.
Unless there is a formal invitation, or there is a definite violation of imperial laws.
The Navigator families are all extremely wealthy, extremely arrogant, and extremely corrupt. In their spare time, they either indulge in extremely luxurious lives or engage in various political struggles on Holy Terra.
They are not trying to gain anything.
Because I already have too much, I just want to use it to bring a little excitement to my extravagant and boring life.
Blinded by their arrogance and privileged position, they openly turned against a Primarch.
Now, the behemoth of the savior has entered here, ignoring any laws and pleadings.
Those roars were like the footsteps of death, and the navigators hid in the palace and shivered.
But they know that none of this can protect themselves.
"No, Emperor, we cannot stop these war machines..."
The elder of the authoritative family had tears of fear in all three of his eyes, which looked very funny.
These guys who are inbred in order to maintain family privileges often have a slight distortion in their appearance and look a little smart.
The elders and navigators were at a loss.
They are afraid of their own death, afraid of losing all this luxury.
Especially after learning that the savior was going to drive a Titan to squeeze out his brains.
Even the defensive artillery array could not be activated due to confusion, or they themselves were not very good at controlling those creations.
It's just learning from other forces and buying them as a facade.
After all, this is the central area of Holy Terra, what danger could there be?
Boom boom boom——
The artillery array finally lit up, randomly bombarding the Redemption Titan's shield without causing any damage.
More fell into the surrounding palaces.
The elder watched helplessly as his palace collapsed and was trampled by the divine machine, but it was too late for him to feel distressed.
"Where is the father of Nova?!"
The elder shouted hurriedly: "This is all the fault of the father of Nova. He provoked the primarch. He must come out and pay the price for all this!"
The Navigators wished to hand over the Nova Father in order to gain the Primarch's forgiveness.
However, that existence has disappeared.
This makes them even more desperate.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, we surrender, we are willing to surrender!"
These natural psykers are not even willing to use their psychic powers to resist, even if they are not good at fighting.
Terra Court.
Fortress of the Rosskafleur family.
Thirteen Emperor-class Titans and a swarm of more Titans and Knights surrounded this area. The turmoil caused by their advancing pace alone caused earthquakes.
The void shield above the fortress flickered helplessly, but no one thought it could withstand such a scale of divine machinery.
"All armed forces occupy important areas as quickly as possible. We must obtain the qualifications to negotiate before the fortress array is destroyed!"
Ovileta shouted frantically, trying to make a final struggle.
He knew that he could not surrender. The Primarch would not let him go so easily unless he could threaten something more valuable.
However, the screams in the channel became more intense, and more and more armed departments refused to respond.
You are setting yourself up for failure.
"Where is our forbidden weapon, activate it!"
Oveleta roared angrily and asked the technical servants to carry out an ancient psychic facility.
Aim it at the area that redeems the Titan.
Accompanied by whispers, terrifying psychic pressure condensed on the tip of the muzzle-like area.
Zila~
Unfortunately, before the psychic facility could launch an attack, it was hit by a powerful stream of psychic dark matter.
The surrounding technical servants turned into black liquid, and the central psychic facility area collapsed into a psychic vortex, causing more damage.
Their forbidden weapons were destroyed, and it was the psychic model of the Redemption Titan that launched the attack!
It was a divine machine creation specially designed to deal with psychic powers.
Originally, only the Order of Omen of the Forbidden Army could possess such a psychic Titan, but now the Savior also has such a terrifying forbidden divine machine.
Bang bang bang——
The Apocalypse missile launchers on the backs of the thirteen Emperor-class Redemption Titans poured out devastating weapons, and the artillery fire from the other Titans and Knights also began to roar.
Oblivion Plasma Cannons, Hellstorm Cannons, Plasma Annihilators, Gravity Detonation Cannons, Turbo Laser Destruction Cannons, Seismic Cannons, etc. poured out.
Many artillery fires made the dusky sky colorful, and the sky of Holy Terra was burning.
The curtain of fire of death and destruction covered the fortress of heresy and rebellion, like an apocalyptic punishment!
Layer after layer of void shields and force fields were disintegrated.
Buzz! ! !
The huge Cryus siege drill spun at extremely high speed.
Several Wallbreaker model heavy Titans stepped on the remains of super-heavy tanks, artillery and more flesh and blood, and came to the edge of the fortress wall.
The collision between the siege drill and the ceramite armor of the city wall erupted with dazzling sparks.
This strong fortress in the core area of Holy Terra is crumbling under the attack of the Redemption Titan cluster.
Even though it was originally designed, the purpose of this fortress was to defend against disasters like the Horus Heresy.
Allowing the beings inside to survive the Legion's siege for several years.
But no one expected that the savior could mobilize more divine power than the original Imperial Warmaster.
"Your wall-breaking honor crew better hurry up, the savior can't wait any longer!"
The Command Titan sent out a signal.
From the attack to now, they haven't felt any pressure, it's almost like an outing.
The only regret is that this time the offensive force is too saturated and there is no chance to express itself.
Those department stations that had not been attacked were also thrown into panic. Although their high lords were not declared heretics and rebels, the savior still sent out a group of Redemption Titans in the name of protection.
The Titan Divine Machine, exuding a strong sense of coercion, stood quietly on the square of the hive building, humming slightly.
It seemed like it would activate in the next second, unleashing destruction.
Its shadow casts over one building after another.
All the high lords who remained neutral became nervous, especially after receiving the savior's communication, which was a threat.
They tried to come up with a solution.
But no one is willing to take the risk and say anything. After all, there is suspicion of confronting the Primarch of Hope.
The high lords were unwilling to go to the Senate.
They all know that once they arrive in that area, it means obedience and they have to accept the arrangement obediently.
Maybe you will lose all your rights.
But if he didn't go, he might be declared a heretic and rebellious by the original body and be hit.
It can be described as a dilemma.
"How do we respond to a situation like this?"
Amidst the roar of artillery fire, Cleopatra, the Supreme Lord and representative of the Tribunal, summoned the leaders of all religious orders and said with a frown: "You are talking!"
At this moment, the Grand Inquisitor felt like resigning.
Due to the special and loose organizational model, the Inquisition Representative is not a lifelong position, but only serves a five-year term.
Its only role is to represent the Inquisition in the Council of the High Lords.
This position is not an honor that the Inquisitors seek to pursue, but more like a five-year paid sabbatical.
Most inquisitors prefer to be the head of an organization or lurk in dangerous star fields to investigate and deal with traitors.
Rather than arguing with a bunch of rotten old guys in an ancient theater.
Cleopatra was numb.
I just wanted to take a vacation, how could such a hot potato be handed over to me?
If the Tribunal loses more power in its own hands, how will it explain to its colleagues?
I'm afraid I'll get slapped!
Due to their special powers, the Inquisitors are considered to be one of the most promiscuous groups in the empire, and they often engage in some outrageous actions.
Their views on the Primarch were mixed.
The Purists tend to reject the Primarch of Hope, especially the scripted ones.
They firmly believe that everything in the Imperium must remain as it is, and that even the slightest change would be a treason against the Emperor.
Simplify government procedures?
heresy!
Improve people's lives?
heresy!
The Primarch has returned?
Or maybe it’s a heretic!
The same is true for the human supremacy faction.
Because the connection between the original body and the aliens is too close, and they believe that only pure humans are qualified to survive in this universe.
The radicals supported the Primarch of Hope more.
For example, the old people and the new people believe that the empire cannot be saved if it continues like this, and must undergo drastic changes and reorganization.
The alienists also feel that the original body is to their liking. They believe that the empire's extreme rejection of aliens has disadvantages rather than benefits. Even if aliens have no strengths to learn from, they still have value.
Especially when it comes to fighting chaos.
The Xansius faction, the most radical radical group, admires some of the behaviors of the original body even more. They feel that only by using the power of Chaos can we defeat Chaos.
Whenever the opportunity arises, Chaos weapons must be used.
Therefore, the radicals of the Tribunal often cooperate with the Tribunal of Erth and get along very happily.
Nowadays, both the purists and the radicals are confused by the bold behavior of the Primarch of Hope.
That being broke into the Senate, which symbolized the supreme power of the empire, and attempted to control all authority.
Originally, the Urth Tribunal often stole the business of the Imperial Tribunal. Once that person takes control of the power, the Urth Tribunal may become even more arrogant.
Wouldn’t people like myself have to be laid off and unemployed?
But they don't have the ability to resist. What if the Titan swarm outside rushes in?
Cleopatra sat upright in her seat, looking like a salty fish.
He really doesn't want to get involved in these power struggles.
This Grand Inquisitor is the leader of the Shining Silver Faction. He only wants to become a necromancer and is keen on learning witchcraft that can bring souls back from the subspace.
It was hoped that the Emperor would be resurrected in this way.
This guy still wants to end his term as soon as possible and practice his latest witchcraft.
Although this often leads to relatively chaotic results.
In the team of the Demonic Tribunal, Gray Knight Grand Master Ke Wen is at the front of the team, leisurely and leisurely.
He has no worries.
Since his outing in the Garden of Nurgle, his prestige among the Gray Knights and even the Demonic Tribunal has increased.
Not even the Supreme Master can compare.
After all, he is the only one in the Demonic Tribunal who has led a team to face the evil god Nurgle. This is almost the highest honorary mission of the Tribunal.
It is said that the Grand Master of the Gray Knights, in a fit of rage, destroyed a high-ranking Nurgle Daemon with his slide shovel.
And fired at Nurgle's rotten hand!
Of course, Kewen would never admit that he just fired under extreme stress, and the bullet did not cause any damage to Nurgle.
It is estimated that the Chaos Evil God doesn't even know about this.
But this did not affect his colleagues in the Demon Tribunal, who were envious and jealous of him and the Gray Knights who went to the Garden of Nurgle together.
Especially when passing by the honor banner of the Seventh Brotherhood with demon bones and Nurgle skin fragments attached.
Those gadgets were brought back for study by the Gray Knights during their outings, and they were all completely inactivated by the burning of the holy ashes bombs.
Ke Wen looked at his frowning colleagues in the Tribunal and couldn't help but straighten his back.
In any case, this matter will not have any impact on myself.
After all, he and the Seventh Brotherhood have defected to the Savior, and their relationship is very strong!
Suddenly, the conference hall of the Tribunal became silent.
at the same time.
Ke Wen noticed that eyes were focused on him, and the representative of the Tribunal left his seat at some point.
Coming this way.
For a moment, all eyes shifted.
Cleopatra, the representative of the Tribunal, came to Ke Wen and showed a smile: "Your Excellency Ke Wen, do you have a good relationship with the Savior?"
"We have worked side by side on the most difficult battlefields to destroy heresy and evil spirits."
Kewen nodded, that was the honor that belonged to the Gray Knight.
"For the Emperor, and for the future of the Inquisition, perhaps it's time for you to take on more responsibilities."
Cleopatra was very satisfied, and even more relieved.
He looked at everyone: "My term as the representative of the Tribunal is coming to an end, and it is time to step down early. I hereby recommend that Mr. Ke Wen be elected as the new representative of the Tribunal."
There is not much of a hierarchy within the Inquisition, but more of a collection of beliefs and ideas that are solely responsible to the great Emperor. The Grand Master of the Gray Knights, Coven, is qualified to become a representative of the Tribunal, not to mention he has such a dazzling honor.
More importantly, he has a better relationship with the Savior.
He can strive to retain more power for the Tribunal in this coup reform, and it is not easy to offend that existence.
"On behalf of your lord, is this not appropriate?"
These words caught Ke Wen off guard and made him a little confused.
As the head of the special force of the Tribunal, he is only responsible for dealing with heretical demons and has no contact with any politics.
How can I serve as a representative of the Tribunal?
And he is not willing to argue with those old guys at various meetings.
I can only kill demons, but I just want to get more holy ashes bombs to bomb the heretics and evil spirits!
"My Emperor, you are the most suitable candidate."
Cleopatra was much shorter than Covin, but she still managed to hold the great mentor's hand: "There is no one more suitable to be the representative of the Tribunal than you now."
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Hearing this, the other heads of judges also nodded in agreement without any disagreement.
Although the judges usually do some tricks that ordinary people cannot understand, there is no doubt that they are the elite of the empire and have received a good education since childhood.
I still have basic political sense and IQ.
"Look, everyone agrees."
Cleopatra was afraid that something might happen, so she spoke very quickly as if she was passing the blame: "I announce that emergency procedure No. 856 of the Tribunal will now be initiated, and the Gray Knight Grand Master Covin will be appointed as the new Tribunal representative in advance.
The fate of your colleagues lies in your hands! ”
Upon hearing this, the judges all put their hands on their chests and expressed their agreement to the appointment with the etiquette of the court.
That means that the appointment has been approved, and the relevant documents, badges, seals, etc. will be further confirmed later, and relevant personnel will cooperate with the work.
But that's not important.
Importantly, they now need Corwin to represent the Inquisition in dealings with the stern Primarch of Hope.
"But...I haven't agreed yet!"
Kewen was a little anxious, surrounded by the special etiquette of the inquisitor and colleagues.
However, I don’t know when, the robe of Cleopatra, the former representative of the Inquisition, has been draped on him.
It itself is missing.
The Grand Master of the Gray Knight's tall body looked a bit nondescript wearing the representative robe that was obviously shorter.
At this time, new news came:
"The high lords of the Star Torch Court and the Archives Department have already set off on the shuttle ship to the Senate!"
This made the judges even more anxious.
Arriving at such an important moment as soon as possible is an important political signal in itself.
They have the right man in place and must seize the opportunity.
"Hurry, prepare the shuttle!"
"It's too late, use witchcraft to teleport!"
In the hall.
The witchcraft formation formed by psychic energy flickered, covering the new Tribunal representative Ke Wen who was in a state of confusion.
It was teleported to the outskirts of the Senate.
……
Court of Assassins.
This imperial secret organization initially acted independently under the leadership of Imperial Regent Malcador and was his personal secret organization.
To check and balance other departments and deal with some heretics and rebellions for the empire.
The Emperor allowed it to exist.
No one wants to mess with the Court of Assassins unless they are tired of living.
Any existence within the empire, from the low-level residents of the most remote hives to the high lords of Holy Terra, may die suddenly on the spot at any time.
For example, being sniped from a distance by a forbidden weapon, having your brains spilled out, being disemboweled by a madman, or swallowing your usual food and never being able to wake up again due to ancient toxins.
Those assassins can appear anywhere, waiting patiently for decades or hundreds of years to initiate the attack on their target at any time.
They even possess the ability to assassinate the Primarch.
However, after the Horus Heresy, the increasingly formalized Assassin Court no longer had discretionary power. Only the High Lords Council had the power to vote and pass assassination orders.
Kill some heretics and rebels.
This ensured the safety of the empire's high-ranking classes to a certain extent, and also made them more unscrupulous.
Today, the Assassin Court is quiet, but the looming shadows indicate that high-level assassins are gathering, but they are not exposed to the sun.
The tall figure of High Lord and Lord of Assassins Idia was covered in liquid clothing, forming a perfect tights and further highlighting her figure.
Even some special curves.
But it's all wrapped in a thick black robe.
She was new to this role, a taciturn man whose previous master of assassins was a legend named Fadis.
Killed high lords involved in the rebellion and their accomplices.
But after this incident.
The legend no longer participated in the Council of Supreme Lords and disappeared from then on, so as not to cause unnecessary suspicion and panic.
Edea took over the mission, although she didn't like sitting with guys who might be assassination targets.
Now she was going to meet the Primarch.
Perhaps, the Assassin's Court will make a big move with the permission of the Senate.
Edea moved forward steadily, and even the earthquake caused by the roar of artillery fire could not shake her body in any way.
She quietly stepped into the cabin and sat in a dark corner as usual.
Afterwards, this special shuttle entered a state of stealth, avoiding sight and radar detection.
Then quietly went to the Senate...
——
senate.
"This shabby seat will hurt my butt after sitting for a long time. I'll make a sofa here later."
Ron leaned back, muttered, and looked at the time again.
He already had an absolute advantage in this power struggle, and there was basically no chance of any surprises happening.
The next step is to wait for the high lords to meet and formally take over the legal system and power.
Looking at it a little more, this is almost equivalent to the "enthronement ceremony".
Although it is not stated explicitly.
But who arrived first and who arrived last must be recorded in the book.
As for those who haven’t arrived, they will be blacklisted directly!
Suddenly, Ron noticed the sound of hurried footsteps, and he was very loyal as soon as he heard it.
"Lord Savior!"
The high lord's voice was pious and had a hint of flattery.
Ron looked up and saw an unexpected person.
He frowned slightly: "Why are you here?!"
I really didn't expect that the first person to come would be one of the members of the Federation of Light - the Father of the New Star.
What I just said is that all high lords who are still loyal should come.
I don’t know if that guy is smart or stupid, he just came here so carelessly, and he’s not afraid of killing him on the spot?
"Lord Savior, please accept my loyalty!"
Faced with the gaze of the original body, the dignified high lord and father of the new star fell to his knees on the ground without any courage to resist.
His voice trembled and tears fell:
"I am willing to accept all your punishments, and the Navigator family is willing to follow your leadership unconditionally."
After the father of the new star heard that the savior was going to drive a Titan to crush his head, he immediately came over and wanted to be loyal.
Ron looked at the father of Nova, a little speechless.
Because normally a navigator cannot launch a rebellion or weaken the empire.
They depend on the empire for survival and may have an important role, but they are not absolutely irreplaceable.
Therefore, apart from squandering their wealth, they generally cannot do anything big.
This time, the father of the new star followed the Federation of Light to do things. He was a good guy and fun-loving, and it would have no impact at all whether or not he was there.
The whole process was just to make up for it.
It's more likely that he was coaxed into confusion by those guys.
Ron hesitated to kill this guy.
But after thinking about it, he still didn't do it: "I can spare your life, but you and the Navigator family must accept punishment."
After he decided that this matter was over, he would hand the guy over to the Imperial Guard and throw him into the prison of the palace to atone for his sins.
When you can come out depends on your mood.
As for the position of high lord, it is still retained by the father of the new star, and there will be no new candidates.
This will also allow him to better control the Navigator family, and use this incident to cleanse those extremely rich guys.
Search your home carefully for any evidence of heresy and rebellion, and confiscate everything!
In fact, the Emperor was disgusted with the Navigator family's use of their authority to amass large amounts of wealth and blindly participate in politics.
He planned to conduct a major cleansing after the webway was repaired.
It's a pity that the Emperor sat on the golden toilet during the process of building the webway, and the matter fell into nothing.
Now I just happened to do it for him.
Ron raised his hand and pointed, and the father of the new star stayed in the corner obediently.
Now he only deserves to sit at the children's table.
After that, more high lords arrived one after another, such as several of his allies, the Minister of Archives, the host of the Star Torch Court, the host of the Star Language Court, and so on.
On the contrary, the arrival of the Gray Knight's great mentor Ke Wen somewhat surprised me.
"Do you have any questions?"
Ron found that everyone was looking at him a little strangely, and he was a little confused.
Do they feel they are unworthy of sitting in the chair of Parliament?
The high lords looked at the Primarch of Hope sitting on the throne, and then at the three ferocious Redemption Titans behind the throne that were roaring faintly and overlooking them.
They swallowed, not daring to say anything or ask anything.
Hope that the Primarch was unscrupulous in Holy Terra and sat in the position of the Emperor was obviously a deliberate act.
Is it possible that they can still push him out of that position?
Especially when these people saw the face looming in the night sky behind the original body of hope, they became even quieter.
That is the face of the Primarch of Hope composed of countless battleships in space.
It can only be said that that being knows how to intimidate, and they really don't dare to move.
Soon, the Imperial Regent Guilliman also rushed over.
When he saw where the savior was sitting, he frowned: "Brother Ron, this position..."
The imperial regent was thinking, considering what measures to take to get his brother to step down from his father's position.
And it didn’t seem right to say that on the spot.
"The Prince Regent is here!"
Ron stood up to welcome Guilliman warmly as soon as he arrived.
After seeing the other party's gaze, he understood even more clearly. He was really disrespecting Lao Ji by sitting in the chairman's position at this time.
After all, he is still the regent of the empire.
They had originally discussed that after taking control of the Council of Elders, they would become the chief of the council, while Guilliman would continue to be the regent of the empire, and then they would work together to promote reforms.
Anyway, he didn't want to bother working so hard in Holy Terra for the time being, he had to rush back to deal with his own webway.
Just put some people in and control the power.
This is just a position, and I have to give face to Lao Ji, the imperial regent.
The existence of this world values similar treatment or honor the most.
"Come on, come on, Imperial Regent, please take a seat!"
Ron enthusiastically went over and took Guilliman's hand, asking him to sit down on the throne.
"No need, I'll just sit next to you."
However, Guilliman seemed somewhat resistant and refused the offer.
I am only the regent of the empire, not the master of the empire, so sitting in this position will have a bad influence.
What's more, he didn't dare.
His father is not really dead, he still retains his will.
He still remembered how his strict father treated the Primarch who violated his authority.
The image of Luojia being forced to kneel in front of his father, himself and the soldiers was still vivid in his mind.
That was unspeakable humiliation.
Now let him sit on the throne that symbolizes his father's power. Isn't it harming himself? The affairs of the Second Empire are not over yet!
"Oh, why are you so polite? Who among us is following whom?"
Ron thought that Guilliman was making concessions to him. Maybe the ancient throne world of Holy Terra had similar customs, right?
Sit down, you!
He used the trick he used during the New Year visit with relatives, and without noticing, he pushed Guilliman down and sat on the throne.
Finally satisfied.
At this time, a roar suddenly came from the depths of the Holy Terra Palace.
The spiritual will from the Golden Throne awakened and spread to the surrounding areas, especially this ancient parliament building.
"Hiss~ Why did the Emperor wake up..."
Ron frowned slightly and muttered: "Could it be that the earthquake caused by Titan affected the Golden Throne? His old man wouldn't be angry, right?"
The psychic consciousness seemed to be wondering about the changes in Holy Terra, so it swept over and stayed here.
At this moment, Guilliman, who was sitting on the emperor's throne, was sweating profusely...
(End of chapter)