Chapter 638 Judgment (II)
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There are too many customers here to look at the number and type of guests.
Because here are not only members of the mortal nobles from the oldest noble families of Terra.
The Space Marines divided into small groups according to their own legions and companies and sat in the stands. Dantioc also identified many famous company commanders who often appeared in publicity from the crowds who greeted the Primrose near the box, including Edolon, Vespasian, Radolon, Amit and others.
There are also a large number of priests from the Mechanical Church, who undoubtedly followed Mars casting general Kebo Harr.
The Mars Foundry Director himself was in the emperor's stands at this moment, with only one imperial marshal between him and the throne.
The Imperial Guard Military Commander, the Imperial Navy Supreme Marshal, the Star-talker leader, the Navigator leader, and others surrounded the throne where the emperor was like stars holding the moon.
Witnessing the emperor to flatten his sons, the imperial prime minister walked down the ground of the theater, let the three Primordials kneel down again against the Emperor's own eagle emblem scepter, put his right hand on the scepter to swear. Finally, the white-haired thin mortal used hot wax and the Emperor's lightning eagle emblem to press the slender oath scroll on the wrist armor of Magnus, San Gilles and Fogrim respectively. Then the three Primordials took their followers back to their respective private rooms.
Marcado slowly walked to the wooden podium in the center, unfolded his speech, squinted his eyes and stared at it for a few seconds before announcing the start of the Nikea Conference, and more.
"… Some of our guests are already very clear about the theme of today's gathering, and some may know nothing, and I will apologize for this. But yes, we are here today to solve a problem that has existed since the beginning of the empire. Yes, we are here to eliminate barriers and solve the biggest crisis at present. We are going to discuss the witchcraft issue, or the think tank crisis."
While suppressing himself being awakened by the Primrose, Dantioc hid with them on the side of the box and used a strange outsider to feel the strangeness of seeing the scene. At the same time, he realized that the number of people watching this scene here was still more than his estimate.
If we count the various factions they met in the control room, lounge and dark room on several floors of underground floors, this number might have increased - so many senior officials and senior legions commanded their posts and expeditions just to get here, just to watch the final ruling of the Fifteenth Primrose and the soldiers with psychic powers...?
Well……? At this time, isn't it as harsh as when urging the 124th and 125th and other expeditionary fleets affiliated with the Iron Warriors to go to various remote worlds to conquer them? I don't mention the progress of the expedition, right?
Hey.
But that's it.
In an instant, the war blacksmith understood his father's unfinished words: If the climax of this great expedition and at a critical moment, the brain, cerebellum, central nerve and even mouthpiece of these human empires were brought here to hold a meeting - then this meeting would have a great impact on the history of the entire galaxy and everyone.
If such a major meeting is not to be left with any obvious excuse, if a certain primordial is not present for some reason, at least the "representative" of the legion must be present, otherwise it is easy to point out such flaws. He remembered what the Father of Gene said during a secret meeting.
"Perfect procedural justice, or in terms of mysticism and symbolic concepts, he must form a complete trial process, and I guess, in order to form an invisible suppression of Magnus. You will never be able to pronounce a verdict on existence like Magnus without complying with the 'rules'... In the old Earth era, the use of the grand jury system was very famous for this situation. Anyone who wants to openly try the most serious crime or other unfair crimes must first be examined by the grand jury. Don't you believe that he will convict Magnus like this? Look at this, he can clearly make a decision directly, just like the City of Perfection, but he has to call at least sixteen legions here. Do you know why? For the sake of witness."
"In the unknown ancient concept, it is necessary to make a complaint against a specific person by the decision of the grand jury - then do you know the provisions of the number of people in the grand jury? The quorum number is at least sixteen... and the prosecution must be established by the at least twelve of them. This is why he convened at least seven Primordials here, but he still needed to convene more representatives of the legion. - If there is no formal prosecution, how could a legal verdict be issued?"
If the Iron Warriors and their Primrose follow the previous schedule, they will probably still fight the Hruds at the border and suffer heavy losses, right? Then, the answer is about to come out.
Balban Falke, who was summoned for other reasons, was highly likely to participate in the rally as a representative of the Iron Warriors.
But they have not yet gone to pick him out of the stone.
Because time is tight, the Primarch decided to go to someone he thinks is more important to discuss in person first... Dantiok believes that some of the conversations may have worked, but most people are more likely to be unconvinced, but the Lord of Steel still maintains that crazy optimistic attitude - in fact, the War Blacksmith privately believes that all of those people did not report to the guards and were not convinced because they may feel that they had hallucinations - a Steel Warrior Gene Primarch who appeared next to him with a stretched brow, a smile, kind and mysterious appearance! Who can think that he is not too nervous and has hallucinations?
But then again, why is it Balban? Although Balban is indeed good at abilities, his class in the Iron Warriors Legion is just a war blacksmith. If he wants to choose a legally reasonable legion representative, no matter how he looks at it, Fricks is more suitable to be selected as the first company commander and the chief trident?
With such questions, Dantioc continued to observe around the Primrose.
Now the Imperial Prime Minister has announced the reasons for the rally, and the exaggerated audacity has created a miniature howling storm in the black theater under the pink sky.
So when he began to ask who was the first among all the people to speak and explain their point of view, someone strided out of the camouflaged box opposite their box.
Ahh, why is Danti Oak so unsurprising?
The warrior carried the eagle emblem scepter on his shoulder and was covered in blue-gray armor like clouds before the storm. His chin was shaved as thin as his head. The wolf's fur replaced human hair in these positions. The fur of a giant wolf formed the warrior's cloak. Under the head of the giant wolf was Otheller Wildermark, the rune priest of the Space Wolf Legion.
"Well, there is no doubt that the loyal Wolf King and his descendants... They had doubts about everyone, and only gave priority to the emperor's will... The space wolf now is very easy to guide..." Dantioc heard the father of gene muttering, and at the same time he asked Soltaen to find a way to let them monitor the conversation in the box next door.
...This is also a bit too unfair to take other people's perceptions and the emperor's protective power into consideration, right? Although Soltaen was able to allow the three of them to pass freely in the volcanic magma and avoid all searches and monitoring from the beginning, it was very secretive...
But what made Dantioc even more unexpected was that Soltaen really did it.
As another sensation of movement of the indescribable and non-existent "wind", he heard a regretful cry from the box next door.
"...Oh! The throne! It's him! It's him! This abominable betrayal! It's all a lie! What did I do! What did I tell him! I once believed in him so much! Tell him about our strength and how we operate! I thought it was an exchange of knowledge! Oh my God!"
Then they heard another extremely powerful voice speak, and the other party asked the first person to calm down and said that it was the communication he facilitated, and the problem was that he might underestimate the opponent's intentions and abilities.
Dantioc didn't dare to speak, so he expressed his doubts with his eyes, but his father of genes spoke very easily.
"We can have a normal conversation here... trust your combat brother's abilities, Dantioc, if Soltaen hadn't shown such a talent, I wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant."
…Are you sure Soltaan Wo Bron can still be called "our combat brothers"? Is he still a human?
Dantioc glanced at Soltaen, who was silent on the other side, as if formed by land and rocks, and asked another question he wanted to ask to his father, who seemed to know everything. "That powerful man must be your brother, and who is talking about this?"
"Azek Aliman." His father of genes really showed a prophetic expression that was wandering around the world. "The chief company commander of Qianzi, chief lecturer of the Black Crow School, and the offspring whom Magnus valued the most. Obviously, this great master had a lot of dealings with this wild wolf, and was deceived by the other party's rough and arrogant barbarian appearance. He deceived a lot of information from him, puff."
They continued to listen, hearing the charges of the Space Wolf Rune Priest: the Dark Warlock, the Taboo-Knowing Wizard, the Unclean Magic and the Abuse of Witchcraft. The other party vowed that everything he said was true with his experience of fighting with Qianzi and the blood of the gene protozoa Rimanruth.
When they heard the terrible silence in Qianzi's private room behind the rock wall, Dantioc couldn't help but imagine their expressions at this moment. Are they incredibly astonished or as if they were dead?
"Wow. Look, the spectators around you are nodding in agreement. How unified."
Danti Oak did notice it, obviously, there were much more people here supporting the sudden serious accusations of the Space Wolf Rune Priest than he and the Thousand Sons thought.
This is a bit...
"Continue to watch, if I'm not wrong, Osherel is just an appetizer." The Lord of Steel's tone was a little weird, "Someone is going to be eager to accuse."
At this time, Makado had raised the scepter representing the emperor in his hand, and hit the black marble floor at the end. The ethereal echo stopped the noisy whispers and discussions.
He is asking if someone supports the serious charge.
The Rune Priest held his head and chest up and gave a positive answer. At this time, he had taken off his giant wolf turban and looked around proudly and savagely, just like a cunning wild wolf who was finally about to drive his prey into the wolves trap after a long period of ambush and hunting.
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Dantioc saw the undisguised hatred gaze cast by the rune priest towards them. Even if he was not the object of this hatred, he could feel naked disgust and disgust from his face covered with knife marks and wrinkles.
...I always feel that I have seen this kind of disgust... Did you encounter the Empire's Fist in the past...
"But wait?" His excellent logical mind inherited from the Lord of Steel made him ask, "My Lord? Isn't the Rune Priest the Psychic Unit of the Wild Wolves of the Space...?"
"It's not that. But they always like to sail freely when their warships are sailing." The Lord of Steel replied with a somewhat crazy bull-headed quarrel, which made Dantioc's hearts hang up again, "Oh, look, it's here. One of the highlights is here."
As the tall and thin figure wearing bone-white and mossy green power armor, tall and thin, smoke-wrapped and hooded figures emerged from another box opposite, walked towards the central podium of the black marble theater, Magnus next door finally couldn't sit still.
The Fifteenth Primrome suddenly stood up, and his long bloody hair flew behind him like a lion's mane. He strides out of the box (Dantiok suddenly notices that Magnus and his descendants seem to be unshakable?), and protests to the host in the theater, saying that he should know the identity of the accuser opposite him, rather than letting him face one by one coward who uses disguise to cover up his face.
However, Makado still knocked on the ground with the Emperor's scepter to stop the Ryukan's anger of protest. He assured him that, first of all, the Emperor's order was that everyone's testimony should not be distorted by fear, so he used shadows on some boxes; secondly, he also assured the angry Fifteenth Primrose that there would never be only the accuser's speech at this rally, and that Magnus could definitely speak freely in the future. Before Magnus's speech to defend himself ended, the rally would never come to any conclusion of judgment.
"Did you notice it?" Dantioc heard his primordial whisper, "In fact, his first reaction was to Magnus in his own name, and then he caught up with it. It was your father who promised you. Combined with the pause of Makado's speech at the beginning... very interesting details. We came right to watch this scene just, Barabas."
...Are you just here to watch the show? Think about it quickly! At this time, all the important figures are inside the crater. We just need to let Soltaen secretly destroy the environmental stabilizer of the Mechanic... With the 124th and 125th fleets... The Iron Warriors will recruit soldiers in Terra in the future... Maybe it's okay... Father...
Unfortunately, the Primarch's attention was still in the theater, and he did not notice Dantioc's extremely eager gaze.
"If Magnus were to seize this point, he would start to have an attack... Wait? Why did Magnus really get persuaded back by Makado? Oh, I really convinced this ostrich, but fortunately we didn't go to see him first. Did you notice it?"
"What did you notice? My sir."
"Look! Motarian walked from his box to the podium and walked twenty-eight steps! He was silent for seven seconds before he spoke!"
"...You are very careful, father."
Soltaen, who had just been alert to silence, suddenly moved and stopped moving again.
"What? Soltarn?"
"It's okay, sir." Apart from the pair of blue eyes that seemed to radiate the fog, the steel warrior almost made of earth and stone answered, "Just just now, the subspace fluctuations on Azek Aliman had a large ups and downs, but in the end it did not break through the cordon set here."
"Oh... Then let's listen...Motarian is going to make a wonderful speech."
The gene protozoa he mentioned never spoke during the confrontation between Magnus and Makado. Judging from his posture and expression, it seemed that this was just a brief test for him. He was facing the unreasonable and forgiving attitude of his ignorant brother who was irrational and outrageous.
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"...I think if Aliman was angry just now and wanted to do something, it wouldn't be unreasonable." Fogrim Pallas pinched the white dove and opened the snack nuts in his mouth, commenting, "This Nikea gathering was like a trial conference of a super tacky eight o'clock retro palace drama. Of course, the setting was very luxurious and attentive."
The white pigeon, who wanted to say something, was stuffed into the mouth of a new nut and shelled, "Crab! Crab!"
Magna nodded, his synthetic electronic sound came from the input amplification grid. "Based on my logical memory suggestions, I would recommend that you not eat before listening to this speech, Pallas."
(This chapter ends)