Chapter 471 - Imperial Regent: No, don&Chapter x27;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.
It is protected by layers of shield facilities and artillery arrays.
It was a peaceful and solid area, and the navigators never had to worry about 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 extremely wealthy, arrogant, and corrupt. In their free 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's the father of Nova?!"
The elder shouted hurriedly: "This is all the fault of the father of the new star. 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 large-scale god's machine.
"All armed forces occupy important areas as quickly as possible. We must gain the qualifications to negotiate before the fortress array is destroyed!"
Oveletta screamed crazily and tried 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 him with something more precious.
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's 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 area that resembled the muzzle of a cannon.
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 unleashed destructive weapons, and the artillery fire of the remaining Titans and Knights also began to roar.
Annihilation plasma cannons, hellstorm cannons, plasma annihilators, gravity implosion cannons, turbolaser destruction cannons, earthquake cannons, etc. poured out.
The numerous artillery fires made the dim sky colorful, and the sky of Holy Terra was burning.
The fire curtain of death and destruction covered the fortress of heresy and rebellion, like a doomsday punishment!
Layer after layer of void shields and force fields were disintegrated.
Buzz! ! !
The huge Kleus siege drill rotated at high speed.
Several heavy Titans of the wallbreaker model 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 ceramsite armor of the wall burst into dazzling sparks.
This solid fortress in the core area of Holy Terra is crumbling under the attack of the Redemption Titan Cluster.
Even though it was designed to defend against disasters like the Horus Heresy.
It allows the existence inside to survive for several years under the siege of the Legion.
But no one expected that the Savior could mobilize more divine machine power than the Imperial Warmaster at the time.
"Your wall-breaking honorary crew better hurry up, the Savior can't wait!"
The command Titan sent a signal.
From the attack to now, they have not felt any pressure, just like an outing.
The only regret is that the offensive force this time is too saturated, and there is no chance to show themselves.
Those departmental stations that have not been attacked have also fallen into panic. Although their high lords have not been declared heretics and traitors, the Savior still sent out the Redemption Titan Cluster in the name of protection.
The Titan God Machine, which exudes a strong pressure, stands quietly on the square of the nest building, humming slightly.
It seems that it will start in the next second and release destruction.
The shadow it formed covered one building after another.
All the high lords who remained neutral became nervous, especially after receiving the communication from the Savior, which was a threat and intimidation.
They tried to discuss a countermeasure.
But no one was willing to take the risk of saying anything, after all, there was a suspicion of opposing the Primarch of Hope.
The high lords were unwilling to go to the Senate.
They all knew that once they arrived at that area, it meant obedience and they had to accept the arrangement obediently.
Perhaps they would lose all their rights.
But if they didn't go, they might be declared a heretic and traitor by the Primarch and be hit.
It was a dilemma.
"How should we deal with such a situation?"
Amid the roar of artillery fire, the Supreme Lord and the representative of the Inquisition, Cleopatra, summoned the leaders of all the orders and frowned: "Speak up!"
At this moment, the Grand Inquisitor wanted to resign.
Due to the special and loose organizational model, the representative of the Inquisition is not a lifelong position, but only has a five-year term.
Its only function is to represent the Inquisition in the Supreme Lords' Council.
This position is not the honor that the Inquisitors want to pursue, but more like a five-year paid vacation.
Most Inquisitors prefer to become the head of an organization or lurk in dangerous star fields to investigate and deal with traitors.
Rather than arguing with a bunch of corrupt old guys in the ancient theater.
Cleopatra was numb.
She just wanted to take a vacation, why did such a hot potato fall into her hands?
If the Inquisition loses more power in her hands, how should she explain to her colleagues?
I'm afraid she will be hit by a club!
Due to their special powers, the Inquisitors are one of the most extravagant groups in the Empire, and they often make some slapstick operations.
They have different views on the Primarch.
The Purists are more repulsive to the Hope Primarch, especially the scripted faction.
They firmly believe that everything in the Empire must be completely maintained as it is, and even the slightest change is a great rebellion against the Emperor.
Simplify government procedures?
Heresy!
Improve people's lives?
Heresy!
The Primarch has returned?
It may also be a heresy!
The same is true for the Human Supremacy Faction.
Because the connection between the Primarch of Hope and the Aliens is too close, and they believe that only pure humans are qualified to survive in this universe.
The radicals support the Primarch of Hope more.
For example, the Break the Old and Establish the New Faction, they believe that the Empire will definitely not be saved if it continues like this, and must undergo drastic changes and reorganization.
The Alien Respect Faction also thinks that the Primarch of Hope is quite to their liking. They believe that the Empire's extreme rejection of the Aliens has disadvantages and no advantages. Even if the Aliens have no advantages to learn from, they are still worth using.
Especially in the fight against Chaos.
The most radical radical faction, the Xanthius Faction, advocates some of the Primarch's actions more. They believe that only by using the power of Chaos can Chaos be defeated.
Once there is an opportunity, Chaos weapons must be used.
Therefore, the radicals of the Inquisition often cooperate with the Inquisition of Ers, and they get along very well.
Now, both the Purity Faction and the Radical Faction are troubled by the bold behavior of the Primarch of Hope.
That existence broke into the Senate, which symbolizes the supreme power of the Empire, and tried to control all authority.
Originally, the Ers Tribunal often took away the business of the Imperial Tribunal. Once that person holds power, the Ers Tribunal will probably become even more arrogant.
Wouldn't these people be laid off and unemployed?
But they had no ability to resist. What if the Titans outside rushed in?
Cleopatra sat upright in her seat, looking like a salted fish.
He really didn't want to participate in these power struggles.
This Grand Inquisitor was the leader of the Shining Silver Faction. He was determined to become a necromancer and was keen on learning sorcery that could bring souls back from the warp.
He hoped to resurrect the Emperor in this way.
This guy also wanted to end his term quickly and perform his latest sorcery.
Although this often leads to more chaotic consequences.
In the team of the Demonic Inquisition, the Grey Knight Grand Master Coven was at the front of the team, leisurely.
He had no worries.
Since his outing in the Nurgle Garden, his prestige in the Grey Knights and even the Demonic Inquisition has risen.
Even the Supreme Grand Master could not compare.
After all, he was the only one in the Demonic Inquisition who led a team to face the evil god of Nurgle, which was almost the highest honor mission of the Inquisition.
It is said that the Grey Knight Grand Master, in extreme anger, slid and destroyed a top-ranked Nurgle Great Daemon.
He also fired at Nurgle's rotten big hand!
Of course, Coven would never admit that he just accidentally fired under extreme tension, and the bullet did not cause any damage to Nurgle.
It is estimated that the Chaos God does not know about this.
But this does not affect his colleagues in the Demonic Inquisition, who envy and hate him and the Grey Knights who went to the Nurgle Garden together.
Especially when passing by the honorary flag of the Seventh Brotherhood with demon bones and Nurgle skin fragments attached.
Those things were brought back by the Grey Knights during their outings for research, and they were completely inactivated by the burning of the Holy Urn Bomb.
Coven looked at his colleagues in the Inquisition who were frowning, and he couldn't help but straighten his back.
In any case, this matter would not have any impact on him.
After all, he and the Seventh Brotherhood have already surrendered to the Lord Savior, and their relationship is very close!
Suddenly, the meeting hall of the Inquisition became silent.
At the same time
Koven felt that some eyes were focused on him, and the representative of the Inquisition left his seat at some point.
He was walking towards this side.
For a moment, all eyes shifted to this side.
The representative of the Inquisition, Cleopatra, came to Koven and smiled: "Sir Koven, you have a good relationship with the Savior, right?"
"We have fought side by side on the most difficult battlefields to destroy heresy and evil."
Koven nodded, that was the honor of the Grey Knights.
"For the Emperor, for the future of the Inquisition, perhaps you should take more responsibility."
Cleopatra was very satisfied, and even a little relieved.
He looked at everyone: "My term as the representative of the Inquisition is about to end, and it is time to step down in advance. I suggest here that Sir Koven be elected as the new representative of the Inquisition."
There is not much concept of superiors and subordinates in the Inquisition. It is more of a collection of beliefs and ideas, and it is solely responsible to the great Emperor.
Coven, the Grand Master of the Grey Knights, is qualified to be the representative of the Inquisition, not to mention that he has such a dazzling honor.
More importantly, he has a good relationship with the Savior.
He can strive to retain more power for the Inquisition in this coup reform, and it is not easy to anger that existence.
"Sir, this is not appropriate, right?"
These words caught Coven off guard and confused him.
He is the head of the special forces of the Inquisition, and is only responsible for dealing with heretic demons, not to mention any politics.
How can he be the representative of the Inquisition?
And he is unwilling to argue with those old guys at various meetings.
He can only kill demons, and just wants to get more sacred urn bombs to bomb heretics!
"Emperor, you are the most suitable candidate."
Cleopatra is much shorter than Coven, but she still tried to hold the hand of the great mentor: "No one is more suitable than you to be the representative of the Inquisition now."
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The other Inquisitors heard this and nodded in agreement, without any disagreement.
Although the Inquisitors usually do some tricks that ordinary people can't understand, there is no doubt that they are all elites of the empire and have received a good education since childhood.
She still has some basic political sense and intelligence.
"Look, everyone agrees."
Cleopatra was afraid of any accidents, so she spoke very quickly, as if she was passing the buck: "I declare that the emergency procedure No. 856 of the Inquisition will be initiated now, and the Grand Master of the Grey Knights, Coven, will be appointed as the new representative of the Inquisition in advance.
The fate of all your colleagues is in your hands!"
Upon hearing this, the Inquisitors all put their hands on their chests and expressed their agreement to the appointment with the etiquette of the Inquisition.
That means that the appointment has been approved, and there will be further confirmation of relevant documents, badges, seals, etc., and relevant personnel will cooperate with their work.
But that is not important.
What is important is that now they need Coven to represent the Inquisition to negotiate with the stern Primarch of Hope.
"But... I haven't agreed yet!"
Coven was a little anxious under the special etiquette of the Inquisitors and colleagues.
However, since I don't know when, the robe of the former representative of the Inquisition, Cleopatra, has been draped over him.
He himself is also missing.
The Grey Knights' Grand Master was tall and wearing a robe that was obviously too short for his representative, which looked a bit out of place.
At this time, new news came:
"The High Lords of the Astronomican Court and the Archives Department have set off for the Senate on a shuttle!"
This made the Inquisitors more anxious.
At such an important moment, being able to arrive as soon as possible is an important political signal in itself.
They have the right person and must seize the opportunity.
"Hurry up, 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 Inquisition representative Coven who was in a daze.
Teleported him to the periphery of the Senate.
...
Assassin's Court.
This secret organization of the Empire initially acted independently under the leadership of the Imperial Regent Malcador, and it was his personal secret organization.
To check and balance other departments and deal with some heretics and rebellions for the Empire.
The Emperor allowed its existence.
No one wants to mess with the Assassin's Court, unless they are tired of living.
Any existence in the Empire, from the lowest-level residents of the most remote nests to the high lords of Holy Terra, may die on the spot at any time.
For example, being sniped by a forbidden weapon, having your brains splashed, being disemboweled by a madman, or swallowing the food you usually eat and never waking up again under the ancient poison.
Those assassins may appear anywhere, patiently waiting for dozens or hundreds of years to start solving the target at any time.
They even have the ability to assassinate the Primarch.
But after the Horus Heresy, the increasingly formalized Assassin's Court no longer has the power of discretion, and only the Supreme Lord Council has the right to vote and pass the assassination order.
Killing some heretics and rebels.
This has guaranteed the safety of the upper echelons of the Empire to a certain extent, and has also made them more unscrupulous.
Today, the Assassin's 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 the High Lord and the Lord of Assassins, Idia, was covered by liquid clothing, forming a perfect tights, which further highlighted her figure.
Even some special curves.
But all of this was wrapped in a thick black robe.
She had just performed this duty and was taciturn. The previous Lord of Assassins was a legend named Fadis.
He had killed the High Lords and their accomplices who participated in the rebellion.
But after this incident.
The legend no longer participated in the Supreme Lord Council and disappeared from then on to avoid causing some unnecessary suspicion and panic.
And Idia took over this mission, although she didn't like sitting with those who might become assassination targets.
Now she was going to meet the Primarch.
Perhaps, the Assassin's Court will have a big move with the permission of the Senate.
Idia moved forward steadily, and the earthquake caused by the roar of artillery fire could not shake her body at all.
She stepped into the cabin quietly and sat in a dark corner as usual.
After that, this special shuttle entered the invisible state to avoid sight and radar detection.
Then it went to the Senate quietly...
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Senate.
"This broken seat is quite uncomfortable to sit on after a long time. I'll get a set of sofas here later."
Ron leaned back, muttered, and looked at the time again.
He already had an absolute advantage in this power struggle, and it was basically impossible for any accidents to happen.
The next step was to wait for the audience of the high lords and formally take over the legal system and power.
From a usurpation point of view, this was equivalent to a "coronation ceremony".
Although it was not stated explicitly.
But who arrived first and who arrived last had to be recorded in the notebook.
As for those who did not arrive, they would be blacklisted directly!
Suddenly, Ron noticed the hurried footsteps, and he knew they were loyal.
"Savior!"
The high lord's voice was pious and a little flattering.
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 was one of the members of the Union of Light - Father of Nova.
I just said that all the high lords who are still loyal must come.
I don't know if that guy is smart or stupid. He came so carelessly. Isn't he afraid that I will kill him on the spot?
"Savior, please accept my loyalty!"
Facing the gaze of the Primarch, the dignified high lord and Father of Nova had no courage to resist, and knelt on the ground with a plop.
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 hearing that the Savior wanted to use Titan to crush his head, the Father of Nova ran over and wanted to be loyal.
Ron looked at the Father of Nova and was a little speechless.
Because normally, it is impossible for Navigators to launch a rebellion or weaken the Empire.
They survive by relying on the Empire. They may play an important role, but they are not absolutely irreplaceable.
Therefore, apart from squandering their wealth, they generally can't do anything big.
This time, the father of the new star followed the Union of Light to do things. He was a novice and playful person. It didn't matter whether he was there or not.
He was just there to make up the numbers.
It's more likely that he was fooled by those guys and lost his way.
Ron hesitated whether to kill this guy.
But after thinking about it, he decided not to do so: "I can spare your life, but you and the Navigator family must accept punishment."
He decided that after this incident, he would hand this guy over to the Imperial Guards and put him in the prison of the palace to atone for his sins.
When he can come out depends on his mood.
As for the position of high lord, it is also reserved for the Father of Nova, and there will be no new candidate.
This will also allow him to better control the Navigator family and use this incident to clean up those rich guys.
Search the house carefully to see if there is any evidence of heresy and treason, and confiscate it all!
In fact, the Emperor is very disgusted with the Navigator family's use of power to seize a lot of wealth and blindly participate in politics.
He plans to carry out a major purge after the repair of the webway.
Unfortunately, the Emperor sat on the golden toilet during the repair of the webway, and the matter was left unresolved.
Now he just did it for him.
Ron raised his hand and pointed, and the Father of Nova stayed in the corner obediently.
Now he was only qualified to sit at the table of the children.
Afterwards, more high lords came one after another, such as several of his allies, the Minister of Archives, the Master of the Astronomical Torch Academy, the Master of the Astronomical Court, and so on.
However, the arrival of the Grey Knights Grand Master Coven was a bit unexpected.
"Do you have any questions?"
Ron found that the eyes of the people looking at him were a little strange, and he was a little confused.
Did they think they were not qualified to sit in the position of the chairman of the parliament?
Those high lords looked at the Primarch of Hope sitting on the throne, and then looked at the three ferocious redemption Titans behind the throne that were roaring faintly and overlooking them.
They swallowed their saliva and dared not say anything or ask anything.
The Primarch of Hope was unscrupulous in Holy Terra and sat in the position of the Emperor. It was obviously a deliberate act.
Could they still drive him out of that position?
Especially when these people saw the face of the person looming in the night sky behind the Primarch of Hope, they became even quieter.
That was the face of the Primarch of Hope composed of countless warships in space.
It can only be said that the existence knows how to deter, and they really dare not move.
Soon, the Imperial Regent Guilliman also rushed over.
When he saw the position where the savior was sitting, he frowned: "Brother Roan, this position..."
The Imperial Regent was thinking, considering what measures to take to make his brother step down from his father's position.
And it didn't seem good to say so on the spot.
"The Lord Regent is here!"
Roan immediately stood up and welcomed Guilliman warmly after his arrival.
After seeing the other party's eyes, he understood that it was indeed a bit disrespectful to Old Guilliman to sit in the chairman's position at this time.
After all, he is still the Imperial Regent now.
Originally, they had discussed that after controlling the Senate, he would be the head of the parliament, Guilliman would continue to be the Imperial Regent, and then promote reforms together.
Anyway, he was not willing to bother working hard in Holy Terra for the time being, and he had to rush back to deal with his own webway.
Just plant some people and control power.
This is just a position, and I have to give face to the old Ji, the Regent of the Empire.
The existence of this world values similar treatment or honor the most.
"Come on, Regent of the Empire, please take a seat!"
Roan went over enthusiastically and took Guilliman's hand, inviting him to sit on the throne.
"No need, I'll just sit next to you."
However, Guilliman seemed to be a little resistant and rejected the proposal.
He was only the Regent of the Empire, not the Lord of the Empire, and it would not be good to sit in this position.
What's more, he didn't dare.
His father was not really dead, and he still retained his will.
He still remembered how the strict father treated the Primarch who violated his authority.
The scene of Lorgar being forced to kneel in front of his father, himself and the warriors was vivid.
It was an unspeakable humiliation.
Now letting him sit on the throne that symbolizes his father's power, isn't it harming himself? The Second Empire has not passed yet!
"Hey, why are you being so polite? Who is the one between us?"
Ron thought that Guilliman was trying to make excuses to him. Maybe there are similar customs in the ancient throne world of Holy Terra?
Sit down!
He used the tricks he used during the New Year's visit to relatives, and pressed Guilliman to sit on the throne without noticing.
Finally satisfied.
At this time, a roar suddenly came from the depths of the Holy Terra Palace.
The psychic will from the Golden Throne awakened and spread to the surrounding areas, especially this ancient parliament building.
"Hiss~Why did the old Emperor wake up..."
Ron frowned slightly and muttered: "Could it be that the earthquake caused by the Titans affected the Golden Throne? Wouldn't he be angry?"
The psychic consciousness seemed to be puzzled by the changes in Holy Terra, swept over, and stayed here.
At this moment, Guilliman, sitting on the throne of the Emperor, was already sweating profusely...
