Warhammer Inquisitor

Chapter 320 The Rise of the Primarch: The High Lords of the Terra Council
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If you say where the power center of the empire is, it must be Terra. There is no controversy about this issue, but if you want to say that the center of the power center in Terra is not the palace, after all, the Emperor has been on the throne for [-] years. A word was never spoken to his subjects, and the Custodians who were responsible for conveying the Emperor's will rarely left the palace.

Therefore, in fact, the core of the empire's politics and all rights is here, in this magnificent meeting room, which is located in the magnificent high wall on the edge of the inner court of the palace, surrounded by countless fortified defense lines and gorgeous palaces like stars and moons. The Hall of the High Lords of Terra, the real power center of the Empire.

It is the highest administrative institution of the empire, from which countless orders are issued, and key issues related to the life and death of the empire and all human beings are also discussed here. The twelve leaders of the empire's most powerful organizations sat in the middle of the hall.

Each of them is in charge of one of the most powerful institutions in the empire. Millions, even tens of millions, hundreds of millions of servants and subordinates assist and follow their orders. They are absolutely under one person in the empire. Above, these powerful high lords rule the empire in the name of the Emperor.

Most of them rarely meet with the outside world, or even meet with each other. Except for the routine meetings here, these empires have the highest power and the leaders of the empire who can decide the life and death of thousands of people at the click of a finger. They will all hide in the shadows, like the twelve shadow leaders who hide in the shadows behind the vast body of the Empire.

But there are exceptions. For example, most people will attend the regular meetings of the High Lords Council. They will enter the circular giant table under the huge dome and sit there corresponding to each high-level leader. On the Lord's chair, there are twelve high lords, twelve chairs, of which the chair at the front of the central axis of the round table is always empty, which is a symbolic seat reserved for the emperor, but considering the emperor's old man It is unlikely to rise from the throne and sit here for a meeting, so that position is actually reserved for the Emperor-appointed Regent of the Empire.

But the last time the Regent was sitting on it, that is, the Primarch of Ultramarines, the Emperor's thirteenth son, Lord Robert Giliman, last time he attended the meeting, it was [-] years ago. legend.

Angvar sat in a corner of the huge round table, his elbows rested on the armrests of the black wooden chairs on both sides, above his head, the letter i, which symbolized the court of justice, was branded and engraved on the side of the chair. logo.

The Supreme Inquisitor of the Inquisition, Angvar, a member of the Council of High Lords, glanced around the round table. His eyes glanced over the old high lords. Each of their faces was quite old and wrinkled skin. With thick and obvious lines scattered on their faces, no matter how advanced the life extension technology is, these old people who have ruled the empire for nearly a thousand years cannot hide the fact of their aging.

Angwa is one of the youngest people here. He snorted in a low voice. He looked at these old lords. For thousands of years, they have spent huge amounts of resources and wealth to purchase the most advanced life extension technology. , trying their best to prolong their life and prolong the time that they continue to control the supreme power of the empire. Some of them even implanted a large number of advanced implants in their bodies when the life extension technology came to an end and was almost exhausted. Exposed nutrient lines, and equipment cables make them look like the Founding General's comrades.

How much can a person desire for power?For the sake of power, they even transformed themselves so that they could hardly look human, as if they were all monsters from those bad fables, twisted and deformed, covered with countless steel and indescribable derivatives , you can barely make out what they look like, can't believe it's a human being sitting there, not a monstrous alien.

"It seems that some of our colleagues did not attend the meeting." The first lord councilor sitting on the left hand side of the emperor's seat said in a low voice that was almost unbelievable to belong to a human being, his face was almost only left. The next half was human, and the rest was covered in machinery that lasted his absurdly long life.

"Yes, Minister of State Humphrey, our colleagues Mars Foundry General Morgans and Chief Justice Gordon of the Legal Department, and Assassin House Master Eva did not attend the meeting."

The rogue trader sitting at the other end of the round table said this on behalf of the lord. He looks much younger than the others, which is not surprising. After all, people in the trade rogue trader are generally not too old. They are different from other high-level people. Lords, they can live in the high walls and shadows of Terra and manipulate everything. They need to sail the sea of ​​stars to gain power. Anyone who leaves the stars and merchant ships will be quickly replaced. The same is true of the representative of the high lord of the wanderer, so he Rarely attended meetings of the High Lords Council, luckily this time, he happened to be on Terra as well.

Although to be precise, he came to take refuge, and came to Terra to take refuge in the crazy warp storm and the raging war, but Angvar knew that everyone here was here to avoid disaster, and their There is no difference between them, only the difference in shamelessness.

"Did they tell the reason? The Lord's Meeting is not a small meeting of our respective departments." Minister Humphrey continued to ask in a hoarse voice, and the mechanical eyeball on his right eye turned to look at the participants at the table. People, when the person who opened the mouth uttered the first word, his mechanical eyeballs turned immediately.

Angvar cleared his throat, leaning back in his chair and looking at Minister Humphrey opposite, "Inquisitor Gordon is busy with the riots all over Terra, and he and his members of the legal department are very busy. , there is no time for the meeting, and Master Eva is busy arranging the assassination of the leaders of the rioters, and other things."

"Something else?" Humphrey asked, rolling his robotic eyeballs, his voice sounding like he was scratching with a knife on a piece of sandpaper.

Angvar shrugged helplessly, looking quite worried. He had to say that if he didn't work as a judge, he would be a good actor, and his talent was also quite suitable for his job. He was worthy of the leader of the Inquisition. a duty.

"You see, the Assassin Court never tells us what they're doing, it's an old practice, and so does our friend General Forge, we don't understand the Martian even if he says it, I guess he's in his own machinery now Teach what to do in the temple, if you want to know, you can send someone to ask after the meeting."

Minister Humphrey watched Angvar silent for a moment, then he slowly turned to another empty chair, which was the position of the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guard. Of course, it was unsurprisingly empty. The leader and the high lord's meeting had not been attended for thousands of years, and everyone was used to the chair being empty, just as the Emperor's seat was empty.

"Maybe I will, but now let's start today's topic, Ms. Nataza, can the Astrology Institute contact the outer fleet? Especially the Tauren Chapter, the Astruon Moloch Chapter Has the Chief received the Astral Word from the Council calling him to return to Terra?"

"No, Minister Humphrey, not yet. According to your request, we have communicated with the Tauren Chapter to convey your recall order, but in the chaos of the warp storm I can't determine whether the star language is distorted, I All that can be said for sure is that the Moloch Chapter Master has received the news, and his last report is that he will lead the whole regiment back to Terra immediately, and then lost contact with us because of the storm."

"The Navigation Institute and we believe that the leader of the Moloch chapter and his tauren chapter, like the imperial fleet that also received the news of returning to defense, are being blocked by the Chaos army outside the solar system and are struggling to move towards Terra. , but we do not know how long it will take them to break through the storm and the endless foe that hinders the All-Seeing Eye that the Emperor has bestowed upon us."

The blind Ms. Star Whisperer said softly, her voice was like a frivolous feather floating in the air, her silver hair was braided behind her head, and she sat in her place wearing a plain gray-white Star Whisperer robe.

"The storm is still so powerful that it can devour all souls and wills. Several of my astrologers who tried to penetrate the storm to contact the Tauren Chapter and the outer fleet were all devoured their souls. They are executed, and we must thank the Emperor for protecting us from that throne and keeping Terra well."

The Pope, the state religion beside her, raised his old, almost withered arm, and cried out hoarsely, "Praise the light of the Emperor! We must pray to him, he is the only one who can save us now! We must stay Being by his side, by the side of the palace, is the only way to get redemption! I will gain his favor, I am his chosen! His divine choice! God emperor!"

Angvar looked at the aging Pope. His body was almost as old as dead wood, and his thin face had consumed his spirit. His spirit was extremely confused, and he would often shout out some illogical words. , like all the old people, but even so the Pope refuses to give up his rights. He has occupied the position of the Pope of the state religion for almost a thousand years. In order to keep that position, he can, and has indeed done many things that only heretics and traitors can do. things made.

Whenever he did those shameful things, such as being the Pope of the state religion, since the dense alliance of the Genestealer sect hiding in the depths of Terra Hive made a massacre when his church rivals were preaching in Middle Hive, Slaughtered the priest and all the listeners around, just to keep his position.

And whenever he did such a thing, he would lock himself in his own church and pray frantically to the Emperor. Angvar heard from the monks passing by that the Pope's words were almost the same as those of a lunatic. Jumping between illogical and causal questions, he's still mad, no doubt about it.

"Yes, Your Excellency, we should indeed stay with the Emperor, within the walls of the palace, but we also need food and all supplies so that we and the rest of the "Emperor's Chosen" can wait Until the storm dissipates and the Emperor's redemption comes."

Humphrey raised his withered arm as he spoke, with a dense hose stuck between the bones of the hand, he stretched out his thin fingers to the Marshal Lord of the Astral Army who was sitting at the opposite table. He was also quite old. Now, there are countless hoses and external equipment connected to his body. If it weren't for the large military uniform, you wouldn't recognize it as a person.

"Marshal Desmond, how much food have your soldiers collected? Is it enough for us?"

"I ordered my soldiers to collect a lot of materials. The current statistics are enough for us to use for [-] years, but considering the past experience, the duration of the warp storm may be as long as a hundred years, and the current population consumption of Terra In terms of volume, our reserves are still far from enough.”

Desmond, who was like a mechanical beast, said dully, while the Pope, who was a few seats away, raised his arms and shouted. He stretched out his hands to the fresco above his head, the fresco of the Emperor.

"The Emperor will save their souls! We are sending them on the road to redemption, pure death! They will go to his side, and become eternity by the throne! How I envy them, they are about to be redeemed !"

"But unfortunately, Pope, our redemption has not yet come, so the marshal continued to order his soldiers to collect supplies and store them until they were enough to be used in the palace for hundreds of years." Humphrey pointed to Desmond hoarsely. The latter nodded slightly, and his head, which had been plugged with countless pipes and cables, swayed with the swing.

"But Minister Humphrey, this will lead to more rebellions. At present, there are riots in Terra, and the Ministry of Justice and the Defense Forces may not be able to stop the people who have completely lost all food and water. They will besiege the palace in the desperate situation of survival, and even They will also be joined by many Justice Department judges and guard soldiers."

Admiral Bona, who was sitting next to the Grand Marshal of the Ministry of Military Affairs, said that he and Angvar looked about the same age, very young and in his prime, he was a newcomer, a high lord who had just joined A member of the council, who has not lost his conscience, so he has always opposed such plundering of supplies, and refused to let his marines join the suppression of the riots, but devoted himself to the work of defending Terra.

Minister Humphrey watched Admiral Bona silent for a moment, his mechanical eyes turned to look at Marshal Desmond next to him, "Marshal, do you have a way to deal with the admiral's concern?"

"Yes, I suggest that the naval fleet conduct orbital bombing of the hive areas where the rioters are currently concentrated on Terra, and eliminate all the rioters in the various hive areas. If the final bombing result is not as expected, order the fleet to conduct global bombing. Bombing, carpet orbital bombardment of areas outside the palace, and wipe out all rebels."

Angvar frowned immediately after hearing Desmond's crazy plan, and the admiral stood up in shock, he slammed on the table and looked at Desmond beside him, "The Emperor is above! Are you crazy?! Bombing all of Terra? Do you know how many innocent people who didn't participate in the riots will die? And your own soldiers! The Ministry of Justice and the Defense Forces are still out there!"

"We have to sacrifice them so that the rioters don't find out about our plans. When your fleet is bombed, Terra will be safe, and the rest of the food can be supplied to a part of your fleet." Desmond Said in a cold voice, it seemed that he didn't feel any discomfort because of his crazy plan, and he might not realize what he just said.

"What about the rest of the fleet? What do you want me to do with them? Order the naval fleets to fire at each other to sink and kill the "excess" fleet? Are you out of your mind?! That way we won't be able to defend Terra!" Bona The Admiral stood up and slammed his fist on the table, looking at Sesmond beside him in complete disbelief at what he had just said.

"We can rely on the palace's Void Shield and orbital defense system to hold on. The palace saved the voters in the high wall during the defense of Terra [-] years ago, and this time it will be so general. In order to defend the Emperor, we must Do it."

Desmond said coldly, his mechanically transformed syllables said word by word, which made Bona on the side almost stare at the Marshal of the Astral Army in front of him. It was hard for him to imagine how he said it. That crazy plan, and at the same time, the Pope, the state religion beside him, continued to shout with those crazy words.

The Pope shouted, waving his dry arms, "All this is the Emperor's will! We must sacrifice lambs! Yes yes, so that the true elect can live! As it is written in the Holy Word Just like that! Sacrifice! Only sacrifice can bring salvation, our salvation!"

"You are crazy Pope! You are completely crazy! Minister Humphrey, you are not going to adopt their plan, are you?" Boehner looked at Minister Humphrey angrily, who turned his mechanical eyes to look in front of him Bona, he was silent for a moment and then placed his hands gently on the table.

"It's the only way, Admiral, we have to do it, there's no other way."

"This will cause us to give up and lose all orbital defenses, as well as ground air defense weapon positions! We can only hide in the palace and wait for fate! Especially as we can't stop the Black Fleet from moving Planet Killer or similar Star Destroyer weapons. When we reach Terra's orbit, we can only watch as they issue an extermination order on Terra! This will not protect the Emperor at all, it will only prolong the time of destruction that is destined to come! It's meaningless!"

Bona slammed his fist on the table. He turned his head and looked around at the other council members. "What about you? Don't tell me you agreed with this plan. This is heresy! This is a blatant betrayal of the Empire!"

"Our first duty is to defend the Emperor, Admiral, so I thought maybe that was our only option, and I regret sacrificing those outside the palace, but we have no choice in this situation." Leader of the Rogue Traders Leaning on his position, he spread his hands and said.

Bona looked at them in disbelief. The lord of the navy stood in front of his seat and looked around at the people around him. The apex of these imperial powers all sat in their seats in silence, and some even nodded their heads. Approved.

Bona looked at Angvar. He looked at Angvar, who was sitting silently and frowning. The lord of the Tribunal shook his head slightly. , but before he could think and react, Humphrey stood up, and Humphrey, who had almost completely turned into a machine, stood up, and the mechanical part of his life extension was vibrating and rattling.

"I think this is the opinion of the full council, go and carry out the order Admiral, remember that if you refuse to carry out the order, there are many people in the Admiralty who will be more than happy to carry out the order of the council in order to fulfill their duties as naval lords. "

Humphrey looked at Boehner across the table and threatened him with an extremely cold voice. His meaning was obvious. If Boehner refused to execute, then they would replace Boehner, and then there would be countless jealousies in the Admiralty. The generals who lead the navy will replace Bona, and then they will carry out the orders, and all the results will not change, except that Bona himself may have no vital signs by then.

It was a naked threat, and Boehner watched the shameful Minister of State clench his fists, and Humphrey looked at Boehner across the table with his half-human, half-machine face, "You see. Admiral, do you understand your duty?"

Boehner watched Humphrey clenched his fists. He wished he could just go and smash that bastard right now, but he couldn't do it. He knew that if he refused on the spot, there would be a high probability that there would be someone loyal to the High Lords Council right outside the door. The guard rushed in and shot himself in the head, and then of course they took their place in another person.

"Do you understand? Admiral."

"I"

Before Bona could speak, a holographic image flashed around the round table beside him. It was the image of the guard commander in the parliament hall. His bust flashed on the table. The commander paid tribute to the high lords present. A salute, "I'm sorry to disturb everyone, but you must evacuate immediately, adults, we have been attacked."

"Attack? Who's attack?" Humphrey asked looking at the image in front of him. The commander on the image immediately buried his head. There was a continuous explosion next to him, and the flashing fire instantly illuminated his body. His face, the shining flames were also projected on the projection, illuminating the faces of the surrounding lords.

They all stood up and looked at the image in front of them. There were already dense gunshots. The captain lowered his body and looked to the side. At the edge of the image, another officer appeared. He ran forward and said loudly. report.

"The barricades have been destroyed, and the rebels are storming the parliament!"

The officer's report shocked all the high lords, they looked at each other, Humphrey and Desmond on the side looked at each other and looked at the holographic projection again, "Who! Who is the rebel?!"

"Student Zhongsi, your lord, it's student Zhongsi, and the Emperor is on top! It's forbidden!" Before the commander could finish speaking, the image suddenly flickered and disappeared. The high lords present looked at each other, but soon They reacted. Although most of them are old, their minds are still quick. After all, their bodies can age, but their minds cannot. If they age, they don't need the rebels to kill themselves. A bit of internal rebels will kill them and replace them.

"Nasimov! It must be him! The Emperor is on top! This idiot still doesn't understand our good intentions. He can join us and live until the reinforcements arrive." Desmond stood up like an armored beast and said, beside him The Pope also danced to his feet, shouting frantically and waving his arms.

"Here! They are all heretics! Traitors! Kill them all! We must punish them in place of the Emperor!" The Pope shouted, but Desmond was not so crazy, but immediately looked at Humphrey on the side of the Emperor's seat minister.

"The signal was cut off just now, which means that the communication between the entire parliament and the outside world has been cut off. We must evacuate immediately, and evacuate here before the rebels attack!"

"I agree, let's go." Humphrey said and left his seat. He dragged his bloated body and staggered towards the gate. The high lords behind him followed, and they bypassed The Round Table followed Humphrey to the exit of the Congress Hall, but was blocked before reaching the door.

Angvar walked to the door from one side with his hands behind his back. He stood in front of the door to block the way of the high lords. Desmond watched the Lord of the Inquisition who was blocking the way and stopped. He looked at the trial in front of him. The leader of the court was silent for a moment and then slammed his arm, "Get out of the way! Lord Angvar, get out of the way immediately!"

"I'm afraid not, my lords, you have to stay here." Angvar stood at the door motionlessly blocking the exit. He looked at the people in front of him calmly with his hands behind his back, and Desmond looked at the leader of the Inquisition in front of him. He frowned sharply.

"You organized the rebellion, right? Angvar! You are with the rebels outside!" Desmond pointed at the Grand Inquisitor in front of him and shouted sharply, while the Pope beside the Marshal of the Astral Army became even more mad. Rising, he pointed at Angvar with his bony arm and screamed.

"Here! Traitor! Kill him! Kill him! Guard! Kill this heretic!" The Pope roared frantically, while Angvar showed a smile, and he looked at the crazy Pope in front of him even so A little sympathy.

"No, they won't come in, because they'll get in the way of the person who's coming to see you, and you'll all stay here and wait for him."

As soon as the Grand Inquisitor finished speaking, the lords looked at each other, and then Humphrey raised his semi-mechanized face slightly and looked at Angvar.

"Who? Who is coming here to meet us?"

"A god."

"Lie!" exclaimed the Pope, walking forward with his ornate golden cane, waving his dry fingers at Angvar in front of the door, "there is only one god in this world! That is the Emperor! Apart from him , only he can meet us!"

"Oh, believe my dear Pope, what you said is absolutely correct." Angvar stood in front of the door with a smile and slowly raised his arms, and the door behind him also opened at this time.

"He is the voice of the Emperor, the representative of the Supreme Will. Now, be received by him." Angvar stepped aside as he opened it, and walked into a door outside the door behind him. A tall figure, a giant with a golden halo burning behind his head, stepped into the parliamentary hall.

Dozens of guards walked behind him. Trajan, the guard commander dressed in the fur of a white lion, led dozens of guards in golden armor to stand behind him. Behind the huge giant, the golden giant stood in front of the high lords, overlooking them speechlessly.

Angvar stood beside him and said loudly, standing in front of the Custodians and raising his arms as loudly as the messenger proclaiming the divine dwelling, "Kneel down, kneel to the Supreme Marshal of the Emperor, because everyone Your lord, the day of your judgment has come."

The high lords looked at the stalwart golden man, who was staring at them, staring at them with those golden eyes.

(End of this chapter)