Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

"Where's the forbidden army? Where's the guard of the forbidden army? Why don't you stop him!"

The new head of the Government Affairs Council questioned his followers in a low voice, but anger and fear almost filled his chest, so that the volume that should have been controlled began to rise uncontrollably.

The fleet did not stop at the Government Affairs Council as he expected, but drove straight to the Throne Court?

What does this mean? Brayton didn't dare to think about it at this time, but since the opponent took off from the Antarctic, the original plan seemed to have been completely out of control.

What about the Imperial Army?What role do they play in this?
What about the Imperial Fist?They who control the entire Terra air defense system must have obtained the flight path of the aircraft fleet in the first place!What is their position?

What about Star Language Court?The other party took off from Antarctica instead of Starport!That means Calvin didn't just arrive on Terra!Why did Xingyuting withhold this crucial information?
Breton didn't dare to think about it anymore, too many accidents had already changed his original plan beyond recognition;
The positions of too many people were completely different from his expectations, which also let him know that this "political blackmail" privately negotiated by several high lords has since become a reminder for them to seek their own death.

He is no longer concerned about whether the original plan was successful or not. What is before him is another cruel question:

What about his allies?What will be done?
Maybe you have to give up on him?There is nothing wrong with this, and it would be the same choice for him.

How to survive this political drama, or to be more realistic:
How to preserve the continuation of the family behind him as much as possible while paying the smallest price, even if the price is himself...

Forbidden Army!Still the ban!
Brayton rediscovered the clue that played the most critical role in this incident.

They did not appear in the Beast War, nor did they appear in the Faith War.

Except for the secret interference in the "Supreme Minister" incident, even their comrades and an indispensable part of the combat system-the Sister of Silence was dismissed, they still did not show up.

These existences above the political ecology of the empire have been silent for so long that he and his allies have forgotten their existence.

And today, at the meeting that decides the changes in the supreme power of the empire, when it involves the success or failure of the debut of the mysterious new Lord of the Inquisition, they appeared.

There must be something that he and his allies don't know...

There must be something that has quietly changed...

Breton no longer questioned the speechless follower. Since he didn't know some things himself, how could the poor man in front of him know?
He slowly picked up the water glass on the table, and the shapeless cow drank it before slumping heavily on the table.

As for the identity of the lord of Terra and the decency and reserve of the Chief of the Government Council, in the eyes of Breton at this time, it was already a kind of extravagant emotion.

"Forbidden Army, or Forbidden Army!" He muttered in his mouth, but his eyes tried to communicate with the two people on the opposite side of the seat.

"Forbidden Army? Here!" A loud voice responded to Breton's question.

The thick wooden gilded door of the conference hall was pushed open again, and all eyes focused on the door following the announcement.

A tall, inhuman golden figure strode into the room. On the burly body standing on the sword, it was wearing the famous "castle lord's helmet".

The No.17 Marshal of the Imperial Army, Trajan Valoris, rarely walked into this palace that belonged to mortals after several centuries.

The high lords couldn't sit still anymore, they got up one after another and bowed down to the leader of the eagle guard who had a detached position.

Even Mars Foundry Director, who occupied half of the conference hall, sent out a greeting to the Marshal of the Imperial Army from the loudspeaker in his huge body.

But those voices did not include Breton.

It wasn't that he didn't want to follow the crowd, but that as the speaker of the Imperial Council, the position he held before he inherited the power of the Government Council, he had no chance to meet this adult in the palace who walked all the year round.

And in the etiquette rules of the upper nobles of the empire, if there is no intermediary to make an introduction, it would be an extremely abrupt behavior to start a conversation rashly for the first time.

He could only watch with anxiety and embarrassment as the golden-armored giant walked to his seat as if no one else was there after responding to all the greetings one by one, and put aside the golden eagle helmet that represented his existence every day.

But his two "allies" turned a blind eye to his anxious gaze, as if they were asleep.

A troop of Custodians then entered and marched along the perimeter of the meeting room, their number exactly twice the size of the seats, leaving two behind each of the High Lords.

When all the forbidden troops were in place, the two people at the door closed the door together after receiving Trajan's signal.

Everyone in the venue, who had just relaxed, fell into a strange silence again after this change.

"Who are you?" Sir Julio Malcolm, the representative of the Rogue Traders, was the first to lose his composure.

As one of the three non-resident seats in the Twelve High Lords Conference, he had the weakest confidence, so he had to be the first to break the silence amidst some people's eye gestures.

However, Trajan did not respond to his question. The latter still sat on the specially enlarged armchair like a sculpture, and did not respond until the foundry director of Mars asked about Calvin's whereabouts.

"Aren't the representatives of the trial court here yet? Their representatives haven't attended this meeting yet?"

"Don't be impatient."

For this veteran supreme lord, Trajan still gave considerable respect.

After all, the Mars behind him is a self-contained body, the real pole of the Empire's double-headed eagle.

"Where is Lord Calvin now?" The Pope of the State Church took the opportunity to ask the question that everyone cared about.

Regarding the representative of the new force, Trajan weighed it a bit and chose to respond, and his answer made everyone in the venue stop their actions:

"The Court of Thrones, the Gate of Silver."

Is this really going to face saint?

All the high lords looked at each other in blank dismay. When this possible speculation was confirmed by Trajan, they did not show any obvious reaction.

It's not that they are not surprised by the incident itself, but that the mortals who can stand here are the most elite part of the empire.

At this moment, they were all thinking about the subsequent impact of this matter, but Calvin's Holy Face itself became an irrelevant issue.

Meet the Emperor...

When was the last time someone was able to walk into the deepest hall in the palace area alive?
I'm afraid it will go back to the era of apostasy, right?
It was the "Emperor's Bride" under the command of High Lord Gorg Van Dier who confronted the Alliance of Chapters Astartes on Terra.

The fragile regime of the empire is almost about to declare a split under this "internal fire".

It was also this group of imperial guards who came out and led the leaders of the battle nuns who claimed to be the "Emperor's Bride" to the deepest part of the throne room, and only then did Van Dier's demise be confirmed from the most fundamental legal system.

It was also this invitation to enter the Throne Court that changed Terra's political landscape again.

After experiencing such violent turmoil, the imperial state religion welcomed six living saints one after another.

Since then, the order of the Battle Sisters has been divided into three and then into six.As a result, it flourished in the following hundreds of years and made great military exploits for the stability of the empire's territory.

The originally precarious position of the state religion of the empire was supported, and the Inquisition also gained a sharp internal sword after having the external heavy hammer of the Holy Hammer Order.

Since then, the traditional forces represented by the Council of Government Affairs, Navigators, and the Imperial Navy have had to admit the fact that the state religion of the Empire has been permanently stationed in the Senate of Terra.

What about this time?

Under the emperor's pardon, a new empire's force is enough to gain a firm foothold in Terra;

If the Tribunal, which was originally the top power in the empire, was authorized by the emperor again, what would be the consequences?

Is another saint about to appear?

And unlike those saints far away on the border of the empire, this one was born in Terra...

The heavens of the empire are about to change.

A group of supreme lords who dominate Terra and represent the various powers of the empire have lost all interest at this time, and are no longer interested in Breton's fate.

What they are thinking at this time is more about whether they can adapt to the new rules under the master who is about to appear, and what kind of impact these rules will have on the empire in the future.
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In fact, whether or not St. Calvin can be canonized doesn't really matter.

What he wants to know most at this time is how many doors are left for him to pass through this ancient palace with a history of thousands of years.

There are so many doors...

Calvin complained weakly in his heart, but still led by the imperial guards in front, he continued to pass through the tall porch guarded by these imperial guards.

How majestic and magnificent the buildings of these palaces are, even the lowest dome is tens of meters high;

They are all decorated with gold and precious stones, even the floor under Calvin's feet is as transparent as jade.

How majestic these porches are, the passages nearly [-] meters high and tens of meters wide are enough for Titans to walk through them;
They have been devoted to years of time and energy by the best craftsmen, writing and depicting the great achievements of the human empire on these huge doors in the most intuitive form of relief.

Walking in these palaces, a divine soul like Calvin can't help but marvel at the great power of civilization,
After passing through countless doors, with Calvin's inhumanly burly body, he couldn't help but have the illusion of his own insignificance.

But these were details, not things he really cared about.

In fact, since arriving at Terra again, Calvin, who had already made some achievements in the soul realm, clearly felt the enormous pressure—the pressure from the Lord of Humanity who lived deep in the throne room.

And it seems to have reached a certain limit, and it seems to have touched a certain mechanism.

When Calvin followed the leading guards to the core area of ​​the Throne Court, he stepped on the first jade-polished floor with heavy steps.

This kind of ubiquitous pressure erupted in an instant, stimulating Calvin's power from dormancy, forcing him to enter the state of spiritual vision in an instant.

boom!
The boundary between subspace and reality began to blur at this moment. It was expected that the signature sneaky noise of Central Subspace did not appear, but Calvin was quite surprised.

Oh, the subspace here is extraordinarily "clean", probably due to the existence in front of me...

As soon as Calvin thought of this, he was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he lost the interest to speak.

A gigantic star with endless flames and strange white and gold colors floated in Calvin's spiritual vision.

And his own soul instinctively protects himself under the stimulation of this power.

A slightly smaller, dilapidated black planet expanded rapidly from scratch, squeezed out a space in the position of the two-color star, and finally looked at each other in silent rotation.

hum...

Huge fluctuations of spiritual energy began to spread in the middle of the distance from Calvin to the throne room.The psykers of the entire Throne Court and even the entire Terra were speechless.

The majestic mountain of Olympia trembles from the everlasting torch of the Fortress of Forgotten.

Countless wizards in the Xingyu Court howled hoarsely, feeling endless horror at the collapse of their carefully constructed witchcraft structure.

The members of the navigator's family all gave up social activities and curled up in their gorgeous palaces, wondering about the sudden recovery of their mutated bodies;
Countless empire registered psykers in the City of Sight stopped their work amidst the "loud noise" that only psykers could hear, and looked worriedly in the direction of the palace area...

The turmoil aroused by the outside world is still continuing, but Calvin himself has long since recovered from the initial shock.

Well, at first it was shock, then it felt familiar, and finally there was some relief that some speculations were confirmed.

Yes, until this time Calvin finally confirmed that the existence in front of him was the "star" that signed the contract with him and gave him "household registration".

And it is also under the gift of this existence that he has the opportunity to obtain a divine soul, and after meeting again, he can re-observe the existence in front of him from a higher-level perspective.

But this is not necessarily a good thing, at least Calvin thinks so.

The more he understands spiritual power, the more he can understand how powerful the existence in front of him is;
Likewise, the more he learned about the mysteries of the soul, the more Calvin understood what a miracle it was that existed before him.

This is a pressure unimaginable to those without psychic talent:
This existence called the Lord of Humanity is like a burning star in the eyes of all psykers;

Every moment, the energy field that is as deadly as radiation rays to psykers is being swayed outward.

Weak psykers couldn't even get close to him, and when the black ship reached the outer reaches of the distant solar system, it spontaneously disappeared under his brilliance.

Ordinary psykers can't look directly at his existence, because in the world of idealism, there is no difference between looking directly at his existence and challenging him;

As for him who fell into a deep sleep, just the instinctive defense mechanism around him was enough to burn those arrogant souls to death.

Calvin was no exception, and even in his cognition, this defensive force had a clearer intention to attack a powerful soul like him.

Until the being known as the Emperor awakens, the more powerful the soul, the more it is seen as a threat.

This is also a scene that people who have not reached the other side of the soul to achieve divine authority cannot see:
With Calvin's power level, psionic power was far from the Emperor's truly terrifying place in his feelings.

From the perspective of Calvin’s authority, the core “concept” in “him” other than spiritual power is the source of all power and the source of deeper pressure.

Yes, after walking all the way and deeply experiencing the power of the emperor, Calvin saw a scene that shocked him when he crossed the barrier of the material plane from the perspective of his own power and looked at the blazing and radiant existence from a distance. .

what is that?Calvin couldn't be sure.

From the intuitive perspective of spiritual power, it is a glaring ball of eyes that cannot be seen directly;

From the perspective of authority, it is a collection of countless wills, and it is an extension of a certain concept.

Then from another perspective, Calvin tried to use the inscriptions in his body to make a deeper structure of that existence.

The scene in the field of vision changed again, the dazzling light group went out after the spiritual energy was filtered out, and the concept that was too complicated to understand was summarized under the special structure of the "inscription".

In Calvin's eyes, a bloody sword loomed deep in the throne room.

"The lord of mankind...?" Calvin murmured.

The two guards leading the way acted as if they had never heard of it, and did not respond to Calvin's treacherous words.

They didn't know when they stopped in front of a still majestic and grand portal, and they didn't take a step forward, but stood on both sides of the portal holding halberds.

From their silent but unmistakable body language, Calvin could tell that the road ahead was only his own.

Without hesitation, Calvin pushed open the silver gate engraved with the great deeds of the emperor, and then disappeared behind the gate.

"I'm afraid it is, the human sword is right..."

The voice of this special visitor still echoed in the depths of the throne room, but the two garrisoned Custodians remained motionless like eternal stones.