Warhammer in a box

Chapter 202: Council of Thirteen

From Lecard, Ludwig also learned about Sisselin's identity and his purpose.

"The divine blood of the God-Emperor?" Looking at the golden blood flowing in the tightly sealed test tube, Ludwig's eyes were also full of yearning.

I guess no devout believer can refuse this gift?
This is an opportunity to let His blood flow in your body, which is almost the supreme honor in any church.

"Your Excellency Governor, I know that you are the chosen one of the Emperor, but the risk of integrating such pure blood of the Emperor is still very great. The entire empire has no relevant records. The human body may not be able to withstand this great power and explode to death, or it may become a madman with no consciousness."

Siserlin explained these danger warnings without emotion. This was only because the other party was the governor here and the chosen one of God. If the target was an ordinary person, he might not say anything more. Risk? What is risk?

Do we have this thing? If there is really a chance to come into contact with such pure blood of gods and artificially integrate it into human flesh, it will be the most important discovery of the entire Mechanicus and even the human empire.

What does it matter if a few people die? Even if an entire planet dies, perhaps Sisselin will think it is worth it.

"Mr. Sisselin, there is no need to say more. I can accept all the risks you mentioned. I am ready to accept this supreme honor."

Ludwig didn't want to miss this opportunity.

"I'm glad you made the right choice. Please be patient. I will prepare everything needed for the experiment soon. Please hand over the power."

Just as Sisselin was about to leave, Rogner, who had gotten the news from somewhere, walked over quickly.

"Gene Sage?"

"I didn't expect to see powerful Ultramarines here as well."

Rogna and Sisselin nodded to each other.

"Sir Ludwig, Lecard said you need to undergo transformation. I don't think it's appropriate. Your position here is too special. If something happens to you, Terra will definitely experience unnecessary turmoil."

As an extreme warrior, Rognar was more rational after all. Being good at operations, he quickly analyzed the pros and cons.

"Sir Rogna, I'm sorry, I have to go. I believe that the Emperor will not harm his loyal believers. But if... I mean if something unexpected happens to me, please take over the power of Terra. I believe you can do a better job than I can."

Looking at Ludwig's determined eyes, Rogner knew that it was impossible to persuade him.

"All right."
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Just as Terra was preparing to conduct this important experiment.

To the south of Bretonnia, next to a mountain range close to the coastline, is the Skaven's capital and the seat of the Council of Thirteen.

At this time, the twelve members of the council, who were the lords of the twelve most powerful clans of the ratmen, were holding an intense meeting.

If we were to ask which race in the medieval world loved holding meetings and engaging in intrigue the most, it would probably be the Skaven.

The Council of Thirteen, which determines the strategic direction of the Skaven race, meets almost every month, and during important wartime, it even meets every day of the week.

This may be why GW lets players control the second-in-command of the clan as the rat lords in the game. The first-in-command is addicted to endless meetings and cannot extricate themselves, so they must stay in the Skaven Capital.

Today's meeting was more intense than any other previous ones.

The first in line of the Council of Thirteen, Lord Kritislik of the Grey Prophet Clan who represented the will of the Horned Rat, was watching the lords arguing below.

It can be said that Rat Man has been having trouble everywhere recently.

The failure of the Human Empire's Operation Nunn led to a series of reactions. The Plague Clan far away in Lukia suffered heavy losses. The Lizardmen's mist barrier and the endless dangerous creatures in the forest made the Plague Clan almost unable to hold on. The most important thing was that the prestige of the Grey Prophet Clan suffered a huge blow.

The Council had agreed to obtain the necessary resources from Nuln, to create a weapon to shoot down the evil moon in the sky, to obtain unlimited dimensional stones and to restrict the Lizardmen's Slann, but what about now? Nothing has progressed at all.

The Skryre Clan invested a huge amount of resources in this endeavour, but now everything has come to nothing. The Skryre Clan also took the opportunity to question their mortal enemy, the Grey Prophet Clan.

The Lord of the Plague Clan and his younger brother, the Mopeters Clan, were questioning the Grey Prophet and other Lords.

The Plague Clan is not to be trifled with. Although they are unpopular among the ratmen because of their use of plague, they are one of the few clans that have replaced the original clans and climbed to the position of the Council of Thirteen since the establishment of the Council of Thirteen.

The screening criteria of the Council of Thirteen is that the rat lord of a clan must first accept a pillar of discipline made of dimensional stone bestowed by the Great Horned Rat. Only those who place their hands on it and then successfully gain the recognition of the Great Horned Rat will be qualified to proceed to the next step. Rats that fail to gain recognition will be instantly killed by the powerful energy released by the pillar of discipline.

However, this Pillar of Discipline is most likely controlled in secret by the Grey Seer. The Horned Rat has not appeared for several years. How could he care about the selection of every member of the council?

The next step after passing the screening is to challenge the member of parliament who holds the original seat.

But each of the congressmen is an old monster whose life has been extended by the magic of the Horned Rat. It is almost impossible for a new ratman to challenge them.

It is conceivable how powerful it was for the Plague Clan to climb to the position of senator. Later, they even climbed to the 7th place in the parliament and recruited a younger brother. The Plague Clan then had two votes in the parliament.

"Someone must compensate the Plague Clan for their losses!"

"So are Clan Skryre. The Grey Seers must pay for this."

"The losses of the Plague Clan? Do you think other clans have no losses?"

This is indeed the case. Not only in Rukia's battle, but almost all the ratman forces in the Old World suffered serious losses.

The ratmen did try to attack Nuln again, but the appearance of automatic rifles and other 40k equipment made their slave rat army useless.

This situation not only occurred in Nuln, but also in the entire human empire. Even in the confrontation with the dwarves underground or in the mountains, they encountered heavy blows from these weapons.

The number of Skaven slave rats is not unlimited. Perhaps the entire Skaven population is extremely large, even more than ordinary rats, but after being dispersed into various clans, the population of each clan is limited.

The excessive death of slave rats will have some impact on the clan.

No matter how fast the reproduction speed is, it still takes time. The most important thing is that the enemy is no longer afraid of this kind of human wave tactics.

One bullet can kill a ratman.

The council fell into an endless quarrel, and Kritislik looked at Mosgot, the lord of the Skuri clan, who was sitting in the second seat.

One monopolized the rat people's magic, and the other monopolized the rat people's technology. Normally, the two sides were extremely incompatible, but at this time, Kritisrik had to ask his opponent.

"Mosget, how is the progress in cracking this kind of weapon of human beings?"

Hearing his opponent's question, Mosget responded: "Its construction is not difficult, but it is almost impossible to mass-produce it, and the failure rate of those that are produced is also extremely high."

The priests of the Mechanicus were afraid that the rats would copy them, so even though it was a little troublesome, they still designed the important components on the production line to be high-precision parts that had to be polished by the priests themselves. It would be almost impossible to copy them with the rough craftsmanship of the rats.

(End of this chapter)