I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 376: Blood mixed with Hydra's snake venom
Zhou Yun's will was like a mechanical tentacles extending to the surroundings, gently touching the machine souls hidden in the gunboats, sensing the existence of the spirits of the machines.
Every screw and cable of those gunboats was exposed to Zhou Yun's control.
This is the ability he gained from the field of vicious skills, the control over all things.

Zhou Yun used the memory of the machine soul in the gunboat to find out which guy dared to intercept the original body's ship, but found that the mastermind behind it was issuing orders through many complex and hidden command levels.

The real mastermind behind the scenes was hidden behind the empire's complicated administrative system. The machine soul's memory could not trace back to the original person who gave the order.
Even the gunboats received orders from different command systems. The original person who gave the order must have a good understanding of the administrative system of the entire empire.

Hmm. This is unlikely to be the state religion. The state religion has no real official armed forces except for the Sisters of Battle.

Maybe the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Ministry of Justice, or the Navy?
Of course, it could also be Mars.
But Zhou Yun was just trying it out. He had other ways to find the real culprit.

Zhou Yun calmed down and used his will to issue orders to the machine spirits in all directions.

A slight but unignorable tremor came from the ship under Zhou Yun's feet. At the same time, the gunboats chasing around the ship also began to tremble slightly.

"Oh no! The machine spirit is unhappy!"

"Damn it! The gunboat doesn't obey my command!"

"I've been driving it for more than ten years, how come it's out of control now!"

Chaos spread from the surrounding gunboats, and the drivers were horrified to find that the machines they were once familiar with suddenly stagnated, jammed, and malfunctioned. Some of the machines were even out of the driver's control and began to move on their own.

They seemed to be deprived of power; their flying speed suddenly slowed down and they fell towards the ground uncontrollably.

Tirian looked at this scene in amazement, but although he was old and fat, his brain was not slow.

He quickly thought of the teachings of Saint Doraemon that were passed down through the star language:

Saint Doraemon is the original power, one of the three wills of the God of All Machines.

Apparently this Saint Doraemon showed His unique miracle
The great sage Belisarius Dora Cawl was watching this scene. He turned his head slightly and looked at his Martian colleagues who were standing there stiffly.

“111001101000100010010001’111010001011011010000101’111001011000111010011111.”

The Great Sage uttered a series of complex binary codes and said to his Martian colleagues in front of him,

The meaning of this binary code is "You should praise this, this is the miracle of the original power!"

The wise men from Mars were still in shock, communicating with each other in binary in low voices.

Belisarius Kaul looked at this scene and felt a sense of comfort flowing through his neural network.
Logically, he should have headed directly to Mars to complete the second mission that Guilliman had given him ten thousand years ago.
But now, Kaul believes that he needs to teach these colleagues who have not yet recognized the existence of the original power as a prophet.
These Mechanicus sages and technical priests who rushed to the Moon and Terra will be the first group of believers of the God of All Machines to receive teachings.

Then Cawl would take them back to Mars to lay the foundation for the arrival of the primal power on Mars.

However, Zhou Yun did not react to Kaul's actions. Kaul only regarded it as the tacit approval of the original power.

What? Could it be that the Primal Power couldn't understand the binary code? How is this possible?

Zhou Yun didn't pay much attention to what was happening on Caul's side. He just watched as Tirian quickly coordinated with the personnel on the ground and prepared a landing place for their ship.
Well, bribery is extremely efficient. "If we follow the normal procedure, it will take at least half a month at the fastest." Tirian said with a bitter tone.

Although the technique was somewhat abstract, it was still highly efficient. The void ship quickly received instructions to land in the affiliated airport on the Eternal Wall of the imperial palace.

It's not Lion's Gate Airport. Zhou Yun touched his chin and thought,

There are two airports in the palace, the Eternal Wall Airport near the outer palace wall and the Lion's Gate Airport in the inner palace.
After some coordination by Tyrian, he actually only allowed the void ship carrying the Primarch to land at the Eternal Wall Airport, which is the outer palace.

I'm afraid that there are indeed people in the inner court of the palace, that is, among the high lords, who are afraid of the Primarch and dare not let the Primarch land directly near them.

Zhou Yun had a strange expression on his face. If Guilliman was the only one on the ship, Zhou Yun could understand their suspicion and fear of him.
But there is not only Guilliman on this ship, but also the Archangel Sanguinius.
They were actually suspicious and fearful of even the Archangels? Did they feel that even a merciful Sanguinius would not forgive them for what they had done? So they tried every possible way to delay the two Primarchs from entering the inner palace?

But neither Sanguinius nor Guilliman bothered to care about the High Lords now.

Zhou Yun and the other two now only wanted to get to the Holy Sanctuary in the inner palace as soon as possible and face the emperor directly in the throne room.

Guilliman, Zhou Yun, and Sanguinius exchanged a quick look.

"Captain Valyria." Zhou Yun's eyes fell on the taciturn golden-armored warrior beside him.
The shield captain of the Imperial Guard, Valyria, looked at Zhou Yun, asking with his eyes what Zhou Yun needed him to do.
"We need to contact His Excellency Trajan, the commander of the Imperial Guards."

Iltu Simotrien, the sallow-faced and bloated Minister of Internal Affairs, was hiding in a dark safe house deep in his palace, biting his nails tremblingly.
He is the man sitting at the top of the Empire's power pyramid, the chief of the High Lords' Council, and the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the largest department in the entire Empire. He is famous for his persistence in seizing the initiative in politics.
But in private, he is an insecure person. He has the most power, but the foundation of his power is also the weakest.
The power of the Inquisitor Representative Ers comes from every Inquisitor, the power of the Chief of the Astronomical Court, Keraplin, comes from himself and those psykers, and the Rogue Trader Representative comes from the Emperor's authorization and countless wealth.
The Pope of the State Religion comes from the Faith, the High Admiral comes from the Ship, the Commander of the Custodians comes from the Emperor's Perfect Creation, the Navigator Ambassador comes from the Third Eye, and the Forge General comes from Mars.
As the chief minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, his power came only from the parchment scrolls, the scriptorium, and hundreds of millions of officials in the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
It was those poor employees who had been unable to leave their jobs for generations and had suffered spinal disease from working in front of their desks that gave Iltu Simotrien the power.
Irtu was never a single individual. He was the embodiment of all the officials, scholars, workers and their descendants of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He was the representative of their will, the defender of their interests and the gatekeeper of their traditions.

They are like cells that converge into Iltu Simotrien.
Therefore, every time Irtu took a breath, he could feel the heavy burden on his shoulders. The lives and deaths of hundreds of millions of Ministry of Internal Affairs employees depended on Irtu.

Iltu must protect the traditions of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. In other words, Iltu must sit firmly at the pinnacle of imperial power and maintain the immutability of imperial laws.
Because even the smallest change in Imperial law would lead to countless unemployment, countless sudden deaths, and countless chaos and corruption in the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Irtu originally did a very good job on this job, but now
Irtu bit his nails anxiously.
But now the Primarch has returned.
"The Primarchs will bring the worst thing - reform!"

"Isn't it? Lord Iltu!"

Iltu's most trusted subordinate, his assistant minister Nessus, said in a sad tone.

Nessus is the only one of Iltu's men who can enter Iltu's safe house. Iltu trusts him completely.
Because Nessus was selected by Irtu when he was still a child and raised from childhood.
His life, death, wealth, glory and power all depended on Itur, and there was no possibility of betrayal.

And Nessus always gives Irtu the advice he needs most.
"That's right! Reform!"

Irtu yelled nervously:

"How could they be so evil! They are a bunch of fratricidal lunatics! They almost destroyed us!"

"Now they are back and are here to destroy us again." Nessus nodded in agreement.

"What else do they want to bring us? A new great expedition? Let the tide of blood kill all humans!" Irtu roared, "We must stop them and delay their progress. I need time to reach a consensus with other high lords."

"I have followed your instructions and let them land at the Eternity Gate Airport." Nessus said softly.

"Very good, that's good. My arrangement will stop them. Hopefully, it will hold them back for a few days."

Irtu Simotrien stood up suddenly, waving his arms and shouting, as if to cheer himself up:
"Nessus, give me a list of the high lords I can convince?"

"We will definitely be able to convince the Minister of Justice Avilisa Drachma, the Pope of the State Religion Bardo Sleister, and the High-ranking Admiral of the Navy Mereda Perris."

"The Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, Fadix, the Forging General, Ude Udiya Laski, the Spokesperson of the Rogue Traders, Kania Danda, and the Commander of the Imperial Guard, Trajan. Maybe we can convince them."

"Oh, I privately think that perhaps the Prime Minister of the Empire, His Excellency Tirian, will also stand on our side."

The corners of Nessus' mouth slightly curved:
"After all, the power of the Imperial Chancellor is entirely dependent on Imperial law. The corrupt and venal old Tyrian may be reluctant to give up his power."

"Then we have a lot of advantages!" The Minister of the Interior Irtu almost shouted with joy.

Nessus stood in a dark corner, watching Irtu talk about how he would deal with the two Primarchs, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
He whispered in a voice that the mortal Iltu could not hear:
"Hercules kept his word and shot an arrow through the monster's spine. The iron arrowhead penetrated all the way to its chest."

"Nessus pulled out the iron arrow, and blood gushed out from his chest and back, mixed with Hydra's snake venom."

(End of this chapter)