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

Chapter 408 Everything we do next is for the Emperor
"The false god visited Ude Udiya Lasky?"

"Then Ude Udiya Lasky went to the palace?"

Iltu Simotrien was in the depths of his old mansion, listening to Nessus's report on Ude Udiya Laski's movements.

He lay on a chair made of rattan, half of his body twitching uncontrollably.

Irtu tried his best to suppress his trembling, as if he was resisting his declining body.
Where has the once wise, rational, cautious and reliable head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs gone?
Why do mortals age so quickly? Why do we lose most of our strength and wisdom in just a few decades?

Nessus showed pity in his heart, but his excellent acting skills prevented his expression from revealing this emotion.

Irtu held on to the rattan chair with his twitching arms, struggling and trying hard to think about the situation, trying to understand the meaning behind Ude Udiya Laski's behavior.

If it was the younger Irtu, he would have realized the answer by now, right?
Apparently, the Saint Doraemon and the Casting General had reached some kind of consensus.

In all likelihood, it was because Saint Doraemon had repaired or maintained the function of the Golden Throne in some way, which was what Ude Udea Lasky had always been thinking about.

And Nessus knew that Saint Doraemon really occupied a part of the area in the subspace related to the God of All Machines. In a sense, he was indeed one of the candidates for the God of All Machines.

If it was Vashtor, the Lord of Ten Thousand Furnaces, the spirit of the Mechanicus might still be able to rely on their false and incomplete beliefs to obtain the protection of the false Om Messiah Emperor.
But Saint Doraemon and the Emperor have reached an agreement. The Emperor obviously intends to sell the Mechanicus to Saint Doraemon. The Mechanicus will have no chance of resistance. They may not even have the idea of ​​resistance.

The gods they believe in have sold them out, what else can they do?
Unless Saint Doraemon's power is exhausted, the spirit of the Mechanicus is nothing but a toy in the palm of his hand.

But it is almost impossible to exhaust Saint Doraemon's power. He has gained the faith of almost billions of residents of Terra through food, and Mars is too close to Terra.

But for the Mechanicus, this is not a bad thing. At least they have a god to believe in.

The Mechanicus itself is just a means for the Emperor to filter the power of the evil arts field with the help of the Martian Dragon Dream and use the power of the evil arts field more safely. It is just one of the Emperor's thousands of lies. Now at least the belief has come true.

Of course, Nessus did not intend to tell Irtu these words, as this was not in line with his real purpose and would not be conducive to the empire's reform.

Moderate and rational conservatives are more dangerous than extremely stupid conservatives, because moderate and rational conservatives often force reformists to compromise.

The extremely stupid conservatives will only destroy themselves.

He induced Irtu to lead the conservative faction of the entire Terra bureaucracy towards self-destruction.

"My lord, the Forging General has cared deeply about the Golden Throne for hundreds of years."

"I'm afraid he wanted to go to the Golden Throne anyway, but it just happened that the false god visited him before that."

Nessus spoke to Iltu in a voice as seductive as a snake.

Irtu's body couldn't help but tremble, his neuropathy tormenting him.

"Is it really so?" Irtu asked timidly.

"Of course, sir." Nessus smiled and said, "Have you forgotten what the Forging General promised?"

"Now the Ministry of Justice, the Ecclesiarchy, and Mars are all yours. The Astra Militarum and the Navy will obey you. The Custodes and the Assassins will remain neutral."

"Our chances of winning are very high. We just need to make trouble at the next High Lords' Council."

"Yes, yes, yes," Irtu said in a daze.

"Look, I almost forgot again. It's time for you to take your medicine." Nessus glanced at the clock and took out the medicine prepared by the Mechanicus Sage from the small stasis field safe next to him.

This drug is an oral preparation used to relieve Irtu's neurasthenia and inject vitality into his cells.
Nessus opened the stopper of the potion and let his sleeve hang gently over the mouth of the bottle. A barely perceptible drop of nerve poison fell into the oral solution.

Nessus had to admit that Irtu was indeed an excellent official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Even the long years did not completely defeat him.
This forced Nessus to use a chronic nerve poison to destroy Iltu's nerves and mind.
A wise head of the Interior Department, a wise leader of the conservatives, is not conducive to the complete destruction of the conservatives.

This potion is a specialty of the Legion, and even the priests of the Mechanicus cannot detect it.

Iltu took the medicine from Nessus and drank it down in full trust. Of course he trusted Nessus. Nessus was his assistant minister and he had raised him since he was a child. Everything depended on Iltu, so there was almost no possibility of betrayal.
Moreover, the whole process of Nessus taking the medicine was under Irtu's watchful eyes, but Irtu's mortal eyes could not see Nessus's movements clearly.

The effects of the potion began to take effect, and Iltu seemed a little dizzy.

"My Lord, it is normal to feel dizzy. Didn't the sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus also say so?"

Nessus helped Irtu up and walked slowly towards the bedroom.
Irtu struggled a little: "I don't have time to rest, I still have work to do."

"Let me do it for you." Nessus smiled gently.

"My child, you are so reliable." Irtu held Nessus's hand: "I will protect everything we have forged, protect the empire we once had, and then you will inherit my position."

"My Lord, I only want to serve you." Nessus smiled and covered Irtu with a blanket, then slowly left the bedroom and came to Irtu's desk. He looked at the documents that the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs had to deal with.
There was a mountain of them, and Iltu processed about half of them. However, as Nessus had expected, there were many subtle holes and flaws in the ones Iltu processed.

His nerves were destroyed by chronic neurotoxins, and his will and thinking were not as good as before, which had become more and more so in the past ten years. Nessus sighed, began to correct the small mistakes made by Irtu, and handled the remaining government affairs.

"If this empire is gone, we will have to disperse."

Nessus shook his head tiredly:

"But everything we do next will be for the Emperor."

What Nessus didn't know was that not far behind him, the clown shadow prophet Hilandri Veilwalker, who wore a blind spot star, was watching him.
Humans are still the best at playing tricks, Hilandri Curtain Walker couldn't help but sigh in her heart,
She had seen all of Nessus' actions, including the poisoning.

It was obvious that this kid was not normal, but Zhou Yun and Guilliman did not order a crackdown.

"Wait a minute, now the net is closed, who will do the work?"

This is what Zhou Yun and Guilliman told Hilandri Veilwalker.

Humans are still the best at playing! Looking at Nessus who was working diligently, the Eldar clown Shadow Prophet couldn't help but sigh again,

Human play is truly unique, abstract, and bizarre.

There are two headquarters monasteries within the Sisters of Battle.
One is the Holy Monastery located on the Ophelia VII satellite, the second holy place for mankind and the second base of the state religion besides Terra.

The other is the First Monastery located on Terra, which is the one Zhou Yun visited today.

After the forging general Uula went to the Golden Throne, Zhou Yun took Nobita Nobi to visit the headquarters of the battle nuns as planned.

But at this moment, Zhou Yun's thoughts were still on Wuwula's words.
Wuula asked Zhou Yun about the "Dragon on Mars".

Zhou Yun certainly knew what it was. It was the Martian dragon that was sealed by the Emperor in the depths of the Martian Dark Night Labyrinth. It was a thing that looked like a fragment of the Star God Void Dragon. It was probably the true form of the Ohm Messiah worshipped by the Mechanicus.

But Zhou Yun did not answer Uula's question immediately. After all, this matter was related to one of the biggest lies told by the Emperor, about the birth of the entire Mechanicus.

Instead, he asked Uwula how she knew about the existence of dragons, but Uwula could only say that she knew about it in her dreams, and that she only had such dreams on Mars, and would forget them almost immediately after waking up.

Wuula now only vaguely remembers the existence of the "dragon" and does not know the details.

Zhou Yun planned to discuss the matter with Guilliman and Sanguinius, then go to the Emperor to find out the details before making any plans.

"Sir?" Mo Wen Val noticed Zhou Yun's distraction and asked with concern, "Is there something important?"

"It's just a lie that has been going on for 10,000 years. It won't matter for a while."

Zhou Yun shook his head and turned to look at Mo Wen Val:

"Where were you talking about?"

"I just said that thanks to your kindness, most of the residents can now have enough food."

"However, our practice of distributing water and food for free has shaken the interests of many guilds, and those merchants are very dissatisfied."

Morwen Val's lips were slightly pursed together, as if she was dissatisfied with those guild merchants.

"Is there any trouble?" Zhou Yun asked with a smile.

"You know, our sisters of the Battle Sisters are not good at speaking and have clumsy tongues, and cannot compare to those eloquent businessmen."

Morwen Val also smiled a little:
"But fortunately, thanks to your blessing, our bolters are always eloquent. They are here to help us negotiate with the guild merchants."

"Our bolters often silence the Guild merchants with their thunderous eloquence."

"Of course." Zhou Yun nodded slightly: "But you still have to exercise restraint when it comes to killing people."

"Hmm?" Mo Wen Val blinked slightly, not understanding the meaning of Zhou Yun's words.

"Try to keep the corpse intact and do not affect the recovery of protein blocks and corpse starch." Zhou Yun warned softly: "I have seen the data compiled by Guilliman. Food is still in short supply now. Don't waste it."

The power of the grenade launcher is too strong for mortals. If you are not careful, you will be blown into charcoal. It will be troublesome to recycle it into corpse starch and protein blocks.

Mo Wen Val bowed his head devoutly and humbly accepted Zhou Yun's teachings.
Then she pointed to a small monastery annex in front of her.

"Sir, the Saint Girl is waiting for you inside."

(End of this chapter)