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

Chapter 420: The Admiral's plane crashed and killed the Minister of Justice

Zhou Yun used a decree to make himself the chief judge of the Tribunal. In theory, the one who lost the most power was Ers, the representative of the Tribunal.

After all, the position of High Lord should theoretically belong to the leaders of various important institutions. In the past, the Inquisition did not have a unified leader, so the Inquisition representative, Ers, was needed to serve as the High Lord.
Now that Zhou Yun is the chief judge of the Tribunal, Ers, the representative of the Tribunal, naturally loses his meaning of existence.

So is Els sad about this?
Not at all, Ers even felt secretly happy,
She originally had a three-year term left, and had to continue working in the hell of the High Lord for another three years. After three years, she might be voted in for re-election by other inquisitors.

Now, the position of High Lord belongs to Zhou Yun, and Ers can retire early. She can now go around the galaxy and slaughter the enemies of the Emperor happily.
Ha! Aliens, demons, traitors and heretics, your dear mother Ers is back!

Els even couldn't help but smile because of joy.

Then, Ers felt a gaze cast over him,
Zhou Yun turned his head and stared at Ers silently.

Ers shuddered all over.

Zhou Yun took out a parchment scroll from his four-dimensional pocket with a speed that amazed Ers. He quickly signed and sealed it, and then stuffed it into Ers' pocket.

Els didn't even have time to react.
She lowered her head blankly and looked at the parchment scroll in her hand.
"In the name of the Emperor, the Chief Inquisitor Zhou Yunyin has stepped into the Inquisition with his left foot. He will be removed from his position as Chief Inquisitor. Cleopatra Ers will take over as the acting Chief Inquisitor."

Below is the Emperor's signature.

Ers opened his mouth slightly, looking at the parchment scroll in his hand in horror.

She looked up at Zhou Yun, who was smiling. Zhou Yun nodded gently at her, with an encouraging expression on his face, as if saying to Ers: "You can do it."

How could it still be like this? !
Ers was upset, upset that he had been complacent too early.

She should have sneaked out of the archive room just now and let Zhou Yun ignore her existence, so that the position of acting chief of the court of justice might have been given to the castle lord.

She missed her chance to retire early and had to continue being trapped in this hell of High Lord for another three years. Wait?!
Ers suddenly realized something and looked at the parchment in his hand.
Her body twitched violently, but she saw that a corner of the parchment clearly stated: "The position of the Chief Justice of the Tribunal is to be taken over by Cleopatra Ers, and this acting position is for life."

The parchment scroll suddenly became a noose around her neck, and a feeling of suffocation and dizziness swept through her body.
If she was not a well-trained inquisitor, she would have fainted by now.

At this moment, the Lord of the Inquisition Fortress looked at Ers.

"Then, my Lord, should we immediately notify the other Inquisitors in the galaxy?"

"Will you attend the next High Lords' meeting as a representative of the Inquisition or as the Grand Master of the Inquisition?"

"How do I inform the other Grand Inquisitors, Grey Knights, and Death Watch of your change in position?"

"There are some documents that you need to review immediately."

The Lord of the Inquisition spoke to Els in his characteristic dry voice.

Er suddenly felt that he might as well faint.

Dust flew through the palace, and the rumble of six massive cranes made Tyrion's ears hurt.

Every time a meeting of the High Lords was held, Tirian always felt that he was not the Prime Minister of the Empire or the chief bureaucrat of the Senate, but an ordinary hive contractor, struggling on the front line of the construction site.

Every time the High Lords' Council is held, the Great Council Hall must be demolished and rebuilt. The ceiling must be completely removed, and the small gardens around it will also be demolished to make room for those large machines.
This is certainly not because the High Lords are extravagant, but because one of the High Lords is so unique and so huge.
Almost as high as the High Lords' Great Council Hall, the huge and heavy machinery with a chassis half the size of the Great Council Hall was hoisted by six large cranes and hung from the ceiling into the High Lords' Great Council Hall.
Suddenly the ground shook, and Tirian almost fell.
Fortunately, a hand reached out from Tirian's blind spot and gently supported him.

"Thank you." Tyrian smiled and nodded to the person in his blind spot.

Then the sages of the Mechanicus entered the Council Chamber and began to install the outer parts of this huge machine.

Tyrian often worried that if these sages hid some bombs in the body of this huge machine, they might be able to send all the High Lords to see the Emperor. Perhaps there was no need for bombs. The firepower of this machine itself might be able to match that of a knight mecha, and it could tear the flesh and blood bodies of the High Lords into pieces. The Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, Fadix, might survive.

Fortunately, the situation that Tirian worried about did not happen during the eighty years he served as Chancellor of the Empire.

The sages of the Adeptus Mechanicus installed the peripheral parts of the machine and inserted the cables into the back of the dwarf with two faces.
That is the terminal of the Martian Casting General, used to communicate with ordinary people.

After doing all this, the sages left the council hall without saying a word.
For a moment, it seemed that the only people left in the entire council hall were Tyrian, the dwarf with two faces, and the huge machine.

"Your Excellency Ude Udiya Lasky." Tirian gently performed the Sky Eagle Salute. His etiquette was perfect.

But the dwarf with two faces said in a cold tone: "Please call me Uula, Lord Tirian." "Don't think you can humiliate me just because Saint Doraemon favors you. You can call me by anything other than the name Saint Doraemon gave me."

Tirian's expression froze for a moment, then he bowed his head slightly to apologize.

Then Tirian spoke to the blind spot of his vision: "Mr. Harlequin, please clean up the surroundings."

A clown Eldar dressed in fancy clothes took off the blind spot star on his chest, bowed slightly to Tyrian, and then disappeared in the light and shadow.

After a while, some low wailing sounds were heard from the hidden corners around, and the spies hiding around were eliminated by the clown.

"Alien." Uwula said disdainfully.

"But they are reliable, very good spies and detectives, and if you look at their skulls, it's not surprising that they are a subspecies of human, right?" Tyrian said with a smile.

"Are you teaching me biology and xenomorphology, Tyrion?"

Uvula was amused by Tirian's words:
"You may not know that I hold three titles of Biological Sage: Neurological Biological Sage, Genetic Biological Sage, and Alien Biological Sage."

"I can tell you very clearly that the Eldar are aliens. Although their skulls are similar in form to humans, their materials, functions, and evolutionary paths are completely different from humans. More importantly, from a historical perspective, the Eldar existed long before humans ascended to the stars. They cannot be sub-humans."

"This is the conclusion reached after tens of thousands of years of biological and xenomorphic research on Mars. It is common sense for every biological sage."

"But I heard from the clowns that it was Saint Doraemon who thought they were demi-humans," Tireen said after a moment's hesitation.

"The biological sages are wrong. The elves are sub-humans." Uwula immediately changed his words.

Tirian couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Then didn't Saint Doraemon ask you to make yourself smaller?" he inquired.

"There is no such condition on Terra. I will carry out the transformation when I accompany Saint Doraemon-sama to Mars later."

As Uvula spoke, she looked at Tirian:
"What about you? Your flesh and blood body is too inferior. How can you better serve Saint Doraemon?"

"Come with me to Mars sometime. I will arrange a perfect transformation for you, so that you can obtain a body that can continue to work for 500 years."

"Please spare me." Tirian hastily refused, and then stiffly and awkwardly changed the subject: "Let's talk about something serious."

"Who is the enemy of Saint Doraemon, and who is the loyal servant of Saint Doraemon?" Uwula asked coldly.

"The head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Minister of Justice, and the senior admiral of the Navy, these three are the backbone of the conservatives, and they are our enemies."

"The Inquisition representative, the Grand Master of the Astronomican, and the new Pope of the Ecclesiarchy are ours, as is Lord Guilliman himself."

"The Rogue Trader representative has been dismissed. Now the Grand Sister of Battle has taken his place. He is one of ours."

"Ambassador Navigator supports reform, but Lord Guilliman believes he is too radical and has asked him to resign. His position has not yet been filled."

"The previous chief steward of the Astronomican Court passed away. The Astronomican Court was nearly wiped out in the attempt to reignite the Astronomican. His position has not yet been filled."

"Then there are the Imperial Guards. In theory, they will remain neutral, not express their own opinions, and remain alienated from the Empire. But I think His Excellency Trajan is inclined towards the Primarch and Saint Doraemon."

"Finally, there is the Assassin's Court. As you know, since Wangorici, the Assassin's Court has remained static, only abstaining from voting in the High Lords' Council."

"The Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Ministry of Justice and high-ranking admirals are easy to deal with." Uwula said calmly.

"Oh?" Tirian couldn't help but want to know what Uvula had to say.

"The ship that the senior admiral was on happened to malfunction and crashed towards Terra, then it happened to hit the Judiciary Trial Hall, killing the Minister of Judiciary."

Uwula said:
"I heard that the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Irtu, trusts you. If you can get him to visit the Ministry of Justice at this time, we can deal with three of them at once."

Tyrian's mouth opened slightly.

(End of this chapter)