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

Chapter 422 Indomitable Expedition
Irtu's contradictory words startled the high lords present, but they quickly regained their composure.
Isn't it normal for the high lord to have some mental problems? Even among the high-ranking officials of the empire, there are very few who don't have mental illnesses.
Someone like Tirian, who has served in the high position of Prime Minister of the Empire for eighty years without any mental problems and even has a conscience, is a rare talent that cannot be found in ten thousand years.

Irtu's expression was a little dull, and he also realized that his words just now were a little stupid.

He rubbed his eyebrows fiercely, clenched his teeth, kept his mind focused, and drove away the confusion caused by the nerve pain in his brain.

"Sorry." Irtu apologized for his recent misconduct.

No one attacked Irtu for this. If someone should be blamed for losing his composure in the High Lords' Council, then it should be the casting general Uula who occupied most of the council hall and made a buzzing mechanical sound.

In fact, Yiltu feels that he is in the best condition in recent days.

The wave of reforms recently launched by Robert Guilliman was too fierce, and these tasks would eventually fall on the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Whether Irtu opposed or supported those policies, he would have to do more work.

Even Irtu doubted whether Robert Guilliman's goal was to work these conservatives to death on the job and clear the obstacles to his reforms.

Monster, Irtu thought in his heart as he stared at Robert Guilliman. A twisted, hideous, terrifying monster made up of overtime, administration, and the willful implementation of a new order.

Irtu once thought that Robert Guilliman was just a mortal, but now he has changed his mind. How can he be worthy of being a mortal? He is a monster.

Although this was the first time that Irtu saw Robert Guilliman in person, he had seen all the decrees issued by Guilliman.

For an official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs like Irtu, one can understand a person better by looking at the decrees he issues than by looking at the person himself.

Guilliman is a monster full of ideals, hopes and so-called enterprising spirit. He uses his horrific administrative abilities that are almost blasphemous to force the order he has established on others.

How wonderful it would be if such a Primarch was willing to uphold Imperial Law, then Imperial Law would operate in the most rigorous and perfect manner, just like the most sophisticated machine.

Irtu sighed in his heart.

But Irtu will not sit still and wait for death. As a mortal, he wants to fight against Guilliman, the administrative monster.

He has a weapon, a weapon that can stand up to Guilliman.

This weapon was forged by Guilliman himself ten thousand years ago.

Ten thousand years ago, after the end of the Heresy, Guilliman inherited the political legacy of the hero Malcador and established the current High Lords Council system.
This system is so strict that even Guilliman himself cannot bypass the Council of High Lords to implement his own reforms.

Iltur intends to use the High Lords Council, a weapon forged by Guilliman, to destroy Guilliman's own reforms.

"Hard work inevitably makes people physically and mentally exhausted, and small gaffes should not be condemned."

Guilliman spoke at this moment, smiling at Irtu and said:
"And as Lord Irtu said, let's get started with the first topic of the day."

Irtu was slightly surprised at Guilliman's cooperation.

His eyes fell on Roboute Guilliman, and he noticed that the son of the Emperor had a kind of ordinary handsomeness.

Although Iltur called Guilliman a monster in his heart, compared to Sanguinius, who was like a sculpture with a perfect smile beside Guilliman, Guilliman was indeed more like a human being.

It was like the portraits of leaders on those ancient coins that Irtu had collected, with a charm that was almost like that of a mortal monarch.

Even if Irtur viewed Guilliman as an enemy, he had to admit that he had an instinctive, convincing aura.

But Irtu did not let his emotions cloud his judgment. He placed his fingers slightly on the table.
This is a gesture, a gesture of attack.

"My Lord," Senior Admiral Merida Perez spoke first, "The Navy has noticed that you are assembling fleets in shipyards on Mars, Saturn's moons, and in the orbit of Jupiter. You have also submitted a large order for war weapons and ships to the Mechanicus."

"Based on my duties as the High Admiral of the Empire, please allow me to ask for your reasons for doing so."

Guilliman smiled, and he looked more like a monarch's head engraved on a coin.
His gaze did not fall on the twelve high lords, but was slightly raised, as if looking at the ceiling, the sky and wind field inlaid with morning stars, waiting to gallop.

"You shouldn't ask me why I do this, you should ask me what this will bring us."

"I will bring you only one thing, which is my answer to this fragmented and decaying era."

"When I returned from death and awoke from my sleep, I saw war and sorrow. I saw the Imperium torn in two by the evil forces of the Warp. I saw the galaxy ravaged by traitors. I saw the Imperium of Man once again on the verge of extinction."

"If it weren't for Saint Doraemon and my brother Sanguinius standing before me, I would be filled with despair."

“Since I woke up, I have been thinking about what I can do, what I must do, how I can save this dark age, and how I can overcome all difficulties.”

"And I have only one answer. My High Lords, I ask you to listen to this answer on behalf of mankind." Guilliman withdrew his gaze slightly from the stars and fell on the High Lords in the mortal world.

"Expedition. My only answer is expedition."

Suddenly the air was cold and silent, as quiet as the world at its birth, before anything had even uttered its first cry.
Irtu felt dizzy. Perhaps his worst fear had finally come true. This monster would bring a brutal expedition and change to the empire.

"My Lords, why are you silent?"

Guilliman's question exploded in the council chamber like thunder:

"I will not exaggerate how glorious this expedition will be. This expedition will not begin for glory."

"This expedition began to fight against the Eternal Night Catastrophe. This expedition began to fight against the malice between the galaxies. This expedition began for the survival of mankind."

"This expedition was launched to proclaim the indomitable spirit of mankind, and to reclaim the stars."

"If you want me to give up this expedition, I will tell you, never."

"Horus failed to make me surrender, Lorgar failed to make me surrender, and Fulgrim failed to make me surrender. I will never surrender."

"Just as the dark gods did not make humans surrender, the alien demons did not make humans surrender, and the darkness of the old night did not make humans surrender, humans will never surrender."

“This is an unyielding expedition.”

"We don't have enough ships, not enough weapons of war, not enough soldiers and Astartes." High Admiral Merida Perez stammered to Guilliman.

"If you don't have ships, build them; if you don't have weapons, forge them; if you don't have soldiers, train them; and I have my own Astartes."

Guilliman did not turn his gaze towards Merida Perez, but continued:

"My Lords, we are no less destitute than the Emperor was ten thousand years ago."

"Are you comparing yourself to an emperor? Are you comparing yourself to a god?" said the Minister of Justice Avilisa Drachma almost in horror.

"Everyone." It was not Guilliman who spoke, but Zhou Yun who was sitting behind Guilliman.

Zhou Yun's fingers gently slid across the hot stage board & robot director in his pocket, and looked at the high lords who were looking at him.
The acting skills given by the props made him exude a convincing temperament. Zhou Yun took this opportunity to slowly speak:
"Some of you are familiar with me, some of you are still relatively unfamiliar with me, but I believe you all know that some people call me God."

"Although I am not actually one, I do understand what a god is better than any of you present here, and I understand the Emperor better than you do."

"I will now tell you what God is. God is not something greater than humans. God is something worse, more jerkish, and more extreme than humans."

"Look at what this intergalactic god is, a bunch of paranoid schizophrenic psychopaths obsessed with fitness, a bunch of supernatural toilet old fathers who were deceived by numerology, a super-male hyperthyroid antisocial lunatic paralyzed on a brass throne, a drug addict and sex addict, two ADHD mushrooms, a bean sprout version of a schizophrenic super-male hyperthyroid antisocial lunatic, a supernatural toilet toilet, a lying clown, a piece of trash fucked by medieval knights, a galactic autistic person, a reaper without a scythe, a clown who is not as good as a clown, a weakling stitched monster of multiple species, and a starving ghost from outside the galaxy."

"You compare the Emperor to those things? Have you ever considered what the Emperor himself would think?"

"The Emperor never - even though he is a God - he never admitted to being a God."

"Instead, he claimed to be a human being, just like you and us."

"Man is the Emperor, and the Emperor is Man."

"It is not that Guilliman compares himself to the Emperor, but that the Emperor believes that humans can stand on equal footing with the Emperor."

Zhou Yun's voice revealed a strange persuasive power, as if he were the best preacher:
"This is the will of the Emperor. The Emperor believes that humans are the most superior race and have the destiny to unify the galaxy."

"How dare you go against the Emperor's will, and Mankind's manifest destiny, by refusing a crusade to reclaim the galaxy?"

Zhou Yun's words left the Minister of Justice and the high-ranking admiral speechless;

Such matters concerning faith should be refuted by the Pope of the State Religion, but the Pope of the State Religion, Bardo Straight, who was originally a conservative, is now dead.

At this moment, the three conservative high lords suddenly realized that losing the Pope of the State Religion was not just as simple as losing a high lord's vote.
They have essentially lost the power to interpret what is the Emperor's will.

Irtu's face darkened, he knew he had to launch a more direct attack.

(End of this chapter)