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

Chapter 424: Lord Guilliman wins fifty times in fifty days, winning again and again!
Listening to Wuula's cold and almost ruthless words, Yiertu felt pain surging through his nerves and his internal organs seemed to be bursting.
His lips trembled, his throat was dry, and he stared at Wuwula, unable to utter a word.

Mars actually stood on the side of Saint Doraemon and the Primarch,
This not only means that Iltur will lose his position as High Lord, but also means that the huge manufacturing machinery on Mars will start to start up, providing support for the so-called Indomitable Crusade planned by Guilliman, and that the Titan Legion and the Skitarii will stand on the side of the Primarch and Saint Doraemon.

Irtu could already feel that Guilliman's expedition was like a Queen of Glorious-class battleship with its engines fully running, coming on strong and unstoppable.

He felt as if his lungs had turned into hard stone. Every breath he took was extremely difficult. Everything in front of him became blurry.

If Tirrion hadn't spoken and announced the result of the vote, Iltu might have fainted.

"Regarding the motion to remove Mr. Irtu from the position of Director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, there were six votes in favor, four votes against, and one abstention."

"In accordance with the laws of the Holy Empire, Lord Irtu is dismissed from his position as the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs immediately."

Tirian's voice was slow and soft, but it struck Irtu like a thunderbolt, causing his body to twitch uncontrollably.

"Mr. Iltu, please leave the council chamber."

Robert Guilliman spoke softly:
"Before you leave, please ask Violetta Roscavler, who is waiting outside, to come in."

"He will be your successor."

Then, Guilliman no longer looked at Irtu, but at the remaining high lords.
"I suppose this doesn't require another vote?"

Naturally, no high lord expressed any objection.

The subsequent parliamentary session became boring to Zhou Yun. Guilliman was the only one who was making comments. The other high lords voted symbolically to approve Guilliman's proposals.

If it weren't for the clowns wearing blind spot stars who were surrounding him and secretly performing various funny acrobatics for him, Zhou Yun might have fallen asleep.
The High Lords' Council really can't come next time, Zhou Yun thought secretly in his heart.

By the time Zhou Yun was exhausted from sitting in his seat, the meeting had finally come to an end. The sky outside the palace had already turned dark as ink.
The high lords except Uwula all breathed a sigh of relief, lifted their stiff, dry, and numb bodies from their chairs, and staggered towards the exit of the Great Council Hall.

This is certainly not the end of this round of the High Lords' Council. It is just a temporary "break" at halftime. The High Lords will have one and a half hours to sort out the decrees of their departments in the previous meeting, quickly distribute them to their assistants, sort them out and make implementation strategies within their departments. At the same time, they must also deal with other documents in their departments during the day, think about the topics of the next meeting and submit them to the Imperial Chancellor.

The lucky high lords can take advantage of this moment to eat some food.
If the Emperor of God blesses them, they can barely sleep for a dozen minutes with the help of hypnosis and drugs, but such good luck will not come once in nearly a hundred years.

Although this was only a halftime break, Zhou Yun had already planned to use this opportunity to escape.
He really couldn't stay there any longer.

"Mr. Zhou Yun." Tirian walked out from the round table and gave Zhou Yun a slight Sky Eagle salute.

During this intermission, Tyrion, as the Prime Minister of the Empire, was not as busy as the high lords.

He had a little time to catch his breath before the high lords submitted new topics.

"I didn't expect that Irtu actually convinced the Grand Master of the Assassin Court." Tirian said with some fear in his tone.
Every Imperial official knew what the Assassin's Court had done.
Thousands of years ago, the Assassin's Court Grand Master Wangorich massacred the entire High Lords Council in one day.
In order to defy Guilliman's reform policy, Irtur even persuaded the Assassin's Court to break the principle of neutrality and stand on his side.
The fact that the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court could be persuaded by him meant that the Assassin's Court was now on the side of the conservatives. Tyrian felt terrified.

"This is really unexpected. If you hadn't convinced Ude Udi——"

Before Tirian could finish, a buzzing mechanical roar interrupted him.

Casting General Uula did not leave the council chamber because of his size.

"Thanks to you for convincing Uvula." Tirian immediately changed his words and said, "Otherwise the situation would have become a 5-5 stalemate."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun couldn't help but smile and shook his head at Tirian: "No."

Tirian was visibly stunned when he heard this.
Could it be that one of the senior admirals and the Minister of Justice has already turned to the reformists?

Or will the Imperial Guards also give up their neutrality at the critical moment and stand on the side of the reformists?
Looking at the stunned old Tireen, Zhou Yun's mouth curled up into a smile.
"You can spread this news." Zhou Yun said softly to Tirian.

Tirian vaguely understood what Zhou Yun meant and nodded slightly to show that he understood.
Then he hurried out of the council hall and went to his office to handle his work.

Zhou Yun relaxed his muscles a little, nodded to Wuwula who couldn't leave the council hall, and then he slipped out of the council hall.
The sky of Terra was covered with heavy clouds. Looking up, one could not see the bright moon and stars, only a deep black night.
According to Emperor Nobi, this was because during the Unification Wars, some warlords mobilized too much Warp power, causing trauma to Terra's existence itself.

Zhou Yun took a deep breath, and the filtered air with a hint of ozone rushed into his lungs, slightly reducing his physical fatigue. "Will you still attend the next meeting?" Robert Guilliman's voice sounded from not far away from Zhou Yun.

The Macragge Giant Hamster offspring of the Horned Emperor was obviously waiting for Zhou Yun.

"Please spare me." Zhou Yun rubbed his eyebrows and said bitterly.

Guilliman's warp characteristics became more and more obvious. He felt like there was a vortex called overtime around Guilliman, which was sucking everything around him in.

"I understand you. The Emperor has done something similar. As the Great Crusade unfolded and administrative work increased, he was more and more inclined to throw the work to Malcador." Guilliman said calmly: "Of course, this history is not known to many people in the Empire today."

"It's like I know this history, so I can understand your fatigue."

"If the imperial bureaucrats could use history as a mirror, they might better understand my policies."

"And if I could understand the history of the ten thousand years that I have been sleeping, I would be able to better understand the people of this era."

"More importantly: to understand how the Emperor's plans went awry, and to prevent us from repeating his mistakes."

"What do you want to say?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and said to Guilliman beside him.

"Today's empires are too quick to ignore, or even destroy, the record of history, but I believe we need to know history."

Guilliman said with a hint of sincerity:

"If you wish to leave the High Lords Council, would you be interested in visiting my newly established department for historical research?"

Zhou Yun frowned.

"Don't show that expression. This won't be a tiring job." Guilliman continued to persuade him earnestly. His earnestness made Zhou Yun a little flustered: "Aren't you going to wait until after the High Lords' Council and go to Mars with the Forge General? You don't have anything else to do during this time, right?"

Zhou Yun originally planned to visit Jeanne, and then go to the roving trader representative Kanya Danda to get some Dorayaki.
In fact, Kanya Danda planned to launch "Saint Doraemon's Favorite Dorayaki" as a product. The raw materials would be grown by the Imperial Guards in the underground palace, and then sold to the wealthy nobles on Terra at super high prices. A large amount of resources and holy objects would be recovered from them, and then a large share would be given to Zhou Yun.

The powerful people of Terra were uneasy about the emergence of the Saint Doraemon sect, especially since Zhou Yun's followers were mainly poor people, workers and low-level employees from the lower nest, and there was no systematic missionary work among the nobles.

The rich and powerful are afraid that they may become heretics when they wake up one day. Zhou Yun and Kanya Danda plan to take advantage of this emotion and sell Dorayaki as indulgences to squeeze wealth from the nobles.

"I'm not a historian. What do you want from me?" Zhou Yun asked with a twisted expression.

"You are not a historian, you are history." Guilliman shook his head slightly. "You come from the third millennium long before the human race. The history of the past three thousand years is common sense to you, and you also have a general understanding of the history after three thousand years, and even know many secrets."

"In this day and age, many people have forgotten what history is. The term historian has become an old and unfamiliar concept."

"I have selected four people, and I need you to teach them so that they understand what history is and have a rough understanding of the past four thousand years."

Looking at the silent Zhou Yun, Guilliman showed a sly expression.

"If you are willing to do me this small favor, I can help you and Kaniya Danda's dorayaki business."

"You can leave all your accounting and management work to me."

"." Zhou Yun looked at Guilliman for a while, then.
The Rational Historian Congregation, on the platform,

Zhou Yun looked at the four official members of the Rational History Society in front of him and the dozen or so auxiliary staff behind them.
Then he looked at the table and saw the masterpieces completed by these new historians in recent days.

"Master Guilliman wins fifty times in fifty days, winning again and again!"

Zhou Yun read out the titles of their works aloud,

Now he was a little regretful about agreeing to come here with Guilliman.

(End of this chapter)