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

Chapter 437 Hydra and the Little Emperor

"right here."

Fadix's words were as cold as the dark night, and both Irtu and the other two high lords could not help but shiver.

A cold blade stretched out from the darkness and pressed against Irtu's neck and the necks of the other two high lords.

"In compliance with the decree signed by Roboute Guilliman, Regent of the Empire and Grand Marshal of the Empire."

"When you commit an indisputable act of treason, you become a target for assassination by the Assassin's Court."

Phadix pronounced Iltu's fate in a dull, hoarse High Gothic voice.

The high-ranking admirals and the Minister of Justice were dumbfounded. They had never expected this.

They trembled with fear,
Not because of the assassins of the Temple of Callidus emerging from the darkness, not because of the blades pressed against my neck,
It was because he felt a pair of invisible hands, the hands of Robert Guilliman.
Those hands followed them everywhere, always hovering over them.

They all jumped in those hands, thinking they were fighting against Robouti Guilliman, but they could never jump out of that hand.

It was not until the big hands closed and death was approaching that they realized that none of their actions escaped the control of those hands.

What a terrible political monster, what an ambitious act.
Their livers and gallbladders were torn apart, and their faces were as dark as death.

On the contrary, Irtu felt a sense of relief when facing the dagger against his neck and his impending death.

He calmed down, his body no longer trembling from his nervous and psychological illness, and his tone became much calmer.

"I lost."

He said frankly:

"But don't kill me now. Let me relieve the order given to the Minotaur Chapter first."

"There's no need to cause more damage."

"There is no need for that. Lord Guilliman has already visited the Minotaur Regiment through the portal, and the Minotaur has expressed their submission." Fadix said calmly to Irtu.

Irtu looked at Fadix with an almost sad look.

"I didn't expect you to betray me. I thought we had the same values. I thought we were friends."

This is the secret of Iltu and Phadix,
Long before the Primarch returned, Iltu and Phadix had developed a personal friendship.
Both have the same values, and both believe that the laws of the empire are the will of the God-Emperor, and that the will of the God-Emperor is perfect.
Because of this, Iltu and Fadix developed a mutual understanding, consensus and friendship.
This is rare among the high lords, and Iltu has always cherished this secret friendship.
He never expected that Fadix would betray him.

"I am indeed a conservative, Iltu."

There was also a hint of sadness in Fadix's voice. He and Iltu did have a friendship:
"Like you, I take the will of the God-Emperor as my guideline and believe that the will of the God-Emperor is perfect."

"But perfect reform does not exist, so the reform of the empire will never succeed."

"Then why?" Irtu's voice was sad and low.

"Because that's not all. The arrival of the Primarch has indeed shaken the entire Terra. Conservatives like you will certainly begin to fight."

"But your struggle is meaningless. You cannot defeat the Primarch. Maybe when you were young you could still fight him, but Iltu, you are old. Your time has passed."

"More importantly, even if you don't fight, Guilliman will never succeed. He can freely reform everything, but it will be useless and will eventually be strangled."

"Because his enemy is nothing else, not anything in the outside world, but the empire itself, an ancient, huge, and heavy empire."

"Even the Primarch will tire, even the Primarch's will will be driven mad, the Imperium will overwhelm him, stagnation will prevail, and the law of the Imperium will naturally return."

"This is what the previous Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, Vagorich, taught the Assassin's Court. This is also the reason why the Assassin's Court always maintains sacred silence, and it is also the reason why I tend to be conservative."

Fadix's tone was full of sadness:
“This is the only truth and the only outcome. Neither the opposition nor the reformers can defeat the empire itself.”

"Perhaps in twenty years, perhaps thirty years, Lord Guilliman's reforms will inevitably fail."

"Then why did you choose to stand on Guilliman's side?" Irtu said calmly, leaning his head back on the chair and changing himself into a more comfortable position.

"My Lord, Lord Sanguinius convinced me that fighting is for survival. If we don't fight, we will die today without a burial place."

Fadix said softly:

"It has nothing to do with whether we succeed or not. The key is that we cannot face destruction without fighting. Even if we will die, we must firmly believe that there is still hope at this moment."

Irtu accepted Fadix's words calmly, smiled and nodded at Fadix.

The other two high lords were stunned and couldn't believe it.

"You are mentally ill," said the senior admiral of the navy. The Minister of Justice also nodded: "You are a little too twisted."

"Shut up." Irtu adjusted his posture and said to his two colleagues, "That's it, that's it."

"That's not bad. We are all too tired and have taken on responsibilities far beyond our capabilities. It's time to rest."

Then Iltu looked at Fadix and nodded at him.

"Let me rest." Irtu said, "Please, Fadix."

"I have only one last request, my assistant minister. My child Nessus is innocent. Please spare his life."

"He was just following my orders."

Fadix's expression was a little strange. He did not answer Irtu, but just stretched out his hand and waved gently.

The Callidus Temple assassin gently swung the phase knife in his hand, lightly cutting through the bodies of Irtu and the other two high lords, taking their lives.

Phadix looked at Irtu's body with a little sadness.

"Where is the proud, quick-witted Irtu?"

"The High Lord's office is truly cruel, and has turned us all into twisted, ugly creatures."

Fadix sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Report on the situation of other targets."

A Vanus Temple member who was responsible for intelligence gathering and acting as a human flesh search engine came to Fadix's side.
The Vanus Temple assassin stretched out his wrist, and a series of floating windows flashing fluorescent light appeared beside him.

"We have launched a purge of spies, traitors, heretics and demons lurking in the upper echelons of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Ministry of Justice and the Navy."

"Three Lords of Change were found. Two of them were killed and banished by the assassins of the Temple of Chulisas, and the other was banished by the Inquisition and the Grey Knights."

"In addition, we discovered a great secret keeper who somehow infiltrated the Terran nobles. The secret keeper accused us of not doing our job well and of exiling him only now. He has now been exiled by the assassins of the Chulisas Temple in cooperation with the assassins of the Iverson Temple."

"Then, in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the psychic-specialized demihuman Harlequins of the Eldar discovered the famous demon Changeling under the Lord of Change. After the Changeling completed his work, he was jointly exiled by the Harlequins."

"Where is Nessus, the man of unknown identity lurking beside Irtu?" Fadix asked in a low voice.

The spy named Nessus is the highest-ranking undercover agent in the entire Terra administrative system, and his true identity has not been identified to this day.

".All the assassins we sent out have been killed by this man, and the Harlequins are pursuing him and trying to trap him."

Fadix's expression suddenly turned ugly.

Nessus was like a nimble venomous snake, constantly moving and twisting in the palace.
The clowns and assassins moved around Nessus like ghosts.

But Nessus was not in a hurry. In his hand was a short blade that shone like snake scales, which seemed to be part of a larger weapon.

He wielded the short blade with a light, quick, and smooth movement.

A strange scream from outside the real universe sounded in the void, like the cry of a nine-headed snake.
The short blade in his hand also kept flashing, as if it was constantly jumping between the physical universe and other dimensions.
In the blink of an eye, the clowns and assassins chasing after Nessus wailed.
Fatal wounds appeared on their necks, but no blood flowed out of the wounds, and the flesh and blood at the wounds did not show any signs of being torn. Instead, they turned into a strange cloud of oil smoke that filled the air.

He took the opportunity to twist his body and escape into the deeper streets. His entire body was emitting a faint blue glow, and his flesh, appearance, and body shape were all changing. It seemed as if he was about to become another person.

"What a wonderful trick." However, at this moment, a teasing voice suddenly sounded in front of Nessus.

A clown with his face covered in thick oil paint and wearing the costume of a clown troupe leader appeared in front of him, somersaulting.

"The Incarnation of the Noble." Nessus recognized the being before him.

"I am Sigourci." The clown bowed lightly to Nessus.

That is the noble incarnation of Xigochi, the God of Laughter, who is responsible for playing the role in the clown troupe. He is equivalent to the incarnation of the Eldar God of Laughter walking on earth.

Then a colder, more obscene, and more blasphemous force slowly emerged from behind Nessus.
That was another clown with a horned demon mask and a seductive and charming figure.

"I am Slaanesh!" she sang in a gorgeous florid voice.

The one-man show, who is in charge of playing the role of Slaanesh in the troupe, steals Slaanesh's power and walks the mortal world.

Nessus tightened his grip on the snake-fang short blade in his hand and lowered his body slightly.
He thinks he still has a chance to break through.
However, at this moment, a lonely, deadly, and destructive atmosphere suddenly surged in.

A clown with a naked upper body, brown skin, long hair and a Mesopotamian face came out from his left.
"Hooks for sale! Hooks for sale! Sir, would you like to buy a hook?"

(End of this chapter)