Hammer 40k: Far East Storm

Although the emperor is now the faith of all mankind, to some extent, the great emperor has become a symbol, a belief, or even a god created by humans, but in this era, the great emperor can hardly be considered a person.

This is not what the emperor wants. Li remembers very clearly that the emperor did not like idol worship during his lifetime. He also clearly stated that he was not a god, but a person. From a certain perspective, the emperor can be said to be a firm materialist. He believes in what he sees with his eyes and what can be proved by experiments. He hates ignorant and superstitious things such as gods, witchcraft, and magic. For a while, the emperor tried to pass legislation to prohibit others from worshiping him as a god, but even so, secret religious societies still emerged in an endless stream. And when the emperor was seriously injured and entered the golden throne, this kind of religious groups emerged in an endless stream, and now it has become a state religion with a long history.

Since the emperor has become a high god, the secular power naturally falls on others. At this time, the actual controller of the real power of the empire is an institution called the Imperial Elders Council.

Just as Li and Roland finished their conversation, young Roland left Li's hut with a smile in the afternoon sun. On the other side of the earth, the sky was covered with darkness, but the earth was brightly lit.

The lights here will never go out at any time, even in the Great Rebellion, in the most critical and darkest moments of mankind, it is still bright here.

Because this is the heart of the entire galaxy for mankind.

This is the most sacred place on the entire earth, the Imperial Palace, this is the palace belonging to the emperor.

In this imperial holy land, the most sacred place in the world, only the footsteps of the imperial guards can be heard.

These warriors in golden armor are the most loyal guards, fearless gazes, firm hands, and sincere swords.

The eternal guardians guard the most sacred gift left by the emperor deep in the palace: the body of the emperor, the greatest treasure of the empire.

And on the outskirts of the Imperial Palace, in a gorgeous and vast conference hall, a small routine meeting is being held.

There were only four people participating in the meeting. They sat around a small old wooden round table, occasionally communicating in low voices, occasionally discussing loudly, and sometimes they would argue fiercely.

Their discussion was fast and efficient. One problem after another was dealt with decisively by them, and orders were issued from here.

Any ambitious person would have his heartbeat accelerated when seeing this scene, because this is the holy place in their hearts, the place that determines the fate of the entire human race and even the galaxy, the pinnacle of human power, and the orders issued from here can easily determine the survival of a galaxy.

This is the venue of the Imperial Elders' Conference.

At this time, a small Imperial Elders' Conference was being held.

"The Tribunal believes that he is a dangerous person and should continue to be observed and monitored, and should not be given any power or position." The speaker was an old man, his voice was like the cold wind blowing over the sand, dry and cold. The old man was wearing a gorgeous robe, which was decorated with skulls of various sizes, which made people feel terrified at a glance, and the white fur on the collar showed his dignity. The old man has an eagle-like nose, a half-bald forehead, and his hair is neatly combed back, but the most memorable thing about the old man is his eyes, which are a pair of sharp and cold eyes, as if no secret in the world can escape these eyes.

In the Imperial Senate, this old man is a representative from the Tribunal, the Supreme Judge of the Tribunal, who represents the emperor's will and imperial edict. It is said that they are omniscient, omniscient, and omniscient.

"In the eyes of the Tribunal, everyone is dangerous. And it must be mentioned that the House of Nobles has issued an ultimatum. According to the imperial law, we can only detain him for three more days at most. After three days, he must be free." The speaker is an old man sitting opposite the representative of the Tribunal. The old man's face is hidden in the wide hood, making it difficult to see his appearance. He holds a delicate long quill pen in one hand and flips through an ancient book with the other hand. While talking, the old man occasionally makes some marks in the book. The speaker is the Minister of the Interior of the Empire. He is the spirit and knowledge of the emperor. His subordinates are as numerous as stars. All the data of the country must be handled by their department.

"Nobles, what do those idiots who only know how to eat meat know?" The Supreme Judge said coldly: "They will never let go of any bit of meat. Where there is food, they will pounce there. Do they know what danger is? They don't understand. Those idiots only have interests in their eyes!"

"That is the benefit they deserve. They are just safeguarding the legitimate rights and interests of the aristocracy. By doing so, they are also safeguarding the stability of the empire," the Minister of the Interior calmly expressed his opinion: "Besides, that person has passed the review, and the review results also show that there is no problem. I hope the Tribunal can let go. After all, he is a hero from the legendary era."

"He is just a warrior cursed by the evil god and cannot be trusted! Even Horus may fall into chaos, let alone heroes."

"But you don't have any evidence," the Minister of the Interior said calmly, "There is not even a hint of warning. Unwarranted accusations are not moral behavior. And what if you are wrong? The empire will suffer huge losses because of your wrong judgment."

"Who is qualified to judge who is right and who is wrong?" The Supreme Judge said coldly, "We are surrounded by terrible and powerful enemies, and there are unknown heretics within us. Enemies who want to kill us are everywhere. In this era, we cannot afford the luxury of morality. Moreover, we don't need to take risks. Why should we give this dangerous person the opportunity to hold military power? He may bring the sword given to him by the empire to hurt the empire."

"The establishment of the Star Wars Corps and the appointment of the head are the will of His Majesty the Emperor. Do you want to question the emperor?" The Minister of the Interior said, "And in fact, he will get not only military power, but also a series of powers on internal affairs. Everyone, take a look at the resolution from the nobles." As he said this, the Minister of the Interior distributed a document to the other three people present.

When the other three saw the document, their expressions all changed.

"How can this be," the third of the four said, "Even though I rarely pay attention to political issues, I know that if this is done, there will be big problems. This kind of thing has happened in the Empire before, but none of them have had good results. I think this is simply encouraging crime."

The voice of the speaker was steady and mechanical, and occasionally there was an electronic rustling sound in the words, as if his voice was not coming from a human throat, but from an old TV or radio. This was almost the case, because the speaker was the manufacturing director of the Martian Mechanicus. He was the power and skill of the emperor. Their forge world provided power for the emperor's army, and they managed the production of imperial fire.

The followers of the Mechanicus believed in the Mechanical God, a god that existed in confidential machinery. Moreover, most of the followers of the Mechanicus were keen on modifying their bodies, especially the Manufacturing Director. His throat, which was made of **, had been completely damaged and unusable two hundred years ago. For ordinary people, this was almost equivalent to death, but for the Manufacturing Director, this was just a small trouble. It only required a small operation to replace a part in the body, and it could be easily solved. A purely mechanical vocal organ replaced the original throat. From then on, the voice of the Manufacturing Director became like this.

The voice continued: "We can't give a person such a high power, that is, a leader of a star wars group, and also an interstellar archon. He will completely control, ha, there are actually three star systems, and she also has a powerful elite armed force with a very high self-regulation system that is even completely controlled by him alone."

There was no need to use more words to explain, and the people present understood the meaning of the Manufacturing Director's words.