Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

The transport plane arrived not at the High Lords Council, but at a residence not far from the magnificent building of the High Lords Council.

The high standard of this residence surprised Qin Mo.

The terrain of the residence itself is very special. Above it is the core of the entire empire, where departments such as the High Lords Council Hall and the Ministry of Interior and Military Affairs are located. Above it is the palace.

The entire residence has many rooms, enough to accommodate everyone who comes to Terra with the Lord of Tyron.

Qin Mo brought a small entourage, just all the imperial guards.

As for the top brass of Tyrone's navy and army, they just came along to show their faces, and then returned to the naval fleet stationed in the solar system.

Since the High Lords did not show up for the first reception, the Tyronian brass did not even have to spend even a day on Terra's harsh surface.

In addition, the Anglican Church sent his personal butler, and the servants he brought arranged everything.

Even the needs of the guards will be inquired and solved, down to what pillows and quilts the guards like to use and what colors they like.

The pope's servants would then go out and purchase things and arrange them as required.

Everything was decent, but the problem was that the high lords did not show up, and Qin Mo did not go directly to the high lords council.

After everything was arranged, Qin Mo and the guards gathered in the courtyard of the grand residence and called the housekeeper sent by the Pope to come over.

"Why doesn't your master come here himself?"

"Do they think Lord Tyrone's trip to Terra is just a report? Do they need to wait until they have time before they have the honor to meet them?"

The questioner was Yao En.

He was not satisfied with this arrangement because the high lords did not greet him.

If the Empire thinks they should talk to the Sector, they should show sincerity.

"I will report your opinions to my master." The butler said expressionlessly, and at the same time performed an eagle salute, and there was no question in his attitude.

"I didn't call you here just to question you." Qin Mo signaled Yaoen not to attack a servant, "I want to ask you to take my people to get familiar with the structure and layout of the entire residence. They need to protect me. "

"This is my honor." The steward bowed to the guards and made a gesture of invitation.

The guards immediately followed the housekeeper to familiarize themselves with the entire residence.

However, there was no need for the Praetorian Guards, because after the transport plane stopped, Guilliman, who was looking for the high lords, came and brought his own Honor Guard with him.

Upon arrival, these champions of the five hundred worlds immediately assumed the responsibility of guarding the residence as the original body had instructed them on the road.

"The high lords are not negligent." Guilliman specifically explained to Qin Mo, "I just went to find them..."

"They don't even have the same opinion, right?" Qin Mo asked with a smile.

Guilliman nodded: "This is high lord efficiency."

There was nothing Qin Mo couldn't understand.

The high lords must agree on their opinions before they can meet, because this involves what attitude to show during the meeting.

The empire is too long, and a complex set of "game rules" has gradually emerged.

Qin Mo could even imagine that the high lords wanted to meet with him first, because in addition to the interests of the empire, they also had private interests.

For example, let's talk about whether we can equip our guards with power armor, buy a few battleships made by Tyron, and buy some of the latest dimensional engines.

But the high lords also know what each other thinks, so they must be discussing whether everyone should go to see the Lord of Tailong together, or no one is allowed to go, and no private conversations are allowed.

"I don't really want to see those guys who will die of overwork sooner or later." Qin Mo raised his head and looked in the direction of the trial court building.

"what's your plan?"

"I want to be the first heretic in history, unprecedented and unprecedented, to visit the Inquisition."

Guilliman was stunned for a moment.

"cool."

…

As agreed before, it was Chuck who took Qin Mo to visit the trial court.

Because of Chuck's special role, the senior leaders of the Tribunal promoted him to Lord Inquisitor.

Even though this Lord Inquisitor is extremely arrogant, he is still very impressive.

When Chuck, wearing a gorgeous uniform representing a lord judge and surrounded by private guards, invited Qin Mo to enter the court, all the judges and civilian staff present saluted Chuck.

Most of the leader-level judges in the Tribunal found excuses to leave, except for the most fanatical judge named Karamazov.

Karamazov stood high on a high platform carried by slaves, with more than a dozen inquisitors and a large number of personal armed forces behind him.

When he appeared at the entrance of the huge building of the Tribunal, Chuck's heart trembled.

Chuck knew how fanatical and crazy Karamazov was, and he had no doubt that this bastard would want to take down the Lord of Tyrone on the spot.

as a result of?

Karamazov did not care about the consequences.

"Sir, please come first." Chuck motioned to his personal guards to make way for Karamazov.

But Karamazov didn't even look at Chuck, his eyes were always fixed on Qin Mo.

Qin Mo had no expression on his face and stood very calmly.

He could sense that two Assassin assassins were targeting Karamazov.

The Assassin's Court has always been relatively close to the Regent, so under Guilliman's instruction, the Assassin's Court was responsible for protecting Qin Mo's safety.

Guilliman did not think that Qin Mo, who could cripple his brother with two satellites, would be killed, but the assassin still needed to protect him, protecting his dignity and rights, lest the actions of some madman lead to terrible consequences.

Karamazov did not see the assassin.

He didn't take any action, just stood in front of Chuck with his large number of personal weapons.

Chuck fears what Karamazov will do next.

However, although Karamazov is crazy and dares to do anything...

But there's a big difference between crazy and stupid.

Snapped!

The sound of a whip hitting flesh was heard.

The slave carrying the platform was whipped by Karamazov himself.

"What are you doing standing here stupidly?" Karamazov roared like the atonement slave, "Go to hell!"

The slaves stepped aside, as did the privates and inquisitors.

"This way, please, Lord Tyrone." Chuck glanced at Karamazov gratefully, and quickly led Qin Mo through the entrance and into the trial court.

When Qin Mo passed by the high platform where Karamazov was sitting, he nodded, but his face didn't look good.

"Feel sorry."

After Karamazov disappeared and Qin Mo entered the court hall, Chuck suddenly apologized.

Qin Mo knew why he was apologizing.

Just now, Chuck shouldn't have let Karamazov pass first.

"My father said I'm a cowardly bastard. Mud can't hold up a wall. I feel the same way myself." Chuck said with a helpless smile.

"I need you to have such a character." Qin Mo shook his head, "The Tribunal is fully aware of your relationship with Tai Long. If you still act particularly arrogant, it will bring you trouble. After all, your name is not in the Star District Archives. inside."

"Thank you..." Chuck nodded gratefully.