Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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boom!

As a roar echoed through the corridor, the door of the conference room, which had been transformed by the palm of the original body, slammed shut.

Guilliman had walked out of the meeting with the High Lords, but he was still angry.

Calgar, who was outside the conference room, saw the Gene Father coming out and noticed from his body that he was not in a good mood, so he lowered his head and followed Guilliman without saying a word.

But Guilliman is not Perturabo or Dorne, and he will tell his heirs whatever he has to say.

Guilliman told Calgar the meeting with the High Lords in the conference room, as well as the things the High Lord said that made Guilliman sick.

After listening to Guilliman's story, Calgar let out a loud shout: "How dare these damn insects test your bottom line!"

Calgar did not feel sad for the people who were slaughtered as a threat to force the Tyrone people to withdraw from the industrial world in the words of the father of Gene. Of course he would show mercy to those unlucky people, but what he could not accept and cared more about was Gene. The father was tempted.

None of the Supreme Ministers who can stand in front of the Regent of the Empire are fools, because the idiots who happen to be able to sit in the position of Supreme Ministers have been screened and eliminated by the hair-raising games at the highest level of the Empire.

The most basic ability that a supreme minister can have is to guess the mood of Guilliman, the regent, when Guilliman doesn't want to be overjoyed.

The High Lord was able to talk about the threat to the Tyrone people as a serious matter, not because they were stupid enough not to know that Guilliman hated this, but because they were testing Guilliman.

It's even more likely that this was provocation.

In the center of imperial power, Guilliman is not a universal response, let alone a popular one. There are indeed some people who regard Guilliman as a god and are willing to serve him with unconditional loyalty, but they are bastards who want to make Guilliman take two turns with daggers and conspiracy. Quite a few.

Calga knew all of this, so he reacted with rage.

Guilliman knew better, however.

"You established the High Lords Council." Seeing that his father remained silent, Calga squeezed out words of advice through his teeth, "If you want to abolish it, there is legal support. Now the Golden Expedition is almost over. , we may get a chance to clean up the High Lords Council."

Guilliman walked slowly along the corridor, listening to Calgar's words.

"The five hundred worlds of Ultramar, plus the Talon Navy with more than 40,000 large battleships." Calgar calculated for Guilliman, "The Dark Angels may not like us, but their Lion King has returned. , The Lion King must be tired of today’s empire.”

"Then we go directly into the solar system and cleanse the High Lords Council?" Guilliman asked.

Calga nodded slowly.

"I did establish the High Lords Council." Guilliman did not deny this. "But after it was established, it was like a tree that gradually grew. It is now so intertwined that it is so huge that it makes me feel suffocated."

Hearing this, Calga had to admit this.

"Even if the Emperor's Fists and Custodes guarding Terra are on our side, the purge of the High Lords will paralyze various institutions in the empire, and no second entity will be able to take over the original responsibilities and powers of the High Lords Council in a short period of time. , the empire will fall apart and completely collapse," Guilliman said.

Calga still admitted helplessly.

Guilliman didn't want to continue this conversation anymore. He raised his hand to stop Calgar's next words: "When I face you, I am just the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds. I stand on the standpoint of Five Hundred Worlds. Tell me Five Hundred Worlds." The current situation of the world, have they changed for the better under the governance of heroes?”

"Great Ultramar didn't immediately change for the better after you replaced the mortal rulers with heroes..." Calgar said seriously first, but then his tone became more relaxed, "But more than two hundred years have passed. Now, the Five Hundred Worlds have returned to the way they were recorded by our ancestors.”

"More than two hundred years?" Guilliman stopped.

"Yes." Calgar bowed, "For those outside the Eye of Terror, the Golden Crusade has been going on for more than two hundred years."

Guilliman nodded, turned around and continued walking forward.

"Some worlds are troublesome for the heroes. A large number of worlds have fallen into chaos and barrenness. There are even worlds that have never recovered after being ravaged by the Word Bearers ten thousand years ago."

"In a world like this, if you want to restore their prosperity, a lot of manpower and material resources will be needed, and the vast majority of manpower and material resources will be used to maintain battle groups and auxiliary armies."

"But fortunately, our cooperation with the Tyrone people has deepened."

Calgar is very familiar with the situation in the Five Hundred Worlds. Even when Bloom is fighting on the ring, he will take time to observe the situation in the Five Hundred Worlds.

"For many worlds outside the Five Hundred Worlds, the arrangement of the heroes is to invite the Tyrone people to invest. Huge industrial zones have been established on these worlds. We share the profits with the Tyrone people but they take the lion's share."

"As for the many worlds within the Five Hundred Worlds, the heroes believe that these worlds cannot be overly influenced by the Tailon people, but the Tailon people have come up with a better way, that is, the Five Hundred Worlds can obtain the money lent by the Tailon people through loans. All kinds of materials will be returned to them on a yearly basis after construction.”

Hearing this, Guilliman said in a deep voice: "The heroes are worried too much. In addition, we must make sure that the borrowed materials can be returned. Don't let anyone be clever. If one day the Lord of Tyrone comes and asks me about Ultra Why is there a loan that Ma has not repaid? I will be embarrassed in front of this old friend."

"But they also consider you and Great Ultramar." Calgar said, "No matter how they develop, these worlds are changing with each passing day. Even the Onila system that is affected by an unsolvable plague has changed. It has become a place full of hospitals and medical research institutes, which not only help local people to delay their illnesses as much as possible, but also export medical resources to the entire Ultramar.”

"Great." Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief. "Things about Ultramar and Tyrone always make me feel relaxed."

Calga nodded in agreement.

"You seem to have something to say?" Guilliman asked.

"Yes." Calgar hesitated, "The heroes have a request. Although the help provided by the Tyrone sector is already sufficient and their help is extremely favorable, if there can be some free assistance to quickly promote people's livelihood, Construction, it couldn’t be better.”

Hearing this, Guilliman stopped and looked down at Calgar very seriously.

"The Tyrones are not a hive mind species called Tyrones."

"Just like you and the heroes, the higher-ups in the Tyrone Star Sector also have their joys and sorrows, as well as things they are willing and unwilling to do. They are not like the Tyranids who give orders and follow them without thinking."

"The Lord of Tyrone has the prestige to make his people do business at a loss, but he will hear complaints, and the Tyrone people will complain about us."

Guilliman patted Calgar on the shoulder: "Don't think about free assistance. Why don't you help the Four Heroes figure out how to repay the loan."

Calga, who was rejected, immediately saluted: "Yes."

Guilliman smiled, stopped talking, and continued to walk to the door at the end of the corridor.