Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 375 365. The Emperor’s Judgment

Sanguinius walked out of the World Eaters' Lounge in silence and thoughtfulness, and when the Archangel had just returned to the Blood Angels, he received an urgent meeting notice from the Emperor calling everyone.

The candlelight flickered in the corridor, and the hurried primarchs walked past the patrolling Imperial Guards who were waiting. Fulgrim tried to communicate with the archangel in a low voice, but what he received was that the angel smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Dorn's face was serious, his brows furrowed, and beside him, the hidden shadow stalker was following him.

People entered the main hall sporadically, and the originally packed main hall had become empty. Except for the Martian Casting General and others who were previously in higher-density positions, no other mortals were allowed to enter.

Sanguinius looked towards the stage. The Thousand Sons army that had kneeled earlier had long since disappeared, as if they had never existed.

The seats originally designated for the Thousand Sons were empty, and the Thousand Sons' legion logo had also disappeared.

The facts have been established, and no amount of rhetoric can change the reality.

The Space Wolves and Death Guards, who happened to be opposite the podium, were full of seats. The Lord of Death and the Lord of Winter stood, holding their weapons in their hands.

The angel looked sideways, and saw that the seat of the Lord of Silence was empty. Two sages and several soulless people were standing around the seat.

People found their seats sparsely, but did not sit down, but stood hesitantly. Except for the Death Guard and Space Wolves, the other Primarchs did not bring accompanying guards, and the empty main hall suddenly felt deserted.

The eyes under the hood of the Lord of Death glanced around without trace. The angel looked sad and pitiful, Fulgrim was in disbelief, and Dorn looked serious as if he would loudly rebuke Magnus in the next second. Korakos' His face disappeared into the shadows, while Angron remained as calm as a spectator.

Regardless, he won, Mortarion thought comfortably, raising his eyebrows.

Although what puzzled the Lord of Death was that even though Leman Russ had concealed it well with his rudeness and cruelty when he was talking to the Wolf King, Mortarion still sensed a touch of sadness from him. .

Mortarion didn't understand what there was to be sad about, but he tried to replace it with Horus - he thought he might feel sad for Horus too.

The sound of heavy tapping echoed, and Machado struck his staff to signal people to be silent.

The Lord of Humanity, who was sitting on the throne, stood up slowly, seeming to step out of the dusty shadows. Every step he took seemed to step on people's souls, making it difficult for people to breathe.

The light of the flames shines on his golden armor, as if it will last forever.

"Now, hear my verdict."

His voice was clear and majestic, and the king did not speak lightly. His words shook the surrounding areas, overturned the Milky Way, made the stars tremble, and the sun dimmed.

Sanguinius held his breath, knowing that his other brothers did the same.

A deathly silence fell over the theater, save for the Emperor's calm, imperceptible breathing.

"Let the light of justice shine on the earth."

He spoke, and Hammurabi's sword hung above everyone's heads,

"You could speak freely to make sin and evil disappear. No matter how small the voice is, it needs to be heard, and no matter how obscure the words are, it needs to be considered. I will never ignore any reasonable and just demands. This is what you are born to do as citizens of the empire. Right, your mouth can say what you want to say, and your hands can write what you say."

The king stood there, his voice was majestic and solemn, with a weight that struck the soul.

"However, words are not child's play. You must not tell lies or make up right and wrong. Those who deliberately deceive will be found guilty when the first audience listens to their words, and will be sentenced to death when the words are finished."

The Emperor paused for a moment, his shining golden, inhuman eyes burning through everyone's soul,

"Some of you lied and crossed the line."

The Archangel felt his heart stagnant. No, he thought... the Emperor was just beating them... Thinking about Russ and Angron's words, Sanguinius... the Emperor was far more tolerant than he thought. .

Magnus' misery lay ahead, and Sanguinius swore he would never cross the line.

"I am disappointed."

The emperor said,

"Making up lies, playing games with right and wrong, crossing the thunder pool, peering into the darkness, and involving subordinates, the hidden dangers have long been buried. The proud people are still complacent, and it is hard to see that they have long been standing on the ice abyss, teetering on the edge of collapse."

"Don't trust the words of the blind and arrogant; be cautious about the words of the sinful. I listen to the defense of Magnus, the red sinner. He has fallen into the abyss of false power and violated the laws of the empire. The limits of tolerance, selling oneself and the army to one’s own desires.”

"The guilt is overwhelming."

The Emperor had decreed his verdict, and the Primarchs knew the final outcome from the moment the name of the Red Sinner was spoken.

"The sin of a common man can be punished by cutting off his head and punishing him with death; but the sin of a sheep cannot be atoned for by death. Ten thousand people will be carried away by his foolish thoughts, and hundreds of millions of people will be misled by his false teachings. If he retaliates in the same way, millions of people will die." It’s hard to deal with the crime.”

Fulgrim felt his heart beating violently. He was witnessing a punishment that was far more cruel than the death penalty. His father brandished a knife to his son, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no - this always reminded Fulgrim that the emperor should be a king first, and then The facts of fatherhood.

He caught a glimpse of several other primarchs out of the corner of his eye. Their expressions were different, but all of them were uncomfortable. Even Mortarion, Fulgrim saw the panting expression under his hood.

The emperor's wrath was so unbearable that Fulgrim could not imagine what Magnus had gone through... As early as a month ago, this proud brother was still talking to him about classics and scriptures... Why did Magnus meeting……?

Phoenix was convinced that no brother would take the initiative to harm the empire, unless...unless... Fulgrim almost covered his mouth and screamed, Magnus' arrogance had harmed himself!

He even harmed his heirs!

Phoenix, who had too much empathy, had a ringing in his ears, but the Emperor's words still entered each of their hearts cruelly.

"I hereby order the judgment of Magnus the Red Sinner."

"Magnus, playing witchcraft, implicated the Legion, and even the shadow of death and curse entangled the Thousand Sons, making them inseparable."

"The Fifteenth Legion, Thousand Sons, is disbanded today."

Fulgrim felt like he was about to faint. The archangel's expression was so bad that even Angron opened his eyes wide. Who among the remaining original bodies, except the executioner, would like to see this scene? !

"Among the Thousand Sons Legion, those who conspired with Magnus were taken to the Terra dungeons to await their punishment; those who were innocently implicated, and those who had good intentions to stop Magnus, the empire will do its best to cure their cursed spirits and give them another chance. Seeking survival and glory.”

"Magnus himself, escorted into the dungeons of Terra."

Fulgrim breathed a sigh of relief - this proved that Magnus would not die, but what would be waiting for Magnus? The empire has punishments far more terrible than death. Fulgrim felt his scalp numb, the legion was disbanded, and he was thrown into the dungeon... Can the arrogant Magnus really accept all this? !

"Space Wolves, Death Guard, come with me to Prospero and clear away the remnants."

Leman Russ took a step forward. He smashed his giant ax and his knees. The Wolf King lowered his head deeply and offered his fragile neck to the emperor on the high platform.

[Leman Russ obeys. 】

Mortarion was one step behind the Wolf King. The Lord of Death swayed, and finally slowly knelt down. He held his withered scythe, and the tips of his knees lightly touched the ground.

[Mortarion obeys. 】

The Emperor raised his hand and motioned for the two Primarchs to stand up. The Lord of Death and the Lord of Winter stood up, cold light flashing across the blades.

The emperor's face was expressionless;

"The guilty will be punished, but the traces of distortion and blasphemy on them have made me realize that some of you have gone too far. My trust in you is not unreasonable. The purpose of this meeting is to make you recognize Clear the boundaries and never touch the red line - behind the curtain, you should not step in, the red sinner will always alert you. "

The Emperor was silent for a moment, and everyone nervously awaited his next words.

"I should have deactivated all Librarian units, no longer allowed sorcery to contaminate the ranks of the Space Marines, no flashes of psychic energy should be seen."

The expressions on the representatives of the think tank were almost extremely bad, and the original bodies of the other legions who retained think tank units also had downcast eyes.

"But Hades, Lord of the Silent Order, found me,"

The Emperor said, looking into his calm golden eyes, all the Primarchs below were shocked,

"He recommended that each legion maintain a minimum alert think tank to ensure that the legion could be warned of possible witchcraft threats as soon as possible and to retain the strength to fight against psionic species."

"I accept it."

The emperor spoke,

"The Legion is allowed to maintain a minimum, think tank for vigilance."

The Emperor said his last words, and then he sat back on his throne, allowing Malcador to strike the ground with his scepter, and the old man shouted hoarsely to dismiss the meeting.

He saw the people who were surviving the disaster trembling and looking at each other blankly, as if they didn't know what was about to happen.

Oops, I really gave myself a lot of strength when it came to describing the Emperor in a positive light.