Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Terra in the morning is different from the industrial style of cost-compromise in the interstellar era. It has the unique pride of being the capital of the human empire and a profound heritage accumulated over tens of thousands of years.

The sky here is not artificially modulated, and it restores the natural rhythms of the entire planet as much as possible.

Although its earth center and magnetic field are no longer natural, it still respects the ancient tradition and maintains a 12-hour day and night interval.

Although with the support of technology and productivity, people here no longer rely on the natural light of stars for lighting.

But when Terra Palace City ushered in the first ray of sunshine in early winter, every head of the imperial department would temporarily put down their work and lead their entourage to the Prime Minister's Office in Palace City.

But today's atmosphere is different from the past. Tension and depression are common here, but it is especially obvious today.

People who knew about it didn't even dare to make any eye contact, let alone accept the benefits as usual and spread the news quietly.

At 6:50, the daily Supreme Meeting voting is about to begin.

The vehicles of the nobles were surrounded by escort troops, one after another, passing through the security on the outskirts of Miyagi District.

After landing quickly, the high lords led their entourage and walked towards the conference room of the Prime Minister's Office with serious expressions.

The clerks who were also rushing to their jobs along the way rarely received ceremonial smiles from the faces of these big shots.

They could only sense that something big was happening from the faces of the big shots and the tense body language exchanges among their entourage.

But where is this?

This is the center of the empire!

This is Terra!

Major events affecting the entire empire are happening here every moment!

Just like the "Brother" in Huangcheng Gener can accompany you to comment on the current situation in a stylish way, the staff here naturally have a high degree of immunity to the word "big events".

In their eyes, big things are just some cold data in documents sent from afar that can be used as conversation topics after dinner.

What exactly counts as a big deal? They have their own unique judgment standards.

And the current matter is definitely a big deal in their eyes!

But the lag in information will always be the "privilege" of the majority.

None of them knew what happened to make the high lords look so serious.

There are also well-informed people who know something.

But they were also rare and did not rush to show off their well-informed information. Instead, they walked quietly on the streets outside the Prime Minister's Office like everyone else.

The difference is that on the way to their jobs, they will secretly and nervously look at the direction of the Yamajin in the sky from time to time.

At 7:20, the meeting attendees were already in place.

In the end, the high lords who failed to wait for the arrival of the Phalanx lost their last patience.

A meeting with a vague topic but sensitive sub-discussions officially began with everyone dodging each other's eyes.

At 7:50, voting on regular motions began.

Bills and edicts were passed tacitly, and after double confirmation by the clerk and permanent undersecretaries, they were submitted to the lord's desk at the highest seat, waiting for sealing.

These policies have already been discussed by the public, and today's vote is nothing more than an exercise of necessary procedural justice.

As soon as the twelve blank seals at the bottom of the document are filled, these decrees will be transmitted from Terra in the name of the Holy Emperor and the Human Empire, passing through the entire empire and resounding throughout the empire's billions. above the heads of citizens.

At 10:50, the voting process for regular bills ended and the voting process for individual special bills entered.

This process usually takes up most of the meeting between the High Lords.

Their contents include but are not limited to:

War research and judgment in a certain star region,

Tax reduction policies for sectors after certain battles,

The governance of special resource planets,

and the delegation of response authority for some extreme emergency plans.

The adoption of these policies will all affect the fate of tens of billions of people;

Individual bills with wide scope can even have a profound impact on the political direction of the empire for hundreds of years to come.

With huge stakes at stake, this link is of course the main battlefield where the supreme factions compete.

But today's situation is so special that no high lord is willing to bother with these bills at this time.

The passage of the non-routine issues was unexpectedly smooth and efficient, and the secretaries in the information cocoon couldn't help but raise their heads in surprise.

Sufficient communication outside the court is the basis for this status quo, but the biggest reason is that the high lords have other concerns and have no intention of getting entangled in it.

13:30

After a brief break at halftime, everyone returned to their posts to prepare for work.

At this point in the meeting, there is very little left on the list of topics distributed before the meeting.

Under normal circumstances, the high lords would complete all their work within an hour at the latest, and then return to their official residences with their permanent under-secretaries and entourage.

But today is an exception.

When all the proposals in the meeting plan were voted on, all the high lords raised their bowed heads. Unusually, no one stood up in the almost solid air, but only looked at each other with subtle eyes.

The permanent undersecretaries were the first to sense a clear signal of the atmosphere. Without hesitation, they put down their data tablets and walked outside;

The clerk also quietly put down his paper and pen, and together with a group of backup transcription servitors and servo skulls, walked out with silent footsteps on the thick carpet.

Boom!

As the last untimely person disappeared outside the door, the sound of the heavy golden door closing sounded in the hearts of every attendee.

A warm red light once again lit up from the dome, scanning the entire venue under the indifferent gaze of everyone to confirm that there were no eavesdropping or recording devices.

"Let's talk about it, as far as you know, as far as I know."

Prime Minister Melo Winston took off the auxiliary reading device from his right eye, rubbed his eyes relaxedly, and opened the topic in a calm tone.

As the actual executor of the political affairs of this ancient empire, he was the center of power in the entire empire.

But unlike a leader in the traditional sense, he has the presence of the Emperor above his head.

He is not the head of the empire, but just a steward of the empire, a being who is theoretically at the same level or even slightly lower than all the high lords, a lubricant between all the forces in the empire, and a government official. One of the successors.

Servant of all servants, this is his self-mockery and a silent demonstration of his authority.

Yes, he is the servant of the Emperor and the Empire, and of all servants.

The greatest essence that symbolizes this is that the crown on his head not only symbolizes the glory of power, but also hangs three sharp blades in different directions, watching his every move at all times.

Custodes, Astartes, Inquisition.

These three words come together to form a ubiquitous network.

It restrains the actions of every person in power and oversees their hearts to ensure their absolute loyalty and absolute reverence to the Emperor.

In a sense, the power-oriented collection represented by these three words ultimately points to the person sitting on the golden throne in the deepest part of the palace.

The man who has been silent for nearly ten thousand years, but whose presence has never weakened at all - the Emperor.

Second update, please vote.

Pulling my hips, I can’t write anymore. Hahahaha, go to bed early, there will be personnel from the prevention and control center and medical staff coming to do nucleic acid tests tomorrow morning.

Hey! Lo and behold! Such treatment for our men!