Chapter 379: Glory of the Golden

Deep in the building complex of the Terra Council of State, at midnight.

This Senate regular meeting, recorded in history books as taking place in the 39th year of the Imperial Calendar, was destined to be as unusual as this year.

When the gentle night breeze blew on the streets of Terra under the regulation of artificial atmosphere, under the shining silver moonlight, people of all kinds were moving around outside the Council of State Conference Hall.

Just as the number of Terra Lords was limited to twelve seats, the Council of State Conference Hall serving them was also a twelve-sided building.

In the safe corridor leading to the twelve dedicated helipads, the eleven teams representing their respective forces had completely different but equally complicated thoughts at this time. (The Lord of the Sun was fighting outside and did not participate in this meeting.)

Needless to say, the Council of State’s own team, the newly appointed Chief of the Council of State, Breton, and his entourage were all taken away by the Imperial Guards, and the remaining low-level bureaucrats were in the most embarrassed and panicked state.

Among the other teams, the teams of the Inquisition and the Tower of Hegemony left the earliest, because both Calvin and Trajan had too many things to do at the moment.

As the core and promoter of the entire storm, the former was destined to be busy running between Terra and Titan for a long time.

The man in the palace area was still waiting for him to save him, and Calvin's body was constantly recovering and growing.

Although "he" said that there was little point in doing so, Calvin would never give up as long as there was a little hope.

The Inquisition also had a lot of things waiting for him to deal with. In addition to the handling of daily and emergency situations, the internal struggle continued all the time.

The entanglement between conservatives and radicals was like the eternal Ouroboros, always fighting each other and achieving each other.

As a being with a divine soul, Calvin was neutral about this struggle. He would neither give up the exploration of the subspace for fear nor naively think that the subspace could solve all problems.

The Titan side also had quite a lot of schedules.

The intensive schedule of the Grand Master Council ten years ago finally began to harvest.

The next batch of recruits was trained again in less than a year, and the problem facing Calvin and the Grand Masters was that their pharmacists could no longer support such intensive work.

The once-in-a-century True Name Oath was officially launched after the Sword of Oath was found, and Calvin himself, the Lord of the Grey Knights, was bound to participate in this important ceremony.

Well, there is also that demon, the special demon sealed deep in Titan.

After decades of growth, Calvin has made great progress in both individual strength and understanding of the Supreme Heaven.

It is time to make a break, after all, letting "it" continue to be sealed will only drag down the garrison on Titan.

Trajan also has a lot of things on his hands.

This raid on the residence of the Minister of the Council of State is just the beginning of the investigation.

When it was discovered that the assassination was involved in the cult, several teams of the Imperial Guards had already set off to the lower city to clean up.

The truth behind the death of former Prime Minister Mellor Winston is far more than that. According to the informant's report, there is at least one big fish hiding under the water.

The work of the Eye of the Empire also fell on Trajan's shoulders, and Calvin could not help for the time being.

At least before the Guards completed their preparations and officially left the Throne Court, the establishment of the Eye of the Empire by the Inquisition could only remain on paper.

The other high lords were not as calm as these two.

The team represented by the Admiral of the Navy and the Ronin Merchants was the second group to leave the main building complex of the Administrative Council.

Compared with their calmness and grandeur when they came, these people seemed a little anxious and irritable when they left.

The Admiral of the Navy was even worse, but in the Administrative Council full of ears and eyes, he still resisted the desire to communicate with the latter on the spot.

After parting, both of them took a special plane back to their official residences.

When the Rogue Merchant and his followers returned to the warship in orbit, he was greeted by a visitor from Antarctica and several "followers" from the Temple of Callidus behind him...

The Pope of the State Church had nothing to do with Breton, but the cooperation between the Inquisition and the Throne Court would inevitably bring about a huge change in the existing political situation.

And now that the State Church is still in constant dispute over the interests of the parish and the philosophy of the sect, he really doesn't want to see any changes in the external environment.

This old man does not have too many ambitions. Since he took over, he has carefully maintained a proper relationship and distance with all parties for many years.

As a conservative person who is not a genius, he just wants to hand over the scepter and crown in his hand to the next generation before he dies.

The chief of the Star Language Court left with the chiefs of the Star Torch Court and the Navigator Family Alliance.

Today's drama made them see clearly, whether it was Calvin's sudden appearance and his identity behind him, or the successor to the Minister of the State Council was actually involved with the cult.

This face-to-face struggle, which is rare in the past few centuries, can be said to have made the three supreme lords realize the origin of the power sequence again.

Breton can be said to have used his life to show them what it means that "all rights come from the emperor, and what can be granted can naturally be taken back."

But unfortunately, this is destined to be a secret that cannot be shared with others.

The three high lords could only comfort each other, and as representatives of the most deeply rooted vested interests in the empire, they also reaffirmed from this incident a principle that was repeatedly mentioned by their predecessors:

Don't not bet, but don't bet heavily.

Mars's Casting General was the last to leave.

His body weighing dozens of tons made it particularly difficult for him to move, and the character of this highest representative of the Mechanicus happened to be similar to his weight - heavy and wise.

The establishment of the Eye of the Empire had no effect on him, and the appearance of Calvin posed no threat to Mars.

For the changing political situation on Terra, this Patriarch of the Mechanicus on earth and the Servant of the Servant of the Messiah of Om was like a breeze blowing on his face, and he had no interest in understanding it at all.

The high lords' team eventually disappeared at the end of the sky of Terra, and the impact of this meeting spread outward quietly with the end of the meeting.

The raid on the residence of the head of the Administrative Council by the Imperial Guards was like a sign. With the spread of high-ranking bureaucrats in Terra, it spread throughout the upper level of the entire Imperial Palace District in just one night.

This is destined to be a night that will keep billions of people awake, and the lives and property of countless people will be permanently changed in the aftermath of this incident.

Although they could not know what happened in that conference room, the gunshots of the Tribunal told them in a sense the final outcome of this struggle.

The gunshots and orders from the Tribunal rang throughout the entire Upper City of Terra all night, and in the anxiety of countless people, nearly 10,000 people in the Imperial Administrative Council and Imperial Parliament system were arrested, tried, and even shot on the spot.

The criticism of weapons brought by knives and swords is the main theme of this night, and the replacement of rights represented by blood and fire is the undisputed main color of this night...

And all this will eventually end, when the first rays of the sun shine on the outermost porch of the Imperial Palace District on the Himalayas in the early morning of the next day.

Thousands of "Adamantine Foundations" wearing Acherius power armor and holding exemplary halberds marched out of the ancient gate in a neat procession.

After marching for dozens of kilometers, they disappeared into another gate in the Imperial Palace.

Countless Terrans witnessed this miraculous scene, and countless prayers and cheers celebrated their return.

The Thunder Eagle, the flag that once belonged to the Emperor's personal guards, once again flew in the sight of the Terrans.

And it was these Emperor Eagle Guards who returned to the world, using their own existence to announce to the entire empire:

They are back.

Updated to ask for votes, and in addition, a deal was reached with the Son of Nurgle, and PY recommended a book:

Book title: "Warhammer: I Don't Want to Be a Stinky Can!!!"

Another perspective, another experience, friends who like to...try new things can go and have a look. Hehe.