Chapter 167 The Great Storm of Terra (Please subscribe)

Everyone agreed with Draco's words from the Ministry of Justice.

The world is not black and white.

Only children will pursue the right and wrong of something.

There is no right or wrong in this world, only interests.

This is even more true about the politics of empire.

There are many shady things in the empire's corrupt bureaucracy.

But it was these things that kept the empire alive.

If a big tree wants to have luxuriant branches and leaves, it must sink its roots deeper into the earth so that it can absorb enough nutrients and grow vigorously.

The same is true for empires.

It requires bureaucracy.

Where there are bureaucrats, there are interests, and where there are interests there are connections.

Whether it is the parliamentary system of high lords or the democratic voting system, the final outcome is the same.

No matter what the creator's original intention is, the final outcome is unchangeable.

This is something that can't be helped.

The high lords are confident because it is impossible for humans to get rid of bureaucracy.

Behind them are the state religion, merchant organizations, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and other intricate imperial forces.

These forces are not all Guilliman's enemies, they are even his supporters and his partners.

Politics is an extremely complex thing.

After several hours of communication, several high lords finally reached a consensus.

That is to submit to the imperial regents, and the forces behind them will pay a heavy price as compensation for the Beta-Garmon system.

Of course, they will also support Guilliman's various reform measures.

However, they firmly believe that one day, the forces behind them will come back, and the high lords sitting in Terra will decide the future destiny of mankind.

The inertia of history cannot be changed. This is the general trend and inevitable.

Humanity's selfish nature will once again breed the rich and powerful.

By then, the major families will be able to become active again.

Maybe, they can no longer see that day.

But the high lords firmly believe that this day will not last long.

It could be as short as a hundred years or as long as a thousand years, and all the major families will be back.

This is the historical cycle rate.

If the original body wants to change, it is undoubtedly a dream.

Maybe they can use the technology brought back by the original body to extend their lifespan and see that day come.

"Three days later, the full Senate meeting will be held." Irtu said, "We will resign at that meeting and send our core people away from Terra as a compromise to the Imperial Regent and to cooperate with his reforms.

Let him take most of the family's wealth and use it to supplement his expedition."

Several other high lords nodded and agreed to this compromise.

Terra is like this, the jungle eats the strong, and if they lose, they have no choice but to accept this outcome.

This is the unspoken rule of power struggle.

The two sides will not be at odds with each other.

Fighting and killing are the business of those at the bottom and the top soldiers.

Families often reach a tacit understanding and then exit with dignity.

As for the dead soldiers and the lower class who sacrificed their lives in their game, they are not worth paying attention to.

Aren’t they born to be consumed?

The tall, majestic Long Corridor of the Imperial Senate.

Led by the glorious veterans wearing blue Terminator power armor, Penny walked past the sculptures and portraits commemorating the heroes of the Empire.

Those things are from top artists.

It is a treasure of mankind.

At the end of the corridor is a huge administrative hall.

At the top of the hall, a huge crystal chandelier is shining, and its soft light shines in every corner of the hall.

Carefully woven carpets with complex patterns are spread on the ground, like the grasslands of this small world, very soft.

Officials of the expeditionary fleet came and went, with anxious looks on their faces.

Running back and forth, busy in a hurry.

They generally wear the blue-edged robes of Ultramar, and some bear the insignia of Terra's power.

Petunia knew people who, like her, had done errands for Tyrion.

Now, they were chosen to become the Primarch's assistants.

The servo skull flies in the air, transmitting information from different departments.

The childlike angels buzzed, and the voices of various departments came from the brass sounders.

The whole hall was very noisy and looked messy.

The technical priests gathered in a dark corner, shaking their limbs and muttering to themselves.

Groups of Imperial Navy and Astra Militarum admirals were arguing fiercely about the defense of Terra and the Sol System.

The servants were in a hurry, carrying data tablets and parchment documents among the many heroes of the Empire.

Penny was led through the crowd and into a private room in the administrative hall.

After walking in, the gilded door depicting an angel slowly closed, cutting off the hustle and bustle outside.

Penny looked around the room. It was at the highest point of the Senate building and the ceiling was so high that it could accommodate even one original body.

The room has a huge balcony and the windows are closed at this time.

There were two Ultramarines standing guard there.

Their mission is important.

It is necessary to prevent the original body from being assassinated.

No one can harm the primarch.

But once something like that happens, it will have a serious mental impact on the people of the empire.

People will be disappointed with the Empire.

Putting an end to such things is a good thing for Guilliman and the Empire.

The dim sunlight filtered in from the window on the balcony.

The Primarch was sitting behind a huge solid wood table.

He was immersed in countless data projections, like a giant drowned by the waves.

He quickly read government information and made comments and new orders.

Everything was handled so quickly and correctly.

He was destined to rule the empire.

An idea came to Penny's mind.

When the original body raised its head, Petunia could feel her heart briefly stopping.

The Emperor's creations are no mere lie.

His face is perfect, with just the right proportions, and full of charm, making it easy for people to fall in love with him.

Penny was lucky enough to witness the Battle of Lions Gate.

That was a memory scene that she could never forget in her life.

The strong performance of the original body made people full of hope.

Let people firmly believe that the future is promising and mankind will surely move towards a new era.

"I'm glad you arrived on time." Guilliman looked at the person he had planned to be Prime Minister of the Empire and smiled.

He put down the work in his hands and said in a gentle tone: "Sit in the seat in front."

Guilliman pointed to the position in front of his desk and motioned for the other person to sit down.
To be continued...