Chapter 379: Glory of the Golden
Deep inside the buildings of Terra's Government Office, it's midnight.
This standing meeting of the Senate, recorded in historical records as taking place in the 39th year of the Imperial Calendar, is destined to be as unusual as this year.
When the gentle night breeze blew through the streets of Terra under the adjustment of the artificial atmosphere, under the silver moonlight, there were all kinds of people flowing around outside the conference hall of the Government Affairs Council.
Just as the number of Lords of Terra is limited to twelve seats, the Council of Government meeting hall that serves them is also a twelve-sided building.
In the safe corridor leading to the twelve dedicated aprons, the eleven teams representing their respective forces had completely different but equally complex thoughts at this time. (The Sun Lord is away fighting and did not participate in this meeting.)
Not to mention the team of the Government Affairs Council itself. Breton, the Director-General of the Government Affairs Council who had just taken up his duties, and his personal entourage were all taken away by the imperial guards. The remaining low-level bureaucrats were in the most embarrassing and panic state.
Among the other teams, the teams from the Tribunal and the Tower of Hegemony were the first to leave, because both Calvin and Trajan still had too much to do at the moment.
As the core and promoter of the entire storm, the former is 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, while Calvin's body continued to recover and grow.
Although "he" said that there was little point in doing so, as long as there was a little hope, Calvin would not give up.
There are a lot of things waiting for him to deal with in the Tribunal. In addition to dealing with daily and emergency situations, internal struggles also continue all the time.
The entanglement between conservatives and radicals is as eternal as ouroboros, always struggling with each other and achieving each other at the same time.
As a being with a divine soul, Calvin holds a neutral attitude towards this kind of struggle. He will neither give up the exploration of subspace out of fear, nor will he naively think that subspace can solve all problems.
The Titans also have quite a busy schedule.
The Grand Master Council’s intensive schedule ten years ago has finally begun to reap its rewards.
The next batch of recruits were trained again less than a year apart, and the problem facing Calvin and the Grand Masters was that their pharmacists could no longer support such intense work.
The century-old True Name Oath was officially launched after the Sword of Oath was recovered, and as the leader of the Gray Knights, Calvin himself was bound to participate in this important ceremony.
Well, there's that demon, that special demon that's sealed deep within Titan.
After decades of growth, Calvin has made great progress in both his personal strength and his understanding of the Supreme Being.
It's time to put a stop to it. After all, letting "it" continue to be sealed will only drag down the garrison on Titan.
Trajan also had many things on his hands.
The raid on the residence of the Governor-General was just the beginning of the investigation.
When it was discovered that a cult was involved in the assassination, several Forbidden Army teams had already set off to the lower city to carry out cleanup work.
The truth hidden in the death of former Prime Minister Melo Winston is far more than that. According to reports from informants, 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 until the Custodians complete their preparations and officially leave the Throne Court, the Inquisition's establishment of the Eye of the Empire can only remain at the paper stage.
The other high lords were not as calm as these two.
The team represented by the Navy Marshal and the Rogue Trader were the second group to leave the main building complex of the Government Office.
Compared with the calmness and atmosphere when they arrived, these people seemed somewhat eager and irritable when they left.
This was especially true for the navy marshal, but in the Government Office where everyone could see him, he still resisted the desire to communicate with the latter on the spot.
After the breakup, both of them took special planes to return to their official residences.
And when the Rogue Trader returned to the orbiting warship with his entourage, he was greeted by a visitor from Antarctica, and behind him were several "entourages" from the Temple of Callidus...
The Pontiff of the State Church has nothing to do with Breton, but the cooperation between the Tribunal and the Throne Chamber is bound to cause huge changes in the existing political situation.
And now that there are still constant disputes within the state church over the interests of the diocese and the ideas of the sect, he really does not want to see any changes in the external environment.
This old man doesn't have much ambition, and he has carefully maintained an appropriate relationship and distance from all forces over the years since he took over.
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 Xingyuting left together with the chief of Xingjuting and the Navigator Family Alliance.
Today's drama allowed them to see clearly, whether it was Calvin's sudden appearance and the identity behind him, or the fact that the successor director of the Government Affairs Council had an affair with a cult.
This face-to-face struggle, which has been rare for centuries, can be said to have made the three supreme lords re-recognize the origin of the sequence of rights.
It can be said that Brayton used his own life to show them what it meant that "all rights come from the emperor, and they can be granted to nature and can 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 empire's most deeply entrenched vested interests, they also reaffirmed a principle repeatedly mentioned by their predecessors from this incident:
Don’t not bet, but don’t bet big.
The Forge General of Mars was the last to leave.
His body weighing dozens of tons made it particularly difficult for him to move, and the personality of the highest representative of the Cult of Mechanicus happened to be similar to his weight - heavy and wise.
The establishment of the Imperial Eye has no impact on him, and the emergence of Calvin poses no threat to Mars.
Regarding the changes in Terra's political situation, this Patriarch of the Machine God in the human world and the servant of the Om Messiah was like a breeze blowing on his face, and he had no interest in understanding at all.
The high lord's team finally disappeared at the end of Terra's sky, and the impact of this meeting spread out quietly as the meeting ended.
The raid on the residence of the Governor of the Government Council by the imperial guards was like a sign. With the spread of Terra's local high-level bureaucrats, the news spread throughout the upper levels of the palace area in just one night.
This is destined to be a night that will keep billions of people sleepless, and the lives and fortunes of countless people will be permanently changed in the aftermath of this incident.
Although they had no way of knowing what exactly happened in that conference room, the gunfire from the Inquisition told them in a sense the final outcome of this struggle.
Gunshots and orders from the Inquisition rang throughout the upper city of Terra all night long. Amid the uneasy worries of countless people, nearly ten thousand people under the Imperial Administration and Imperial Council systems were arrested, tried, and even killed on the spot.
The criticism of weapons brought by knives and swords is the main theme tonight, and the change of power represented by blood and fire is the undisputed main color of this night...
And all this will eventually come to an end, when the first ray of the sun shines on the outermost porch of the palace area on the Himalayas in the early morning of the next day.
Thousands of "Adamantine Foundations" wearing Akhelius power armor and holding model halberds lined up from the ancient gate in neat steps.
After cruising for dozens of kilometers, they disappeared into another gate in the palace area.
Countless people of Terra witnessed this miraculous sight, and countless prayers and cheers celebrated their return.
The Thunder Eagle, the flag that once belonged to the Emperor's personal guard, once again flew within the sight of the people of Terra.
And it is these Emperor's Eagle Guards who have returned to the world, using their own existence to declare to the entire empire:
They are back.
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