Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"traitor?"

Tyrion made a sneering look on his face, and then disappeared quickly, hiding it well.

After all, he has been in the big dye tank of Terra for many years, and his ability to control his emotions can be regarded as superb.

"Why do you say that?" Tyrian looked at Iltu, the director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and said.

Yi Ertu waved his hand in the air.

An image emerged with his movements, suspended in the air.

It was the video of Tyrian meeting Haster and others.

There are also various letters to and from.

Apparently Iltu had investigated Tyrian and already knew all about what he was up to.

"Why do you want to do this? Tyrian, I used to think you were a good ally."

Yiertu looked at Tyrian and asked in a cold tone.

"I didn't do anything, I just fulfilled my duty." Tyrian said calmly, "Just like what I did before, fulfilling my duty and doing my own thing. Now, I also have my own business."

A voice popped out from the side.

It was a projector that fell during the silent struggle, connected to Tyrian's exclusive database, which stored a large amount of data information, as well as intelligence summary from various regions of Terra, as well as requests from various troops.

The projector was pressed down, and the play button was pressed, and a sound was played from the projector.

"Prime Minister, we are asking for some support, there are some refugees here. They look starved. Those thugs have taken everything, and horrible monsters are lingering in the shadows."

Yi Ertu showed a sarcastic expression, "I can't tell, our Prime Minister is still very kind."

"This is work." Tyrian said blankly, "This is my job."

"Is it your job to betray the Emperor?" Irtu asked with a sneer.

"I have not betrayed the Emperor. Everything I have done is for the long-term interests of the Emperor." Tyrian said, "I have absolutely no selfishness."

"You encouraged those people to betray Terra and the Council of the High Lords. Isn't Tirian a traitor? You encouraged those ignorant people to betray Terra and fall into the embrace of the evil Primarch." Iltu roared, He raised his pulse pistol, looking very excited.

"This is to avoid civil war. For the current empire, the threat of a civil war is great. We must be cautious." Tyrian argued.

"It was a necessary sacrifice. We had to stop the Primarch's mistakes. He was hurting the very foundations of the Empire. That's the biggest problem. He was undeniably in command, but he was also the one who almost destroyed us. Part of that great rebellion. In order to prevent such things from happening, he limited his authority to prevent such a crisis from erupting again. But people can change. He has been asleep for ten thousand years, and the empire has already Prosperous in the hands of the Lord for 10,000 years, everything has changed, and he should sit in the stasis field. We resisted the enemy, drove the enemy out, and prevented crisis after crisis.”

"No, the empire did not prosper in the hands of the high lord." Tyrian retorted. By now, he already knew the fate he was about to usher in, and he didn't want to flatter him about some things. "Humanity has suffered from the slowness and inefficiency of the High Lords. Terra is an example, here is the holy world, where the Emperor is, and the people here are tortured, tortured by famine and despair. There is never anything Prosperity, Iltu, that's just you deluding yourself."

"You." Yiertu showed a trace of anger, and his face became gloomy, revealing danger and viciousness.

As if he couldn't see the resentful expression of the other party, Tyrian said indifferently: "I am a person who relies on political games to get ahead. I know the cruelty and complexity of this game. Do you think I am a member of this game?" , but you are wrong, I hate this game. I deal with the affairs of the empire every day, and I know how sick this empire is. More than 30% of the army is on the books, and it has not been implemented. Its interests are covered by you And several other families to carve up."

"The many powerful families you represent control merchant organizations, trade pricing power, and many fleets. You grab the most benefits and wealth, but you never pay taxes because of your special status. All taxes fall on those who have no background. For this reason, life on many planets is impoverished, and even basic food and clothing cannot be guaranteed. This is not like an interstellar empire at all, but like a feudal dynasty."

"This is loyalty to the emperor? This is the prosperity of the empire? This is the prosperity under the rule of the high lord? Does every battle that the human empire wins that can determine the survival of the empire have anything to do with the high lord council?"

"The War of the Beasts was Kurland's initiation of the High Wall Agreement, the destruction of New Terra was a campaign led by the Dark Angels, the Age of Apostasy was ended by the Black Templars and the Custodians, tell me what role the High Lords played in these events Role? Apart from dividing up the benefits, what else will you do?"

Tyrian's tone was full of sarcasm and teasing.

Obviously, he has long been dissatisfied with the High Lords Council.

How stupid and inefficient.

Yiltu looked at Tyrian, "But people still rebuild the Terra Council time and time again, and restore the position of high lord."

"That's because the Council of High Lords was restored by the Regent of the Empire, and it was used to govern the Empire when he was away on an expedition. People continue this tradition out of trust in the Emperor and Guilliman. And now , you are planning to betray the Regent of the Empire, aren't you? Betray the one who empowered you."

"I can't convince you, Tyrian," said Iltu.

"Perhaps, you never convinced me."

"Maybe, you betrayed us and let a huge army go to Guilliman. Your family members ran away. But you can’t, we have decided to make you pay the worst price, Tyrian. You will be tortured and then die in pain, no one will have mercy on you.”

"Aren't you afraid of revenge?" Tyrian said. "I have established a connection with the Primarch. If something happens to me, you will not be able to run away."

"No one will know we did it, Tyrion. The defenses of your mansion will soon fall, and your body will be torn apart by those mobs. If you live until the Primarch comes, you may die To be favored and appreciated by him, it is a pity that there is no such day. You are doomed to die today."

"Other high lords have changed their plans. They will turn to support the Primarch in exchange for their own survival. Although the family will decline and their positions will be deprived, they will still live. At that time, we will kill each other one by one. Kill your heirs and family, and make sure no blood remains."

"This is the reward for your loyalty, Tyrian. I will make sure that the primarch knows nothing about it, and that no one knows that your children were slaughtered by us. A fool like you is doomed to have no children and no children." For future generations. If there is, we will wipe it out completely. Weep for your children and wives, Tyrian. They will be with you soon."

Iltu shoots Tyrian in both legs.

The scorching light made Tyrian scream, and his fat body collapsed to the ground weakly.

Iltu injects neurotoxin into Tyrian's neck, then turns and walks away.

In the darkness, Yi Ertu's dead soldiers followed closely behind.

They all held bloody knives in their hands.

That blood was left by Tyrian's personal guards.

These dead men lurk everywhere, protecting their masters and watching Tyrion's every move, making sure there is no way for him to escape.

Tyrian, who was lying on the ground, looked at the back of the other party leaving, his lips were trembling.

Soon the pain of flesh and nerves being dissolved filled his mind.

An uncontrollable scream of terror came from his throat.