Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Neurolytic toxin is an extremely horrible, inhumane poison.

This poison will slowly destroy neurons and cell gene chains.

Let the attacked person die slowly in the unbearable pain of nerve dissolution.

This is an extremely cruel and irreversible method.

Such toxins have been widely used by various departments of the empire to deter their enemies.

Until, during the Beast War, the assassination of the high lord by the Assassin Court-Grand Mentor Van Gerich broke out.

Such poison was sealed up by the high lords.

No longer allowed in Imperial official departments.

They fear that these poisons will eventually be used against them one day.

It's a pity that many rules are not used to restrain the people who create the rules.

The director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Yi Ertu, is obviously a rule-maker.

Support the dead and use various prohibited poisons or weapons.

For a big man like him, it's not a big deal.

Under the ravages of the neurotoxin, Tyrian's eyes gradually blurred.

At first he could still scream, but as the poison slowly entered his nervous system, he lost even the ability to scream.

"No, it's not true, master."

An old voice sounded.

Before Tyrian closed his eyes, the aged servant who managed to escape the killing of Iltu's men ran to his master's side with a crying voice.

The servant has served Tyrian for eighty years, which is equivalent to the lifetime of an ordinary person.

It's even more astonishing if you dig deeper.

This family of old servants has actually served Tyrian for four generations.

His father and grandfather were both Tyrian's servants.

If nothing else, his children would also be Tyrian's servants.

Tyrion has survived for centuries with the help of various technologies to extend life.

However, his servants are not qualified and authorized to enjoy the same life extension, and can only accept birth, old age, sickness and death.

For this reason, Tyrian watched those familiar people and things disappear in his life little by little.

Now, he himself has come to the end of his life.

The old servant who was hugging his master wept uncontrollably.

He didn't know what Tyrian's reputation was like outside.

But in the Prime Minister's Mansion, the life of the servants is pretty good.

Will not be punished and killed for some small mistakes.

In many powerful families, the life of a servant is like grass on the side of the road, life and death depend on the thought of his master.

The old servant had served Tyrian all his life, taking care of his food and daily life.

He knew that the man who held the power of the empire was a good man.

Why can't the world give good people a better ending?

Tyrian rested his head on the servant's haggard leg, his eyes dimmed little by little.

Exactly as a boy lay on his father's lap centuries ago.

"I will be the greatest servant of the Emperor, and my name will be remembered by all."

said the boy to his father.

"That's dangerous. A lot of people don't like that, and they don't like someone doing that. They want everyone else to be like them, stepping in the mud and becoming rotten people. The rotten swamp blooms with bright flowers, which will only attract people's attention. Come to hate and target."

The father's face is full of benevolent smiles, and he jokes about his child's dream.

"I'm not afraid. I'll beat those bad guys. I'll be worse than them, so they won't be my match," said the boy.

"I lost, father." Tyrian had one last thought before dying.

The memories of his lifetime kept appearing in Tirian's mind, and he quickly read all the memories like a horse and a horse.

In the life of a despicable superior, he played tricks, exchanged benefits, and made every step of his life, and finally reached a position that the world can't imagine.

He was about to die, dying in countless torments.

All power and wealth will disappear and disappear into nothingness.

If it were another person, they would definitely want to survive by whatever means they could, so that they could continue to enjoy unimaginable wealth and power.

But Tyrion never cared about those things, he just felt sad that he didn't make it to the day when the Primarch came to Terra.

In the eyes of his political opponents, Tyrian is cunning and cruel, and good at calculating people's hearts.

But no one knew that Tyrian's heart was still the boy who was full of pride and wanted to be the emperor's most outstanding servant.

Tyrian has been through a lot.

He knows very well that the Milky Way is a cruel place.

The countless worlds of the Imperium of Man are filled with pain and disease, and evil is everywhere in sight.

Chaos prevails, and the number of ignorant beings seduced is innumerable.

The aliens are always watching, and the human blood in the butcher's knife has never dried up.

But the upper echelon didn't care about all of this.

They only care about maneuvering power and showing the glory of their family.

The Empire is terminally ill.

The fire of human civilization has long been uncertain and may be extinguished at any time.

"Cough, cough, cough." Tyrian coughed a few times, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing his master's pain, the old servant was desperate.

He kept helping his master wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with a clean handkerchief.

"what can I do?"

"God, why is this happening!!"

Looking at Tyrian, who was having difficulty breathing, the old servant felt like a knife was twisting in his heart. This is such a vicious world, why good people always have no way to get good rewards.

The urgent siren sounded.

The outer defenses of the Imperial Chancellery were breached by thugs, and countless thugs who could not bear the skyrocketing prices and hunger rushed into Tyrian's mansion.

Obviously, this is also part of those people's plans.

As the Prime Minister of the Empire, the security measures in the mansion where Tyrian lives are also extremely high-end and strict.

Now, it was destroyed by mobs.

It is conceivable how big the loopholes are.

If it weren't for other people to do it, such a thing would never have happened.

Suppressing tears and grief, the old servant chose to leave his master's cold body behind and hid in a secret room before the thugs arrived.

He was too old to carry a dead body at all.

He knew he had to live.

He is the only survivor of the massacre at the Prime Minister's Office.

If even he died, the truth of the matter would be buried along with it.

No one will ever know the truth about Tyrian's death.

Everyone would think that the Reich Chancellor died at the hands of the mob.

People will grieve for him, feel sorry for him, and there's nothing they can do about it.

No one would have thought that the high lords would be so ruthless, directly killing everyone in the Prime Minister's Office, and injecting such vicious things as neurolysis into the Imperial Chancellor.

They would live on, even flatteringly express their allegiance to the Primarch, receive rewards, and even keep their current positions.

How unfair that would be.

The old servant knew his mission, and he had to make this matter public.

Seek justice for your master and avenge your master.

Every high lord involved in this has a price to pay.

Tyrian is dead.

Died on the eve of the era he dreamed of.

He once advocated reform and restored the glory of mankind.

For this reason, he devoted himself to the political arena of Terra and climbed up step by step.

He thought about lifting the ban on the forbidden army, breaking the rules of the scriptures, and building space fighters on a large scale.

Rediscover the lost technological and political structures that allowed humanity to roam the stars.

But little has been achieved in these years.

The strength of the opposition is too strong, and the resistance is too terrifying.

He originally wanted to promote the lifting of the ban on the forbidden army and go to the Cadia fortress to support.

As a result, while voting, news of the fall of the Cadia Fortress came.

This made Tyrian feel frustrated for a while.

The appearance of Guilliman made him see hope again, and saw the glorious future that the empire might have.

He tried his best to clear the barrier from the Plains to Terra, instigated the vacillating generals, talked to the Captain of the Imperial Fists, and advised the Custodian Marshal to side with the Primarch.

But he has done so much, but he failed to see the arrival of the Primarch with his own eyes, and he failed to see with his own eyes the day when human beings will cross the star sea again. e

he died.

Died in his mansion.

The head was chopped off by the mob and hung in the garden of the prime minister's residence.

His body had been hacked to pieces and it was impossible to find all of them.

The Prime Minister's Office was destroyed by mobs, and a big explosion occurred.

In the building of the Ministry of Internal Affairs located in the outer court area, the director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs-Irtu, the director of the Ministry of Justice-Draco, and Pope-Baldo stood in a luxurious room.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs overhead, and its soft light fills this luxurious and exquisite room.

There is a window in the room facing the area where the Reich Chancellery is located.

The three stood by the window, watching the smoke billowing from the Prime Minister's Mansion, with faint smiles on their lips.

Everything is so seamless.

No one was able to discover that the fall of the Imperial Chancellery was caused by them contributing to the flames, or even taking the initiative to mobilize the army and open the defense.

The truth will be lost forever.

No one will ever mention it again.

"Let's start publicizing the arrival of the Imperial Regent. We have to show a look of loyalty and question all the leaders of the Imperial Daily News, and let them bear the crime of stigmatizing the Imperial Regent."

Yiertu played with the wine glass in his hand, the wine in it was as red as blood.

"Indeed, we have to find a way to get out of the body." The Pope said.

In the sky of Terra, screaming fighter planes passed by from time to time.

The nearby troops are rushing in the direction of the Prime Minister's Office.

There were terrified screams and bewildered wailing on the comm.

Tyrian never discriminates against others, and doesn't mind helping others without embarrassing himself.

This kind of behavior made him have a good popularity.

The attack on the Prime Minister's Office touched the hearts of many people.

They prayed that Tirien would be blessed with good fortune and be protected by the Emperor.

It wasn't until they drove off the thugs and saw Tyrian's shattered limbs that they had to accept the fact that a great servant of the Emperor had left.

In the grim form of mob unrest and demonic invasion.

The mood of many troops and civilians in Terra was hit hard again because of Tyrian's departure.

Many people have fallen into despair.

Some wonder if Terra will fall as a result.

However, a report in the Imperial Daily News boosted morale again.

Although it is very severe from the previous news, it still gives people a little hope.

"The Emperor's Parents-Robert Guilliman has arrived in the Beta-Galmon galaxy, only a week away from the solar system in the subspace. The High Lords ordered the arrest of several editor-in-chiefs of the Imperial Daily for allegedly defaming and insulting the Primarch. "

"A new storm is brewing. According to internal information, the Ministry of Justice will liquidate the recent actions of stigmatizing the original body. Please wait and see. "