Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Yahiri's attitude was extremely respectful, not only because Guilliman was the emperor's son, but also because she was saved because of Guilliman.

She was one of the many "heretics" the Primarch unleashed from that missionary world of Espandor.

Yashiri's charges were ridiculous. He was caught by the cathars of the state church because she disrespected the emperor and spread heresy. She was a heretic without faith. She should have been sentenced to fire.

The only luck was that Guilliman arrived just a few days before her execution.

After censorship, she was released and enlisted in the Primarch's ranks for her knowledge.

Yahiri is a member of a merchant family. She has been active on the borders of the empire for a long time, and even enters the dark star fields that cannot be illuminated by the emperor's star torch, looking for wealth and lost knowledge.

Later, she entered the inner star field of the empire due to some family reasons. Compared with the more open frontiers of the empire, the rigidity and ignorance of the inner star field of the empire have reached an extremely serious level.

People reject all rationality, reject science, and reject new knowledge even more.

People like Yahiri who still believe in science and truth are undoubtedly a heresy in the eyes of the state religion.

Not surprisingly, she was arrested.

The alien atlas she had collected and compiled was also used as evidence by state church personnel to accuse her of heresy.

Yahiri felt that she was wronged. She just wanted to let the people of the empire know about those aliens, and she was sentenced to be guilty.

But the state church did not give her a chance to make any excuses. Those priests stubbornly believed that she was guilty, and any remarks were heresy, which should not be listened to, and deprived her of the right to appeal.

Without Guilliman, Yashiri would be yet another victim of the Mad State Religion.

It is hard to imagine how many people like Yashili who still maintain a rational and scientific spirit of seeking knowledge in the empire for thousands of years have been declared heretics by the state religion.

Just thinking about this incident made Guilliman want to vomit blood, the state religion is too bad.

From Yahiri's point of view, the austerity of Guilliman's room was shocking.

The interior layout is simple and practical, with only a few things that can be called personal items.

She didn't think that this should be a palace with luxurious decorations, and she would not show off wealth as taste like those idiot nobles, let alone regard crystal and gold-inlaid decorations as works of art.

But when she really walked into this place, she realized that the simplicity here was beyond her imagination.

It was as if worldly desires had completely faded from Guilliman.

The other party has completely ignored those worldly things.

Most of the things in the reception room are those old, historical books, all of which have traces of being flipped through. Obviously, this is what the Primarch used to read when he was relaxing.

Data crystals used to process government affairs are randomly placed on the table with exaggerated dimensions.

The mechanical equipment of the holographic projection is exposed at one end of the table. According to those nobles, this is simply not aesthetically pleasing.

The cot placed beside it seemed extremely roomy, but for a Primarch whose size was far beyond that of a mortal, it might barely fit.

Yashili had some uncontrollable fantasies, imagining what kind of great dreams a brilliant primarch would have when he was asleep.

The idea of ​​a primarch on bed rest seemed extraordinarily human.

To be honest, Yahiri never thought about a character like Guilliman, does he really need to rest?

She thought the Primarch, besides never aging, was also tireless.

Yahiri surveyed the reception room out of the corner of her eye, thinking about what the Primarch would do when she wasn't fighting, and she didn't wake up from her contemplation until Guilliman's voice sounded again.

"They are all disobeying me, trying to use all kinds of despicable means to test my choice between saving human beings and safeguarding their interests. Those idiots think that without them, the empire will be paralyzed and will not function normally. And I I will tell them that this is impossible, that the empire can continue to operate without waste."

Guilliman looked at Yahiri, and said in a deep voice: "But these things are difficult for me to do alone. I can manage a planet, a galaxy, or even a star region very well, but the empire is so huge and has There are countless human beings, and there are also a huge number of colonized planets. I can't stay in one place for a long time, I can only rely on you people who have the same dream as me."

"We are all determined to save mankind, Yashiri, I have seen in you the rationality that has not been crushed by this desperate age, and I will give you a special mission, that is, after I clean up those idiot nobles, maintain Normal operation of the Natal galaxy until it regains its ability to generate blood."

"My lord, such an honor." Yahiri felt a little uneasy, what kind of trust was it to entrust such a mission.

"You are just right for the job, Yashiri, you have rationality, thirst for knowledge, and the eyes of a businessman. You clearly know the value of a planet and what role it can play in my plan. You are useless compared to those The nobles know what a terrible test our family is facing. In this crazy era, this kind of knowledge is enough to make you surpass ninety-nine percent of the people. Please do not refuse the mission I entrusted to you."

"If this is your request, then this appointment will be my honor, my lord." Yahiri no longer refused, and performed a simple courtesy to express his gratitude to the Primarch for his grace and trust.

In her bones is the blood of adventure and freedom that every Rogue Trader active on the frontiers of the empire has.

Only those useless wastes will use their power to grab money in the comfortable empire and use those complicated etiquette to show their dignity.

Yashiri couldn't learn the complicated etiquette of those nobles, but this did not affect her respect for the regent of the empire in the slightest.

"My lord, I have a confusion." Yashili raised his head after saluting, showing confusion.

"Ask, there is still some time, I will try my best to answer for you."

"Why are you in such a hurry to make appointments? Maybe you can find some suitable candidates in the Natal galaxy? You seem to have decided that the nobles of the Natal galaxy are no longer suitable for ruling??"

Yashiri asked.

"When Terra was still called Earth, a Mr. Lu said: When you see a cockroach, be prepared for the whole house to be full of cockroaches."

"A deceased celebrity??"

"It can be said like this."

"The Gross family has challenged my authority, which means that other families have either been suppressed by them, or have succumbed to their rule. Without absolute loyalty to the Emperor, that is disloyalty. They betrayed their duties, What if they are innocent??"

"They swear allegiance to the Emperor and sacrifice everything for the survival of mankind. This is the reason why they can rule Natal. Now they turn a blind eye to a family that blatantly violated my orders and let the other party make trouble. It is a betrayal. performance of the swearers."

"The bystanders who break the oath are as unforgivable as the rioters. They have obtained the power given by the emperor, but they have not performed the duties given by the emperor. This is their fault."

"I don't have many people I can use. In this crazy age, religion has soaked into everyone's soul. There are too few people like you who are willing to maintain science and rationality. I have to choose carefully." Your position will ensure the success of my plan. The Natal galaxy is very important. I will clear the old nobles there, and ensure that the lives of the common people will be better and full of hope. Only then can it be more convincing and prove It is right for me to take the path of reform."

Guilliman's words were a little heavy, and the fate of the entire human race was on his shoulders. If he was a little careless, he would be doomed.

There was no doubt in Yashili's heart, she said firmly, "I will definitely live up to your expectations, my lord."

"Well, we're almost there, go get ready. I hate the State Church, but I have to admit that the State Church is indeed a handy tool that allows me to get rid of some regulations and directly declare those who don't want to obey me They are heresies, and they will be dealt with neatly." Guilliman laughed.

Accompanied by fluctuations in the subspace, the huge Macragge's Glory rushed out of the etheric ocean, and entered the starry sky of reality in a flash.

The relevant information was immediately captured by satellites observing the subspace, and sent to each family, announcing the arrival of the Primarch to them.

There is another chapter, excommunication and rebellion are aimed at individuals and families, extermination orders are aimed at the entire planet, and civilians are innocent