The Great Purge

Laski opened his mouth wide.

The logic module and the auxiliary brain stopped operating at this moment.

His mind went blank, and he couldn't think of anything to say in response to the situation.

The figure hovered in the air, a pair of pure white wings gently fluttering behind it.

The other person walked through the air as if on flat ground, and stood in front of Laski.

He stared into the eyes of the Fabricator General.

The Fabricator General's body became bloated and enormous due to the implantation of too many mechanical prosthetics.

It was like a moving steel mountain rather than a living person.

Even when Astartes stood before the Fabricator General, he appeared extremely small and could hardly look him in the eye or speak to him.

Laski stared blankly at the golden figure before him.

The opponent possessed a tall stature, clad in golden armor, and gripped a Scepter adorned with an eagle at its tip in his powerful hand.

The other party was not wearing a helmet, and a handsome face was revealed in the radiance; it was the Living Saint.

Even though Laski has very little organic matter left,

They scoff at the aesthetic sense of ordinary people, believing that piled-up flesh and blood have no beauty, and only admire the beauty of machinery and code.

But at this moment, he was still deeply shaken.

This kind of shock is not just on an intellectual level, but on a spiritual level.

"Living Saint." Laski bowed deeply in homage.

"Are you going to betray the great Omnissiah, betray Omnissiah who holds all truth?"

Qin Yun calmly examined the Lord of Mars before him.

"No!" Laski shook his head. "I will never betray the doctrine of the myriad organs, much less the Omnissiah."

"So you're dissatisfied with me?"

"Please forgive my foolishness and ignorance, Living Saint." Laski's voice trembled with a sob. "All praise belongs to the Machine God, all to you."

May He bless you.

The holy voice reached the ears of the Lord of Mars, infusing every cell in his body, a blend of flesh and steel, with new vitality.

An indescribable heat surged through every cable, hydraulic pipe, and energy pipe.

The Machine Spirit hidden deep within the sea of data rejoiced at this power.

Bulky mechanical parts have never been as flexible as they are today.

Fortunately, Laski had already had his tear ducts removed.

Otherwise, the world would see how the Lord of Mars, who holds the fate of billions of lives in his hands, is in tears.

Laski's body was trembling; he realized how foolish he had done!

How dare they question the messenger of Omnissiah?

Qin Yun looked at the adoration in the eyes of the Lord of Mars, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

I must say, this Machine God Avatar is really useful.

When he first mastered this skill, he imagined that if he used it on Mars, it would make those Tech-Priests kneel down in awe.

Looking at it now, hehe, it's exactly as I expected.

Cawl, standing to the side, was also shocked.

He knew that the Living Saint was very powerful, wielding all sorts of incredible authority, and had an ancient C'tan as his servant.

Even Old Bird players widened their eyes.

A few guys took the opportunity to take photos and upload them to the Regional Chat Channel.

The chat channel, which had previously been quiet, suddenly saw a surge of 999+ messages.

"The Guide is so handsome."

"I'm shivering with cold. Why are the ones who show off always the Guide?"

"Waaaaah, we want wings too! We want a dazzling entrance too!"

"I increasingly feel that we are just NPCs Guide game, part of the player's experience."

"..."

Qin Yun turned around and looked at the group of Old Bird, who were covered in wounds and hadn't even had time to be treated before being captured by Laski.

"Machinery, heal yourself."

As the voice faded, Qin Yun gently waved his hand.

Then golden light poured down and entered their bodies.

In just a moment, the battered Power Armour was restored to its original state, as if it had just come off the assembly line.

"Oh... Omnissiah ..." Laski stammered.

"All glory belongs to the Machine God." Cawl bowed his head and humbly paid his respects.

Inside the Sanctum of Omniscience, numerous Adeptus Ministorum and priests cried out in unison, expressing their joy.

"Praise be to Omnissiah, praise be to the Machine God."

"..."

Then, a tsunami of cheers erupted outside.

The hardworking workers, the Adeptus Mechanicus, and the children all spontaneously erupted in cheers.

Similar slogans appeared on the projectors and displays suspended in various locations.

The sounds of machinery blended into a beautiful song, which spread across Mars via the internet.

"Then are you willing to pledge your loyalty to me, Lord of Mars, Ud Oud Oudia Raskian Laski?"

"Are you willing to pledge your allegiance to an eternal cause, to make humanity great again, and to take control of the Hall of Truth?"

Qin Yun stretched out one hand, opening his palm to reveal a golden Aquila Medal.

This is an ancient ceremony of loyalty.

A loyal knight who swears to give his life and soul will receive the emblem of the king he serves.

Laski extended his mechanical arm and used his slender metal fingers to take away the Aquila Medal, which was pitifully small to him.

"I am most pleased, my lord. Mars will offer you everything: life, soul, mind, whatever you need, take it."

Qin Yun smiled.

Gaining Mars loyalty is far easier than deceiving the Adeptus Custodes.

Old Bird players and Reckless General, among others, were livestreaming this scene.

At this moment, the chat channel was filled with comments about this matter.

Warmaster: "Warhammer 40K version of Long Aotian, overflowing with domineering aura, bowing down and offering up his family fortune and beauties??"

Brother Zhong: "Are there beautiful women on Mars too?"

Little Alpaca: "Isn't mechanical beauty beautiful too?"

Movie Bro: "What's wrong? Is the Guide an Indian guy? Why is he still shoving his exhaust pipe at us??"

Hardcore Bro: " For Adeptus Mechanicus engineering, creating a simulation shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

Damo: "You guys keep saying this kind of thing all the time. You've corrupted a good man like me."

"..."

Laski was a typical Conservatives; during the fall of Cadia, he vehemently opposed the Adeptus Custodes leaving the Imperial Palace and abolishing the ancient prohibitions.

Before Conservatives forces, including former Master of the Administratum Yittu Simotern, attempted to take action.

They even contacted him specifically to ask him to suppress the Reformists forces on Mars and avoid any unforeseen complications.

But with Qin Yun's arrival, Laski swore allegiance.

Yittu Simotern and his group's plan has essentially failed halfway.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that.

Qin Yun instructed Laski to continue posing as an ally of the Conservatives, informing Yittu Simotun and others that the Reformists on Mars had been suppressed.

On Terra's side,

News of the Living Saint's attack by assassins and his injury and coma spread rapidly, fueled by the Adeptus Custodes and the Inquisition.

Xi Ling also deliberately created fake images and disseminated them through certain undercover agents or spies.

The image quality is so blurry that it's easy to mistakenly believe it's due to interference from a protective device, which to some extent adds to the persuasiveness.

The current Master of the Administratum, Violetta Roskaffler, and the Speaker of Parliament Jack,

Upon learning the news, they rushed over, wanting to see the injured Living Saint.

However, they were kept outside.

"The Living Saint's injuries are very serious, and he cannot see anyone now. If anything else goes wrong, he will be finished."

The guard's words sent Roskaffler and Jack's hearts sinking to the bottom.

During the Battle of Lion's Gate, the Living Saint's fighting prowess was evident to all.

He single-handedly fought against several Khorne Daemon Prince.

Apart from the Primarch being slightly better, no one can compare to it.

Now, however, he is seriously injured and unable to see anyone.

What kind of outrageous attack must have caused such injuries?

"The assassination attempt on the Living Saint is probably not a simple matter."

Roskaffler, who was once the head of the Departmento Munitorum, was not of Terra descent, but came from the icy world of Inwit.

Few people pay attention to the planet Inwit.

Most people, upon hearing this name, would immediately assume it's just one of the millions of unremarkable worlds within the Imperium.

But this world is not simple; it is the home planet of the Imperial Fists.

To this day, it remains the recruiting world and spiritual home of Imperial Fists.

Roskaffler was hailed as a logistical genius during his time at the Departmento Munitorum.

She was chosen to serve as Minister of the Department of the Interior.

This was Primarch to ensure that the Indomitus Crusade received adequate supplies.

The fact that Roskaffler could wield such great power proves that he was no ordinary person.

"What's your opinion?" Speaker Jack looked worried; she also realized that this matter was not simple.

"The only ones in all of Terra capable of assassinating Living Saint and wounding him are the Officio Assassinorum," Roskaffler said. "A storm is brewing."

"You mean the Officio Assassinorum betrayed the Imperium?" Jack's eyes widened.

"I'm not sure, but they are the prime suspects," Roskaffler said. "The enemy will definitely make more moves next."

"Getting the Living Saint away from us is the first step in their plan, and there will definitely be a second step next."

"What will they do?" Jack sized up Roskaffler.

She was very beautiful, with short, icy-white hair and light blue eyes. She wore an ivory-colored dress, and her skin was smooth and delicate.

Jack had no way of knowing her age.

As someone standing at the very top of the Imperium power system, they have no shortage of means to prolong their lifespan and maintain their youth.

Roskaffler was a staunch Reformists.

She was wholeheartedly dedicated to promoting the reforms of Guilliman and the Living Saint, and committed to changing the terrible status quo.

"Their aim is not to kill the Living Saint, but to undermine the reforms."

"There have been many things happening recently. First, the Charter Captain attempted to strike in protest, and then there were frequent disturbances in various districts."

"These events created a lot of panic and filled people with distrust of reform."

"I suspect there will be a large-scale upheaval, and those who are hiding behind the scenes will step forward to stop the unrest, and finally use this incident as a pretext to demand a halt to the reforms."

Roskaffler's political acumen was extremely sharp.

From the available intelligence, she vaguely discerned the enemy's intentions.

"We must stop them," Jack said. "I will seek help from the Army and Navy and ask them to stop the insurgency before things get completely out of hand."

"No matter what, we must first stabilize the situation in Terra and wait for the Living Saint to awaken before making a decision."

"That's all we can do," Roskaffler said.

After their conversation ended, Speaker Jack immediately took action.

He immediately went to see the High Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum, Ma Af Ashariel, to request his assistance.

However, her request was ruthlessly rejected.

Ashariel claims he wants to protect more worlds than just Terra.

Frustrated, Jack had no choice but to seek help from Admiral Meredith Peris.

However, this was a wrong decision.

When the Speaker boarded the transport ship, left the surface, and headed towards Peris's flagship— the Supreme Bloodline—

Peris greeted her warmly, and then placed her under house arrest.

"You participated in the rebellion?" Jack looked at Peris in disbelief. "You already have so much power, why would you do something like this?"

"We serve the Golden Throne, and that is the motivation behind everything," Peris said. "The divine right of the Imperium was bestowed upon us by the Emperor who sits on the Golden Throne, not by Guilliman or that Living Saint."

"But that Living Saint is the Emperor's messenger; He has performed miracles through the Living Saint many times." Jack couldn't understand the other person's thought process.

Isn't the embodiment of Emperor Living Saint?

They sent their own envoy to exercise their will.

How dare you instigate a rebellion in the name of the Golden Throne?

"He was deceived, or it was not the Emperor's will at all."

"The laws left by the Emperor were perfect enough before he fell into eternal silence, and they did not need any changes. Guilliman and that Living Saint, however, attempted to change them in the name of the Emperor. This is a lie and a deception."

Peris's words made Jack frown.

She refuted the other person's statement.

"You're just making excuses, Peris. Anyone can see that the Living Saint is the Emperor's incarnation, the executor of His will. The Emperor is dissatisfied with the status quo, which is why he sent him here."

Peris stared intently at Jack.

"The Council of Twelve have ruled for countless generations, so why has the Emperor never sent Living Saint or Primarch to rule? This shows that He recognizes the High Lords Council."

"Who knows if Guilliman and the Living Saint really received the Emperor's decree? Perhaps the Emperor only wanted them to assist the council, but they twisted the Emperor's will and intended to seize power for themselves."

"This has happened countless times in history."

"And you know that dark history, what will happen once Astartes is no longer our servant but our master?"

"No!!" Jack shook his head. "What you're saying is just an excuse. You're just greedy and selfish, and you only want to seize more power."

"Cadia has fallen, the Milky Way is plunged into a long, dark night, and everywhere there are messages of despair and pleas for help. You have made a mess of the Imperium."

"Without the Primarch and the Living Saint, Terra would probably have fallen Battle of Lion's Gate."

"Moreover, the Astartes were always just servants of the Imperium. It was by sacrificing themselves during the Great Crusade that the Imperium was established."

"After the Horus Heresy ended, it was Lord Guilliman who took the initiative to propose the Council of Twelve, allowing mortals to rule over mortals."

"In a sense, the legitimacy of the Council of Terra Lords was granted by him."

Jack's words left Peris speechless.

For a moment, I didn't know how to refute it.

After a long while, he finally managed to utter a sentence.

"In any case, Primarch and Living Saint must obey the orders of the Council of Twelve; this is the foundation of the Imperium's existence."

"They can wage war and strike at those enemies of Chaos, but they must do so under the direction of the Parliament."

After saying this, he ordered his men to lock Jack up and not allow her to escape.

After imprisoning the Speaker and speaking with Mars to confirm that Laski had suppressed the Reformists, Yittu Simotern immediately ordered his men to act.

They have been secretly supporting the rebel forces and helping them evade the Inquisition and the Adeptus Arbites.

The purpose of this was to make the public lose faith in the new parliament and reforms, thereby giving rise to the idea of restoring the old order.

Just as the current Master of the Administratum, Roskaffler, guessed.

A large-scale rebellion broke out, with rebel forces rising up in various regions.

It's as if the Golden Throne is passed around, and this year it's my turn.

But the rebellion did not last long before it came to an end.

Yittu Simotern, with the Minotaurs Chapter, the Astra Militarum Legion, and the naval fleet, easily suppressed the rebellion and addressed the public via civilian channels.

"You have suffered greatly during this time, but I can tell you that it is all over."

"The Emperor's laws are flawless; they require no reform. Our mere adherence to their procedures is enough to ensure the continuation of human civilization."

"The reform was a terrible mistake and a betrayal of the Emperor himself."

"Those who devised the reform plans, living in luxury and comfort, told those who were ragged and living hand to mouth what to do. They took no risks and reaped all the benefits."

"Terra is under threat, yet they fight for their own selfish desires, letting innocent people die."

"I did not want to gain command in this way, but I had no other choice. I could not stand by and watch innocent people suffer."

"My heart is tormented, so I have decided to stand up and fight to protect the ancient and sacred laws, to protect the traditions, and to protect the people of Terra."

"Fortunately, I am not alone. Several High Lord and many like-minded people have provided me with assistance. We will restore the old order and sacred laws, and put everything back on track."

Yittu Simotern's speech spread across the planet via the internet, quickly causing a sensation.

This is an open declaration of war against the Primarch and the Living Saint, an attempt to abolish their reform policies.

Those who supported the reforms were indignant, but powerless to do anything about it.

Meanwhile, the powerful elites who resisted the reforms cheered.

Currently, the Primarch is on a distant expedition, and the Living Saint has been attacked and injured, remaining unconscious to this day.

Yittu Simotern and his allies have the support of the Minotaurs Chapter, the Astra Militarum, the Navy, and Mars.

The Reformists faction was loosely organized and weak, and was simply unable to confront them.

However, the Adeptus Custodes have always remained neutral.

They generally won't take action unless it involves the Imperial Palace.

Yittu Simotern's plan was undoubtedly successful, and the reforms have essentially failed.

"Now that the situation is under our control, why not have all the major families sign the petition to create momentum and force the other council members to resign?"

The usually aloof Fadix came up with a brilliant idea.

Upon hearing this, Yittu Hitmon's eyes lit up.

"This is a brilliant suggestion. Let's do it this way. Anyone who signs the petition will be our friend, and those who insist on opposing us should be prepared to pay the price."

A large-scale petition campaign was quickly launched.

Many families signed it, hoping to return power to the 'people'.

Qin Yun stayed on Mars, keeping up with real-time updates on Terra through Xi Ling.

He maintained constant contact with Imperium heroes such as Trajan, Fadix, and Gallen, sharing intelligence.

When he communicated with Fadix and learned that many families had signed the petition, he immediately grinned.

"I've been struggling with how to determine the loyalty of those families, and now it seems that the enemy has solved this problem for us perfectly."

"Fadix, you did a perfect job."

"It was all my duty, Living Saint," Fadix said humbly, not taking credit for himself.

He only gave it a small push.

The main problem was that Yittu Hitmon and others were too confident, believing that everything was under their control.

"Xi Ling, help me establish a private communication channel with the commander of the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes."

"Understood," Xi Ling replied.

The projection device roared, and the electrostatic beam of light danced, outlining Trajan's figure beside Fadix.

"Living Saint." He bowed respectfully.

"The time has come, Trajan. In the name of the Emperor, prepare to purge those damned traitors."

"The Inquisition will also act in tandem, arresting members of those families according to the names on the petition."

Qin Yun paused for a moment before continuing.

"Remember, don't let any of them escape."

P. S.: Still typing, it's agonizing!!