"Have those High Lords come to see me."
Those words had already made Malcador's stance clear.
Malcador was not only going to expand the military next; he was also going to carry out sweeping reforms within the Imperium.
The loyal Imperial Fists followed Malcador's orders and began purging the areas he had designated across the Imperium.
The places Malcador had marked were almost all the areas with the greatest Chaos presence and the worst infiltration. They had never expected Terra to have spawned so many Chaos creatures in such a short time.
If even Terra was like this, there was no need to mention the rest of the Imperium.
Imperial Fists guards tore apart their enemies' flesh with power fists, while powerful crimson Chaos daemons roared furiously. On the battlefield, Khorne's daemons were the most numerous, all waiting to freely savor the entire Imperium once the rifts into the real universe fully opened.
Loyal bullets blew apart the Chaos daemons charging onto the battlefield.
The warriors at their sides pressed forward one after another, fighting these Chaos creatures to the death.
Terra was clearing the battlefield.
Every Chaos force on Terra had to be wiped out.
However, even if all these daemons were banished, it would mean no loss to the Warp. These slain daemons had merely lost bodies in the real universe. Their deaths were only banishment, and they would awaken again afterward.
War had erupted everywhere across Terra.
Malcador had summoned the High Lords Council because he intended to seize all the High Lords' authority and prevent these so-called High Lords from continuing their little games of political struggle.
He would gather power into his own hands, then reform the Imperium step by step.
And in this process,
Malcador needed the Officio Assassinorum to do certain things that