Even Space Marines would feel intimidated by the gaze of Konrad Curze, not to mention the officials and nobles in front of them. They felt that their blood was coagulating and their hearts stopped beating, like a piece of meat that a butcher's men could not resist.
Konrad Curze raised the corners of his mouth slightly, withdrew his gaze, and hid behind Fulgrim without making any movement.
Is this a reminder?
Fulgrim couldn't help but think a lot about Konrad Curze's behavior, and his gentle and friendly face was a little more suspicious and scrutinized. He looked back at Vulkan and found that he was still troubled by the excessive enthusiasm of the crowd. With a smile on his face, he explained to everyone the origin of his dark skin and red eyes.
It doesn't matter, it's enough for me alone.
Fulgrim made a decision and did not want to waste any more time with these people. He said straightforwardly, "Since there is a demon, do you have any clues about the demon?"
As he spoke, Fulgrim strode towards the minaret. No one could stop him and could only reluctantly follow behind Fulgrim. Several officials were eager to run in front of Fulgrim, but the useless robes they wore hindered their steps.
Pushing open the door and walking into the steeple. The situation in the hall suddenly reminded Fulgrim of the depraved past. Hundreds of chains with hooks dropped from the ceiling, and each one hung a human being bound by a prison device. They wailed and begged for mercy from the executioner, but they did not get any goodwill. Instead, they led more evil deeds to themselves.
Why hasn't Khorne corrosion and Slaanesh corrosion exploded in this place? Fulgrim's eyelids twitched, and he became more and more frightened. Then he suddenly remembered the news that Throne Room had received during the previous meeting. In order to show his sincerity, Tzeentch withdrew all the demons that invaded reality.
The problem is that Tzeentch only notified Lin Fan and other high-level officials, and he has no time to give enlightenment to every Imperial World. For the majority of the Imperial Army people, the devil still exists, hiding in the shadows and waiting for opportunities.
"Put them down, there are no demons here." Fulgrim said this, and the officials and nobles following him looked anxious and shouted, "No, no! They are too dangerous! If something goes wrong, the whole world will suffer. You idiots, move quickly, don't let them stain the eyes of adults!"
"Are you doubting my judgment? I order you to put them down!" Fulgrim roared and began to miss Perturabo's anger. If he were here, he would definitely not say another word to these people.
If you can do it, do it, if you can't, get out of here, and if you dare to stop me, I'll just kick you!
The power of Fulgrim cannot be underestimated either. Everyone looked at each other in disbelief, their faces becoming increasingly desperate and pale. This reaction could only arouse more suspicion from Primarchs.
"You..." Fulgrim had just spoken when a nobleman with sweat on his face suddenly raised his hand. An ancient and deadly weapon was hidden in his long sleeves, which was probably excavated deep in the planet.
However, he had no chance to use it, and there was no need for Fulgrim to take action. Emperor's Children, whose armor style had been modified to be simple and clean, tightly controlled the officials and nobles. Although they controlled their own power, the bodies of mortals still felt pain.
The executioner stopped what he was doing and looked at Fulgrim with some confusion. Fulgrim's face was livid at this time. These people were so bold that they dared to raise weapons against a Primarchs, an official acting under the orders of the Terra government.
"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation." Fulgrim looked coldly at the noble who tried to fire, and then Konrad Curze poked his head out from behind Fulgrim again.
"Look at these, my brother." Konrad Curze chuckled, with the smell of fresh blood lingering on his body, "Or do you have a sense of detective? You like to deal with things like peeling off cocoons?"
Taking a stack of paper from Konrad Curze's hand, Fulgrim was no longer surprised by the texture like human skin.
After flipping through it, the general content is a covenant between several families. Many people's names are attached to the blanks of the last few pages. This is ironclad proof that if the alliance is threatened by external threats, everyone on it will not be able to escape and will have to do everything they can to serve the alliance.
After browsing, Fulgrim briefly summarized the content. Basically, he asked his family members to replace many positions in the Imperium department in the world, thereby firmly holding the entire world in the hands of the family.
Power is intricately intertwined, and interests flow among them.
Until this point, Fulgrim feels that he can still accept it. There are many examples of families working for Imperium. Some families have even won countless honors on the battlefield, so much so that their family emblems have the honor to be carved on both sides of the road leading to the palace for people to admire. But the problem is that not all families are like that.
"I can understand that you want to become new officials. I can see that your world has been greatly damaged in the previous wars. Restoring order as soon as possible and giving full play to the government's effectiveness is a good choice... But, are you really capable of taking on the responsibility of managing the world?"
Facing Fulgrim's inquiry, the officials and nobles controlled by Emperor's Children saw the hope of survival, and rushed to show him their intelligence and diligence one by one. But Fulgrim had no feelings about their answers, he just sighed casually.
"Sometimes I always think that the maintenance of Imperium is indispensable without the dedication of those Loyalty people. They are not afraid of life and death, and they fight one after another. They use their own flesh and blood and souls to build a Great Wall to protect all living beings..."
Fulgrim shook his head, feeling a little sad, and then shouted sternly and angrily at the officials and nobles.
"I also shelter you opportunistic bastards! You don't know what responsibility is and what dedication is! You are just like hungry insects that devour all the power and interests you can see! During the war, you hide behind, and when there is peace, you crawl out and use the ashes of heroes to take a step forward, right?"
Everyone trembled and lowered their heads. Fulgrim's scolding was absolutely correct. All the people with lofty ideals on this planet died in the previous war. The demons went on a rampage, slaughtering civilian soldiers and deliberately hunting them. Under the instruction of Tzeentch, the demons deliberately let go of those guys who were full of evil and unworthy of virtue.. The damage this group of people caused to Imperium is no less than that of the devil. They only need to move their lips and shake the wine glass in the luxurious hall to make thousands of people work hard. They can also use the name of the devil to judge those who want to resist. After all, Imperium has no legal system, only authority that cannot be defied.
If it had been in the past, the situation might not have been so bad. After all, Khorne Daemons was behind the scenes, and everyone from top to bottom was a war maniac who looked down on cowards and conspirators. There was even a special hunter in Khorne's domain. The blood and skulls of evildoers are indispensable for such people's divine dogs and many weapons that burn fire and spit blood. In a sense, the existence of Khorne has actually purified Imperium's government system.