Tzeentch Greater Daemon
"Mr. Han, Lord Guilliman has asked me to come and discuss some matters with you."
"It seems Roboute is getting into character quickly, which is a good thing, so I can let loose."
Upon hearing this, the Secretary frowned, suddenly sensing that something was amiss.
Hearing Han Mingxuan say that made him realize that the other party seemed to think he hadn't done enough.
"Mr. Han, Lord Guilliman means that you should not be too radical, as such a radical approach is not conducive to the stability of the entire Terra political situation."
"This is nothing; my approach has been conservative enough."
Keep?
"Sir, it is precisely because of the Department of Justice's conservative approach that the workload of the Administratum has increased by 30%."
"That's just how deeply ingrained problems are; you'll get used to it."
Habits, how do you get used to them?
I just can't get used to this kind of thing, okay?
"Sir, we are not joking. We sincerely beg you to slow down."
"So it turns Greater Daemon Tzeentch is afraid of handling government affairs. Before you appeared, I always thought it was a joke."
That's right, this Secretary is now a Tzeentch Greater Daemon.
Since Resurrection half of Solemnace's population, Han Mingxuan's soul sensitivity has become extremely high.
He could sense any Warp Daemon approaching.
Unfortunately, the Greater Daemon in front of him was the first to be exposed.
"What Tzeentch Greater Daemon? Mr. Han, I have no idea what you're talking about?"
"You're much better at playing dumb than your master, but that's not a wise move."
"Sir, you jest. I have never heard of any of these things."
In fact, when Han Mingxuan revealed his identity, the Greater Daemon was terrified, but he could not admit it, he would rather die than admit it.
Because if he admits to Han Mingxuan's guess, it means his sentence will be extended.
Originally, according to the Lord of Changes ' instructions, he only needed to stay in the damned Administratum of the Imperium of Man for two years.
If he admits to Han Mingxuan's suspicions, his identity will be exposed to the public. Or even if it doesn't need to be exposed, as long as the other party sees through his disguise, his sentence will be extended by two years.
Although as the Greater Daemon Tzeentch, they are the embodiment of intrigue and wisdom, he truly didn't want to stay in this damned place right now.
"Since you are Tzeentch the Greater Daemon, then I suppose your ability to handle political affairs is comparable to that of the Primarch, isn't it?"
After all, these things were born in the Warp.
If they didn't have some serious Warp skills, Tzeentch wouldn't have sent them here.
"Go back and tell Roboute that the Anti-Corruption has only just begun, and I must take down the entire corruption network in Terra as quickly as possible."
How to take down all the leaders of the Terra corruption network in the shortest possible time?
Is this even human language?
He's already been killing people all morning. If he wants to wipe out all the leaders of the corruption network, how long will it take him to kill them all?
Tzeentch knew perfectly well how many of these people Greater Daemon were.
If Han Mingxuan is truly determined to eliminate these people, then without a doubt, the gunfire from the Department of Justice will not cease for the next two weeks.
Tzeentch Greater Daemon currently feeling very frustrated, firstly because this is the territory of the Accursed, and he cannot easily expose himself.
Secondly, once he is exposed, his sentence will be extended.
Considering his current predicament, this Tzeentch Greater Daemon realized he wasn't a Greater Daemon at all; he was a powerless Daemon.
In the end, he could only slink away.
Just as Han Mingxuan was drafting the List for the afternoon meeting, he received a call from Malcador.
"What's wrong, Old Ma? Are you uncomfortable staying here?"
"No, that's not it. There's nothing uncomfortable about being on vacation. I just wanted to ask you, did those guys confess this morning?"
So that's why she was afraid her Holiday would suddenly fly by.
"Don't worry, Prime Minister Ma, these guys are much more stubborn than you think."
"That's good, that's good."
"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
"Alright, take care, Old Han. Remember to come visit sometime."
He decided against it; he didn't want to drink with Old Ma here.
However, not long after Han Mingxuan left, the Emperor suddenly appeared behind Malcador.
"My lord, what brings you here?"
"I just want to know how much longer you're going to be locked up."
"My old friend, as you know, Old Han is impartial and upright in his work. I'm afraid I won't be able to leave until the truth is uncovered. It's very regrettable."
Very regrettable?
Upon hearing Malcador's four words, the Emperor thought he had deliberately deafened himself before coming.
What do you mean by "very regrettable"?
I couldn't see even the slightest bit of regret in you; all I saw was the enjoyment you had on your vacation.
"Don't look at me like that, old friend. You know, sitting in the position of the Imperium Chancellor, it's a matter of life and death. I always have to make a lot of unavoidable compromises."
The Emperor stared at Malcador silently for a long time, then left without saying a word.
He also wants a vacation.
However, they couldn't let Han Mingxuan actually capture them too, because that would throw the Imperium into chaos.
Moreover, the reason why Han Mingxuan was able to easily execute those nobles was simply because he exploited an information gap and a time difference.
Once more time passes and the Terra nobles' allies hear this news, Han Mingxuan will be facing not only the corrupt forces of Terra, but the corrupt forces of the entire Segmentum Solar.
That was the most troublesome time, so the Emperor needed to stabilize the situation and couldn't take a vacation.
It seems necessary to gradually familiarize Sanguinius with Imperium administration.
This isn't for Holiday, but for a grander plan; the Warmaster's related plans should also be put on the agenda.
At that moment, Sanguinius, who was on the front lines, suddenly felt a sense of unease.
In fact, he hasn't had much peace lately.
Because the Eighth Legion cut off half of the Ninth Legion's Fruit supply, and because his attempt to forge a royal decree failed, the Great Angel was somewhat frustrated during this period.
Now, such unsettling Prophecies have emerged once again.
The Great Angel decided to activate his Psychic Power to take a closer look at what was going on.
Then he froze.
"Uncle, you might as well just blow up the whole of Terra."
When he saw the words "Terra anti-corruption" in the Prophecy vision, he felt it would be better to burn Terra to ashes.
Terra anti-corruption campaign—is this even human language?
How long has it been in Terra since the Age of Strife?
Can we really just start Anti-Corruption whenever we want?
He had worked in the Administratum, so he knew the extent of corruption among the nobles and their intricate networks of relationships.
That's why Sanguinius thought the plan was too crazy.
No, I have to go back. Uncle's actions could easily lead to trouble.