Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

971.M41-Holy Terra

Does anyone know how humans dispersed to so many different worlds? Who remembers the wars that tore apart their homeworld of Terra and dragged humanity into wild wars? Who can still recognize Terra's ancient ruins, its destroyed nations, and the names of its peoples who have long since turned to dust? There are no answers to these questions.

In the grim darkness of the far future, humans rule over a million worlds, but none more important than Terra. This barren little world lacks minerals, food, and water resources, and everything needs to be supplied by never-ending external transport ships.

But this still does not affect Terra's status as the heart of the Imperium, the home of the Emperor, and humanity's last hope for survival in a cold and unforgiving universe.

Huge cities covering the entire planet are stacked layer by layer in complex structures. If an expert on the earth from the past came to the present, he would definitely find that the earth today has expanded several times during tens of thousands of years of brutal expansion.

Pure air has become precious, and only the top nobles can be lucky enough to breathe the fresh smell. As for others, they have to survive in poor air that has been filtered and purified for tens of thousands of years.

The planet also lost its stable weather, with thunderstorms and black storms once sweeping across the entire planet. But now under the control of the glorious relics of the Adeptus Mechanicus, this sacred place can only produce a divine rain at the most important moment.

The entire planet is dotted with vast Imperial institutions.

Ministry of the Interior, Ministry of War, Adeptus Mechanicus, Ministry of Justice, Inquisition, Monastery of the Astartes....

Like mountains, these structures overlook all living beings, performing eternal service to the Emperor within or behind the towering ceramite walls.

The poor people of Terra are divided into different levels of the hive, leaving aside the hive spiers that are already in the atmosphere, and the middle hive is filled with a width of several thousand meters.

The people struggled to survive, meeting their daily needs under the gaze of glorious statues and the greatness of the Emperor. They performed the simplest and most basic tasks on Terra to keep this huge machine running.

More fortunate families could raise educated children, gain opportunities to work in imperial departments, obtain simple physical modifications, and work to death in a position that would never change.

Joining the army, serving as a servant, serving as a clerk, or being valued by some big shots are all considered by middle-class people as a stepping stone to get rid of the upper class and move forward.

Further down is the suffocating and dark lower level of the hive city. This is a place where management is out of control. No one can safely count the population of the lower level of the hive city.

Even Terra's current population data is just an old record left in M35. The complex and huge bureaucracy operates inefficiently, like rusty gears slowly twisting under the huge thrust of grinding Mars.

Gangsters, mutants, and more dangerous hidden creatures are running rampant in the lower levels.

So much so that the intersection between the middle-level hive city and the lower-level hive city has dedicated personnel to conduct closed management.

Sometimes, the inhuman and cold killers of the Ministry of Justice and the Inquisition will go to the lower levels. Whether it is to defend the laws of the Emperor or to ensure the purity of mankind, they will not begrudge the weapons in their hands. Every time they go there, they represent With the lower-level forces reshuffling the cards.

Under the lower level of the hive, there are ancient ruins. Various unspeakable ruins and sewer systems make up that dark area. No one can tell what is sealed in the deep underground.

But the more suffocating the place, the more it becomes a contrast to the glorious holy place.

The more dark and oppressive it becomes here, the more the hive spiers of Terra shine with the divine light of ignorance.

On the edge of the emperor's palace, which is the size of a continental plate, are the most powerful and wealthy families. They possess unimaginable political power and military force.

But above them, there is a Senate composed of twelve high lords who have been granted power by the Emperor. They fulfill their obligations on this great and sacred planet and manage the huge human race on behalf of the Emperor. empire.

The nine permanent seats and the three non-permanent seats constitute the power center of the Human Empire. When you can interpret these, you will have a basic concept of which departments are the most important in the Human Empire.

Director of the Ministry of the Interior, Pope of the State, General Forge, Minister of Justice, Ambassador of the Navigator, Host of the Star Torch Court, Grand Master of the Assassin Court, Host of the Star Talk Court, and Representative of the Inquisition Court.

The Nine Seats are sacrosanct and these positions have rarely been vacant throughout the Empire's long history.

The remaining three seats are chosen from the powerful leaders of the various imperial factions.

Lord Commander of the Sun, Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum, High-ranking Admiral of the Empire, Bishop of the Ecclesiastical Church of Terra, Mother Sister of the Battle Sisters, Lord Commander of the Custodes, Imperial Archives Secretary, and Spokesperson of Captain Charter.

Now another high lord meeting is held. This high lord meeting room is so huge that there is a microclimate in the high dome.

The body of the Martian Casting General was transported by a heavy crane. His body occupied half of the conference room. In the huge mechanical structure, it was difficult to see where his head was.

The rest of the people's chairs tried to avoid opening his huge and complicated cables to avoid being killed on the spot by the strong magnetic current and lethal radiation rushing through them.

Although it is a meeting of twelve people, all of them know that the empire's table of power will always have a thirteenth seat. The most sacred and powerful thirteenth seat will always belong to the great emperor.

The Director-General of the Ministry of Internal Affairs held a piece of parchment in his hand. He stood up tremblingly. His body was covered with cables for life extension and the most advanced life-extending organs in the empire.

"Huh...this is...Holy Terra 972.M41. Meeting ..."

The head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs became less and less breathless, and then suddenly fell to the ground, clutching his chest.

His alternate was ready, and the moment the Director-General of the Ministry of Internal Affairs died of exhaustion, he took up his words. However, the age of the new Director-General of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the life-extending modifications on his body were no less than those of the previous one. Where to go.

According to the frequency of death from overwork among high lords, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs should be able to survive for about five years.

"In this meeting, the Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum will deliver the first phase of the speech."

The new head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs sat down, and then the old and strong general, who was wearing a military uniform and had medals that could be used to block bombs, stood up.

"Here is the recent list of Terra Stars awarded. I have already written down their merits."

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