The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Although the Senate has all kinds of worries about the trial court, the special structure of the trial court—there is no affiliation between the judges, makes them feel a little bit more at ease, so that everyone can get along well until now.

　　 Similarly, the days in Terra Palace have become boring, except for those things that happen day after day.

　　 For example, all the members of the Senate had sought blessings or prayed before they took their seats, so that the emperor’s will can guide their thinking and wisdom.

　　Some people, such as the supreme admiral of the Navy, Meleda Perez, will put on a full set of formal uniforms and perform with great fanfare, usually in the chapel of a warship on track.

　　 The Pope Eos Ritra is also the same. He is walking into the round church under the hemispherical wall with a large group of priests in robes and golden helmets.

　　 Cleopatra Lers wore a monotonous black uniform, and he chose not to show that effect.

　　 The chapel he was going to was used by the servants in the palace in their daily prayers. It was not a very exposed place, but a monotonous room with notation.

The Grand Inquisitor knew that using it made him look conscientious, restrained and very humble, and made him look more worthy of admirable spiritual beliefs than those lords who used their prayers to do shows-representing simplicity and non-compliance. Arrogant attitude.

　　 Again, it makes him look credible and noble, and it makes him look kind.

　　 He likes the feeling of letting his opponent's spies see this.

　　 He knows that he is so impeccable that he can make them feel less annoying.

The fact is that Cleopatra Res may at any time pay more attention to how he looks than others, what information his image reveals, because his actions are publicly displayed to win public support of.

　　 In the past, his actions were only carried out in secret, but in Holy Terra, he had to expose his actions to the sun-as much as possible.

　　 Because this is a more complicated battlefield, not only enemies, but also allies and neutrals.

　　 He showed it to his opponents and also showed it to his allies, showing what he wanted to show them.

　　 How would they see him going to the meeting?

　　A middle-aged man of medium height, medium build, dressed in black, and greasy black hair with a clerk style on his head?

His skin is pale because of being in a palace where the sky is not visible all year round, and he has almost no obvious signs except for his dark eyes with high interpupillary distance and his left cheek extending from the mouth to the chin. Scars like valleys.

　　 Cleopatra never wanted to talk about this scar, the only thing he wanted to say was that it happened when he was a young man, when he was a trainee judge.

　　 And he regrets it not only because of the scar, but also because of his only failure in this life.

　　 "Good day, sir."

　　 As he walked out of the chapel to continue walking towards the main hall, he greeted a tall being beside him.

　　 Then the Emperor's Fist, wearing a shiny and perfect armor, slowly turned around and nodded slightly to the Chief Inquisitor.

　　 "Good day, judge."

　　The voice of the star warrior gushes out of the helmet speaker like the whisper of a volcano. He towers over the head of a mortal, holding a decorated spear in his left fist and a shield with prayers in his right fist.

　　 Cleopatra often feels a pity for the wall brothers of the 7th Army.

　　 They are known for being the most outstanding, they are the best and most capable in their clan, but for the sake of ceremonies, ceremonies and honor, they are destined to stay here for life.

　　 They are the best among the best. Everyone guards the palace walls that the Fist of the Empire has always defended, and wastes their huge potential here. In the galaxy, there is almost no war to visit this place to waste time.

　　 They didn't even have a name, only the names of the walls they patrolled, day after day and night after night, patrolling in the perfectly painted armor.

　　 "May I be late?"

　　 The Grand Inquisitor said with a smile.

　　 "You have four minutes and thirteen seconds, sir."

　　 The star warrior answered calmly.

　　 "But I suggest you go through the gilded trail and walk through Gate 6."

　　 "Because they won't meet in the hall?"

　　 The star warrior nodded.

"Yes, sir."

　　 "They always do this."

　　 Cleopatra could not help complaining:

　　 "I don't think this is appropriate. The main hall is good enough. It was built for our council."

　　 Since the completion of the palace, the main hall has been the seat of Terra's power.

　　 That is an awesome place, a veritable arena. At the center of the hall is the central podium with seats for high lords, followed by seats for low-level officials and low-level public officials of the lords.

　　 If every seat is packed, it can hold 500,000 people.

It was damaged during the siege of Tyra, but was subsequently restored, and a tall Roger Dorn statue was erected at the east end to commemorate the superman made by the original body of the Fist of the Empire in the Battle of Tyra Such an effort and the extraordinary battle he had fought in the corridor outside.

　　 But it was not Don's decision to erect this statue. It was his brother Killiman who ordered it to be built.

　　 "In our darkest hour, my brother guards the palace, and he should guard the parliament forever."

　　 But after the end of the apostasy, the elders of the empire changed their venues, except for the plenary meeting.

　　 They think that the main hall is too big. Many people say that the main hall is too noisy and formal.

　　 Private meetings are more popular. They are held in smaller meeting rooms, which are more intimate and direct.

　　 The most popular is the place where Cleopatra is going now. It is a rather small room with wood panelling near the top of the counterclockwise tower. It is said that the emperor prefers to use this tower room for meditation and mindfulness.

　　 Cleopatra knew exactly why they did it.

　　 Suddenly, the inquisitor stopped and looked up at the cold and unpredictable eyepieces of the star warrior. The light reflected from the optical lens was like coal burning.

　　 "Maybe you have heard? The topic of this discussion is your close relatives, a subgroup separated thousands of years ago, astral knights."

"Yes, sir."

　　 The Emperor's Fist still answered in an unhurried tone.

　　 "They did a great job. They beat the pirate king to the ground with so few fighters. I can't imagine what a miraculous battle it was."

　　 "I am proud of our brothers."

　　 "But some people think that they have formed an alliance privately, a...the Astarte Brotherhood that shouldn't exist. This is already an act of overstepping. What do you think?"

　　 "I only stick to the responsibilities I have been given, and will do it wholeheartedly."

　　Cleopat’s words are of course not small talk, in fact the other party is not talking to himself.

　　 Their meeting was not accidental, almost nothing on Tyra was accidental.

　　 He is testing the attitude of the Fist of the Empire, and the other party is the same, and what he said today should be transmitted to the mountain formation soon.

Obviously, the Fist of the Empire this time hopes to hold up an umbrella for its subgroup, and from the previous battle records of the Astral Knights, as a battle group that is nearly destroyed, it has defeated one with a suicide attack. Enemy of the Empire, this kind of battle can easily win the support of the Empire's military.

　　 At least the new commander-in-chief of the Astral Army, Moore A. Shahrir, has publicly stated that such victories should be commended and not entangled in minor details.

　　 Thinking of this, Cleopatra nodded, turned around, and walked into the dark corridor.