Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 160

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  Neurolytic toxin is an extremely horrible and inhumane poison.

  This poison will slowly destroy neurons and cell gene chains.

  Let the attacked person die slowly in the unbearable pain of nerve dissolution.

   This is an extremely cruel and irreversible method.

  Toxins like this have been widely used by various departments of the empire to deter their enemies.

  Until, during the Beast War, the Assassin Court-Grand Mentor Van Gerich's assassination of the high lord broke out.

   Such poison was sealed up by the high lords.

   No longer allowed in Imperial official departments.

   They fear that these poisons will eventually be used against them one day.

  Unfortunately, many rules are not used to restrain the people who create the rules.

  Irtu, the director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, is obviously a rule maker.

   Support the dead, use various prohibited poisons or weapons.

   It's not a big deal for a big man like him.

  Under the ravages of the neurotoxin, Tyrian's eyes gradually blurred.

  At first he could scream, but as the poison slowly entered his nervous system, he lost the ability to scream.

   "No, it's not true, Master."

  An old voice sounded.

  Before Tyrian closed his eyes, the aged servant who had escaped the killing of Iltu's men by chance ran to his master's side with a crying voice.

  The servant has served Tyrian for eighty years, which is equivalent to the lifetime of an ordinary person.

   If you dig deeper, it will be even more amazing.

  This family of old servants has actually served Tyrion for four generations.

  His father and grandfather were both Tyrion's servants.

   If nothing else, his children will also be Tyrian's servants.

  Tirion has lived for centuries with the help of various technologies to extend life.

  However, his servants are not qualified and authorized to enjoy the same life extension, and can only accept birth, old age, sickness and death.

   For this reason, Tyrian watched those familiar people and things disappear in his life little by little.

   Now, he himself has come to the end of his life.

  The old servant who hugged his master was crying so hard.

  He didn't know what Tyrian's reputation was outside.

   But in the Prime Minister's Office, the life of the servants is considered very good.

   Will not be punished and killed for some small mistakes.

  In many powerful families, the life of a servant is like grass on the side of the road, and life and death depend on the thought of his master.

  The old servant has served Tyrian all his life, taking care of his food and daily life.

  He knew that the man who held the power of the empire was a good man.

  Why can't this world give good people a better ending?

  Tirion rested his head on the servant's haggard leg, his eyes dimmed little by little.

   Exactly the same way a boy lay on his father's lap centuries ago.

   "I will be the greatest servant of the Emperor, and my name will be remembered by all."

  The boy said to his father.

"That's dangerous. A lot of people don't like that, and they don't like someone doing that. They want everyone else to be like them, stepping in the mud and becoming rotten people. The rotten swamp blooms with bright flowers, which will only attract people's attention. Come to hate and target."

  The father's face is full of benevolent smiles, making fun of his child's dreams.

   "I'm not afraid, I'll beat those bad guys, I'll be worse than them, then they won't be my opponents." Said the boy.

   "I lost, father." Tirian had one last thought before dying.

  Memories from his lifetime kept reappearing in Tirian's mind, allowing him to browse through all the memories quickly.

  The life of a despicable superior, playing tricks, exchanging benefits, step by step, and finally reached a position unimaginable by the world.

  He was about to die, dying in countless torments.

  All power and wealth will disappear and turn into nothing.

  If it were another person, they would definitely do whatever it takes to survive, so that they could continue to enjoy unimaginable wealth and power.

  Katirion never cared about those things, he just felt sad that he didn't make it to the day when the Primarch came to Terra.

  In the eyes of political opponents, Tyrian is cunning and cruel, and good at calculating people's hearts.

  But no one knew that Tyrian was still the young man who was full of pride and wanted to become the emperor's most outstanding servant.

  Tirion has been through a lot.

  He knows very well that the Milky Way is a cruel place.

  The countless worlds of the Imperium of Man are filled with pain and disease, and evil is everywhere in sight.

   Chaos is rampant, and the number of ignorant people who are tempted is inexhaustible.

  Aliens are always watching, and the human blood in the butcher's knife has never dried up.

   But the upper strata are indifferent to all this.

  They only care about mobilizing power and showing the glory of their family.

  The empire is dying.

  The fire of human civilization has long been uncertain and may be extinguished at any time.

   "Cough, cough, cough." Tyrian coughed a few times, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

   Seeing the pain of his master, the old servant was extremely desperate.

  He kept helping his master wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth with a clean handkerchief.

"what can I do?"

   "My God, why is this happening!"

  Looking at Tirion, who was having difficulty breathing, the old servant felt like a knife was twisting in his heart. This is such a vicious world, why good people always have no way to get good rewards.

  The rapid siren sounded.

  The outer defenses of the Imperial Chancellery were breached by thugs, and countless thugs who could not bear the skyrocketing prices and hunger rushed into Tyrian's mansion.

   Obviously, this is also part of those people's plans.

  As the Prime Minister of the Empire, the security measures in the mansion where Tirian lives are also extremely high-end and strict.

   Now, it was destroyed by mobs.

   One can imagine how big the loopholes are.

  If it weren't for other people to do it, such a thing would never happen.

  The old servant held back his tears and grief, and before the mob arrived, he chose to leave his master's cold body behind and hid in a secret room.

  He is too old to carry a dead body.

  He knew he had to live.

  He is the only survivor of the massacre at the Prime Minister's Office.

  If even he dies, the truth of this matter will be buried along with it.

   No one will ever know the truth about Tyrian's death.

  Everyone would think that the Reich Chancellor died at the hands of the mob.

   People will be sad and sad for him, but there is nothing they can do.

  No one would have thought that the high lords would be so ruthless, directly killing everyone in the Chancellery, and injecting such vicious things as neurolysis into the Imperial Chancellor.

  They will live on in peace, and even express their loyalty by swearing allegiance to the Primarch, receiving rewards, and even keeping their current positions.

  How unfair that would be.

  The old servant knows his mission, he must make this matter public.

   Seek justice for your master and avenge your master.

   Every high lord involved in this matter will pay the price.

  Tirion is dead.

   died on the eve of the era he dreamed of.

  He once advocated reform and restored the glory of mankind.

   For this reason, he devoted himself to Terra politics and climbed up step by step.

  He thought about lifting the ban on the forbidden army, breaking the rules of the holy scriptures, and building space fighters on a large scale.

  Recover the lost technological and political structures that allowed humanity to roam the stars.

   But few results have been achieved in these years.

  The strength of the opposition is too strong, and the resistance is too terrifying.

  He originally wanted to promote the lifting of the ban on the forbidden army and go to the Cadia fortress to support.

   As a result, during the voting, the news of the fall of the Cadia Fortress came.

   This made Tyrian feel frustrated for a while.

  The appearance of Guilliman made him see hope again, seeing the possible glorious future of the empire.

  He tried his best to put the barrier between the plain body and Terra, turned against the vacillating generals, talked to the captain of the imperial fists, and advised the marshal of the Custodian army to let them fall to the side of the primarch.

  But he has done so much, but he failed to see the arrival of the Primarch with his own eyes, and he failed to see with his own eyes the day when human beings will cross the star sea again. e

he died.

   died in his mansion.

  The head was chopped off by the mob and hung in the garden of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

  His body was hacked to pieces, and it was impossible to find it all.

  The Prime Minister's Office was destroyed by mobs, and a big explosion occurred.

  In the building of the Ministry of Internal Affairs located in the outer court area, the director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs-Irtu, the director of the Ministry of Justice-Draco, and Pope-Baldo stood in a luxurious room.

  A huge crystal chandelier hangs above the head, and the soft light covers this luxurious and exquisite room.

   There is a window in the room facing the area where the Imperial Chancellery is located.

  The three stood by the window, they watched the billowing smoke rising from the location of the Prime Minister's Mansion, with faint smiles on the corners of their mouths.

  Everything is so seamless.

  No one was able to discover the fall of the Imperial Chancellery. They were behind the scenes, and they even took the initiative to mobilize the army and open the defense.

  The truth will be lost forever.

   Never mentioned again.

   "Let's start publicizing the arrival of the Imperial Regent. We have to show a loyal look and question all the leaders of the Imperial Daily News, and let them bear the crime of stigmatizing the Imperial Regent."

  Yiltu played with the wine glass in his hand, the wine in it was as red as blood.

   "Indeed, we have to find a way to get out of the body." The Pope said.

   In the sky of Terra, screaming fighter planes passed by from time to time.

  The nearby troops are rushing to the direction of the Prime Minister's Office.

  There were terrified screams and bewildered wails on the comms.

  Tirion never discriminates against others, and he doesn't mind helping others without embarrassing himself.

  Such behavior gave him good popularity.

  The attack on the Prime Minister's Office touched the hearts of many people.

  They prayed that Tirien would be auspicious and blessed with the emperor's protection.

  It wasn't until they drove off the mob and saw Tyrian's shattered limbs that they had to accept the fact that a great servant of the Emperor had left.

   In the grim form of mob unrest and demonic invasion.

  The mood of many troops and civilians in Terra was hit hard again because of Tyrian's departure.

  Many people fell into despair.

   Some people doubt whether Terra will fall because of this.

  However, a report from the Imperial Daily News boosted people's morale again.

  Although it is very separated from the previous news, it still gives people a little hope.

  《The Emperor's Parents-Robert Guilliman has arrived in the BetGalmon galaxy, only a week away from the solar system in the subspace. The High Lords ordered the arrest of several editor-in-chiefs of the Imperial Daily for allegedly defaming and insulting the Primarch. "

  《A new storm is brewing. According to internal sources, the Ministry of Justice will liquidate the recent actions of stigmatizing the original body. Please wait and see. "

  (end of this chapter)

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