Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Not everyone is qualified to face the majesty of an Emperor's own son! Only under the suppression of sedatives can the envoy negotiate with the Primarch without fear.

The little movements of the [Great Sage of Biology] naturally could not be hidden from the attention of the Primarch.

At the negotiating table, the party that shows weakness first is doomed to fail.

"Thirty percent." The Primarch tapped the tabletop with his knuckles covered in golden armor. "This is the final bottom line!"

The rhythmic knocking sounds echoed in the empty audience hall, and coupled with the Principal's half-smile, it added a suffocating pressure.

After a long silence, the Mechanicus's messenger finally sighed helplessly.

"The Adeptus Mechanicus will obey your will!" The messenger bowed slightly to the Primarch. "Simple and crude, but effective negotiation method! You have a great talent for politics."

"Thank you for your compliment." The Primarch smiled gently.

There is no doubt that the great Primarch won the victory at the negotiating table.

The 30% additional armaments from the Mechanicus will help the Empire win greater victories in the next half a thousand years of war!!!

One day, the Empire will regain the glory of the Great Crusade! And the aliens who are full of malice towards humans will eventually recall the fear of being dominated by the Empire.

…

The trouble from the [Mechanicus] has been properly dealt with, and the [Inquisition] that was involved in this conspiracy has also launched a bloody purge within its ranks.

[Every Inquisitor begins as a conservative who yearns for purity and justice; and every Inquisitor ends as a heretic who does whatever it takes and a madman who blasphemes to the extreme! ]

This motto filled with despair is engraved on the manual that every Inquisitor carries with him.

Just as this motto says, most of the high-ranking Inquisitors are worthy of being called [heretics]!

The power of mortals is ultimately limited!

In order to complete the great mission given to them by the Emperor, the Inquisitors do not hesitate to associate with aliens, and even borrow the filthy power from Chaos...

But even though their hands were already stained with filth and blood, the Inquisitors' loyalty to the Golden Throne had never wavered.

These lunatics, who are feared by the people of the empire, actually desire to restore the glory of the empire more than anyone else.

After ten thousand years of watching in darkness and madness, the Inquisitors finally welcomed the return of a son of the Emperor.

The existence of the Primarch is no less than a bright light in the long night for the Inquisitors!

The attempt of the Human Purity Faction to assassinate the Emperor's own son has completely touched the bottom line of the entire Inquisition.

In just half an hour, seventeen inquisitors were charged with heresy! They were not even interrogated within the Inquisition, but were directly punished with excommunication.

It is undeniable that among these 17 judges there are indeed innocent people who did not participate in this conspiracy.

But the word "innocent" is the biggest joke among these crazy stars.

As for the last remaining [State Religion]...

This sect, whose beliefs spread throughout the galaxy, is the most difficult problem facing the Primarch.

Even Pope Decius, who had been living on the Throne World, was quietly corrupted by Chaos! It was hard to imagine how many supporters of Chaos were hidden in the huge state religion.

After careful consideration, the Primarch decided to pass on the big problem of the [State Religion] to Celestine, who had not yet awakened.

As the living saint of the Emperor, Celestine has a very close relationship with the state religion! In front of the living saint of the Emperor, even the [Pope of the state religion] must bow his head and meet him.

Celestine's identity destined her to a lofty position within the state religion!

Having a living saint handle the many affairs of the [State Religion] will surely minimize the impact of this incident.

…

The turmoil caused by the assassination of the High Lord gradually subsided, and the coronation of the Primarch as the Regent of the Empire was also put on the agenda.

The final coronation day was set on the [Emperor's Ascension Day] of that year!

But before the coronation, [Marshal of the Imperial Guards] Trajan had already handed over various government affairs of the empire to the Primarch.

The title of [Imperial Regent] means endless power, but at the same time, it also means that the responsibilities of the entire empire will be imposed on one person.

No one is born a politician! To become a qualified imperial regent, the Primarch needs to learn a vast amount of things.

Tens of thousands of documents are sent to the Primarch's office every day! Most of those that are eligible to be submitted to Terra are related to the life and death of an entire Imperial world or even a star region.

The mobilization of the Astra Militarum, the establishment of the Astartes Chapter, the emergence of rebels in a certain sector, and even the corruption from Chaos aliens...

The Primarch must read each document carefully and then provide the necessary assistance to the Imperial world within a reasonable scope.

This is an extremely mentally exhausting job.

The territory of the Empire is so vast! Even though the Primarch has tried his best, many of the Empire's worlds are still occupied or destroyed by aliens because they cannot get timely assistance.

"Life" is nothing but a string of cold numbers in front of the Imperial Regent. Countless deaths and destruction have made the Primarch feel deeply numb.

Even though the Original's superhuman body would not feel the slightest bit of fatigue, the drowsiness that came from the depths of his soul was unavoidable no matter what.

…

Located in the Primarch's office in the Imperial Palace on Terra.

Thousands of reviewed urgent documents were neatly stacked in front of the desk. These were the last batch of documents that needed to be processed by the Principal today.

The tired imperial regent put the feather pen back to its place, then leaned back on the soft chair and began to enjoy this short rest.

In just one Terran month, the number of documents reviewed by the Primarch exceeded the total number of the High Lords' Council in half a year.

Tens of thousands of Imperial worlds sent messages to Terra for help.

However, due to objective factors such as geographical location and military reserves, less than half of the empire's worlds were able to receive support.

The helplessness and despair coming from the star language communication deeply hurt the heart of the Primarch! However, the Primarch who carried the hope of the Empire was powerless to do anything about it.

The Primarch, leaning back in his chair, suddenly felt a little admiration for the previous [Regent of the Empire] Robert Guilliman.

When Guilliman served as regent of the Empire, the Horus Heresy that swept across the galaxy had just been put down!

The wealth accumulated by the Empire during the Great Crusade had long been consumed, and more than 60% of the Empire's worlds were reduced to ruins in the rebellion.