I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 345 Our human empire is thriving!
Terra, in a palace attached to the palace of the Lord of Mankind,

Alexei Lev Tirian, chancellor of the Imperial Senate or chancellor of the Imperial Parliament or a thousand other titles, woke up from his brief sleep.
He moved his pale and swollen body and opened his eyes in the dim room. Compared with the reception rooms that he had decorated carefully during his eighty years of service, his own room seemed simple and boring.

There are no sandstone fireplaces from the former French Federation, no luxurious gilded clocks from the American nobility, no rare and exquisite porcelain from the Dragon Kingdoms, and no original manuscripts of poems from the Great Crusade. There is only a small bed, a floor and desk piled with documents, and a window that cannot be any smaller.

Even though he was the Prime Minister and Chief of the Imperial Senate, and the host of the High Lords' Council, according to the Imperial Law written on the parchment scroll, although he was not among the twelve High Lords, he had the right to attend the High Lords' Council, and his power was second only to their bureaucrats, and he had the power and ability to obtain a better room.
In fact, even the smallest amount of money that Tirian himself embezzled was enough to buy the most luxurious palace on any planet outside of Terra.

But ever since the dawn of the age known as the Blind Day, Tyrian had longed for the safety of such a darkened room.
As if this could avoid the gazes from those things that were stirring like blasphemy and blood beneath the veil of reality.
Even in this dark room, Tyrian had to rely on hypnosis and large doses of anesthetics to fall asleep, and then wake up from nightmares every half an hour, and then tremble in the fear of reality.
He often dreamed of a butcher wearing a sharp iron helmet chopping off his head, often saw himself in the mirror with a strange smile, often heard the cackling of birds out of thin air, often endured the pain brought by inflammation and fever, and often saw a blue round civet cat in his hallucinations declaring that the aliens were a subspecies of humans.
These horrific scenes often suffocated Tyrian, and he almost committed suicide several times.
Tirian took a deep breath to calm his fragile heart, which was beating violently, and slowly got out of the quilt.
He looked at his ugly, swollen body exposed to the air and felt cold, but did not wake up Jackie who was lying beside him. Instead, he put on his clothes himself.

Although the work was about to begin, Tyrian couldn't help but lower his head to look at Jackie's sleeping face. That not-so-pretty face made him feel a little relieved.

The two of them cuddled together last night, spending this long and painful night.

Jackie is not Tyrian's wife. In fact, after Tyrian buried his second wife with his own hands and watched six of his seven children being killed in political struggles and one being sent to the throne, Tyrian never married again.
Jackie is just Tyrian's assistant, but that doesn't mean that sleeping together is a biological instinct.

In fact, Tyrion has lived for two hundred years, and he has not received any deeper rejuvenation treatments to extend his lifespan. He actually no longer has that ability.
Tyrian and Jackie cuddled together simply because they had completely trusted each other during their long work, and were able to rely on this mutual trust to barely get through the nights after the day of blindness.

Most of the time, Jackie brings some peace of mind to Tyrian. Well, most of the time.
Tyrian thought of the day of the Blinding Day, the day that the people of Terra called the Great Rift, the day that Khayon, the imprisoned Black Legion member of the Inquisition, called the Scarlet Path.
Frankly speaking, what Tirian has done in his eighty-year career as the Prime Minister of the Empire is more than what the sixty-four Prime Ministers of the past five hundred years have done combined. This is of course the reason why he has been able to hold this position for eighty years.

When Cadia's call for help arrived and the 13th Black Crusade arrived, Tyrion successfully won over the five high lords to support a proposal through a series of bribes, frauds and exchanges of interests.
He proposed to lift the restriction order on the Imperial Guards not to leave Terra, and let them go to support Cadia and protect the important portal.

But Iltu Simotrien, the chief of the interior and chief of the high lords, opposed Tirian's proposal, or any proposal to change the laws of the empire.
Tyrian could understand that although most of the high lords' power came from every parchment and every line of the Imperial Law, the Ministry of Internal Affairs was the most closely linked to the Imperial Law, and any slight change would cause a torrent of changes in the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Countless people may lose their ancestral jobs, countless people may die suddenly in front of the parchment scroll, and the parchment imports of Terra will increase by several percentage points. The resulting trade fluctuations may bankrupt several nobles and planets that make a living from it.

The tens of billions of employees of the Ministry of Internal Affairs depend on their livelihood, so as the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Irtu must defend it with all his might.

The reason why Tirian knew this so well was because his father was an official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. However, shortly after Tirian was born, he was informed that his department had been disbanded for 1,560 years. Tirian's father and ancestors had been doing useless work for a thousand years, and they needed to be transferred to new positions as required.

After spending two years to find a new position, Tirian's father discovered that the department he was supposed to be transferred to had been disbanded five hundred years ago. Tirian's father lost his ancestral position in the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
After his father's death, Tirian was sent to the Loyal Successor Academy, and then spent 120 years climbing to the position of Prime Minister of the Empire, only to find out that all this was because the High Lords' Council corrected a small spelling error in the Imperial Law 1,560 years ago.

Tirian knew that if he wanted to abolish the restrictions on the Imperial Guards and wanted them to support Cadia, he would have to face the entire Ministry of Internal Affairs and the forces represented by other high lords who opposed the proposal.
But just when Tirian had used all his wisdom and finally pushed everything to the voting step and was about to succeed,
Jackie rushed into the High Lords Council with the latest news.

There is no need to discuss the issue of the Imperial Guards supporting Cadia anymore, as there is no Cadia anymore.

In fact, Jackie's announcement was completely unnecessary, because a few minutes after she finished speaking, a huge crack pierced the sky.
The entire Terra and the entire galaxy fell into madness and chaos.

Tirian walked to the desk tremblingly. Before he started working, he took out a small picture book from the desk.

It was a religious pamphlet he had received from a priest of the state church when he was a child. It depicted the figures of nine pure primarchs.
Every child of Terra is told to pray to these images constantly, to never let these glorious figures leave their minds, to never let these examples of human spirit and hope disappear from their hearts.

Tyrian slowly opened the scroll and looked at the nine figures on it - Lion El'Jonson, Leman Russ, Jaghatai Khan, Vulkan, Corax, Rogal Dorn, Ferrus Manus, Robert Guilliman and Sanguinius.
"My ideas may be a little unorthodox, but I have had a strange feeling since I was a child that they will return one day and lead us again."

Tirian couldn't help but speak, his voice was loud, almost shouting,
It was strange that this childhood fantasy could actually give him some strength now. "Is it because of the recent star language?" Jackie's voice sounded behind Tyrian. She put on her clothes efficiently, sat at the desk next to Tyrian and started working.

"Maybe. Maybe those strange astronomical messages gave me false hope."

A dark smile crossed Tirian's lips.

The star messages I received recently were really bizarre.

Some claim that Guilliman and Sanguinius have been resurrected, formed the Second Empire and are heading back to Terra.
Some claimed that the Wolf King Leman Russ brought back the medicine to cure the Emperor.

Some claimed that Rogal Dorn had returned and was preparing to lead the Imperial Fists to attack Terra and launch a coup.

Some of the Eldar claimed to be sub-humans, Erebus claimed to be waiting for the birth of the fifth god of the warp, and the Lion King's adoptive father Luther reappeared and sought to resurrect Lion El Jonson.

There are even more blasphemous, vile, and bizarre rumors, even claiming that Horus has returned.

Of course, the most bizarre and blasphemous thing is that a sect that worships a being called "Saint Doraemon" suddenly appeared in the galaxy.
The sect actually claimed that both Sanguinius and Guilliman had submitted to the authority of Saint Doraemon.

The image of Saint Doraemon is a chubby blue raccoon with a red nose and no ears, which looks quite cute.

If it weren't some kind of heresy, it might be very popular with children.

But they are too heretical. According to their teachings, even the purest Primarch Sanguinius was corrupted and turned into the demon prince of Saint Doraemon.

Tirian took a deep breath and drove these fragmented thoughts out of his mind. He had to start working.

Although the galaxy was already dark and hope seemed to have disappeared, he still couldn't give up his work.
Our human empire is thriving! Tirian encouraged himself.

Tirian worked for more than four hours until he received his first customer at eight o'clock.

"She is the Grand Sister of the Sisters, the Mother Superior of the Prophet Monastery, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Sisters of Battle, Ms. Morwen Val."

"She was accompanied by Madam Magda, the Grand Sister of the Order of the Holy Rose, a group of battle sisters."

Jackie informed Tirian of the visitor's identity. She hesitated for a moment and said:
"It's a bit strange. When did the Sisters' power armor change to a metallic blue paint?"

(End of this chapter)