God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 512

Although the Senate is worried about the trial court, because of the special structure of the trial court - there is no subordinate relationship between the judges, they feel a little more at ease, so that everyone can be at peace until now.

Similarly, the days in Tara palace became boring, except for those things day after day.

For example, all members of the Senate have sought blessings or prayed before taking their seats, so that the will of the emperor can guide their thinking and wisdom.

Some people, such as the supreme admiral MEDA Peres, put on a full set of formal uniforms and performed in a big show, usually in the chapel of a warship in orbit.

The state Pope EOS ritra is also one. He is taking a large group of priests in robes and gold helmets into the circular church under the hemispherical wall.

Cleopatra Les wore a monotonous black uniform, and he chose not to be so showy.

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 simple facilities.

The grand judge knew that using it made him look responsible, restrained and very humble, and made him look more admirable than the lords who used their prayers to show their spiritual beliefs - representing simplicity and not arrogance.

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

He likes to show his opponents' spies how it feels.

He knew that he behaved so impeccably that he could make them feel less upset.

The fact is that Cleopatra Lars may pay more attention to what she looks like than others at any time. What does his image reveal about him, because his actions are publicly displayed to win public support.

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

Because this is a more complex battlefield, not only the enemy, but also allies and neutrals.

He showed his opponents and his allies what he wanted to show them.

What kind of person will they see going to the meeting?

A middle-aged man of medium height, medium build, wearing black clothes and a little clerical style with greasy black hair on his head?

His skin looked pale because he stayed in the dark palace all year round, and he rarely had any obvious signs, except for his dark eyes with high pupil distance and the scar like a valley extending from his mouth to his chin on his left face.

Cleopatra never wanted to talk about the 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 regretted it, not only because of this scar, but also because of his only failure in this life.

"Good day, sir."

As he stepped out of the chapel to continue to the main hall, he greeted a tall existence nearby.

Then the emperor's fist in shining and perfect armor slowly turned around and nodded slightly to the great judge.

"Good day, judge."

The voice of the Star Warrior poured out of the helmet speaker like the low sound of a volcano. He towered over the mortal's head, holding a decorated spear with his left fist and a shield engraved with prayer with his right fist.

Cleopatra often felt pity for the wall brothers of the seventh Legion.

They are famous for their excellence and are the best and most capable in their regiment, but they are destined to stay here for life for ceremony, ceremony and honor.

They are the best among the best. Everyone guards the palace walls that the imperial fist has been defending, wasting their great potential here, wasting their time in a place where there are few war visits in the galaxy.

They didn't even have a name. They only took the name of the wall they patrolled and patrolled in perfect painted armor day after night.

"I may be late?"

The grand judge said with a smile.

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

The starfighter answered calmly.

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

"Because they won't have a meeting in the hall?"

The starfighter nodded.

"Yes, sir."

"They always do."

Cleopatra could not help complaining:

"I don't think it's appropriate. The main hall is good enough. It was built for our Parliament."

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

It is an awe inspiring place, a veritable arena. In the center of the hall is the central podium and the seat of the high Lord, followed by multi-storey seats for low-level officials, low-level public officials, etc.

If you fill every seat, it can hold 500000 people.

During the siege of Tara, it was damaged, but then repaired, and a tall statue of Rogge Donne was erected at the east end to commemorate the superhuman efforts made by the mother of the imperial fist in Tara's defense and his unusual battle in the corridor outside.

But it was not Donne's decision to erect the statue, but his brother kiliman ordered it to be built.

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

But after the years of apostasy, the elders of the Empire changed their venue, except for holding plenary meetings.

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

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

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

Cleopatra knew exactly why they did it.

Suddenly, the judge stopped and looked up at the cold and elusive eyepiece of the Star Warrior. The light reflected behind the optical lens was like coal burning.

"You may have heard that the topic of this discussion is your close relatives, a sub group separated thousands of years ago, star knights."

"Yes, sir."

The emperor's fist still answered in a slow tone.

"They did a really good job. They beat the pirate king down with so few soldiers. I can't imagine what a miraculous battle it was."

"I am proud of our brothers."

"But some people think that they have privately formed an alliance, an astat brotherhood that... Shouldn't exist. This is already a transgressive behavior. What do you think?"

"I only stick to my assigned responsibility and will do it wholeheartedly."

Cleopatra's words are certainly not gossip. In fact, the other party is not chatting with himself.

Their meeting was by no means accidental. There was almost nothing accidental at Tara.

He is testing the Empire fist's attitude towards this, and the other party is the same. What he said today should be spread to the mountain array soon.

Obviously, the imperial fist hopes to hold up an umbrella for its sub regiment this time. Moreover, according to the previous battle records of the star knights, as a nearly destroyed regiment, it defeated an imperial enemy with a suicide attack. This battle example can easily win the support of the Imperial military community.

At least the new commander-in-chief of the astral army, Moore a. shalil, has publicly said that such victories should be rewarded rather than entangled in side details.

With this in mind, Cleopatra nodded, turned and walked into the dark corridor.