The vast majority of Earth's inhabitants endure the most terrible poverty, and their greatest hope is that one of their children can enter the Earth Church and become a glorious and pious acolyte, the lowest level of status in the Church.
The price of 1 square meter of land on Earth is more valuable than a palace in any hive world. Only the richest people can own a small piece of land.
However, on the other side of poverty and filth, there are the imperial administrative and state religious institutions, the magnificent palaces and the majestic and sacred temples.
As a vast empire spanning the galaxy, the Imperium of Mankind possesses a complex and complex political system. After the Emperor ascended to the Golden Throne, the Lords of Terra became the leaders at the top of this system. Each Lord of Terra represents a major institution of the Empire under their leadership, and the Terran Council consists of nine Lords:
Chairman of the Imperial Executive Council, Pope of the Imperial State Religion, Chief Inspector of the Adeptus Mechanicus, Chief of the Imperial Law Department, Imperial Navigator's Envoy, Chairman of the Astronomican Academy, Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, Chairman of the Astronomican Academy, and representative of the Inquisition.
The Terra Lords' Council has a total of twelve seats. In addition to the nine permanent seats, there are three seats that will rotate among the leaders of the following major forces. They are:
Commander-in-Chief of the Solar Realm, Supreme Commander of the Imperial Guard, Supreme Admiral of the Imperial Navy, Cardinal of the Terra Diocese, Grand Master of the Imperial Sisters, Commander of the Emperor's Guards, Representative of the Imperial Space Marines, Spokesperson of the Imperial Chamber of Commerce.
However, today, a shocking piece of news directly alarmed the entire Terra Lords Council!
We have no enemies. The opponents we see on the battlefield are merely the embodiment of weaknesses we must overcome. They are our own doubts, fears, and despair. Every battle is fought within us. Conquer our inner battlefield, and our enemies, along with their illusions, will vanish! I am Rogal Dorn, Primarch of the VII Legion, the Imperial Fists. I have returned! Bringing with me the hope of chasing the light! I have returned!
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