Warhammer Inquisitor

  Chapter 22 Frontiers of Empire: Closer to the Truth

  The factories of the human empire usually have one characteristic, which is simply one word, big, and huge.

  Each factory is almost a small city, with huge boilers and casting production lines extending around.

  Under the giant man-made metal vault, the roar of machinery and the knocking of spindles echo forever, echoing endlessly in the huge workshops, corridors and halls of the factory, sending countless human creations down the conveyor belt over the years.

   It's not surprising, is it? Even if it is a civilian equipment factory, considering the huge population and territory base of the empire today, even if the entire planet is transformed into the foundry world of Mechanicus, it is still not enough, let alone the military production capacity needed for the eternal war in the dark galaxy up.

   Furthermore, considering the wars spreading across the galaxy, countless production capacities are being destroyed all the time, planets are turned into seas of flames, and the foundries on them are also saying goodbye to the empire.

Therefore, the administrative department of the empire, the Mechanicum and the military affairs department will always find various ways to make up for it. In the case of the lack of production capacity of the legal empire factory, under the consideration of the "great" empire managers, so many nests like this With Nakatsu being controlled by gangsters, "illegal factories" became a valuable substitute.

But what is outrageous is that, in fact, the factories in the empire's nest actually provide the gangsters with the vast majority of income, and rely on violent means to manage and squeeze workers, so that many gang leaders have transformed into empires. member of the dignitary.

   Well, it seems that those imperial dignitaries entered this circle in the same way. Oh, the empire is as familiar as ever.

   But once upon a time, a sage of ancient Terra said that where there is oppression, there is resistance, and that is clearly true here.

Workers walked on the lower floor of the factory. Among the foundry workshops that had been silent for an unknown number of years, black and gray machines stood quietly in the turbid darkness on both sides. These machine souls were waiting to be released after a long sleep. wake.

   But these workers did not come to awaken the machine soul, but to participate in a rally, a belief rally between the underground corridors of the hammer factory.

  These workers walked through the long corridor leading to the end, and a group of people came to the arch at the other end, and dozens of workers carrying kinetic energy rifles and laser guns stopped them.

These arms are supported by yellow armbands depicting a pair of coiled snakes, "Who are you?" "A soul, lost soul." "Why have you come here?" "Hear the truth." "Why listen ?” “In order to embark on the path of redemption.”

  The two workers embraced each other, and the man with the gun on his back motioned to get out of the way, "Go in, my brother, may the Lord of Redemption bless you." "May He bless you too, brother."

After they entered the arch, a large number of workers had already gathered in the huge underground space, some with guns on their backs, and some with short knives or metal sticks. They all gathered here to greet and greet each other. Hug, and decorate every corner with praising poems and blessing candles.

  This dark underground "chapel" is illuminated by thousands of candles, and the orange-red blessing paper candle prints reflect a little bit of light.

The believers gathered here, and when the bell rang, they all looked up. Thousands of eyes looked at the other end of the steam pipe and the hydraulic transmission shaft. On the podium where the foreman would give orders in the past, a A missionary in a gray robe with a glittering silver chain around his neck came up.

   There are many priests around him, also wearing gray robes, hiding their faces under the cloak.

  The missionary took off his hood, and he stood before the crowd and shouted loudly, "Brothers of faith! You have heard the voice of the gods!"

  The missionary shouted, his voice was so loud that it could be continuously transmitted, reverberated and expanded in the closed metal space without any amplification equipment.

   "You have seen the way of salvation, tell me! Have you seen the great beyond?! Have you seen the great dawn of no more suffering?!"

  The audience in the audience erupted in wild cheers, and they yelled with a hysterical reaction of excitement, just like a typical religious madman.

"My brothers and I are very honored to be here, with our humble bodies, to spread the light of salvation to this dark corner! But don't worry, brothers, the Lord of Redemption has arrived! I am at the edge of the universe His voice has been heard! His redemption, his brilliance and his hope will return to this dark corner!"

  Red smoke began to diffuse here. The silent priests opened the air tanks one by one, and a huge amount of pink dust was ejected from the air valves. The active dust almost filled the entire hall in the blink of an eye.

There was another round of cheers, the workers shouted hysterically, their faces were covered with pink dust, their eyes were bloodshot, countless muzzles and weapons were raised high, forming a turbulent ocean with countless arms .

"There will be no more suffering! There will be no more jealousy! We will finally embark on a great rise! And now, in order to welcome the Redeemer and His angels, you should take back what belongs to you and dedicate everything to Great Lord, because only in this way can you obtain true salvation!"

   "Go! Take the factory, use your weapons and beliefs to take the factory, and kill those greedy and pathetic heretics! Take it all for the Lord of Redemption!"

Mosley, of course it was him, he shouted, pointing his fingers under the voluminous robe to the countless entrances and exits, a roar broke out among the workers, almost like a beast's roar, they rushed towards the After opening various entrances and exits, thousands of guns and blunt objects were struck together, and the sound of gunshots, percussion, and footsteps shaking the earth echoed.

Mosley turned around and looked at the silent priests, "Go, my family brothers, only leave our young religious brothers to open the underground passage with me, and everyone else, for the sake of redemption Lord, offer up the kill."

   Those priests who were taller than ordinary people and with a strong physique nodded slightly. They walked towards the entrances and exits, and walked towards the killing field without any weapons, or... They themselves were weapons, terrifying weapons of faith.

  Mosley and the two pastors who stayed at the scene nodded to each other, and then walked to the passage behind the podium.

Gunshots and shouts of killing soon sounded overhead. Mosley walked in the tunnel, smiling with satisfaction. Everything was as he expected. The army of his faith would take the factory, and with the help of his family brothers, they would Take it all before that pompous and arrogant idiot Vito.

  He'll prove it, only to himself, Mosley! The listeners of the gods' words and their voters, only he can lead everyone to the road of salvation, and finally get the first and greatest salvation before the gods!

With the excitement that made him tremble all over, Mosley came to a gate, and he gave a slight nod to the young priest, who walked to the side of the air valve, and with his companions, he used great strength Turn that turntable up.

Accompanied by the rotation of the red metal valve, rapid negative-pressure gas is ejected from the exhaust port, and the heavy mechanical lock begins to move in front of Mosley's eyes. With a burst of roar and noise, the ancient metal door in front of him slowly opens One side slides away, opening access to this unknown underground tunnel.

  Mosley walked out of the gate with a sarcastic smile on his face. He had expected Vito and his ungodly subordinates to wait here for a long time, but the reality was completely different, or quite the opposite.

  Mosley looked around the underground passage with great difference. There was no one between the barriers, and the empty tunnel was silent. It seemed to be a completely dead space.

The great missionary turned his head and looked at the two priests who were equally astonished, but their doubts were quickly dispelled. Applause echoed in the tunnel, and a man came out with that iconic expression on his face. Smile.

"Very punctual, Mosley, very punctual." Vito said with a smile, standing in front of the tunnel, Mosley angrily walked deep into the tunnel, and went straight to Vito, "Where are your people? The Lord of Redemption is here Go! My disciples are fighting **** battle above! Send your men to help them!"

   "Don't worry, they will go, but there is a small discrepancy in the plan, and I haven't had time to tell you." "Small discrepancy? What discrepancy?"

  Vito smiled slightly and snapped his fingers, "This."

  Suddenly, another figure appeared from the dark corner behind Mosley. The slender figure held a shotgun and shot twice, smashing the head of the young pastor who was following him.

  Mosley was shocked, and turned his head to see the gunman. He was furious when he saw it clearly, with blue veins popping up on his head, "Silver snake! Vito! What are you planning to do?!"

  Vito smiled and shrugged slightly, "I prepared a list of losses. Look, there is a name on the list of those who died in the battle of the factory, the Great Missionary Mosley."

  Mosley understood, he roared, a beast-like voice sounded from his throat, "Traitor! Shameful betrayal! I will kill you!"

  Before Mosley finished speaking, the whole person rushed over. The speed was so fast that it was hard to see his steps. He rushed in front of Vito very quickly, and he raised his palm! It's paws!

His entire fingers became extremely slender and sharp at some point, completely in the form of mutated claws. He grabbed Vito's neck, but at this moment, Vito suddenly reacted with impossibly fast speed and strength, A punch landed on his jaw.

Mosley was sent flying and hit the wall on one side. After he landed, he roared and rushed towards Vito. This time, the latter turned around quickly and avoided Mosley's culling. Turning around, he kicked the missionary's face with his silver-studded combat boots, and a few teeth shattered and flew out.

   No, it was prostrate on the ground, he yelled in an inhuman voice, and that face also began to look less like a human figure, but a distorted face like a chaotic mutation.

  Vito frowned, and just a few milliseconds after he was thinking about what kind of mutation this was, Mosley suddenly turned his head, looked at the silver snake, and then roared and galloped over.

  Silver Snake was startled and picked up the shotgun and fired continuously, but obviously, the Silver Snake without accessories couldn't hit such a high-speed moving target, and all three shots went wrong.

  Mosley swooped up and down, knocked the shotgun flying, and then tore the fixing belt of the silver snake's face mask with his sharp claws. The leather strap was torn instantly, and the mask flew out.

  Almost immediately, the silver snake began to cough violently. She held her neck and was struggling to breathe, but Mosley didn't stop because of this. He threw the silver snake to the ground and grabbed her arm with its giant claws.

  The mutant roared, and his claws began to shrink in size. The beautiful female bartender screamed. She looked at her arm, and bone conduction allowed her to hear and feel the sound of bones breaking.

   But her voice quickly choked as she struggled to breathe, her eyes became cloudy and bloodshot, and she coughed violently and felt pain.

  Mosley raised a paw, pointed his sharp teeth at the silver snake's throat, "Die! Bitch!"

"You should be the one to die, remember?" A voice said from behind, but before Mosley could turn his head, the back of his head was grabbed at once, since Vito threw him over the shoulder with one hand on the ground.

  The concrete floor cracked instantly. Not only that, a violent electric current shot out from Vito's palm, and Mosley screamed and screamed hysterically, his limbs twitched and howled continuously.

Lightning bounced continuously on the ground around him, Vito glared at the mutant in front of him, raised his other fist and hit him in the face like a cannonball, and his head hit the ground like a cannonball, directly A small shallow pit was smashed out, and then passed out completely.

  Vito didn't stop, and immediately turned around, grabbed the breathing mask on the ground, came to Silver Snake, and put it back on Silver Snake's face. In an instant, the breathing valve started to work and she could no longer cough and breathe.

  She pressed the breathing valve with her only remaining hand, and sat up with Vito's support. She leaned weakly on Vito's chest, and her right hand fell limply to the side.

  Vito cursed in a low voice, and suddenly heard the sound of metal footsteps hitting the ground. He quickly pulled out his bolt gun and pointed it at the source of the sound, the one in the red robe.

   "Vito, she needs treatment." The mechanical voice said, "Nonsense, I can see that since you are here, can't you come to help? Omega."

The mechanical sage's eyes flashed with data luster, and behind him were several weapons, especially one of the mechanical hands was still stained with blood, the sage put those arms under the robe, and then another mechanical hand poked It came out, with an injection on it.

   "Behind the arch, there were obviously people looking for from the factory, Mosley missionaries, they, coming from inside the factory, I stopped them."

  Omega squatted down and punched the syringe into Silver Snake's arm. The painful expression gradually calmed down, and there was a slight crisp sound in the arm.

  Vito raised his eyebrows slightly, "Mandela potion? Bell asked you to bring it?" "Correct, Bell thinks that with your characteristic style of acting, you will need field medical treatment, so let me bring it."

  Omega's eyes scanned the silver snake, and then stood up, "She will be fine, the Mandela potion has begun to take effect, and her bones will recover within a week. Praise the Emperor and Omnissiah."

Vito sighed, and picked up Silver Snake, who cursed in a low voice, obviously the effect of the pain was still there, Vito smiled wryly, "This date is not good." "It can be seen. "

  Silver Snake also smiled wryly, leaning his head in Vito's arms, "Go back, I need a drink." "Me too, by the way, I have some questions to ask Mosley, Omega, help me carry him away."

   As he spoke, Vito turned his head and looked at the priest's corpse in the distance, "We are dealing with them."

The mechanical sage stretched out his mechanical arms from under his robe, and one of them sprayed flames, instantly igniting the two corpses, and the other hands dragged Mosley, who had grown in size, to follow Vito, A group of people disappeared in the tunnel.

  (end of this chapter)