Warhammer Inquisitor

  Chapter 25 Imperial Frontier: Undercover and Undercover

  In the event hall outside the monastery, there was laughter and laughter. All the people gathered here. The priests, monks, medical staff, frontline soldiers and many believers of the Devotional Church gathered here. I have to say that everyone is in a pretty good mood today.

Laughter and hymns echoed throughout the hall, the smell of wine and scarlet permeated the hall, everyone was singing or laughing in unison, even those monks who usually had a dead face He laughed happily, and the warm atmosphere set off everything here.

Marshall leaned against the porch, watching the celebrations of the men and women in the hall. Although they looked a little crazy, they should be happy. After all, after taking down the hammer factory, they are closer to the "Great Holy War" and "Final Salvation" Many, so yes, everyone is having fun.

He himself almost died there in the factory war. Although Mosley's fanatical believers, although their fighting will and courage are commendable, they obviously don't understand any tactical concepts. The random beating seemed to be the result of inhaling a lot of scarletin just now.

And Marshall was almost shot by some fanatical idiot, probably because Marshall was dressed neatly, with clean armor and clothes, so in the eyes of those lunatics, it probably looked like, "It looks like a heretic in the nest "That kind of look.

  Marshall sighed melancholy, folded his arms and looked at the shining golden icon of the Lord of Redemption, but suddenly a person appeared beside him, silently and suddenly.

He turned his head to look at the man in surprise, and then turned his head again, "Where did you go? Vito, you missed a lot of good things." "Deal with some problems, I hope I didn't miss too much." "Also Fortunately, apart from Henry's victory speech and the poor religious proclamations of the priests, yes, there is nothing to miss."

  Vito smiled, and watched a happy believer come up, holding a pot of crimson incense burner with dust, "Two brothers! Come! This is the best holy dust we have reserved for you!"

   "Praise your great achievements, Brother Vito!" The man said excitedly, Vito smiled and took the censer and looked around, "Where is Brother Mosley? Did he come out to say a few words?"

   "No, he's not here, I don't know where he went, and no one has seen him, but I believe he must have something important!" The believer said affirmatively, and then handed another censer to Marshall.

  The latter looked at Vito with differences, and the latter shrugged slightly, put the pipe on the incense burner into his mouth, took a strong breath, and then returned it to the believer after a moment of silence.

Then the fanatical believer handed it to Marshall with a smile, and the latter naturally took two sips. The believer's eyes were red, and he laughed like a lunatic and took a sip himself, "Did you hear that? God Satisfied! They were laughing! Praising our victory!"

"Of course, of course, brother, continue to celebrate, and may the Emperor guide you." Vito patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and the latter froze for a moment, but also smiled awkwardly, "Then I won't bother the big man You! May the Redeemer bless you."

  The believer walked away, and Vito slightly turned his head to signal Marshall to follow, and the latter also nodded slightly and followed Vito out of the event hall.

But they didn't stop, but walked straight through the long silent hall, the sound of joyful celebration gradually disappeared at the far end, as if they were far away in another world, and the bright lights gradually faded Lost color, gradually turned into a monotonous cold tone.

   There was no one in the silent corridor of the monastery, only the cold light shot from the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side, and the light projected onto the statues, outlining the outlines of the dead objects, making this place even more like a cemetery of time.

Vito leaned against a statue. It was an image of the Star Guard holding a spear with a flying banner in his right hand and a laser gun in his left. The banner was slowly fluttering behind him, and his expression seemed to announce a Victory in the great war.

  But unlike the statues in other parts of the empire, all the elements of the empire on this statue have not been erased. The imperial sky eagle, the emblem and rank of the astral army have all been erased.

  Marshall watched Vito realize something was wrong, he was not maintaining that typical ironic smile, but completely cold-faced, just like those monks.

   "What's the matter? Vito, what happened?" "Well, it's time for a showdown, Marshall. I know you are an undercover agent sent by the last nest. If I guess correctly, the Arbitrator sent you here?"

Marshall was stunned, then he frowned and looked hesitant, "What are you talking about?" "Come on, you won't be as crazy as they are after taking scarletin, that means you and I have filter lungs, which can remove harmful gases Filter out so we are all unaffected, and that guarantees that your spirit will not be affected and turn into a religious lunatic like them."

"And I can see that you don't believe in religion at all, and you don't even have much interest in the emperor, and you don't have much desire, so yes, I know you are an undercover agent." "Plus your marksmanship, don't try to give me perfunctory, Marshall, your marksmanship is obviously from a sniper background, and you are a long-range sniper, you have fought and served in open terrain for a long time, this is not an environment that the nest can provide."

   Marshall frowned, and slowly put his hand on the holster, while Vito smiled jokingly and waved his hand slightly, "Don't worry, I won't report you, in fact, I'm also an undercover agent."

"What?" Marshall asked, but still pretending to be calm, Vito put his arms around his arms with a sarcasm smile, "I am also from the empire, let me tell you first, I am not a member of a noble family in the last nest, let alone been were forced into exile here."

Marshall looked Vito up and down, but still did not remove his hands from the holster, Vito smiled and folded his arms, "Guess a riddle, guess who will come to this section from the other side of the galaxy, there are many mysteries in his body, like Engage in some intrigue and meddling in local affairs?"

   "Traitor?" "No." "Tzeentch followers?" "The Emperor, can't you think of a career that doesn't need to be shot down?"

  Marshall looked at Vito's helpless expression, and then his eyes gradually widened. He immediately removed his hand from the holster, and stood at attention almost immediately.

"My lord judge!" he said in surprise, and Vito patted him on the shoulder with a joking smile, "I guessed it right this time, let me introduce myself, I am the judge of the Inquisition Order, by the way One sentence, my name is not a pseudonym, what about yours?" "No, my lord, at least the name is not." "Very good."

   "Let me introduce myself again, my friend." Vito said with a smile, and Marshall nodded solemnly, "Lieutenant Marshall Kopps, a law enforcement officer who belongs to the Victoria Galaxy Department of Justice."

   "Have you served in the Star Militia Army, right?" "Yes, my lord, the 758th Regiment of Cadia, I participated in the Victoria counter-insurgency campaign, and was seconded by the Ministry of Justice to serve."

   "Counter-insurgency campaign? Did the pious do it last time?" "No, my lord, they are Chaos cultists."

  Vito's expression was a bit weird, but he quickly laughed out and rubbed his neck, "Well, it's really lively here."

   As he spoke, he walked to another statue, and he looked up at the angel statue, "I was sent by the Grand Inquisitor of Highgate, and we received a star message from Victoria, so I went undercover first."

   "Did you find anything? Your lord judge." "Yes, it's very important news, so I need to meet with your superior, and as soon as possible, the sooner the better."

The judge looked at the painting on the wall with his hands behind his back. It was a mosaic picture of imperial soldiers fighting some kind of imperial enemy. But it can still be seen.

   "Tell the Grand Arbiter that a threat, a huge threat, is emerging from the other side of the galaxy, and I must meet with him as soon as possible to resolve the current thorny issue."

  Vito turned around and looked at Marshall seriously, "Lieutenant, pass the news as soon as possible, understand?" "Understood."

  He walked up to Marshall, suddenly turned his head to look at the end of the empty corridor, stared at the deep nothingness for a while before turning his head, he whispered.

   "There are heretics and traitors on the upper floors of Victoria Hive Capital, and they are in high positions. You must keep the secrets and ensure that only the Grand Arbiter can get the news."

  Marshall frowned slightly, but he didn't seem surprised, "I know, my lord, we have long suspected that there are traitors among the upper echelons, but we don't know who the traitors are at present. Have you got any news?"

"No, not yet, but I will know soon." Vito said, he patted the empty bolt holster on his waist, he was not carrying a weapon, "Mosley is dead, I and My partner got rid of him and read a lot of important content from his mind, some of which my companions and I will deal with as soon as possible, the arbitrator doesn’t need to worry about it.”

"And now, with the removal of Mosley, an important position has been vacated in the Lower Nest Order, and..." "You will soon be interviewed by the high-level members of the Pious Order, and then you will be promoted, and then you will be able to see clearly their faces."

  Vito smiled appreciatively, looked at the undercover young law enforcement officer in front of him, "Yes, you have a bright future, boy."

  Vito said in the tone of an elderly person, although he does not look a few years older than Marshall, but friends, he is a judge, and generally speaking, their life span will not be as young as they look.

   Especially female Inquisitors, of course, I seriously advise you not to ask about their ages, seriously, don't they just like to eat bolter bullets?

  Marshall also smiled and nodded affirmatively, "I will notify the arbitrator as soon as possible, and I will notify you as soon as possible if there is any new progress, Mr. Judge." "Very good."

  Vito patted him on the shoulder and walked towards the end of the corridor. Marshall thought for a moment and looked at his back, "My lord! What kind of threat will we face?"

"It's very, very tm big, so hurry up!" Vito said and waved his hands, and disappeared into the darkness at the end of the corridor, leaving only Marshall who turned his head to look at Vito and kept looking at it again. A mural, although the mural is well damaged, there are traces of time.

   But there is still a line of High Gothic describing a line of text on it, the name of the great war depicted in the picture.

  The great victory of the Ultramarines, the Battle of Macragge.

  Marshall's expression froze suddenly, and then he took a deep breath. He raised his head and looked at the stalwart statue of the Star Militia Army. More statues will be erected here soon.

  If the planet was still alive at that time.

  (end of this chapter)