I write apocrypha in Warhammer

The little man in the robe is also known as the watcher in the dark.

They are small, robed humanoids with mysterious origins.

It is said that long before the Emperor came to Caliban, the home planet of the Dark Angels, the little men in robes were already living here, and fought tirelessly against the creations of Chaos on the planet.

The little man in the robe has incredible power and seems to be immune to any form of attack. He usually comes and goes without a trace, and can shuttle freely between the dimensions of reality and illusion. It sounds very dreamy (yì) and fantasy (duān). .

The Dark Angels have special trust in this group of robed villains. It is said that only those who have passed their test are qualified to serve as the Supreme Master, and their recruits will also be sternly told when they join the army not to hinder the robed villains. Any action taken and those who ignore the warnings will soon disappear.

Although there is very little information about the little man in the robe, Wei Mu didn't find anything in the black library. He was probably placed in the core area of ​​the library by Xi Lego. His current membership level is not enough to read, but there are two points. The intelligence can currently be confirmed - they are the mortal enemies of Chaos, and they have no conflict with humans.

Under these conditions, he is a standard good anti-chaos comrade.

The reason why the little man in the robe helped Wei Mu suppress the anger of the Dark Angel was to evaluate his ability to cause trouble for Chaos.

Fortunately, the Dark Angels attach great importance to the opinions of the little man in the robe, otherwise in Wei Mu's case, he would have been killed eight hundred times by this group of evil people full of secrets.

Although Wei Mu managed to save his life for the time being, he still had to pass a level before he could completely escape the predicament.

The reason why Azrael is holding such a public trial now is most likely to kill Wei Mu without leaving the villain in the robe with nothing to say.

Today I dare to write about humans actively invading the warp, and tomorrow I dare to write about the Emperor climbing into Slaanesh's bed.

A heresy like this that arranges apocrypha at will is a waste of air. How can it be a help to the empire?

So in about half an hour, the Dark Angel's open court was set up.

Under the custody of recruit Moore, Wei Mu was taken to the dock of the court.

Looking over, this court actually looks pretty good. Except for the plaintiff and the onlookers, who are Dark Angels, other positions such as judge and jury are actually made up of mortals.

Isn’t it said that the administrative efficiency of the empire is extremely low? The court was held before I could even organize the language?

This group of secret people definitely came prepared.

But Wei Mu didn't panic at all.

He even deliberately showed his chest to the people present, and the word "loyalty" on it was particularly eye-catching.

The result of this was that the blood pressure of all the Dark Angels present soared, and even the mobile armor on them issued a danger warning.

"Quiet!" The judge on the stage knocked the hammer to signal the restless Dark Angels to calm down. "Let the plaintiff speak first!"

So the Dark Angel Azrael, the Guardian of Truth, who was sitting on the plaintiff's table, stood up: "There is no doubt that the defendant has committed serious heresy. The book in my hand is the evidence, and it is full of a lot of blasphemies. "

The book in Azrael's hand was found from Wei Mu's house. From a distance, it looked like his early work, called "The Restoration of the Empire."

"You may not realize how heretical the statements in this book are, but now let me read out a short paragraph from it."

The Chapter Leader cleared his throat, and then read a passage from the book:

Finally, Robert Guilliman made a decision.

He gathered the best psykers in the Chapter and performed the taboo ritual.

Call upon the spirits of the long-dead Ancient Terra sages and seek their wisdom and strength.

By the Emperor's blessing, the ceremony was conducted with great success.

A human spirit from the past was summoned to Guilliman.

There is no doubt that the spirit was a mortal in life.

He was less than half the height of Guilliman, a little old, and wore a black robe, with no hair, and many circular scars on his top. He looked like some kind of monk.

Guilliman stared at the spirit body, as if he wanted to directly see through the other person's identity.

The original body possesses unparalleled knowledge in the world, but at this moment, he doesn't know whether he has really summoned the existence he wants, or whether the guy in front of him is actually some kind of demon, here to make a fuss with him.

Guilliman's eyes are like torches, and even the bravest warrior dare not look directly into them.

Yet those who are called take this in stride.

"A heroic spirit from the past, I am Robert Guilliman, Lord of the Ultramarines, Regent of the Empire of Man, and the last loyal heir of the Emperor of Terra. Now, I order you to state your name."

The spirit was not intimidated by Guilliman's cumbersome nickname and huge body, but smiled at the corner of his mouth - a smile Guilliman had seen countless times before, it was the joy that would appear when the conspirator's attempt succeeded. Crazy.

"The poor monk Yao Guangxiao came here specially to give His Highness the Regent a white hat to wear."

"Come on, come on, please explain to the defendant, what does it mean to put a white hat on the regent?"

Azrael demanded sharply.

The king wears a white hat, isn't that what the emperor means?

To actually write such a plot that clearly instigates the regent to rebel, what a heinous act!

The eyes of everyone present suddenly became hot, as if they wanted to cut Wei Mu into pieces.

Being stared at by so many hostile eyes, no matter how thick-skinned Wei Mu was, he felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

"Well, this...if I say that this is a huge temptation from the outside world to highlight the noble sentiments of the Regent, such a sophistry is wrong. It is an explanation. Will you believe this explanation?"

he tried.

As a result, the next second, the sound of a bolt gun being loaded rang out throughout the hall.

I believe you, damn heretic.

When Wei Mu saw this, he shouted loudly: "Wait a minute, I have something to say!"

The judge presided over: "Please let the defendant speak."

"Please let them calm down first. I'm a little stressed. How can onlookers in a regular court threaten them with guns? I protest against this!"

As a result, at this moment, Azrael was the first to speak: "They are just maintaining the guns they carry. As a space warrior, this is a completely reasonable move."

The judge immediately understood after hearing this and said: "Yes, the protest is invalid. Does the defendant have anything else to say?"

Wo Ri, this is too shameless to cover up, is it so difficult to fight in an away game?

Seeing that the protest was ineffective, Wei Mu had no choice but to forcefully hypnotize himself, treating the guys below as a bunch of carrots and cabbages.

What he said next was crucial, as it directly determined whether he would be supported by the Dark Angels as a master, or whether he would receive a peanut from them.

Wei Mu took a deep breath and tried to calm down, then slowly said: "I want to defend myself. Everything I do is to fight the invading enemies for the empire."

“Back then, the Star God Deceiver could deceive the Terror of the Dead out of their underpants, the Laughing God Silegor could fool the Star Gods into killing each other, and the Evil God Tzeentch could also make the two wise men Skarbrand and Magnus jump. It can be seen that information warfare is an extremely powerful weapon that can directly influence the entire war situation."

"Although I am just an ordinary coder, I also know the word loyalty well. Even if I am misunderstood by the people I protect, discriminated against by my colleagues, and surrounded by the enemy, I will still give up on anyone else. I will never do it. Hold back even a little bit.”

Wei Mu's words were righteous and awe-inspiring, exuding a heroic spirit of "If I don't go to hell, who will?" If everyone present hadn't heard his anti-letter before, I'm afraid they would all think that this was a noble man. A sentimental person, a person who is free from vulgar taste.

A mere heretic, in broad daylight, in full view of the public, dares to speak so brazenly and falsely claim to be loyal. It is simply a shameless blasphemy against this noble church and a serious slander against thousands of soldiers of the empire.

"I admit that you are indeed a good talker." Azrael looked at Wei Mu expressionlessly, "But loyalty does not rely on words, but on doing the facts. You have said so much, but in fact How much contribution have you made to the empire?"

"Uh, this is it"

"What, you can't make it up? If you can't make it up, go down early and you can choose a peanut of your choice."

"Who are you looking down on? I am a person who has done great things. I am just thinking about how to explain it so that you can understand the whole story."

Wei Mu scratched his head in confusion.

After all, he really broke the news at that time.