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"I don't expect it to end so easily, as the Targaryens haven't returned yet."

Arianto, the one-eyed, icy, emotionless giant, was now writing something on a parchment with a quill pen that was disgustingly small for him.

"Anyway, it is necessary to maintain the purity within the Chapter. We have made deals with aliens, so we are not allowed by the Empire. But we are still useful, although we can't walk in the light of the sun. But we can still serve Imperial service, this is the best reward."

"But we are still sin-bearers, my brother, don't forget that. We must always be vigilant...I'm sure you haven't forgotten that in that great rebellion, our brother was How to turn into a terrifying beast."

After a pause, he started writing again.

"The act of removing the butcher's nail has cost us more than 400 brothers, none of whom survived. But their deaths are meaningful, and we are finally no longer the hated world eaters. , I had hoped to return to the name of the war dog. But the words of the Targaryen brothers put me down."

"I think it is necessary for you to listen to this. He said, the past is gone. The war dog is the war dog of the master of mankind, so let it sleep in history. We are no longer worthy of it. Call ourselves by that name again."

"I need your attention, brother. Although the butcher's nail has been removed, we are still affected by the aftereffects. I am afraid that the impact of that abominable cruel technology on us will last until death, but in any case, The Chapter has set out first. We are heading to the front of the Great Rift, and you must maintain the purity of the Chapter."

"The conscription thing... don't worry, if you do succeed in persuading those politicians to give us a conscription world, I also hope you will be more cautious. We are a group of losers with a humiliating past. To bring them in is tantamount to making our newborn brothers take on sins they didn't need to bear."

"Anyway, the Emperor bless you - I hope I can meet Angron this time, do you remember Maurice's last wish? I promised him I would spit Angron in the face. "

Arianto put down his pen, and a machine servant walked in quickly and took the letter away. The giant stood up, wearing nothing but a simple burlap robe, with rough, inappropriate clothing rubbing against his body. There are horrific scars on the back of his head, as if someone had opened the back of his head and took something out.

"The day of atonement will come soon."

Arianto muttered to himself, looking forward to meeting that damn monster. He will surely leave an indelible mark on it.

Just then, another giant pushed open his door. The other side had a bald head and the same scar on the back of his head. He looked at Arianto and said, "Brother, our crossover engine is not available."

"...We discussed this three days ago, Sergeant Zachley."

Arianto looked at him with some headache: "The big rift is generated, so it will lead to this reason. Not only the crossing engine, but also the star communication can not be used."

Technical Sergeant Zachley was silent for a while, rubbing his bald head and saying, "My memory impairment problem is getting worse and worse, and maybe one day I will forget my name. I applied to be transferred to the Death Company."

"approve."

"Then I'll leave first, Brother Arianto.

"The technical sergeant said dryly: "If there is a fight, be sure to drop me in the most dangerous area." "

"You are indispensable."

The technical sergeant nodded, closed the door for him, and walked away.

Arianto was bitterly speechless, their only tech sergeant turned into a mental patient with impaired memory after removing the butcher's nail. Every now and then I forget something, and it's gotten worse recently. If you forget your conversation with him today, will you forget your name tomorrow?

He didn't know, so he simply accepted Zachley's offer. Better to let a warrior die in battle than to let him forget his name.

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"Orbital bombing works."

The captain calmly commented on the results of the battle in front of them. In front of them, in front of the porthole of the second bridge—outside the window, the entire fragment of the broken planet was showing what they had just done.

After these days of edification, he has been able to maintain a normal face to face these weapons of large firepower that were completely unacceptable in the past. They are the Astral Army, responsible for the offensive on the ground. In the past, this kind of weapon capable of directly destroying a planet was only possessed by the most elite of the Imperial Navy.

He had to admit—damn, it's really cool to smash a planet full of traitors.

"Well done, Captain."

A voice came from behind him, and the captain immediately recognized who it was. He turned around and greeted the Astarte with a smile: "It's not worth mentioning, any soldier can do what we can do after three days of training, Lord Inzikil."

Yin Ziqier smiled: "I remember I said that there is no need to call me an adult anymore - we are already comrades-in-arms."

"I insist, my lord. You can do it, but I can't. I don't want to be approached by the inquisitors who just came aboard."

His words made Yinzekiel frown: "What? Did they trouble you?"

"It's not really looking for trouble, it's just asking me questions," the captain replied. "They want to know when and how we got on the boat. And something about Deep Destruction."

"You answered?"

"I gave them five words." The captain gave a mysterious smile, and Yinzekiel laughed blankly. Of course he knew the way of the Cadians—they were quite good at using vulgar language.

But after laughing, his expression turned serious again: "If they threaten you...you know who to call, Captain."

"I don't think they're fools either, threatening the Cadians on this ship?"

The captain shrugged lightly. "I don't think the Inquisitors would do such a stupid thing."

Yin Qiqier snorted coldly: "Don't underestimate their stupidity. After going through such a battle, they can still interrogate you. This is enough to prove something."

There was a light in his eyes, and Yinzikir turned around: "I'll go talk to them, Captain, you and your soldiers have a good rest. I know the wear and tear of the composite magic cannon on the spiritual power, and the filial piety of the machine soul. The sound must still be echoing in your ears, right?"

Inzikir left quickly, even long trips seem quicker when an Astarte wants to move quickly. What's more, the place where the judges are located is in the center of the second deck. He followed the guidance of the center of the magic circle and came all the way to the rooms of the judges.

There were only seven of them, and the room they were assigned could not be that big. Although the Vengeance is a huge star warship, the owner of this ship is not the rogue trader who sees the Inquisitor's face - they should even live in the warehouse, if Yinzekiel says it.

Because of some little secrets of the Crimson Blades Chapter, he has never had a good face for the Inquisition.

Yin Ziqier came to the door of the room with a blank expression, and the door of the room where his identity was detected opened immediately. Seven Inquisitors were sitting around a table, seemingly discussing something. Seeing his arrival, these people were a little surprised.

After a while, one of the inquisitors said, "This... my lord, is there anything you have come to do with us?"

"I heard that you 'inquired' about a Captain Cadian, is that true?"

"indeed so."

"Very good, you are still honest." Yin Ziqier nodded, the two crimson tears on his face looked so terrifying at this time. "I don't want you to go to him, or anyone else. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

The seven judges glanced at each other, and then, it was the one who spoke: "With all due respect, my lord, we are only conducting routine inquiries. After every battle with traitors, we will ask some Astral Army, I beg your pardon, this is necessary."

"You think they will fall?"

"Never mind that, but we still have to make inquiries, that's our duty."

"Duties?"

Yinzikir smiled: "Your duty is to deal with the enemies of the empire, not to disturb a soldier who has made outstanding contributions to the empire. His contribution to the empire is much greater than yours."

The inquisitor in charge of speaking stood up, and he slowly took off his hat, revealing a neat short black hair. The judge came to him and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Can we go out and talk, my lord?"

Inzikil nodded noncommittally.

They came to the outer bridge, where it was quiet and no one was there. The Inquisitor sighed and said, "I see what you mean, but my comrades... uh, how?"

He scratched his head in distress: "Since they came back from Bandar Star, they have not been normal."

The judge pointed to his own eyes. He originally had dark blue eyes, but at this time he actually brought some little gold. Fragments like golden light are flickering in it: "I mean, they especially want to do something to prove themselves."

"Then restrain your people, Inquisitor."

After a little understanding of the situation, Yin Ziqier calmed down. He nodded to the Inquisitor: "Don't bother anyone anymore, save your energy for the jumping gang to fight—"

"—Jump gang combat?!"

The judge's tone suddenly became sharp, and he said excitedly: "When?! My lord, please give me a word! I'm going to hack those traitors to death!"

He snarled inarticulately: "Kill them all, burn them, I will hang their bodies on the flagpole, damn traitor! Damn heresy!"

Yinzekiel took a step back without a trace, to prevent his saliva from splashing on himself. After the Inquisitor calmed down a little, he said, "It seems that you have a soft spot for melee combat... Inquisitor."

The Inquisitor smiled awkwardly: "No, no, I've never been like this before...just, alas, forget it."

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