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"Remember Fulgrim?"

The expressions of the Primarchs of the Ultramarines became very elusive at this time, and his throat rolled a few times - as an excellent politician, he is a master of insight into people's hearts, and He Shenyan can be completely heard at this time. There was a smile in his voice.

The problem is that the other party is obviously loyal. So why does he use such a tone when talking about a renegade monster?

"...I remember," Guilliman replied after a moment of silence.

"One week." He Shenyan suddenly threw out a short time noun, and then another bombshell. "My ship will arrive on Terra in a week, with two primarchs. You know both of them well."

Guilliman felt a pain in his teeth, as if someone was dipping a drill under his gums: "If this is a joke, sir..."

"I'm not kidding you, Robert Guilliman. I'm not kidding anyone at a time like this."

He Shenyan calmly interrupted what he was about to say: "I can't explain too much to you, I can't explain too much to you, they are loyal - He also knows this. How exactly, you can wait until you meet. Have a good talk with each other, but that has nothing to do with me, as for now..."

He dropped another bomb: "I'm dying."

In the room, everyone's expressions were different.

Soulless Queen Quan pretended that she didn't hear anything. She had kept her eyes, nose, nose and heart at the moment when He Shenyan appeared, as if she could sense something through his spirit.

Guilliman looked as if he was about to freeze.

Frank still had that calm face, but suddenly clenched his fists. Only Steve raised his eyebrows suspiciously: he didn't believe the mage's nonsense. In his opinion, He Shenyan mostly wanted to observe the reactions of the crowd and scare them by the way, that's all.

He had already experienced the bad taste of mages. As early as when the Avengers Alliance was just founded, He Shenyan had done many absurd things.

Including but not limited to dragging Tony naked from the pile of models and then throwing it on the top of the Stark Building to hang in the cold wind for half an hour, trying to teach the Hulk how to play Spider Solitaire, and at one point the Hulk would not be as long as he was there. Willing to come out. They went to the amusement park to play shooting games with Hawkeye, and the two of them got on the blacklist of sentient beings in Das Mickey Park.

Also, when Sol went bankrupt because of a night in Las Vegas, he was asked to apply for a job at a company that develops electric vehicles to act as a human body charger...

And, Sol did go, and did it so successfully that he even took a stake.

Sure enough, he heard the second half of He Shenyan's words: "To be exact, Commander Trajan's body is about to be unable to support it. You must persist for a week - the demons' offensive will become more and more massive, no People can stay out of it. You have to unite everyone, Guilliman."

The office fell into silence, and He Shenyan left after saying this.

Guilliman rubbed his eyebrows and tried to continue the topic just now: "Frank, do you want to join the ground battlefield? Come here, I will show you the real-time map."

His desk was cracked, revealing the data simulation sand table obtained by remote sensing mapping below - after the so-called high-precision sand table was gone, he could only continue to use the old method. The map is blurry, but the general distribution of the number of enemies and friends on the battlefield is fairly clear.

Guilliman pointed to Shimen Xinggang not far from the palace, and said word by word: "Just now, my second company was dispatched. They encountered an attack by a Tzeentch demon here, and Shortly after the departure of the First Great Company of the Imperial Fists, Cato Sicarius reported to me that the Tzeentch demon was hiding in the body of a Palatine Sentinel Captain, who appeared to be still Conscious."

"That means a lot, Frank. It means that the astral army inside the palace is likely to have been invaded by the Tzeentch demons long ago, and we can't send the Sisters of Silence to the battlefield. Their evil witchcraft is now unmanned. Able to block, all the fortifications started to crumble from the inside..."

Guilliman meant something, and said very gloomily: "If they use our image to attack those truly loyal soldiers, then, this incident is likely to be regarded as a shameful betrayal, so that the More opportunities for people to fish in troubled waters...I believe you haven't forgotten about the Inquisition."

The primarch grinded his teeth, and his voice was filled with undisguised killing intent: "If you really want to join the ground battle, Frank, I want you to go straight to the Inquisition. I need you—"

"—No need." A voice broke into their conversation, and a vague shadow rose from Guilliman's remote sensing mapping sand table, holding the corpse in his hand.

"... Crane?"

Batman nodded silently and threw the corpse in his hand: "I'm in the trial court now, you don't have to be distracted by the affairs here, just send someone over to collect the corpse afterwards."

"What did you do?" Guilliman suddenly had an ominous premonition, which made him not even bother about how Batman placed this communicator in his study for a while.

"Just kill some damn people."

Batman's figure was blurred again for a while, and his voice was very distorted: "I will pass on the specific situation to your personal terminal after the event... They have done some big things without everyone over the years, and in addition , I personally advise you not to send any Sisters of Silence."

"I've read the information you sent, based on the potion I found in the courtroom..." He held up a tube of orange-yellow liquid to the crowd and shook it. "The nuns may be in pain because of a bit of it, and this kind of thing can even increase my psionic power to a certain extent."

"Moreover, it's not just as simple as having a boosting effect on the psionicists. There may be a bigger conspiracy behind it. Let's deal with those demons first, Guilliman, and hand over the Inquisition to me."

"Then the Tribunal will leave you solely responsible."

Batman nodded, and the image disappeared.

Guilliman had nothing to do with it, he narrowed his eyes, and unprecedented anxiety filled his heart - no matter how much he disliked the institution of the Inquisition, he could not deny its importance to the Empire. In an empire full of fanatics and fanatics from top to bottom, the Inquisition is undoubtedly a very important part of it.

Now that this ring is broken, what about the rest?

He suddenly thought of the state religion, of the slain Bardos II and the sacred relics piled up in his room.

Guilliman ended his speculation--this kind of unfounded suspicion is dangerous, he pursed his lips and said to Frank: "I need you to do the decapitation tactics, Frank. The portals in those hives are a little bit. Encroaching on the stability of reality, this means that some more powerful monsters are waiting for the opportunity behind the door. Moreover, the big demons are like cockroaches, when you see one, there are countless hidden ones."

"It's dangerous, how many people do you need?" he asked. Then got an icy answer.

Frank laughed, the first time he laughed so well. As if a wish had finally been granted: "Just tell me where they are, and leave them out of the way."

Guilliman looked at him, before nodding for a while. "...Okay."

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Hanging up the communication, Batman raised his leg, then lowered it gently - with a soft sound, the injection was smashed by him, and the orange-yellow liquid was left on the ground, winding over the corpse lying on the ground. . He used his psychic energy to gather a flame and burned the bodies of these people.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't be so cruel. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that the Inquisition had fallen so far.

This is Holy Terra, the headquarters of the Inquisition under the ice of Antarctica.

'An unbreakable complex', says Guilliman. At this moment, Batman is standing here.

Batman's figure disappeared in place, easily escaping into the shadows. If it is not necessary, he generally does not adopt the strategy of appearing directly in front of the enemy to attack, and spreading fear to the enemy is his first choice. And these degenerate idiots who don't even know they're falling don't deserve to see his true face.

He just felt terrible.

The organizational structure of the Tribunal is very special, with many branches, neither a formal hierarchy nor centralized leadership. An Inquisitor may join multiple Inquisition branches at the same time, and some Inquisitors refuse to join any branch. Of course, there are three branches of the Tribunal today.

The Order of the Holy Hammer, dedicated to destroying the threat of demons and investigating the nature of demons.

The Order of Foreigners, responsible for dealing with external threats to the Imperium of Mankind. They are responsible for investigating all alien conspiracies.

The Rebellion Order, the Inquisitor Bonavia who worked with Frank for a long time came from this branch. Dedicated to dealing with threats within the Empire - they basically take care of everything.

In general, however, any inquisitor has the right and duty to look into matters related to psykers. But that doesn't explain why there are so many defectors at the Inquisition's headquarters.

Still need to investigate...

He disappears into the Inquisition headquarters full of dead people, and will make more killings until he digs out the information he wants from the city-sized building.

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Withdrawing the mental tentacles that communicated with Guilliman, He Shenyan let out a weary sigh.

This exhaustion did not come from him, but from Trajan. Possessing on other people's bodies naturally also bears part of the price. On the contrary, his use of psionic energy at all costs will also cause Trajan's body to bear the price.

...Considering what he had done, He Shenyan knew that Trajan was dying.

The commander of the Imperial Guard was not ignorant of this, but He Shenyan could sense his disregard for death.

He also knew very well what the Custodian Commander was thinking, so he didn't say anything, just folded his hands - Trajan could die generously, and even regard it as an honor, but he couldn't.

"Commander Trajan, let me tell you in advance."

With his voice, in an instant, the entire Terra was poured into Trajan's consciousness by some means: "...I really hate others to sacrifice for me."

The golden light appeared.

Trajan's consciousness fell into confusion, and some fog came from out of nowhere, covering his eyes, so that he could only see darkness. In this darkness that made him feel at ease and addicted, the commander of the Imperial Army slowly fell into a deep sleep.

He Shenyan stretched out his hand and held Trajan's body. He has left the other party's body and lost his power, Tula is really fast into death, and he can't roam here for too long in a soul condition, the threat of warp space should not be underestimated.

Before he leaves, he has two more things to do.

"the first thing......"

The mage's seemingly ethereal voice sounded above the sky, almost whispering, and only one person in the entire Terra could hear his voice. And that person also acquiesced in his approach.

"Trajan Valloris. You should not stop here, your duty is not over."

"Therefore, you will be born again."

The ethereal voice stopped for a while, and a gentle wind took Trajan's body instead of his hand and led him to the Golden Throne. Borrowing and returning... He Shenyan suddenly thought of the word, and his anachronistic sense of humor made him laugh again.

As for the second thing.

He lowered his head, but his field of vision floated up, and in an instant he 'saw' the entire scenery of Terra. See everyone fighting, mortal soldiers, imperial knights, Astartes, and even some brave civilians - everyone, from top to bottom, all over Terra. From Australia, a desolate country with nothing but pitch-black metal, to the giant hive at the foot of the Royal Palace.

Fight for survival, fight for justice, fight for victory... Fight for Holy Terra.

At this moment, they all heard a voice.

"I bless you, the people of Terra. You will be full of courage—"

A soldier who couldn't move because he witnessed the demon army's rational shock suddenly found that his hands were no longer trembling.

"—your swords will always be sharp and indestructible."

Lysander, the company commander of the Imperial Fist's first Dalian company, couldn't tell how he felt at this moment. After this sentence, his power sword broke through the breastplate of the blood reaper who had been fighting him for a long time, and cut it in half in one go.

He raised his head and stared at the golden figure in the sky with his brother.

"—nothing evil can harm your souls! I bless you! People of Terra, stand up, put down prayers, put down useless petitions! There is only one way for you to win!"

A preacher who was kneeling and praying stood up tremblingly, muttering to himself: "I begged him for relief, but he taught me to clench my fists..."

"Go fight!" he growled. "Fight! Expel evil!"