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Insel raised his hand, the spear of the sea gleaming in his hand. The Chapter Master threw it fiercely, and the incomparable sharpness penetrated the body of a bloodletter in an instant. It continued to pierce unabated, and the body with the thing continued to pierce three demons in a row before it stopped.

Without Insel to say anything, the combat brothers in the regiment who were in charge of fire support immediately sent them back to the dirty warp with a salvo.

"How far is it from the palace?" Insel asked.

His adjutant, Fias, answered him with a speechless voice, which was used because his vocal cords were completely destroyed in a battle, and he had to rely on this kind of thing to speak in his place.

"We needed to cross the Bridge of Mercy, but according to the Vengeance's live map, it was blown up by the defenders two days ago."

"This is not good news, we don't have a flying vehicle." Insel looked up at the sky, and the Deep Destruction had disappeared, it should be killing elsewhere in Terra. This was a pity for the Chapter Master, who had hoped that the Deep Destruction would be able to teleport them directly to the palace.

"Find a new way."

The Chapter Master walked ahead, running his iron boots over the devastated corpses of the demons that had been hit by the bombs. According to the plan, they should go directly to support the palace - the Vengeance's scanning function is better than any tactical sandbox he has used, not only can it display the battlefield situation in real time, but even accurately tell them the situation in the palace.

Honestly, it sucks there. Nurgle demons are everywhere, and there is no living person in the entire palace except between the thrones. The source seems to be from the Ministry of Military Affairs. This department has dealt with the Iron Snakes a lot in the past. Frankly speaking, Insel has a good impression of them - give everything you want, can you get a bad impression?

He found a stone and sat down, and the Astartes seemed very relaxed. This was an impossible situation in the past. However, their helmets were able to accurately display whether there were any enemies around them after being transformed by the Vengeance. At this time, the data on the eyepiece told them that there was not a single demon around.

The range of this 'around' is a radius of five hundred meters.

"I've never fought such an easy battle." Incel sighed in a low voice, then glanced out of the corner and saw the priest who swore silence to him was walking slowly. The Chapter Master's expression immediately turned serious. It wasn't that he didn't like seeing the brother, but that after he swore he wouldn't speak again, communicating with him became quite a pain in the ass.

Sure enough, the priest took out a small piece of kraft paper from his waist after approaching. Insel's expression became more painful. He didn't understand why the priest was reluctant to use a convenient and fast portable terminal instead of sticking to handwriting.

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A minute later, the priest erected the vellum in his hand.

"I hope to join the first team to fight."

Insel raised his head and said: "We have discussed this issue many times, and the establishment of the first team is already full. Ten people are a team, this is the tradition of the chapter at the beginning of its establishment, and it cannot be changed. Priest, I hope you can understand."

The priest nodded quietly, then resumed writing. This time, he wrote for a full five minutes. Insel looked away and nodded slightly to Fias beside him, hoping that he would come over to replace him. However, his adjutant turned his head away after noticing his gaze.

......damn it.

The pastor held up the kraft paper, and Insel read his long speech about why he joined the first team, forcing his temper to read it word by word - then, he shook his head again: "You There will be redemption, pastor, but not now."

The priest nodded, then put away the kraft paper and left. He didn't look very disappointed, as if he had already known this would end.

After watching him leave, Fias came over.

With the meaningful eyes of Insel, he said calmly with the speaker: "The Vengeance has given a new route, we can wait in place for a while. His Royal Highness Guilliman is approaching here, and the warriors of the parent group. them."

This is big news.

Insel stood up from the stone in a flash.

The Iron Snakes are a subgroup of the Ultramarines when they were founded for the second time. The founder, Sol Damocles, is an old figure in the Ultramarines. He served as the sixth company commander of the Ultramarines Legion during the Horus Heresy. Although the Iron Snakes had not dealt much with the parent group in the following years, but now the Primarch is face to face.

Primarch!

There was no need for him to say more. After the Vengeance projected the current target into their eyepieces, the 400 monks of the Iron Snakes lined up immediately and waited patiently for the meeting with the Gene Father.

It didn't take long for the figures on the combat motorcycles to set off smoke and approach them in a gallop. It was the reconnaissance troop, and a soldier led by them stopped the combat motorcycle in front of them. First, they looked at the Chapter insignia on their right shoulders, then took off their helmets and smiled.

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Batman was standing in the bright laboratory, covered in blood, with the head of a dead bird in his hand. There are colorful feathers all over the place, the light reflecting on them reflects the heart's complex color.

Crane took a breath and threw off the bird's head attached to the crest - this thing was completely beyond his imagination, and he had to splatter with demon blood to solve this thing.

At this point, the truth of the matter is almost clear, but there are still a few doubts that need to be resolved. Crane found a fairly clean corner and sat down, thinking about it.

A branch of the Inquisition was bewitched by the Tzeentch demons, allowing them to carry out such experiments in secret. At first it was probably just to counter the Sisters of Silence - the untouchables are just as dangerous to mortals, and at first the Inquisitors of this branch may have felt like they were just working on a way to give others a chance to fight back in the event of a betrayal by the Sisters of Silence. 's medicine.

Unfortunately, they suddenly didn't know that they were facing Tzeentch's demon. This potion does give humans the ability to resist when facing the Silent Sisters, but the Silent Sisters have never betrayed them. To start making a fuss behind the scenes just for the sake of a possibility made Crane think of himself.

He showed a wry smile, is the empire asking for trouble? The fundamental reason for the establishment of the Inquisition is destined that they will make such a choice one day... It is not surprising that Tzeentch is in this place. But the real question is, how many years has the Tribunal's headquarters been established?

Crane suddenly realized the problem, and a creepy feeling climbed his back: the Inquisition had been established thousands of years ago, and its founder was Malcador the Mageweave. At that time, the organization was absolutely pure... but the headquarters of the Inquisition was another matter, if he could find out when the headquarters of the Inquisition was established, then, he would be able to know that the trial When did the court begin to fall.

This is critical, and many lives are at stake. If this matter is not found out, the great purges launched after the war are bound to take the lives of many innocent people, and their names will even be inscribed on the pillar of shame. This is undoubtedly a major blow to those who are truly loyal.

After resting for a while, I cleared my mind. Crane stood up and left here as a shadow. He left behind a force to protect this laboratory, and everything here will become evidence to prove the sins of some people.

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