Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 193 03.0192: ‘Eisenhorn’s Mantle and the Secret of the Iron Hand’

"You're thinking of the surname Ravenor, aren't you?" The man seemed to be able to read Horatio's mind.

He planned to follow his spiritual insights and let the young man put down his guard before officially starting the conversation, so that the information he would later reveal would be more true and accurate.

"Well, your surname is somewhat familiar to me." Horatio looked at him, using the information advantage of the time traveler to try to find the identity information of the judge in front of him in his mind.

"I am the heir of Gideon Ravenor, and the last student of this ancestor of our family."

[Gideon Ravenor! ]

When this familiar name blurted out from the mouth of the middle-aged man in front of him, Horatio instantly located the information in his mind.

[That is to say...this person's master is! ] Horatio's eyes suddenly opened wide.

"My master, Gideon Ravenor, is the eldest disciple of Inquisitor Greg Eisenhorn, who is famous in the history of the Inquisition, but has mixed reviews."

The man smiled lightly, his eyes falling on Horatio's iron hand:

“Although we are separated by dozens of generations, Judge Eisenhorn and I are not that far apart in terms of the order and ideological lineage of the Inquisition.

To round things off, I am also Eisenhorn’s apprentice, carrying on his legacy. "

Since he held the mantle of the famous Judge Greg Eisenhorn, he had a preliminary general understanding of the man in front of him.

But this is just a preliminary step. After all, the Inquisitors are a very thoughtful group, and even masters and apprentices, or one person at different times, may have different ideas.

"Is this arm easy to use?" the man asked with a half-smile.

Horatio's eyes suddenly opened and he looked at the inquisitor named Clarence Ravenor in front of him.

"Do you know about this arm?" he asked cautiously.

"I know more than that." The man said calmly: "I have watched this arm grow since I was a child."

Horatio swallowed.

"How much do you know about this arm?"

"I don't understand, that's why I asked you."

Horatio was a little confused, but he quickly calmed down and quickly thought about the hidden meaning between the lines of the dialogue in his mind.

"My master and ancestor, Gideon Ravenor, was beaten as an Inquisitor heretic by the Order like Lord Eisenhorn. He left the Scarus sector and came to the land just after the Gothic War. , settled in the Abyss Port where all life was devastated.

From then on, he remained anonymous and continued the research he inherited from the Foreign Order and his master Eisenhorn in private. "

"That is to say...the iron hand, and the coffin..." Horatio suppressed his surprise and the ridiculous mixture of fate, and squeezed out the words as calmly as water.

"Yes, this iron hand is the research legacy inherited by my master, Gideon Ravenor, from his master, Inquisitor Greg Eisenhorn.

But after a lifetime of research, the deep mystery has not been cracked.

He worked tirelessly on this iron hand, and his obsessive research also made him spend too much time on it. Finally, when he was dying, he reluctantly took this iron hand with him that he had failed to achieve substantial research on. Into the coffin.

That's the coffin you pushed open at the Saint's Monastery in District V-8. "

"Fate is amazingly miraculous."

Horatio hummed to himself.

Who would have thought that he would lift the coffin of the famous Inquisitor Gideon Ravenor?

"Speaking of which, I have an informant who said she saw a lot of blood on the ground of the Saints' Monastery in Area V-8, and the cult there disappeared overnight. But you just came back from the Calisis sector , then if not you, who else could it be?”

"My ally. Well, let's call him that."

"who?"

"Although I promised my 'allies' to keep them secret, I can tell you that they are aliens. From a human perspective, an alien that is both magical and wonderful, but also extremely disgusting."

The judge seemed not to regard Horatio as an outsider, and the two of them almost openly exchanged information that would be considered heretical in the eyes of outsiders.

Horatio's brows furrowed again.

Although the judge could not explain clearly, Horatio, as a time traveler, could guess a lot using the clues he gave.

The amount of information about the entire incident was getting larger and larger, and Horatio worked hard to sort out the information in his mind.

He remembered the mysterious red-haired woman he and Farida had seen in the cultist's lair.

In other words, it was not his own hallucination.

And that woman did help herself.

Could it be that... that woman is also a member of the Inquisitor, or a collaborator?

A Death Cult assassin? Or the Eldar?

Horatio couldn't help but wonder how he came into this world.

It seems that the whole world is a big stage, and I seem to be an important part of the stage.

But to be on the safe side, you still have to hide what you need to hide.

Once those secrets that only you know are revealed, your advantages will likely be lost, and your enemies may even use them against you.

"So, this iron hand seems to be okay?" the judge asked.

"I think it's not bad, sir." Horatio smiled.

"Hide everything you know. Your current situation is like a black rabbit that has escaped from its hole, exposed to the sun, and far away from its nest.

There are ferocious beasts all around that want to tear you apart and hunt for prey.

The more you see, the sooner you die, son of Thomas. "

The man smiled and gave Horatio the advice that was on his mind, as if he could see into his heart.

Horatio discovered this from the very beginning.

However, the judge wisely did not ask further about the function and ability of this iron hand.

It can be seen from his performance that although he is also very curious, he seems to know something and does not explore the secret of this prosthetic limb too much.

And the last title seemed to be saying to him euphemistically:

‘If you don’t want to die young like your father, then when it’s time to keep a low profile, it’s better to keep a low profile, although I know it’s difficult to keep a low profile with your strength. ’

"Now, let's talk about what you think about the intricate spider web of the entire Port of Abyss. Mr. Horatio, you should know more than me."

He took out a cigarette from the pocket of his trench coat.

He took out one himself, then put the whole pack of cigarettes and the flint lighter on the table, and pushed it towards Horatio.

The way this judge lights his cigarette is very special——

He used the psychic energy of his fingertips to light the cigarette in his mouth.

"Psychic?"

"My ancestor Gideon Ravenor was an Alpha+, the highest level of psyker officially recognized by the Empire.

If it weren't for Inquisitor Eisenhorn, who had already dedicated himself to the God-Emperor in the Star Torch, there would be no Ravennor family.

Our entire family has inherited the gift of psychic powers, although I'm not as strong as Gideon. "

[It seems he can really read minds. ]

Horatio took a puff, and the information he currently had slowly flowed out of his mouth along with the smoke ring.

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