Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

In Imperial Calendar 755.M39, in the Hazy Star Territory, the Empire's famous industrial world, the star port of Sepula Mendi, is still prosperous.

Rows of spaceships flowed continuously on the waterway, and Rogue Traders and Charter Captains were active in every street and market in the small urban area of ​​​​Starport.

The vigorous business atmosphere and the huge torrent of materials are like the blood of the giant empire. Even the threat of the Eye of Terror cannot stop their vitality.

The rulers of the empire are happy to see this happen, even if this steel city-state fixed in the orbit of a huge planet was originally built to serve the imperial soldiers in the direction of the Eye of Terror;

But as a gathering place for human populations in the endless starry sky, it cannot refuse the material and desires brought by these people.

"Quiet! Keep order!"

The Syndicate raised his head concealedly from the crowd, and then lowered his head again before the military police from the Ministry of Justice and the mechanical hound at his feet noticed him, and he tightened the collar of the black coat he was wearing.

Under the lead-gray light of the artificial atmospheric dome, the chemical fiber clothes on his body were inconspicuous. After passing through the customs and wandering among the crowd for several hundred meters, he turned around and disappeared behind an inconspicuous secret door.

"secret order."

Syndicate, who was still squinting his eyes to adjust to the light in the dark, stiffened slightly;

What touched his ear at the same time as these words was the cold muzzle of a pump-action shotgun.

W. Jacob Type V, it is said that the prototype came from the personal needs of a certain national priest in the Storm Star Territory. It is famous for its durable leather and multi-purpose bullet brought by the fine gold-plated rifling in the barrel.

For centuries, this type of firearm was only used in a small area near the Storm Star Territory.

It wasn't until a certain Imperial commissar brought it from the Storm Sector to Terra during a mission that this firearm became popular among the lower ranks of the Empire's military.

As Imperial soldiers fell in love with this simple and practical firearm, its various modifications and variations began to appear in various melee units.

Hundreds of years have passed, and the first five models are no longer in service with the front-line troops, and instead appear in rogue traders and the black market.

Today it may not be powerful enough nor is it the most modern, but no matter how low the manufacturing cost is, it gives it extremely strong vitality.

In addition to being installed by the madmen serving in Catachan, this gun is also a favorite among the hive men.

"Titan's Glory."

Pulling himself away from the memory of the battle in Cadian, the Syndicate kept his body still and said those two words in the calmest tone.

After the muzzle of the gun behind him was removed, he slowly turned around and looked at the gunman.

Under the greasy black hair, there is a big face full of flesh, with only one of the two eyes remaining, and the rest is occupied by seemingly crude and low-level modification equipment;

The rickety body used to stand upright in the darkness, and the prosthetic leg on his right leg that was originally limping seemed to be functioning normally.

"Old Dong...why is it you?"

The Syndicate has traveled to and from this star port countless times in its past missions.

But he really didn't expect that the bar prepared for low-level sailors in this star port would also be the eyes of the Inquisition.

"Accident? That only proves your dereliction of duty. I know the words you were about to spit out first five seconds ago. Let's figure it out together next time."

Old Bell, the owner and chief bartender of the Sailor's Bar, took a strong puff of the low-quality tobacco in his mouth, and the sour smoke he exhaled was as annoying as the yellow teeth in his mouth.

The smile that used to be a casual one in the bar had completely disappeared. Instead, what appeared on the old man's face was the bone-chilling coldness that was common among the Syndicate's mentors and was exclusive to high-level inquisitors.

But this still greatly exceeded the cognitive limit of this new judge.

My previous relationship with this old man was really too familiar.

If it weren't for the pendant with a skull and the Roman numeral I embedded in three horizontal bars on his chest, it would have been difficult for the Syndicate to connect the sloppy old man in front of them with the agents of the Inquisition.

Memories flashed through his mind, and the changes in the top management of the Inquisition in the past few years emerged here one by one.

The "Supreme Master" in charge of the Calixis Sector mysteriously disappeared on the way to Terra a few years ago. The "Grand Master Council" was leaderless until the new Grand Inquisitor was airborne and took office.

In the Inquisition Court within the sector, the seven most secret secret halls belonging to the Holy Hammer Order were systematically purged one by one within a year, and most of the 11 Grandmaster-level presiding judges who sat in them also disappeared.

The Syndicate, who was still an apprentice at the time, was not even qualified to touch the edge of this storm. Instead, it enjoyed the "bonus" of an early promotion in the job vacancies left after the purge.

And now the confidential matter of this special material delivery is his first mission as an independent judge.

But he didn't dare to feel proud, and was even a little distressed.

This item was directly ordered by the senior officials of the Tribunal, and it was said that it was requested by the adult stationed in the Storm Star Territory. It was too important to him.

Since being assigned this mission, the Syndicate has been supported by hormones and has not slept for hundreds of hours, for fear of any accidents on the way.

"Where's the stuff?"

The contact person asked him.

"Still on board."

The Syndicate looked at the contact person in front of them, waiting for the next order.

Whether this confidential item proposed from the inner court of Calixis Sector will be handed over or continued to be delivered further is a matter of his words.

"It's good to be here."

The old man spat the cigarette butt in his mouth onto the ground and raised his hand to point backward. Under his guidance, the Syndicate discovered two giants that were integrated with the darkness.

The two steel statues, which are nearly 3 meters tall, also responded to the old man's words, and their dark red eyes lit up at their heads.

"They will then take other passages and board your black ship.

They will take over the guarding of supplies, don't ask, don't listen.

This is a token of communication between you and them. Except for you, anyone else who does not have this token will be shot to death once they approach the storage location of the supplies!

do you understand? "

"clear!"

The Syndicate nodded and confirmed that this mission had begun to escape his control, but in his eyes, this was actually a good thing.

"Well, your next target is tentatively Pisina. Keep silent the whole way. Go ahead."

With that said, the old man took off the pendant from his chest and handed it to Syndicate's hand, indicating that he could leave.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

After performing the Sky Eagle Salute, the Syndicate stood up and put away the tokens, turned around and opened the door curtain, and merged into the crowd outside the door again.

The two steel giants also walked deeper into the corridor within a few breaths.

The black ship stranded outside the Sepra Mundi system started its engine again and disappeared into the vast starry sky after receiving the returning Syndicate and the two Raven Guards who arrived within one day.

First update, don't wait for me, there will be a second update later. The writing is being fully upgraded, so I write very slowly.