Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

The Hall of the Emperor…

While walking in the underground corridor of the central building complex, Calvin looked at the intricate map information marked in runes on the green screen of the servo on his arm armor.

The legacy that Saratan left for the empire was not only the loyalists who were "exiled" to Oweijiu, but also the full set of internal information query permissions in Calvin's power armor.

The Hall of the Emperor, a secret place hidden in the vast buildings of the City of Grace and heavily guarded by the armed forces of the State Church, would not be found by Calvin without the map index brought by his authority.

After passing through layers of deep and dark empty corridors, and taking at least three special elevators to go down, Calvin finally arrived outside the bronze gate outside the Hall of the Emperor after walking for a full hour.

There is no longer any guard of the Brotherhood of Light outside the Hall of the Emperor. The candles filled with holy oil on both sides of the corridors where Calvin passed along the way have long been extinguished.

The bronze door several feet thick was mottled with filth, and the gilded imperial eagle emblem and the holy emblem of the state religion were cut by the sharp blade, no longer sacred as before;

The runes on the huge door were as dim as the servo beside the door, with only rusty bloodstains and blasphemous runes of the same color, left on it in a disorderly manner.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of Calvin's heavy body stepping down was not deliberately concealed. After turning around the lobby, the true appearance of the French Emperor Hall was revealed. There was only a cableway and a distance of more than 100 meters away from Calvin.

A huge circular platform was fixed in the air by dozens of chains as thick as giant trees. Surrounded by the statues of the emperor and saints that came into Calvin's sight, there was a priest in a red robe praying at the feet of the emperor.

But is this real? Of course not.

The power of psychic energy filled Calvin's eyes, and the strong will broke through the disguise in front of him and saw the hidden evil.

Wherever Calvin looked, the thousand weapons that had been blessed had now become offerings to the evil god.

The psychic crystals on the 999 halberds were like 999 candles dedicated to the evil god, flickering with an ominous luster.

What about the last weapon? Calvin's eyes wandered, and after a few seconds, he found the weapon left as a sacrificial knife at the feet of the evil figure with his back to him.

The seven missing cardinals also appeared here.

In the naked eye, these seven unfortunate people were all dressed in full clothes, kneeling quietly under the statue of the saint to pray; but in the real vision, they were all cut open with their chests, and hung upside down under twisted and blasphemous statues in the posture of the cross of the martyrs.

Their lives were still trapped in their dead bodies, which was the torture of the evil god on them.

"Here?" The figure with his back to Calvin seemed fearless, as if nothing had happened.

His deep voice was still as solemn and emotional as before he was corrupted, and the double-headed eagle emblem woven with fine gold thread on his red robe was as dazzling as before.

"Here it comes..." Calvin seemed to be completely unaware of the blasphemy here. He walked to the side of the figure and carefully examined the holy image of the Emperor in front of him.

He no longer had a passionate anger towards the evil of Chaos. After experiencing countless wars and sacrifices, he only had cold hatred for these creatures from the warp.

Chaos? Or demons?

In his eyes, only the dead are good.

Conspiracy? Or trick?

He wanted to see how many tricks this guy in front of him had left.

The tall body knelt down to the Emperor like a mountain pusher, and the exciting and majestic spiritual energy rushed forward at the moment of kneeling, purifying the blasphemy on the holy image in front of him one by one.

When Calvin's heavy shield-shaped knee armor collided with the floor and made a loud echo, the Emperor's holy image in front of him and the sacred crown on his head also returned to their purity as before.

"Let's make a bet, how about it?"

Mephisto looked back in Calvin's direction and repeated the bet he had made with Saratan with interest.

The means left by the devil here gave it enough confidence. Even if Calvin came directly to the door, it did not panic at all.

"What bet?" Calvin looked up at the holy image in front of him and answered Mephisto's question.

"Bet on who will win." Mephisto looked at Calvin and said. As if afraid that Calvin did not understand its intentions, this new but equally evil demon proudly explained its conspiracy and planning to Calvin.

"The ceremony here has been prepared, and the sacrifice to the Father God has been completed. Don't think about destroying them, it's useless.

Because they only lack a trigger now, and whether you kill me here, or destroy them, or even interrupt the celebration on the ground, it will become the beginning of this ceremony to sacrifice the soul of the entire planet."

Mephisto waited for Calvin's reaction with interest. This ceremony was his fearless reliance.

At this delicate time, he believed that the powerful soul in front of him could not bear the cost of testing the truth of his words.

Based on this clever setting, the bet he carefully prepared for Calvin also had the possibility of being implemented.

"So what's the bet? What do you want?" Calvin asked.

"Your soul and body, complete, are worth the same as all the souls on Ophelia 7."

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The state religion on Ophelia 7 was in chaos and leaderless at this time.

After high-ranking clergy were generally corrupted and then beheaded by the Gray Knights, the middle- and lower-level clergy were limited by their lack of information authority and knew nothing about the rebellion and corruption occurring within the sect.

They could only watch the chaos spread to more people visibly, but they were unable to respond and handle it correctly because they were ignorant of the situation within the church.

The bishops and priests stood on high places and shouted at the top of their lungs to the panicked believers, trying to calm the increasingly panicked mood of the crowd.

But what no one knows is that behind the seemingly calm faces, the eyes of these devoted priests also have deep confusion and fear.

"We can't delay it any longer! The Emperor and the late Holy See are watching your performance, and you must shoulder this heavy responsibility!"

Several cardinals who returned from Aowejiu also realized that the situation was on the verge of getting out of control after establishing contact with their old ministries.

With their unanimous advice, Cardinal Clarence had to face the pain of the death of his master, and thus considered taking over the position of the late Cardinal Saratan of Ophelia Diocese and assuming the mortal shepherdship of the God-Emperor Faith. The responsibilities of the subjects of the empire are to exercise the powers and responsibilities of the supreme administrator, the first person under the imperial state religion except the pope.

"I..." Clarence looked at the eager eyes around him and wanted to agree directly. But he immediately remembered that there was a being with a higher power sequence on Planet Ophelia 7 at this moment.

"We need to obtain the consent of the Supreme Lord!" Clarence quickly found the key to the problem.

Now that the entire Ophelia is in turmoil and military control has begun to be implemented, Calvin, the most senior being in the imperial armed sequence in the system, is the real rights holder.

Now that the Inquisition, the Chapter Astartes, and the Legion of Tindaros have taken over all order, without Calvin's approval, they, a group of people who only have power in peacetime, really can't do anything.

"Listen, I will not take the initiative to back down, and asking for your opinion is not an excuse for me to escape." Clarence looked at the comrades, colleagues and subordinates around him, and explained his thoughts to them seriously.

"Whether Calvin... His Highness agrees or not, I will fully support your work after consultation and restore this sacred land to the tranquility it deserves as soon as possible!"

"Well said!" A distant voice interrupted the conversation of the cardinals. When everyone looked in the direction of the voice, Gray Knight Adjutant Alan Janus and Forbidden Guard Jin were holding blood-stained battle swords. Ji walked into the house.

"His Royal Highness Calvin appreciates your loyalty!" Allen, who was wearing silver armor, stood at the door and said to Clarence. He and the Imperial Guards behind him looked at the people in the room who were trying to calm themselves down, and continued with satisfaction just halfway through. words.

"The Supreme Lord Inquisitor and the Grand Master of the Silver Blade have an order: The Imperial Inquisition respects the existing procedures of the state religion and respects the right of governance of your religion. Considering that the cleanup of Chaos on the surface has come to an end, the court that will enter the scene later will The Dalos Legion will follow your orders and help you restore order here as soon as possible!"

"...Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Please convey my gratitude to our humble servants of the Emperor. The Imperial State Church and Ophelia No. 7 will remember Lord Calvin's generosity and kindness."

Clarence breathed a long sigh of relief. Calvin's attitude came too timely and really solved the two biggest problems Clarence was facing right now.

Temporarily taking over the powers and responsibilities of the supreme administrator requires legal recognition and endorsement, and the right to actually command and mobilize the military under military control on the planet.

Without Calvin's nod of approval, they would not be able to get involved in these two issues; and once they grasped these two key rights, Clarence and his order's acceptance and sorting out of Ophelia would be difficult to do. There are also no procedural or practical enforcement issues.

"I haven't finished speaking yet..."

Allen smiled and watched everyone's heated discussion about how to handle the next situation. When everyone realized that he had not left and began to fall silent, he returned to his serious face and told everyone present that he was in line with the situation. Announcement of the will and position of the Inquisition.

“There is no doubt that this incident is identified as a chaos pollution incident.

His Highness Calvin's opinion is that the top priority must be to continue the celebrations that have already taken place. After the celebration, the Inquisition will fully undergo subsequent screening and purification procedures. Your loyalty and purity have been recognized by the Order of the Holy Hammer, so there is no need to worry; but at the same time, the Inquisition also asks for your cooperation in the follow-up treatment of other clergy and imperial citizens on Ophelia 7. "

"Ah...that's it."

Clarence answered dryly, while his pleading eyes roamed among the colleagues and subordinates around him. But what disappointed him was that everyone avoided his gaze and ignored his excessively compassionate intentions.

How powerful is the authority of the Inquisition within the empire, and how cruel it is in matters involving Chaos pollution.

This is common knowledge among all the high-ranking officials in the empire. Even if he has no personal experience, he can still get a clear enough understanding from the countless gossips in the sect that spread his reputation.

Clarence quickly gave up the unrealistic idea of ​​protecting the people of the entire planet and moved this "negotiation" to the next stage.

"Will the celebration continue?" He looked at Alan Janus and the imperial guards behind him in confusion.

"As you two have seen, Ophelia 7 has suffered such a disaster. Neither the clergy of the Imperial Church nor the innocent subjects of the Empire can or have the interest to participate in the ceremony. For this, please forgive me..."

"No! There is no room for negotiation!" Allen interrupted Clarence rudely and said to the heir who was about to take over the entire Storm Star Region regime in a very serious tone.

"The celebration must and can only go on! Do you understand? You don't need to worry about the order. The Star Army will fully support your celebration ceremony; there is no need to question the defense. We have also communicated with the Astartes and the Battle Sisters, and they will also guard the periphery."

"But... okay, I understand. Don't ask why? The Imperial Church unconditionally executes His Highness's orders."

Clarence looked at Jin behind Allen. The guard of the Imperial Guard who had not spoken a word throughout the whole process was as silent as at the beginning. He suddenly understood why these two people came together to announce Calvin's order.

Although Jin did not say anything at this point, his special identity allowed him to appear here, which in itself shows that the Tower of Hegemony, which is above all the departments of the Empire, trusts and supports Calvin and endorses the right of the Tribunal's actions.

"Very good, then congratulations, the respected Supreme Administrator, His Majesty Clarence." Allen looked down at Clarence's body for a few seconds, and then turned and left after leaving this sentence. The silent guards of the Imperial Guards also looked deeply at this lucky mortal as Allen turned and left.

The heavy footsteps were getting farther and farther away from the hall where everyone was. A group of cardinals looked at each other in the suffocating air, and then collapsed on the chairs behind them.

"Your Majesty, I thought that if Clarence... well, if the Holy See rejected him, the Emperor Angel would really use the halberd in his hand to create a massacre here! Hahahaha..."

Tara Xia wiped the cold sweat on her forehead with her robe sleeve in embarrassment, trying to use this joke to liven up the atmosphere while trying to divert the topic just now.

But his behavior obviously had the opposite effect. After telling this unfunny joke, he was greeted by the frightening silence in the air again...

"Uh... No way? No way..." Tara Xia looked around awkwardly. In the eyes of all his colleagues who looked at him as if he was a "crow", his mood gradually became low, and he became embarrassed and frightened.

He was still mumbling to maintain his fragile and unthinkable opinions, but everyone no longer wanted to pay attention to him and turned the topic to other places...

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