Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"etc……"

Nicholas, who had just confirmed his itinerary with Calvin, was stopped again by the former before he could leave.

"Do you have other ideas?" Nicholas looked at Calvin, whose eyes were uncertain and seemed to be weighing something.

"This way..." Calvin made up his mind after thinking for a few seconds, and said to the shield captain of the Forbidden Army:

"The grand fleet will proceed according to the planned schedule, and the speed will remain unchanged. You and the other imperial guards will take the frigate with me and return to Terra early!"

This is? Nicholas's eyes moved slightly, and he obviously understood Calvin's intention.

With this situation unclear, he quietly returned to Terra in a secretive way. While fully communicating with the Tribunal, you can also wait and see how the situation changes.

"Your will!"

The shield guard captain received the order in a low voice, and then began to prepare for this trip.

The original body's idea is undoubtedly the best choice at the moment, and the fact that this operation can bring him along also represents the original body's trust in them...

Three days later, when the large fleet passed through the long no-man's land between the Sun Star Domain and the Storm Star Domain, and jumped out of the subspace to dock for supplies, a Thunderhawk quietly sailed towards the fleet under the cover of the dark starry sky. On top of a dagger at the end.

And when the fleet set sail again under the gaze of countless "eyes" from the local starport, the small and insignificant dagger had long since disappeared into the vast starry sky...

"Where is that lord?"

"It is said that he returned to the Sun Star Territory the day before yesterday..."

"Are adults still waiting?"

"That should be the case. The last rational meeting was half a month ago. They must also be waiting for that adult to arrive."

"It's exciting to see. This time the Inquisition will not suffer a big loss. At least the person in charge of the Assassin's Court will make some moves..."

"Silence! Is this something you can talk about? Do you think it's too long? Let's break up..."

In the Terran Government Office, which was close to being shut down, a group of middle-level bureaucrats were whispering in a gloomy atmosphere. But they were soon discovered and dispersed by senior bureaucrats who later came to power.

The weird and depressing atmosphere was like a plague, spreading throughout the core area of ​​Terra as various rumors raged in a few days.

In this palace the size of a continental plate, in the Government Affairs Building complex that occupies an entire functional section, the supreme lords who are at the highest level of the empire are also waiting for Calvin's arrival with the same expectation.

"News came from the Echo Corridor of Faith that the fleet of the Supreme Lord Grand Inquisitor has arrived in the Order 5 star sector." The Navigator Alliance was located in the old palace of Terra. A young family member hurriedly walked in from outside the palace. The latest news for the league's current chief Archer.

"knew."

"What's your opinion?"

"roll……"

"The old people are still waiting for your instructions..."

"I said, get out!"

"yes……"

When the young man walked backwards and disappeared outside the palace door, Alche paused slightly.

His fragile body after several reconstructive surgeries did not allow him to have too many emotional fluctuations, but the short-sightedness revealed by the alliance and the family in this political incident made him even more worried.

"Without this little bit of concentration, I'm afraid I'm just going to be fooled..."

It’s true that one generation is inferior to another, Saborn, are you there? "

"Obey your will, my master."

A highly biochemically modified assassin walked out of the corner of the palace like a ghost at Alche's call.

"Keep an eye on these cubs and don't let them come into contact with the outside world."

"Yes!" With an emotionless response, silence returned to the Supreme Lord of the Navigator Alliance again.

Archer raised his head and looked at the vast starry sky outside the palace. There was a spiritual luster shining on the third eye on his forehead.

"I have a hunch that the result this time will be beyond everyone's expectations..."

At the same time, representatives from other forces in the empire were also paying close attention to Calvin's itinerary through their own channels.

Most of them are closely watching the progress of this incident, trying to find the truth among the fog.

Even if they fail to detect the main messenger of the assassination, they do not want to be affected by this unreasonable disaster.

But it is different for a few. For example, the empire's high admiral, high lord, and representatives of the rogue traders are not at their daily offices at this time.

A battleship hidden in Terra's defense fleet had its engine powered off and was floating aimlessly in Terra's orbit.

The two high-ranking people in charge of one side of the empire were having some shady secret conversations with Breton, the former Speaker of the Imperial House of Representatives who had recently taken up his duties in the Government Administration Council, through encrypted relay signals...

"The Inquisition fleet has arrived at Necromunda! The Imperial Fists Chapter salutes it!"

"The Inquisition fleet has arrived in the Corona Star Region! Cardinal Paragon's world sends its greetings!"

"The Inquisition fleet has crossed the Corona Star region and will arrive in Terra soon!"

In the past few days, Calvin's fleet itinerary was frequently mentioned in the ears of various giants in the Terra Senate.

As the successor of the late Prime Minister (Chief of the Government Council), the former Speaker of the Imperial House of Representatives, Breton, visited several other high lords frequently, intending to use a speech at this regular meeting of the high lords. This victory was obtained from Calvin to demonstrate the authority of the Council of Ministers.

After it was confirmed that Calvin would arrive in Terra on the day of the regular meeting, he, together with the Imperial Navy Admiral High Lord and other allies, arrived early at the High Lord Conference Hall located in the core area of ​​the Government Council.

"It has been detected that the large fleet has entered the solar system, and the direction of Mars has agreed to let it go!"

"An airship has been detected entering the atmosphere, and authority has been confirmed in the direction of the moon!"

"There is an intra-atmospheric flying object taking off in the direction of Antarctica, targeting the palace area!"

The latest information was brought in by the staff of the Government Affairs Council from outside the conference hall, and Calvin's whereabouts were fed back here in real time.

This kind of behavior of spying on colleagues was almost impossible in the past, but after the assassination incident, the Government Administration Council seemed to have enough reasons to be the victim.

After the high lords arrived one after another, what they saw was Brayton's wanton behavior. But out of caution, no one spoke out against it for a while.

"It has been detected that the fleet is approaching the palace area, and the Imperial Fist has opened air channels!"

"The fleet is approaching and is expected to arrive in three minutes!"

Two more waves of people brought the news into the conference hall, bringing the news that Calvin was about to arrive indoors.

Brayton could hardly control the smile on his face. He could almost see the dawn of victory, and saw the way that the colleague he had never met had his power taken away from his hands when he attended the first regular meeting.

boom!

The thick door of the conference hall was pushed open again, but what Brayton waited for was not Calvin.

A secretary from the Government Affairs Council almost staggered to where Brayton was sitting. Although his voice, which was out of control due to fear, was weak, it still spread throughout the quiet conference hall:

"The fleet is not stopping!"

"What? Say it again?"

Brayton couldn't immediately understand the meaning of follower, so he had to patiently ask again.

The attendant's trembling tone and subsequent words made his heart suddenly shrink, and then he continued to fall towards the abyss.

"The fleet didn't stop and went straight to the palace!"

"This is impossible!" Brayton, whose face was drained of blood, struggled to stop the trembling all over his body, and when he raised his head and looked around.

What I saw was a group of senior high lords, looking at them as if they were dead people...

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