Warhammer Inquisitor

The black car was driving on the boulevard, Angwa was holding the steering wheel and driving the vehicle on the road in the middle of the military column. The eyes of the Grand Instructor of the Tribunal looked out the window. young trainees walking by.

These young men and women are all wearing the same military uniforms, breastplates, and helmets as the Star Militia Army. The only difference is that their costumes are black, and the breastplates are silver. The contrasting colors make it easy to see at a glance. They revealed their identities, but this obviously did not affect their mood.

In fact, the morale of the students was quite high. Groups of students lined up on both sides of the road. The soldiers walked with their guns on their backs, and they sang high-spirited songs in unison. Walking at a neat pace, their young company captain of the command squad led the way at the forefront.

Behind the company captain, the banner bearer carried a red banner, which depicted the proud symbol of the Academy of Loyalty, which was the glorious military emblem belonging to the loyal and proud soldiers of the empire. On the shoulders of the soldiers who sang together with their comrades-in-arms, the red flag hangs down, leading the direction of the team.

The cadet company passed by the car, and the leading company commander raised his arms to salute the car as he walked past the car window. Angwa looked at the cadet with a smile. He knew that the military salute was not for himself, but for the people around him. Lieutenant General Nasimov Fronshilov, the dean of the Faithful Academy, was in the passenger seat.

Dean Nasimov saluted the company commander in the co-pilot seat, and the latter lowered his arms with a bright smile on his face, and walked at the forefront of the team with his head held high. The young soldiers behind him were all carrying laser guns. Waving his arms and walking neatly behind him, the high-spirited singing echoed between the high walls.

"It seems that the morale of the students is very good. There is no need for political commissar students to use poor eloquence and shout all kinds of slogans mixed with the emperor and loyalty." Angwa looked at the students on both sides They, phalanxes passed on either side, mixed with advancing Chimeras and trucks.

Nasimov looked at them and heaved a long sigh, "Yes, their morale is high. When the news came that there might be a big war on Terra, these children became more and more excited."

"Understandable, recruits, they have been studying within the high walls of the academy for many years. The senior students came here when they were five or six years old. It has been more than ten years now, and they can't wait to get it. Take up arms and fight the bastards who betrayed the Emperor."

Angwa looked at a female student walking by, her black hair was tied into a tall braid, a black raincoat was draped over her body, and a laser sniper rifle was carried on her shoulder, accompanying her steps And up and down.

There are many female students beside her, the loyal heir students and the imperial army, but men and women are equal, everyone, all loyal ones have the duty and responsibility to take up arms and destroy the emperor's enemy who threatens the empire.

Believe me, don't underestimate these girls, they are definitely not inferior to any fighter you have ever seen, if you speak ill of them, or question whether they, as women, can afford guns and knives, then they will be happy I'll show you the proof, although it may hurt for a while, or a long time, depending on what you said.

The judge looked at the female soldiers who passed by. They carried laser guns on their shoulders, and they walked in the queue with neat and loud steps in military boots. Husband, you have managed this place well over the years."

"They, and they are not ready yet, Angvar, they are not ready to go to the battlefield." Nasimov sat on the co-pilot, he leaned on the car door and watched the young people passing by one by one, They are full of energy and high morale, and their confident expressions make people have no doubt that they will take up weapons without fear when the army of chaos descends on this planet, and fight to the death with those demons and monsters of the subspace.

But high morale does not mean victory. Morale is the key, but it is not the absolute factor that determines the outcome of a battle. Experience is. Every veteran who survives, those veterans who can make the emperor proud of them, They all must have quite a lot of combat experience.

They are elite soldiers who have fought a hundred battles. Even if they lack weapons and ammunition, they can rely on their excellent combat experience to achieve unexpected victories. It is the talent and experience that have been honed in countless bloody battles. And these, in the There are no students with high morale here.

"They're not ready yet. These children don't know anything about war. They only know about the enemies of Chaos from books and word of mouth from the instructors." Nasimov said on the sidelines. Passed a Chimera, on which the commander was chatting with the shooter on the turret.

There were no traces of dirt on the faces of the young armored crew members, their uniforms were not wet with sweat or diesel, and their hair was neatly combed, fully complying with all the most standard military appearance specifications of the Imperial Star Militia. That's what a group of recruits will look like, and only recruits will have.

"They are the future of the empire. Each of them should be an officer, commander or judge of your tribunal, an arbitrator of the Ministry of Justice, or a naval captain. They should not die here."

"The war is coming, Nasimov. These children have no choice, and none of us have a choice. No one in the empire today has a choice." Angvar said, driving a car in the middle of the military column, and the black car shuttled through the long road. The road inside the high wall, and the intersections with turns.

Angwa drove a car through the intersection, stood in the middle of the road with a laser gun on his back, and a young trainee holding two command flags waved red flags, commanding the surrounding armored vehicles and tanks to move forward. When he saw the black car driving After seeing Nasimov among them, he immediately waved the flag and opened a way for the president of the academy.

The car passed by on the road beside him. The young man grabbed two flags with one hand, then stood at attention and saluted the head of the academy. The latter looked at the young and confident soldier with a smile on his face, and nodded sadly in response.

Angwa looked at the young people outside the window. His face, which had already stepped into his old age, was still powerful and no one would doubt him. He had become weak and old, but those eyes were full of restlessness and worry. I am worried about the future of these children, and also worried about the future of this empire.

Angwa glanced at the dean of the college, he could see his worry, the judge smiled and let go of the steering wheel with one hand, and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, everything will change, Radical change, hope has been rekindled in the Empire."

"Change? Angvar, does it have anything to do with the person you're taking me to?" "You'll know, old friend, you'll know soon."

Angwa withdrew his hand, held the steering wheel again and drove forward. The black car passed by the trainees, and they soon arrived at a training field, where the high wall on one side was opened, and the hollowed-out Behind the wall is a large training ground connected by slopes.

The young trainees are training here, shooting and tactics are coordinated, the infantry are advancing and shooting quickly under the leadership of the instructor, and the stormtrooper squad is quickly interspersed inside and outside the modular building built in the distance. Descend and jump into the window of the building with the laser gun on your back.

Under the building, a Chimera armored personnel carrier roared past. While the armored vehicle was driving, squads of soldiers quickly poured out of the rear gate. They were well-trained and organized, and immediately took up their weapons and dispersed. battle formation.

The roaring Chimera passed by the side of the avenue, and on the road inside the high wall beside it, a black car drove by Angwa at a fast speed. They passed under the high wall and dome of the Academy of Loyalty, Soon came to the most central position of the entire academy.

Angwa parked the car in front of the tall main hall building, and a huge black hall stood in front of him. Its surface made of steel and concrete was extremely solid. At its high top, a huge imperial sky eagle Soar high there, spread your wings and soar above the palaces of Terra.

Huge banners fell from the walls on both sides. After Angvar opened the car door and walked out, Nasimov quickly followed and stepped out of the car together. He stood in front of the huge hall in the center, watching in surprise. To Angvar on the opposite side of the car door.

"Where is the person you want me to meet? In the main castle?" "Yes, to be precise, he is waiting for you in your office. Come on, I think we have kept your lord waiting too long."

Angvar closed the car door as he spoke. He straightened his collar and walked quickly up the steps in front of him. Nasimov watched Angvar tilt his head in surprise, but quickly shrugged and followed. .

They walked up the stairs. The two senior students who came down from the top stood at attention and saluted Nasimov. The latter also nodded to them and followed Angvar's footsteps. They walked up the stairs. Walking through the towering steps from the gate of the main castle where people come and go, one enters the core part of the Faithful Academy.

Obviously, Nasimov knows this place very well. As the dean of the Faithful Academy for half a century, he knows every corridor, every side courtyard and every step of his college very well, and he knows the intricate classrooms here even more. Lecture hall and indoor training ground.

Soon, Nasimov led Angvar through the students and the countless complex structures in the hall, and arrived at the entrance of the dean's office on the top of the fortress.

After the two walked up the stairs, they walked along the red carpet in the middle of the road, and walked forward with the portraits of the past presidents of the Zhongshi Academy hanging on both sides. There were many portraits. The portraits lined the entire long corridor.

But soon, they walked through the long corridor and came to the magnificent dome hall at the end. They bypassed the tall statue of the angel holding the sword standing in the center, and came to the gate behind it.

An officer sat in front of the brown-red double doors. He was sitting behind a desk placed in front of the gate. A table of documents was laid out in front of him. He was reviewing the documents on it to organize and summarize the It is worthy of the attention of the dean of the college, as well as the documents reviewed and approved.

He looked at the documents in front of him seriously, and when he picked up the tea cup to take a sip, he heard footsteps approaching. The young officer raised his head and immediately noticed the dean of the academy who was walking. The principal salutes.

"Dean Nasimov."

"Good morning, Charles, I heard that someone is waiting for me in my office." Nasimov walked to the table and saluted Charles briefly. The young lieutenant looked at the door in surprise. You need to look through the appointment list at your hand to know that something is wrong.

"No one is making an appointment to see you now, Dean, I remember very clearly, and I have been sitting here, no one can avoid me."

Charles said affirmatively, and Nasimov turned his head to look at Angvar who was coming up beside him. The latter smiled softly and looked at the young lieutenant with his hands behind his back, "Trust me, boy, he can go wherever he wants , no one can stop him, if he wants to see Dean Nasimov, he will definitely see him."

Angvar looked at Nasimov beside him as he spoke, and nodded to signal him to go forward and open the gate. The latter looked at the gate after a moment of silence, but walked up quickly. He walked past Charles, in the young Under the eyes of the lieutenant, he walked to the brown-red door.

Nasimov held the doorknob, he pushed down and pushed the door open, the double door opened quickly and revealed the office behind it, Nasimov looked at his desk, there The swivel chair behind the large desk faced him, but he knew that there was indeed a person sitting on it.

One hand of the man leaned on the armrest, and the hand that was turning the pen was exposed. He turned the pen, and then held it in his hand at once. The man's head turned back slightly, and then slowly turned the pen The office chair turned around.

Nasimov looked at the person on the chair. He sat on the office chair and looked at Nasimov with a smile. He held the pen in his hand like a dagger. He turned the nib of the pen and leaned on the chair to look at it. Looking at Nasimov at the door, the neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows at the back of the office shone behind him, enveloping him and the entire table and chairs in that light.

"Hello, Dean Nasimov, nice to meet you."

"Who are you?" Nasimov looked at the man and asked, frowning. The man stood up from the chair with a smile. After he stood up, the light shone from behind him. He stood in the halo, Like a descended god.

He hummed softly for a while, then put his hands behind his back, "Huh, your patriarch?"