Warhammer Inquisitor

Dean Nasimov looked at the man standing at the table in front of him. He walked to the bookshelf on the other side as if he was strolling in the garden. Jumping, the man looked at the names of those books.

""History of Navigation", "On War", "Sun Lord-Macharius", "Steel and Heavy Artillery, Music of War", and "Glory and Victory", your collection of books is quite good. Over the past ten thousand years You basically have military studies books."

As he said, he took a book off the shelf, and the man flipped through the old brown-red book. The book looked very old, and the pages in it were obviously bound, maintained and rearranged repeatedly. Yes, although this book can already be called an antique, the content in it is quite meaningful.

"Well, "Air-Land Battle" written by De Gaulle Tukhachev, I have to say that the content of this book is quite good, and it is very insightful, but it is a pity that the current imperial army has dismantled the armor, Infantry, heavy artillery and air force, so unfortunately, his idea of ​​a combined force cannot be realized for the time being."

"And not only his tactics, that kid was also put on hold and punished for his heretical remarks that "threaten the stability of the army". I remember that not long after he wrote this book, he was forced to retire. "

As he spoke, he flipped through the book. Nasimov walked into the office and approached the man slowly. He looked at the man's side face and felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

"Who are you? Sir, how did you get in?" the dean asked and walked behind him, the man smiled softly and looked at the bookshelf, and soon he found that it was placed in the center of the bookshelf, and it was specially used for a separate bookcase. display racks with books.

It was a red book, with an eagle spreading its wings branded on the cover, and several bolts of lightning were clutched under its claws. He looked at the cover of the book, with a slightly embarrassed and helpless expression on the corner of his mouth. With a smile, he opened it and flipped through the pages of text, and the expressions became more embarrassing as he flipped through the pages.

"My lord, where did you come from these sentences? Did I say these words?" He looked at the pages of parchment that were worn and kept for a very long time, and there were paragraphs of words written on them. Quotations, that is the content of the speech records of a certain important person, and the records are quite detailed, to an outrageous level.

"Especially this sentence, "Soldiers can't spend too much time eating and enjoying themselves. Their first task is to fight wars. Only in this way is the first meaning of a soldier's existence." "" His fingers tapped the content on the page, and he smiled wryly with a speechless expression.

"Okay, now I know why the life and treatment of the Star Militia Army and the Navy are so bad. The prisoners of war said that they violated the Geneva Convention after reading it. Guys, you used a sentence I said casually as the Bible, and used a sentence Ten thousand years."

The man continued to complain while flipping through the important military classics that were as important to the soldiers of the empire as the Holy Word of the State Religion. Step forward and approach the person.

"Enough is enough, I can't allow you to criticize and humiliate the "Marshal's Canon" any more arrogantly, I don't care who you are, sir, you have no right to do that! No one has the right to do that!"

"Oh? Even if it's the original author? Although you have already edited my little scripture, I can't recognize it." He said and closed the book, which was as thick as a dictionary. The Holy Book was too thick, so that he clapped his hands together to close the heavy book that was thick enough to be bulletproof.

Nasimov looked at the man's face, and after listening to what he said just now was extremely natural, and there was no lie or fabricated reaction, Nasimov fell into deep thought, and he stopped. As the dean of the Faithful Academy, Nasimov knew how to judge Lying and deceit, and excuses, believe me, the young men in the Academy, will not be less hard on them in this regard, in an attempt to get themselves out of punishment.

But they often fail, because Dean Nasimov knows how to judge whether a person is lying, that is his experience when he was still serving in the army long, long ago.

He knows how to see from a person's eyes whether the quartermaster has properly distributed supplies, whether the sentry on guard has deserted, whether the maintenance chief is here today to maintain and overhaul the armored vehicles, and of course, there are those in the Ministry of Military Affairs. Idiot, are you honest enough to deal with the materials you applied for?

Therefore, those students who lie will be punished more severely, because lies and deceit are the most vicious heresy, and they may go astray through deception, so they need to be taught a good lesson and let them Get back on track.

Nasimov knew how to tell if a man was lying, and now, he saw no sign of lying in the eyes of this man, as if he had actually written the book.

"What's your name? Sir." Nasimov asked after thinking for a moment, the man smiled and set up the thick scripture, and he handed the book to Nasimov, gently touching the pages with his fingers The side of the door was tapped, and a person's name was written in beautiful bronzing fonts on the tapped position, a name that was remembered and respected forever by all military strategists, soldiers, and generals of the empire.

Nasimov took the book, looked at the name, and immediately frowned at the man in front of him, "Vito Constantine, Supreme Marshal, are you crazy?"

"Why do you think so?" The man put his hands behind his back and looked at Nasimov with a smile, who was staring at him and frowning.

"The Supreme Marshal, he has been away for thousands of years, but this does not mean that someone can pretend to be him, the founder of the empire's armed forces, and the eternal leader." Nasimov glared at the man in front of him, calling himself Vito Kang Standing's guy, the dean looked at him seriously, with anger in his eyes.

"What you just did is enough to be shot a dozen times, sir, maybe more than that, for the sake of Judge Angwa, I forgot what you just did, but please leave now! "

"If you value me so much, old friend, I assure you that he is indeed qualified to criticize the holy scriptures and the status quo of the entire empire. This is not because of arrogance, but because he is Lord Vito Constantine. myself."

Angvar walked past Nasimov as he spoke. He stood in front of "Vito Constantine" who stood calmly and calmly in front of him with his hands behind his back. The judge looked at Dean Nasimov in front of him. , Calmly and seriously telling the unbelievable truth.

Nasimov looked at the Lord Inquisitor in front of him. He was silent for a while, then looked at Vito in front of him and said slowly, "What the Lord Inquisitor said... is shocking, no, it's not enough to convince me. "

"Nasimov, for the emperor's sake, you." Angvar just wanted to say something, but was stopped by raising his hand. Vito looked at Nasimov in front of him and smiled. He nodded slightly and pointed to the office door not far away.

"Go and close the door. I don't want too many people to know my existence. When you close it, I will prove it to you." Vito said and put his hands behind his back. He looked at Nasimov waiting in front of him. His actions were followed, and the dean certainly didn't obey this order immediately, he still didn't know who Vito was.

So the dean thought for a moment, and he looked at Angvar from the corner of his eye. The leader of the trial court nodded slightly to Nasimov. After a little hesitation, Nasimov turned and walked towards the gate.

"Sir." Lieutenant Shire, who was standing outside the door, looked at the approaching dean, and asked softly with doubts, but Nasimov nodded slightly to him, and the dean silently pressed the two sides. The doorknob, he gave the command to the lieutenant with practical actions.

Lieutenant Shire looked at the doorknob and nodded silently, "I will wait outside the door, sir, if you need anything, just call me."

Nasimov nodded lightly, the movement was very small, only he and Charles could see this movement, it was impossible for Angvar behind him and the guy who claimed to be Marshal Vito to see this mutual hint , Nasimov then pulled the door handle out, and then closed the door in front of him.

After closing the door, Nasimov let go of the golden doorknob and slowly turned his head to look back, "Okay, now it's your turn."

Before Nasimov could finish his words, suddenly a flash of lightning roared, and the golden arc instantly shattered the door beside Nasimov, and the burst door exploded countless debris in an instant.

A few more bolts of lightning roared in, and the arc pierced through the brown-red door, bombarding the ground outside the office. Lieutenant Shire was startled, then without the slightest hesitation, he pulled out the gun on his waist, and then kicked the door open Stepped into it.

"Sir! You're fine." Charles raised his pistol and pointed at the man, but when he saw the man, the words that were about to blurt out suddenly choked.

Lieutenant Shire raised his pistol and pointed at the man in front of the office who was exuding golden lightning. He stood in the center of the office, endless lightning and surging power roared out from him, and the lightning knocked down one side of him. The bookshelves, rows and rows of books fell down in pieces, and behind him, the tables and chairs, as well as the teacups and other decorations were all toppled and rolled under the impact of his strength.

Where the man stood, his eyes were shining with endless light, and those eyes turned completely golden, and the black windbreaker was flying around with the power surging under him, and the lightning kept flashing on its lining, like a dark cloud. Inside.

Charles held his gun and stared blankly at the man. Dean Nasimov in front of him looked at the golden man. The dean opened his eyes wide. He looked at the countless flashing lightning bolts that swallowed everything Lightning, and more! The shining sun wheel behind his head!

Behind the man's head, a round of shining halo slowly appeared. The circular halo surface gradually emerged with the lightning that jumped and collided with each other, and finally became a complete body at the top of his head. The man's head was in front of the halo. Illuminated by the light, his shining eyes looked at Nasimov.

Nasimov also looked at him, and the thick scripture in Nasimov's hand fell to the ground. The dean's previous vicissitudes and infinite worry about the future were instantly dispelled by the light, and his expression and eyes were instantly filled with power, as if There was an invisible force injected into his body, like a paralyzed main battle tank that was finally injected with fuel.

Without the slightest hesitation or doubt, Nasimov immediately knelt down in front of him on one knee, "Marshal."

"I'm very glad that we can get to know each other again, Dean." Vito said, walking slowly in front of Nasimov, his steps were as light as if floating in the air, but the sound of the footsteps was replaced by the roar of lightning, accompanied by Every time Vito took a step, lightning would appear beneath his feet.

Stepping on the sea of ​​golden arcs, Vito walked up to Nasimov. He looked down at the lieutenant general in front of him, and then turned to look at Lieutenant Charles. He was still holding a gun, as if he was simply scared and forgot to put down the gun.

"Lieutenant, I think you can put the gun down, and besides, if you really want to kill me, you'll have to find something stronger."

"Sir!" The lieutenant trembled when he heard this, and the pistol in his hand fell to the ground. The lieutenant immediately knelt down when he saw the pistol. He knelt behind Nasimov and bowed his head to face Wei in front of him. Tor, no, is a god.

"Your return. It is a great honor to me, Marshal. I have longed for this moment all my life, to be able to swear allegiance to you in your presence, not to your statue, portrait or anything, but to you."

"Your loyalty should belong to the empire and human civilization, not to me or a single individual." Vito asked softly, the voice seemed to come from all directions under the bombardment of lightning.

"I admire what you said, Marshal, not everyone can refuse the desire for vanity and honor." Nasimov said in an extremely submissive, enthusiastic and loyal voice. How to say it, when he showed up to reveal his identity, Marshal Nasimov, the old general and dean, had already dedicated his loyalty to him.

He had dedicated his allegiance to the Supreme Marshal, a god, a legend they, the Imperial warriors, had heard of as children, and when he returned, who would refuse to submit to him?

Vito looked at Nasimov in front of him, his golden eyes sparkled, "I am honored by your approval and approval, Dean, now I ask for your help."

"Please give the order, Marshal. I will go through fire and water, and I will do anything! Even if I am smashed to pieces." Nasimov lowered his head, and responded to Vito with firm and passionate words. The passionate voice sounded like It's a young man, not the old veteran in front of him who has survived life-prolonging surgery.

But it was not an illusion, Nasimov felt young again, the enthusiasm of his youth reinjected into his body, awakening the will that had been dormant for many years.

"Not only for you, but also for your students. I need the help of the Academy of Loyalty." Vito said softly. After hearing this, Nasimov was silent for a moment. After hesitating for a while, he raised his head and looked at The marshal in front of him.

"Forgive me for the offense, Lord Marshal, my students are not ready to go to the battlefield."

"Sir! We're done! We'll go through fire and water for the Marshal!"

Before Nasimov could finish his words, Lieutenant Shire behind him raised his head and protested loudly. The panic and fear in his heart just now was shocked by the panic he felt when he pointed a gun at the marshal. Turned into a frenzy under the light.

"Your enthusiasm is commendable, lieutenant, then let us give you a test, although it is called a test, but it is an important task related to the fate of the empire."

Vito said, Nasimov raised his head to look at Vito, and the latter also lowered his head to look at the dean in front of him. He smiled at the corner of his mouth and turned to the huge French window at the end of the office behind him.

"Don't worry, Dean, I don't want your students to go to war. They are not ready, I know, but I do have a task for them, for you."

As Vito spoke, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. He overlooked the huge palace outside the window. Magnificent palaces and gardens can be seen everywhere here. High walls, giant Roman columns, and aqueducts also stand and extend everywhere.

This is a beautiful place, in every sense of the word, except that under its beautiful exterior, it has long been like a rotten apple, and under its gorgeous outer layer, it has been corroded by moths.

"Please tell me, Marshal, we are waiting for your order." Nasimov stood up slowly and said, Vito smiled when he heard his firm voice, he turned his head to look at the city outside the window, at the distant city A huge building stands among countless palaces and high-rise buildings. It is a palace, a palace next to the golden throne.

Through the glass, Vito looked at the fourteen Gothic towers standing above the huge palace. The towering towers were all different in shape, but they all had the same characteristics, gorgeous and extremely luxurious, gold, silver There are also countless platinum and precious stones adorning the huge towers. The builders used all their wealth to build them, and all of them are to set off their status. The huge symbols hanging on each tower master status.

"I am going to overthrow the High Lords Council of Terra, and it will start at ten o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow." Vito said looking at the magnificent council hall, standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back.

"What did they do, do you know?"

"Of course, my lord."

"Then I don't think I need to explain why."

Nasimov's face was reflected on the glass beside him. He looked in Vito's direction and was silent for a while. Vito slightly turned his head to look at the reflection on the window, "Is there a problem?"

"Overthrow the high lord? Marshal, are you going to overthrow the parliament?"

"Why, worrying about rebellion?"

"No, of course not, my loyalty belongs to you, not to the high lord. Besides, what those bastards have done can be described as outrageous, especially the recent act of expropriating food. They only want to protect themselves, without any I'm loyal to you, so I don't have any hesitation, just."

"Just what?"

"It's impossible to rely on us alone. The high lords have concentrated a considerable number of troops for self-defense. Their palaces and the surroundings of the parliament are surrounded by iron walls. It is difficult for us to break in."

"No, you don't need it." Vito turned around and looked at Nasimov behind him. He stepped on lightning and walked a few steps away from Nasimov, "The defensive troops will be transferred to suppress and defend the periphery of the palace. riots, so you don't need to worry about defenders."

"The rest of the guards who are still in the palace will be dealt with. You have only one task."

"What? Marshal."

"Lead all your students, take up weapons and enter the inner court of the palace, control the streets and all weapon positions, light and heavy nuclear weapons and all ammunition depots, control all the barracks, and disarm the idiots who are still there."

Vito stood in front of Nasimov, and the marshal radiating light stood in front of him, looking down at him. Nasimov silently looked at Vito, waiting for orders.

"You need to control the streets and open a passage for me. After that, I will enter the council from there and announce the dissolution of the High Lords Council. After that, I will take over the entire command of Terra and the solar system. I will defend Terra. Like years ago."

"What if they refuse? My lord, do they choose to resist?" Nasimov looked into Vito's eyes and asked, and the latter smiled slightly. He spread out one hand, and in an instant a large bolt of lightning shot out of it. It shot out, and the electric light instantly illuminated the faces of Nasimov and Angvar, Charles.

Vito looked at the lightning, and then tightened his hands. Nasimov looked at the lightning that disappeared in his hand and nodded, "Understood, Marshal, I understand everything."

"Very good, Dean, very good." Vito stood in front of Nasimov, looking down at Nasimov with his hands behind his back like a god.

"The Assassin Court, the Tribunal and their forces have joined me, how about you? Dean, are you joining with the Faithful Academy? Fight for the Empire."

Nasimov looked at Vito and was silent for a while, then he closed his feet and stood at attention in front of Vito. Without the slightest hesitation, Lieutenant General Nasimov raised his arms to salute his marshal, "With the respect of the Emperor and you In name, I and my students will obey your orders and the orders of the Supreme Marshal for the future of the empire and mankind."

"Very good, Dean, welcome to join the National Salvation League. Everything you and we did on that day will definitely be recorded in the annals of history forever." Vito said and pressed Nasimov's shoulder, his The lightning on the palm partially subsided, that's why he didn't turn him into coke when he met the dean, and the person who would turn into coke was in the opposite council.

"It's my honor, Marshal, but are we the only ones? The Inquisition, the Assassin Court, and the Academy of Loyalty." Nasimov stood at attention in front of Vito, looking at the Marshal and asked.

His marshal smiled and turned his head to look at the glass behind him. He looked at the magnificent palace outside the window, the main body of the palace standing behind the high golden wall.

"There are still some friends waiting for me inside the wall."