Warhammer Inquisitor

Loyal opening report: Dear Lords of the Supreme Reader Council of Terra, in the name of the Immortal Emperor, I am here to inform you that I, the Renewal Person personally chosen by the Holy Emperor, has been shamelessly attacked by Nurgle! (Malaysian accent) I have a little problem with my body. I'm going to the hospital for a minor operation this afternoon. If the problem is not serious, I shouldn't need to be hospitalized (there is no bed for me), so I will be able to restore it soon, but There is only one update for the time being today, but it is also a big single chapter (over 7K). Please forgive me, if you don’t enjoy watching it, it will be Nurgle’s fault! So adults, please ask for a monthly pass, please recommend, please subscribe, and help me restore the double update tomorrow after the Nurgle Garden is ransacked (in a physical sense), I wish you all a happy viewing today, and praise the light of the emperor! loyal! sincerity!

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If you say where the power center of the empire is, it must be Terra. There is no dispute about this issue, but if you want to say the center of power center on Terra, that place is not in the palace. After all, the emperor has sat on the throne for 10,000 years. A word was never spoken to his subjects, and the Custodians, who were responsible for conveying the Emperor's message, rarely left the palace.

So in fact the core of the empire's politics and all rights is here, in this magnificent meeting hall located in the magnificent high wall on the edge of the inner court of the imperial palace, surrounded by countless solid defense lines and gorgeous palaces like stars and moons. The High Lords Council Hall of Terra, this is the real power center of the empire.

It is the highest administrative body of the empire. Countless orders are issued from here. Key issues related to the life and death of the empire and all mankind are also discussed here. All powers of administration, legislation, army and state religion are controlled here. The leaders of the twelve most powerful organizations in the empire sit in the hall to lead.

Each of them governs one of the most powerful institutions in the empire. Millions, even tens of millions, hundreds of millions of servants and subordinates assist and obey their orders. They are absolutely under one person in the empire, ten thousand people Above, these mighty High Lords rule the Imperium in the name of the Emperor.

The vast majority of them rarely meet with the outside world, and even rarely meet with each other. Except for the routine meetings here, these empires have the highest power and can decide the lives and deaths of millions of people. They will all hide in the shadows, just like the twelve shadow leaders hiding in the shadows behind the huge body of the empire.

But there are exceptions, such as now, most people will attend the regular meeting of the high lord council, they will enter the round table under the huge dome, and sit there corresponding to each high lord. On the chair of the Lord, there are twelve high lords, and twelve chairs. Among them, the chair at the front of the central axis of the round table is always empty, which is a symbolic seat reserved for the emperor, but considering the old man of the emperor It's unlikely to get up from the throne and sit here for a meeting, so that seat is actually reserved for Imperial Regents appointed by the Emperor.

But the last time the Prince Regent sat on it, that is, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, the Emperor's thirteenth son, Robert Kiliman, attended the meeting last time, and it was ten thousand years ago. Legend has it.

Angwa sat at a corner of the huge round table, his elbows rested on the armrests of the black wooden chairs on both sides, and above his head, the letter i symbolizing the Tribunal was branded and engraved on the upper side of the chair sign.

The highest judge of the trial court, Angwa, a member of the High Lords Council, scanned the surroundings of the round table. His eyes scanned the old high lords. Each of them had quite old faces and wrinkled skin. With thick and obvious lines scattered on their faces, no matter how advanced the life extension technology is, these old people who have ruled the empire for nearly a thousand years can no longer conceal the fact of their aging.

Angwa is one of the youngest people here. He snorted in a low voice. He looked at these old lords. For thousands of years, they spent a huge amount of resources and wealth to purchase the most advanced life extension technology. , trying their best to prolong their lives and prolong the time for them to continue to control the supreme power of the empire. Some of them even implanted a large number of advanced implants into their bodies when the life extension technology came to an end and was almost exhausted. Exposed nutrient lines, and equipment cables make them look like fellow foundry generals.

How much can a person desire power? For the sake of power, they even go so far as to transform themselves so that they can hardly be seen as human beings, as if they are all monsters who came out of those terrible fables, twisted and deformed, covered by countless steel and indescribable derivatives , you can hardly see them clearly, it is hard to believe that it is a person sitting there instead of a terrible alien.

"It seems that some of our colleagues did not attend the meeting." The lord councilor sitting first on the left hand side of the emperor's seat said in a low voice that was almost unbelievably human. The next half belonged to humans, and the rest was covered by the machinery that continued his absurdly long life.

"Yes, Secretary of State Humphrey, our colleague Mars Foundry General Morgans, Chief Judge Gordon of the Ministry of Justice, and Master of the Assassins Eva did not attend the meeting."

The rogue trader sitting at the other end of the round table said this on behalf of the lord. He looked much younger than everyone else, which is not surprising. After all, people who work in the rogue trade generally cannot be too old. The lords can live in the high walls and shadows of Terra and manipulate everything. They need to sail the star sea to gain power. Anyone who leaves the starry sky and the merchant ship will be replaced quickly. He rarely attends the meetings of the High Lords Council, but luckily this time, he happened to be on Terra as well.

Although, to be precise, he came to take refuge in Terra in the midst of the crazy subspace storm and raging fire, but Angvar knew that everyone here was here to avoid the disaster, and between them There is no difference between them, only the degree of shamelessness.

"Did they tell you the reason? The lord meeting is not an insignificant meeting of our respective departments." Minister Humphrey continued to ask in a hoarse voice, and the mechanical eye on his right eye turned to look at the participants at the table Readers, when the first word is uttered by the person who speaks, his mechanical eyeballs immediately turn away.

Angvar cleared his throat, he leaned on his chair and looked at Minister Humphrey opposite him, "Grand Judge Gordon is busy with riots all over Terra, he and his members of the legal department are very busy , has no time to take care of the meeting, and Master Eva is busy arranging the assassination of the leaders of the rebels, and other things."

"A few other things?" Humphrey asked, rolling his mechanical eyeballs, his voice was like scratching with a knife on a piece of sandpaper.

Angvar shrugged helplessly, looking quite worried. He had to say that he would be a good actor if he didn't work as a judge, and his talent was quite suitable for his job. He was worthy of the leader of the trial court. one duty.

"You know, the Order of Assassins never tells us what they're doing, it's old practice, and so does our friend Forge General, even if the Martian says it, we can't understand it, I guess he's working on his machine now If you want to know what to teach in the temple, you can send someone to ask after the meeting."

Minister Humphrey looked at Angvar in silence for a moment, then he slowly turned to another empty chair, which was the position of the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Army. Of course, it was unsurprisingly empty. The leader and the high lord have not participated in the meeting for thousands of years, and everyone is used to the chair being empty, just like the emperor's seat is empty.

"Maybe I will, but now let's start today's topic, Ms. Natasha, can the Star Language Institute contact the outer fleet? Especially the tauren war group, the Astrion Moloch war group Has the Master received the Astrogram from the Council summoning him to return to Terra?"

"No, Minister Humphrey, not yet. According to your request, we have communicated with the Tauren battle group to convey your recall order, but I can't confirm whether the astronomical language has been distorted in the chaos of the warp space storm. I The only thing that is certain is that Chapter Master Moloch received the news, and his last report that he will return to Terra immediately with the regiment, and then lost contact with us because of the storm."

"The Institute of Navigation and we believe that Captain Moloch and his Tauren battle group, like the imperial fleet that has also received news of their return to defense, are being blocked by the Chaos army outside the solar system and are struggling to march towards Terra But we do not know how long it will take for them to break through the storm and endless foe that thwarts the all-seeing eye that the Emperor has given us."

The blind Ms. Astropathic Dean spoke softly, her voice was like a flirtatious feather floating in the air, her silver hair was braided behind her head, and she sat in her seat wearing a plain gray-white astropathic robe.

"The storm is still so powerful that it can swallow all souls and wills. Several astropaths under my command who tried to penetrate the storm to contact the tauren battle group and the outer fleet were all swallowed up. They executed, and we must thank the Emperor for keeping us safe from that throne and keeping Terra safe."

The pope of the state religion beside her raised his old, almost withered arm and shouted hoarsely, "Praise the light of the emperor! We must pray to him, and now only he can save us from fire and water! We must stay Be by his side, by the palace, the only way to be redeemed! I will gain his favor, I am his chosen one! His God's Chosen! God Emperor!"

Angvar looked at the aging Pope, his body was almost as old as a dead wood, and his thin face had exhausted his spirit. His spirit was already extremely disordered, and he would often shout out some illogical words , like all old people, but even so the Pope refused to give up his rights, he has occupied the position of Pope of the State Church for almost a thousand years, and in order to maintain that position he can, and does, only a heretic and a traitor can do made.

Whenever he does those shameful things, such as being the pope of the state religion, since the densely united Genestealer sect hiding in the depths of Terra's hive capital, creating a massacre while his church rivals are preaching in Middle Hive, Killed the priest and all the listeners around him, just to keep his position.

And whenever he did this kind of thing, he would lock himself in his church and pray crazily to the emperor. Angvar heard from the monks passing by that the words of the pope were almost lunatic. Jumping from question to question without logic or reason, he's still crazy, no doubt about it.

"Yes, Your Excellency, we should indeed stay with the Emperor, within the high walls of the palace, but we also need food and all supplies so that we and the other "Emperor's Chosen" can wait When the storm dies away and the Emperor's Redemption comes."

As Humphrey said, he raised his withered arm, with dense hoses inserted between the bones in his hand, and he stretched out his thin fingers towards the Lord Marshal of the Star Guards sitting at the opposite table, he was also quite old Now, there are countless hoses and external devices connected to his body. If it weren't for the large military uniform, you wouldn't recognize him as a person.

"Marshal Desmond, how much food have your soldiers collected? Is it enough for us?"

"I ordered my soldiers to collect a lot of supplies. The current statistics are enough for us to use for 80 years, but considering the past experience, the duration of the warp space storm may be as long as 100 years, and the current population consumption of Terra In terms of volume, our reserves are still far from enough.”

Desmond, who was like a mechanical beast, said dully. The Pope of the State Church who was a few seats away from him raised his arms and shouted. He stretched his hands to the mural above his head, the mural of the emperor.

"The Emperor will save their souls! We are sending them on the way of redemption, pure death! They will go to his side, and become eternal beside the throne! How I envy them, they are about to be redeemed !"

"Unfortunately, Pope, our salvation is not yet ready, so the marshal continued to order your soldiers to collect supplies and store them until they are enough for the palace to use for hundreds of years." Humphrey pointed to Desmond hoarsely. said, the latter nodded slightly, his head filled with countless pipes and cables shaking with the swing.

"But Minister Humphrey, this will lead to more rebellions. At present, there are riots everywhere in Terra. The Ministry of Justice and the Defense Force may not be able to stop the people who have completely lost all food and water. They will besiege the palace and even They will be joined by many Justice Ministry judges and guard soldiers."

Naval Lord Admiral Bona, who was sitting next to the Generalissimo of the Ministry of Military Affairs, said that he looked about the same age as Angvar, very young and in his prime, he was a newcomer, a newcomer who had just joined the High Lord The council, a member who has not yet lost his conscience, so he has always opposed the looting of materials like that from beginning to end, and he also refused to let his marines join in suppressing the riots, but devoted himself to the work of defending Terra.

Minister Humphrey looked at the Admiral of Bona and was silent for a moment. His mechanical eyes turned to look at Marshal Desmond beside him, "Marshal, do you have a way to deal with the dilemma that the Admiral is worried about?"

"Yes, I suggest that the naval fleet carry out orbital bombing of the hive areas where the rebels are currently concentrated on Terra, and wipe out all the rebels in the hive areas. If the final bombing results are not as expected, order the fleet to carry out global bombing. Bomb, carry out carpet bombing of the area outside the palace, and wipe out all the rebels."

Angvar frowned immediately after hearing Desmond's crazy plan, and the admiral stood up in shock, he slammed the table and looked at Desmond beside him, "The Emperor! Are you crazy?! Bombing all of Terra? Do you know how many innocent people who did not participate in the riots will die? And your own soldiers! The Ministry of Justice and the Defense Force are still outside!"

"We must sacrifice them so that the rioters will not discover our plan. When your fleet is bombed, Terra will be safe, and the remaining food can be supplied to part of your fleet." Desmond Said in a cold voice, he didn't seem to feel any discomfort at all because of his crazy plan, maybe he didn't realize what he just said.

"What about the rest of the fleet? What do you want me to do with them? Order the naval fleets to fire at each other to sink and kill all the "excess" fleets? Have you lost your mind?! We will not be able to defend Terra!" Bona The admiral stood up and punched the table. He looked at Sethmon next to him and couldn't believe what he just said.

"We can rely on the palace's void shield and orbital defense system to hold on. Ten thousand years ago, Terra defended the wartime palace and saved the voters in the high wall. This time it will be the same. In order to defend the emperor, we must Do it."

Desmond said coldly, his mechanically modified syllables were spoken word by word, which made Bona on one side almost stare at the Marshal of the Star Forces in front of him with wide eyes, he couldn't imagine how he said it That crazy plan, while at the same time, the Anglican pope beside him continued to shout with crazy words.

The pope shouted, waving his withered arms, "All this is the emperor's will! We must sacrifice the lamb! Yes, yes, so that the true elect can live! Just like it is recorded in the Holy Word Just like that! Sacrifice! Only sacrifice can be exchanged for salvation, our salvation!"

"You're crazy Pope! You're completely crazy! Minister Humphrey, you don't want to adopt their plan, do you?" Bona looked at Minister Humphrey angrily, and the latter turned his mechanical eyes to look in front of him. Bona, he was silent for a moment and then gently put his hands on the table.

"It's the only way, Admiral, we have to do it, there's no other way."

"This will cause us to give up and lose all orbital defenses, as well as ground air defense weapon positions! We can only hide in the palace and wait for our fate! Especially like ours, we can't stop the Black Fleet from moving the planet killer, or similar Star Destroyers. When we reach Terra’s orbit, we can only watch them order the extermination of Terra! This will not protect the Emperor at all, it will only prolong the doomed destruction time! This is meaningless!”

Bona slammed his fist on the table. He turned his head and looked around at the other council members, "What about you? Don't tell me that you agree with this plan, this is heresy! This is a blatant betrayal of the empire!"

"Our first duty is to defend the Emperor, Admiral, so I think maybe this is the only option we have, and I regret sacrificing those outside the palace, but we have no choice in the current situation." Leader of the Rogue Traders Leaning on his own position, he spread his hands and said.

Bona looked at them in disbelief. The navy lord stood in front of his seat and looked around. These apexes of imperial power sat silently in their seats, and some even nodded their heads to show that recognized.

Bona looked at Angvar. He looked at Angvar who was sitting silently on the side frowning. The lord of the trial court shook his head slightly. , but before he could think or react, Humphrey stood up. Humphrey, who had almost completely turned into a machine, stood up, and the life-extending mechanical part of his body vibrated and rattled.

"I think this is the opinion of the whole council. Go and carry out the orders, Admiral, and remember that if you refuse to carry out the orders, there are many people in the Admiralty who will be more than happy to carry out the orders of the council and do their duty as Lord of the Navy. "

Humphrey looked at Boehner across the table and threatened him with an extremely cold voice. His meaning could not be more obvious. If Boehner refused to carry out, then they would replace Boehner, and then there would be countless eyes in the Admiralty. The generals in the naval leadership will replace Boehner, and then they will carry out the order. Nothing will change, except that Boehner himself may have no vital signs by then.

It was a blatant threat. Boehner watched the shameful Minister of State clenched his fist, while Humphrey looked at Boehner across the table with that half-human, half-mechanical face, "You understand Is it? General, do you understand your responsibilities?"

Bona looked at Humphrey clenched his fists. He wished he could kill that bastard right now, but he couldn't do it. He knew that if he refused on the spot, there would be a high probability that there would be someone loyal to the High Lord Council right outside the door. The guard rushed in and shot himself in the head, and then they took their place with someone else as a matter of course.

"Do you understand? Admiral."

"I"

Before Bona could speak, a holographic image flashed on the side of the round table. It was the image of the guard commander in the parliament hall. His bust flashed on the table. The commander saluted the high lords present. A salute, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but adults, you must evacuate immediately, we are under attack."

"Attack? Whose attack?" Humphrey asked looking at the image in front of him. The commander on the image immediately lowered his head. There was a continuous explosion sound beside him, and the flickering fire instantly illuminated his body. The face, the shining flame was also projected on the projection, illuminating the faces of the surrounding lords.

They all stood up, looking at the image in front of them, there were already dense gunshots, the captain lowered his body and looked to one side, another officer appeared on the edge of the image, he ran forward and shouted loudly report.

"The barricades have been destroyed, and the rebels are storming the parliament!"

The officer's report shocked all the high lords. They looked at each other in blank dismay. Humphrey and Desmond looked at the holographic projection again, "Who! Who are the rebels?!"

"The loyal disciple, my lord, it is the loyal disciple, and... the Emperor! It is forbidden!" Before the commander finished speaking, the image suddenly flickered and disappeared. The high lords present looked at each other in dismay, but soon They reacted. Although most of them are old, their thinking is still quick. After all, their bodies can age, but their minds can't. If they get old, they don't need rebels to kill themselves. The next internal traitor will take them out and take their place.

"Nasimov! It must be him! The Emperor! This idiot still doesn't understand our good intentions. He can join us and live until the reinforcements arrive." Desmond stood up like an armored beast and said, The Pope also stood up dancing, shouting frantically and waving his arms.

"Heretics! They are all heretics! Traitors! Kill them all! We must punish them on behalf of the emperor!" The pope shouted, but Desmond was not so crazy, but immediately looked at Humphrey who was on the side of the emperor's seat minister.

"The signal was cut off just now, which means that the communication between the entire parliament and the outside world has been cut off. We must evacuate immediately, and evacuate here before the rebels attack!"

"I agree, let's go." Humphrey said and left his seat. He dragged his bloated body and staggered towards the gate. The high lords behind him followed, and they bypassed The round table followed Humphrey to the exit of the parliament hall, but was blocked before reaching the door.

Angwa walked to the door from one side with his hands behind his back. He stood in front of the door and blocked the way of the high lords. Desmond watched the lords of the trial court who were blocking the way stop. He looked at the trial in front of him. The leader of the court was silent for a moment and then shook his arm violently, "Get out of the way! Lord Angwar, get out of the way immediately!"

"I'm afraid not. My lords, you have to stay here." Angvar stood motionless at the door, blocking the exit. He calmly looked at the people in front of him with his hands behind his back. Desmond looked at the leader of the trial court in front of him. He frowned suddenly.

"You organized the rebellion, right? Angvar! You are with the rebels outside!" Desmond pointed at the Grand Inquisitor in front of him and yelled sharply, and the Pope beside the Marshal of the Star Militia became even more crazy Getting up, he pointed his scrawny arm at Angvar and screamed.

"Heretic! Traitor! Kill him! Kill him! Guards! Kill this heretic!" the Pope roared madly, while Angvar smiled. A little sympathy.

"No, they won't come in, because they'll get in the way of the man who's coming to see you, and you're all going to stay here and wait for him to see you."

As soon as the Grand Inquisitor finished speaking, the lords looked at each other, and then Humphrey slightly raised his half-mechanized face to look at Angvar.

"Who? Who's coming here to meet us?"

"A god."

"Lie!" The Pope yelled. He came forward with a golden ornate cane. He waved his withered finger and pointed at Angvar in front of the door. "There is only one god in this world! That is the Emperor! Except him , only he can receive us!"

"Oh, believe me, my dear Pope, what you said is absolutely right." Angvar smiled and stood in front of the gate and slowly raised his arms, and the gate behind him opened at this time.

"He is the voice of the emperor, the representative of the supreme will, now, be received by him." Angvar said, stepped back a few steps to one side when it was opened, and walked into a door that opened behind him. A tall figure, a giant with a golden halo burning behind his head, stepped into the council hall.

Dozens of imperial guards walked in behind him. Trajan, the commander of the imperial guards wearing white lion fur, led dozens of golden armored guards standing behind him. Behind the mighty giant, the golden giant stood in front of the high lords, silently overlooking them.

Angvar stood beside him and said loudly, standing in front of the Custodians raised his arms and proclaimed loudly like a messenger announcing the divine residence, "Kneel down, kneel down to the Emperor's Supreme Marshal, because everyone My lord, your day of judgment has come."

The high lords looked at the stalwart golden man, who was staring at them, gazing at them with those golden eyes.