Chapter 1 01.0001: "It's really lucky to be in jail right after traveling through time"

The Empire's hazy star field, the Gothic sector.

In the capital planet Abyss Port, inside an armed escort vehicle with the emblem of the Hive Marshals.

"Verify the prisoner's information. Name: Horatio Cochrane, physical age: 16, identity: PW-P-15, leader of the 'labor gang' in the giant starport cargo area, arrested six months ago, suspected of murder, smuggling, organizing strikes and other crimes, sentenced: death penalty...

The information is correct, report to Ms. Hu De, the legal department specialist. "

[death penalty?]
The sensitive words touched Horatio's professional instincts.

The hood was roughly pulled off, and in the closed space, foul air mixed with the stench of sweat and rottenness went straight into the nose.

A beam of dazzling light hit Horatio's thin but handsome face, and before he could dodge subconsciously, his dry eyelids were roughly pulled open.

His dark blue eyes glanced around uneasily. He swallowed, but it felt like he was swallowing a razor blade, and his body felt exhausted as if it was falling apart.

"Pupil verification confirms that it's me." The bright light of the flashlight finally disappeared from his sight.

Horatio paused for a long time. In his blurred vision, he saw the metal prosthetic limb and the shackles on his natural left arm. He instantly realized that the prisoner these people were talking about was actually himself.

[I traveled through time...?]
He vaguely remembered that he was hit by a large transport truck that cut in on the road while assisting in a car chase, but other than that he had lost most of his memories, even his real name.

Before he could be surprised, a surge of memories flooded into his mind like a torrent.

Through these memories, Horatio received information that left him dumbfounded.

Cloud Hammer, who was made into a meme by his friends in the group, has arrived at the end of the 41st millennium in the Warhammer world.

What is this concept?
The great Emperor who symbolized light and hope and led mankind to launch the Great Galactic Crusade, had already been stabbed on the Golden Throne, which was jokingly called the "Golden Toilet", by his 16th son Horus, the former Imperial Warmaster, in a great rebellion years ago.

Each of the Primarchs who were as powerful as demigods either rebelled, disappeared, or fell into dormancy.

Without the guidance of the Emperor and the Primarch, advanced technology not only failed to lead mankind into a greater and more glorious era, but instead, amidst rigidity and blind faith, caused the entire human civilization to fall into the darkest abyss.

If I say that I was born in an extremely involutionary era in my previous life, with fierce competition in all walks of life, at least I had basic human rights and survival guarantees.

But in this dark and desperate 41st millennium, people can be devoured alive both physically and spiritually.

What's even worse is.

It seemed that only a few years had passed since the 'invincible' Sky Braid launched the 13th Black Crusade against the Empire and the planet Cadia was bombed into a void mine.

[It’s fine if I’ve come to this world where people hate dogs, and I’ve accepted this time point where life is worse than death, but how can a dignified coastal law enforcement officer like me become a death row inmate the moment I open my eyes?!]
Horatio's eyes went dark. This was really a dump truck that hit him - a stroke of luck.

Before he hit upon his "good fortune", he was a law enforcement officer whose main job was to enforce the law and deal with emergencies along the coast, a member of the Gutella Orthodox Eagle Flag with a good family background!

When law enforcement officers become prisoners, anyone would be devastated.

Horatio cried out in his heart, almost screaming, "I have served the Empire, I have shed blood for Terra! You can't do this to me, I want to see the God-Emperor! I want to see the God-Emperor!"

Although the gap was huge, as Horatio slowly let out a breath, his mentality also adjusted.

He had a very good psychological quality and did not cry bitterly, complain to himself, or wait for death in despair like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on.

He wanted to know what happened before and after to see if he could use his extensive legal knowledge to defend himself and get a reduced sentence.

When I looked through my memory, oh my god, it was a complete disaster.

He actually traveled through time and space and became the 'youngest famous gang boss in history'.

This young man lost his memory in a plane crash eight years ago. After enduring an extremely miserable life in an orphanage, he struggled for five years in Zhongxiachao. At the age of 15, he led the exploited port workers to emerge from various gangs, and became the 'King of the Port' by his own ability, bringing a brief light to the chaotic port residents.

Those killed were all the most heinous criminals. The so-called smuggling was nothing more than directly buying goods from manufacturers and selling them to the poor. As for organizing strikes, it was even more outrageous to the public.

The reason why he attracted the attention of the law enforcement department of the hive city was mainly because he had touched the cake of some people, not because he had committed many evil deeds.

They planned to capture him hundreds of times, but each time he was cleverly evaded and their attempts were in vain.

He was finally caught when someone was in danger and was locked up for a year. Then, for some unknown reason, the Ministry of Justice took over his handling from the Nest City Marshals.

Horatio's breathing became ragged, knowing exactly what this meant.

Not to mention a reduced sentence, I didn't even have the chance to defend myself.

If he couldn't escape now, once he entered the Ministry of Justice fortress, he would be unable to escape even if he had wings.

Horatio twirled the ring on the iron middle finger and took a deep breath.

[We need to think of a way...]
He turned his tired eyes and glanced around cautiously.

A car full of armed men, masked and helmeted, fully armed.

He was tightly sandwiched between two larger men, experiencing firsthand the feeling of "survival in the cracks". It was unlikely that he could escape violently.

Through the words on the armbands of their uniforms, he could tell that those in black and white striped uniforms were the Hive City Marshals, and the two silver-armored men holding him were the escorts from the Imperial Law Department.

The escorts' fingers were on the triggers of their automatic rifles, ready for action. Even through their helmets, one could feel their oppressive, cold gazes.

Based on his intuition from so many years as a law enforcement officer, Horatio always felt that there was something indescribably strange about the Hive City marshals sitting in the row opposite him.

——Their eyes were even more nervous than mine, a death row inmate.

Just as he was struggling to twist his body, trying to change to a slightly more comfortable position that would allow him to observe the entire interior of the vehicle, his elbow accidentally hit the waist of the escort on his left.

"What are you moving! You stinky maggots!" The escort who was squeezed beside him and hummed heavily, looking very impatient, suddenly got inexplicably furious. With a loud shout, he picked up the electric baton and hit Horatio on the head.

As a well-trained law enforcer, Horatio almost instinctively raised his arms to block.

Zila——!
The sound of metal colliding spread throughout the small carriage, and a blinding flash of lightning burst out the moment the riot baton and the metal prosthesis collided.

The escort was shocked - the battery of the riot baton in his hand ran out in an instant, but the boy was not hurt at all.

"I just fully charged it yesterday? Damn it, what did you do!" The escort pressed the riot stick in his hand, his face twisted with disbelief.

Horatio said nothing, snorted coldly and lowered his head.

"Hey, did you have another fight with your wife yesterday, bro?"

The escort sitting on Horatio's right snorted and reminded him, "Calm down, Miss Hood is here, look good, are you going to have a drink after get off work?"

"It's really a ghost...Hey!"

The escort who wanted to be fat Huo Xiao's vented, whispered uncomfortably, spit out a sullen breath, and sat back.

Horatio lowered his head, his blue eyes fixed on the prosthetic limb that had saved him.

hum-

The energy bar-like thing on the right prosthesis suddenly lit up and made a buzzing sound.

[This is?]
Before Horatio could become curious, he found himself in an unfamiliar space the next second.

The surroundings were as dark as ink, with no outline visible, only my body was glowing faintly.

Buzz—this strange sound again.

A broken mirror slowly formed in front of him, with strange symbols appearing on the surface, but soon, these symbols were rearranged into a low Gothic language that Horatio could recognize -

『+Confirmed: Son of Darkness+』

『+ Status: Activated+』

『+Energy: 1/6+』

『+Psychic Power: 5/6+』

+Corruption: 1/6+

『+Soul Fire: 9/10+』

After a quick inspection, Horatio's eyes widened in astonishment. This turned out to be a talent tree, and there was something like an experience bar next to it.

The experience bar is now only a little bit away from being full, and the first skill in the talent tree has also been activated.

It is a primary skill called "Omen Fragment".

"Consume one grid of energy, one grid of psychic energy, and increase one grid of corruption to reveal fragments of events you want to know in the short term. Passive: There will be signs when fatal danger occurs..." Horatio slowly read out the Low Gothic language displayed above.

[Come on, let me see how things turn out.]
Horatio stretched out his iron hand, and the accumulated energy transformed from his fingertips into a warm current that was injected into the fragments. The black and purple grid bar symbolizing corruption silently rose one level.

Several bizarre and fragmented images flashed before my eyes. Although they were brief, the information they contained was shocking enough.

It turns out that the hive marshals around him are all fakes. They want to use Horatio as a demon host to summon the Slaanesh demon to the world.

[Is this what will happen in the future...?] Horatio frowned.

As a time traveler, Horatio found it incredible, but the memory of the original owner of the body was not unfamiliar.

In his memory, he was chasing after a cultist who was performing a ritual, but was suddenly attacked by a monster. After being injured and losing an arm, he hid in an abandoned monastery of saints. He got this prosthetic limb from the saint's coffin, and after the transplant was activated, this special ability called "omen fragment" was activated.

Unfortunately, he had lost too much blood at the time, and even though he had predicted the actions of the Nest City marshals, he was eventually arrested and imprisoned.

After realizing that he was on a shuttle to hell, cold sweat ran down Horatio's temples, and he stared nervously at the row of fakes opposite.

[…I must live on.]
Chi la——

Horatio's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden opening of the rear hatch.

A woman suspended in the air with a jet pack slowly landed on the floor of the car, as light as a dragonfly touching the water.

"Miss Hood." The two escorts greeted in unison.

In order to be on guard and to prevent the prisoners from drawing the pistols at their waists the moment they stood up, they only performed a simple salute.

Horatio turned his head to look at the newcomer.

Her head and face were covered with an advanced holographic combat analyzer and a high-level air filter, so her features could not be seen. She wore a tailor-made, finely crafted carapace armor, which bore many battle scars but could be kept clean.

Because it was custom-made, the breastplate was modeled one-to-one to fit the body shape. When combined with the black advanced tactical tights she was wearing, this woman appeared tall, graceful and heroic.

Although the girl is beautiful, she gives people an inexplicable feeling of disgust, making people instinctively want to stay away from her.

Horatio looked her up and down warily. Although she was mature in figure, judging from her temperament, she should be a younger girl, perhaps not much older than himself.

But, since she is a commissioner of the Ministry of Justice, why isn't she dressed like Robocop like the Arbitrator of the Ministry of Justice?

And why did the escort call her "Miss" instead of her title?
The girl approached him and examined something with the analyzer on her head.

Horatio remained calm, and his handcuffed fingers skillfully and deftly made a series of police sign language.

【There is a ghost. 】

He was gambling, gambling that 'the laws of our ancestors cannot be changed'.

The other party took a deep breath and clenched his fists, looking quite unhappy with the meaning of his little action.

Horatio was observing his opponent's every move, and when the other party snorted coldly, he leaned back in an instant and avoided the punch that was heading for his nose.

Boom!
After the punch missed, the girl was like an angry lion. She easily grabbed Horatio, who had been living in the den for a long time and was not much older than her, and slammed him against the bulkhead.

"You are the only one here who has betrayed the Empire, Condemned Inmate 24601. Who allowed you to use our sign language?"

After the sound passes through the sound array device of the respirator, even though it becomes rough due to electromagnetic noise, it is still as clear and pleasant as a bell.

"You bastard, the person standing in front of you is the daughter of the famous Captain Alexander Hood, the Vigilante Hunter of the Imperial Law Department, Her Excellency Farida Hood. Who the hell are you calling the traitor?"

The grumpy older brother nearby also saw his little action and loudly scolded Horatio, with the spare electric baton in his hand crackling.

Faced with such a lengthy introduction, Horatio pursed his lips helplessly.

It turns out he is a vigilante hunter. No wonder he is not wearing the standard armor of the Arbitrator, although the one he is wearing is much better.

There are many noble children living in the top area who, for various reasons, want to get a set of cutting-edge customized equipment and join the battle.

For the purpose of mutual benefit and win-win, the Gothic Law Department has formed an official hunting vigilante team dedicated to handling medium and low intensity operations that require high-tech support.

By the way, it is also a good opportunity to gild these young people so that they can have a good label when they officially enter the military and political system in the future.

But she was so young and obviously did not have the experience of the arbitrators. Considering the cultists' conspiracy, the purpose of sending her to be in charge of the escort was obvious.

[There is a traitor in your department, so they sent you here.] Horatio sighed with sarcasm and helplessness.

Even though he knew he might get beaten, he knew even more clearly that if he didn't do something now, the scenes he saw in his mind would become reality and everyone would die.

He didn't want to be buried with him.

In order to avoid being heard by the inner ghost, he continued to use sign language to gesture: [Leave here, call for reinforcements. ]

However, the next second, the escort's electric baton hit his waist.

Horatio tried hard to block with his prosthetic limbs, but the handcuffs restricted his movement and he was unfortunately stabbed.

"Ugh..." The stinging pain from the electric shock, accompanied by a feeling of numbness, swept across the body. The numbness was unbearable, and it was truly a state of ecstasy.

Buzz—the empty energy bar lights up again.

"Do you think anyone from the 'Labor Gang' will save you?" The Huntress grabbed Horatio by the collar, stared into his eyes, and her voice became particularly gloomy.

"I can tell you very clearly, Horatio Cochrane. The criminal power you built has collapsed, the industry has been divided up by other gangs, and it has bred a lot of maggots that we need to deal with later. But before that, the Sword of Law will punish you."

"Don't you find it strange that I was suddenly transferred to the Ministry of Justice after being detained for a year?"

Horatio spoke in a low voice, so low that only the Huntress could hear it through the radio system.

The huntress loosened her grip on his collar.

The young man's words really hit the nail on the head.

Normally, when the Ministry of Justice faces gangsters, they will kill them first and then conduct an investigation, or let the gangs send the bounty-bearing bodies over themselves.

The precious cell space in the fortress needs to be reserved for top criminals who have committed heinous crimes and have committed countless crimes.

The scum caught by the Hive Enforcement Department will never be transferred to the Ministry of Justice.

So she was puzzled for a while after receiving the briefing.

"I'll find out in the torture chamber of the Ministry of Justice."

Horatio snorted coldly, staring at the Lady Huntress's tactical eyepiece with his cold and serious blue eyes.
"Because this car can't even reach the Ministry of Justice. Think about it, why didn't the row of Hive Marshals across the street respond to my police tactical sign language?"

The huntress realized something instantly and let go of Horatio. Before she could react, her arms were pulled behind her back.

The Nest City bailiff sitting opposite suddenly stood up, one of them pulled out a large-caliber heavy-loaded pistol, and pulled the trigger directly at the face of the escort on the right.

boom!
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