Chapter 191 03.0190: "When the Demon Court Comes Knocking"

In the nightmare, Farida held the gun stiffly.

The slender hand kept shaking as he tried to pull the trigger.

Suddenly, a warm force wiped away the tears on her face and took the gun.

Pulled her out of the nightmare.

Farida opened her eyes suddenly and gasped.

With messy hair, she stared blankly at the scene in front of her.

His eyes quickly swept left and right.

Yes, this is her bedroom.

Her frightened eyes fell on the bed.

There were dark and red bloodstains on the bedding, and tattered black stockings on the legs...it was a mess.

It was clearly her first time, but due to that terrible nightmare, her pale face was completely bloodless.

Not to mention the blush.

She got out of bed, and despite her stiffness and soreness, she stumbled towards the window.

When Horatio started the hovercraft provided to him by the Navy Department, the beautiful figure of a young girl appeared behind him.

The young man in a neat uniform drove slowly into the distance and gradually disappeared from her sight.

She saw the letter he left behind, her eyes were cold, her heart was tangled and she bit her lip with reluctance.

It was raining, and the raindrops were big and dense, as if crying for her tragic life and fate.

Boom boom boom!
Suddenly, there was a knock on her door.

Girl, no.

The woman turned her head in panic and instinctively tried to find fabric to cover her naked body.

"What's the matter?" Her hoarse voice revealed the texture of a mature woman's fine wine.

"Several gentlemen, I want to see you, young lady."

"No! Also, please call me Ms. Hood from now on." Farida refused resolutely.

"But, little, no, ma'am, they said that if you don't see them, they will bring someone in on their own initiative."

"audacious in the extreme!"

Farida roared and scolded, her eyes like an angry lioness:

"Who gave these guys the courage to do whatever they want when my father is not around?"

The butler's voice sounded a little pale and weak, which was a rare situation.

"Among these gentlemen, there is an Inquisitor and several naval military inspectors. They said they came to investigate your father's case."
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A heavy rain poured down on the car, and Horatio drove the hover car through the dense traffic of the metropolis, driving very carefully.

Otherwise, the wipers will not have enough time to wipe the dirty raindrops on the windshield, causing a car accident.

Gunfire and explosions can still be heard faintly in the distance. This started last night.

The followers of Khorne will not give up on causing destruction on the ground just because of the failure of the void war.

The Empire's army was still fighting against these chaos makers. The battle lasted for a whole day and a whole night.

The encirclement and suppression troops have been replaced several times, but they are still facing many difficulties on the road to attacking the middle and lower nests.

Those places where the law has no foothold have never been the home turf of the imperial army.

Horatio's mind was pondering the next implications of this incident.

With the exception of Vice Admiral Hood, whose life or death was unknown, the Imperial Navy generally succeeded in minimizing its losses.

On the Retribution-class battleship, only the command bridge was damaged.

With the productivity of the largest void dock in Abyss Port, it will take at most one year to complete the repairs and refurbish the equipment on the Holy Will.

The Gothic fleet did not lose this valuable capital ship.

At the same time, this incident is like adding fuel to the fire.

What was originally just the efforts of Vice Admiral Hood has now become the top priority of the entire fleet - to eradicate hidden dangers and threats.

At the same time, pressure from public opinion and superiors made the fleet unable to raise its head.

The fleet needs to explain to its superiors and the next in line, as the subsequent adverse effects are far more serious than the direct losses.

This is not just a matter of reputation being greatly reduced, but also involves the future of the entire fleet.

In the hazy rain and fog, Horatio looked at the huge electronic screen on the building and the voices coming from the loudspeaker array.

"Yesterday, terrorists attacked churches in many places in Abyssal Port. The Imperial Navy, the Imperial Guard, the Sisters of Battle, the Ministry of the Interior, the State Church... with their determination to win and their fearless spirit, they defended the sacred faith of each and every one of us. They thwarted the enemy's conspiracy!"

"It is reported that the battleship Sacred Will has returned to port for repairs due to a malfunction after setting sail. But the expedition will continue! Baron Bridges Rodney will personally lead his fleet to support the Fortress Fleet! Victory belongs to the Empire, and the Divine Emperor will bless His Navy!"

The propaganda machine of Abyss Port has been working tirelessly to spread official news in order to cover up yesterday's tragedy.

But not all calibers are consistent, because the Imperials are not blind.

After all, Abyss Harbor is an important waterway from the Obscure Star Region to the Extreme Star Region. When the interception fleet dragged the Retribution-class battleship with its bridge blown beyond recognition back to the starport, hundreds of millions of crew members and passengers would have witnessed it, and public opinion would eventually become public.

The Ministry of the Interior is just buying time for the Navy, and the Gothic Fleet must make a public statement on this matter.

But apparently, the fleet wasn't ready.

Administrative public relations require no less careful consideration than the various aspects that need to be considered in preparing for a large-scale fleet battle.

Random and reckless public relations will only push the situation into a worse abyss.

While the Gothic Fleet was silent, small media outlets on the in-car channel were discussing the matter.

The bureaucrats in the Ministry of the Interior knew that suppressing the news would not work, so they passed the buck to the Imperial Navy.

Information from the building:

"When a merchant ship passed by the Sacred Will, it found traces of explosion and burning on the bridge? What exactly happened in this accident? The Gothic Sector Admiralty has not yet given an official explanation. Do you want to know more?"

On the screen, a large group of reporters blocked the front of the Admiralty Building and threw a lot of questions to Admiral Lord Venuska Katalia, who was wearing a windproof cloak and had just stepped out of a special car.

The Lord Admiral ignored him, walked up the steps with a face as tight as steel, and saluted the officers he met.

Horatio could imagine that the bureaucrats behind him were already shouting excitedly: "My mission is accomplished! I helped to cover the fleet, but whether you live or die in the end is up to you. It has nothing to do with our Ministry of the Interior."

He received a text message transmitted via an encrypted signal.

The Inquisitor chose the "Sky Cage" of the Admiralty as the meeting place.

He seemed to have made this eerie interrogation cage his base.

But this did not surprise Horatio; it was even very much like the style of the Inquisition judge.

According to Commodore Peru, this gentleman arrived here not much earlier than he himself got off the warship yesterday.

In many cases, he even needs to tell the judge in person.

He felt a slight headache, not sure if it was because of the crazy night yesterday or if it was just a natural headache at the thought of meeting the Inquisitor.
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Farida put on her uniform, put her sword in her pocket, and walked down the stairs with a gloomy face, looking quite imposing.

Due to the pressure from the court and the Military Supervisory Committee, the old butler had to invite these bigwigs in and take a seat first.

Seeing the female officer coming down from upstairs, a female naval inspector wearing a white-brimmed military cap with gold tassels stood up from the sofa and saluted Farida.

She was about thirty years old, and her military uniform was very straight.

He was wearing the iconic attire of a naval fleet inspector: a wide-brimmed military cap with gold tassels and white brims, a clean and majestic white high-collared jacket, a pair of crimson gloves, ink-black breeches that were ironed flat, and a pair of shiny black patent leather boots on his feet, looking mighty and tough.

The black, white and gold color scheme is the exact opposite of the black and red attire of the Astra Militarum Inspectorate, and the color scheme is more like the wide-brimmed hats worn by naval officers from the 20th and 21st centuries of Ancient Terra.

The cap bands below the cap tiles are attached to the cap bands representing the colors of the fleets. The Gothic fleet is dark green.

"Hello, Candidate Officer Hood. I am Cameron, a member of the Gothic Sector Navy Military Supervisory Committee, a genuine red rank, equivalent to a commodore."

"Hello, what can I do for you?" Farida still had a sullen face and frowned as she saluted the female military supervisor.

"Who is this……"

"I will do it myself."

A middle-aged man with a stern face, as if he was owed billions of dollars in debt, stood up. He looked tall and majestic, and his serious face was covered with battle scars, as if each one was telling of his dedication to the empire.

"I am William Carter, an Inquisitor of the Order of the Hammer. You may not know this, but the order I belong to has a more understandable name, the Ordo Malleus.

Among them, my master's branch comes from Inquisitor Fidis Falconet Hoster, who should be very familiar to those of you who grew up in the Gothic Sector. "

The man had a gloomy face and stared at Farida's nervously wrinkled eyes with his purple eyes that came from Khadia, as if he was looking at a chicken that could be crushed to death with just one hand.

Perhaps because he learned from a famous master, this man revealed an unpleasant and unruly tone between the lines.

Farida had, of course, heard of Inquisitor Hoster.

During the Gothic War, the famous Inquisitor who reconciled various forces and ultimately turned the tide for the Imperial Army, was known throughout the Gothic Sector and even to this day as Feddis Falconet Hoster.

This made her feel an invisible and huge pressure.

"Did a demon appear in Abyss Harbor yesterday?"

"Your Excellency the Inquisitor, I am only a low-ranking naval trainee officer and do not know anything about this matter. You can go to the Admiralty to ask. I do not know what demons are."

Farida was very displeased by the man's stare. His cold purple eyes made her feel uncomfortable all over. Her words and actions were only necessary and respectful.

"No, you won't be a naval officer any time soon."

Farida frowned.

"what?"

"You will serve as a member of the military inspection department as a loyal heir and become a member of the naval fleet's military inspection committee," said the female military inspection committee member named Camelin.

　Hammer Order (Demon Court): A collection of the crazy people written by GW, a typical negative example. The conservatives of this order think you are not radical enough. Pol Pot is considered a mild case. This is a crazy order that can work with the Grey Knights to label the Space Wolves as traitors, open fire on the wolf cubs, and cause the "Month of Shame", where "everyone is right, but everyone is hurt".

　　To this day, Wolf Cub is still furious when he looks at the Demon Court and the Grey Knights.

　　Representative figure: Gisnaros, who was killed by a wolf cub with an axe.

　　Whenever this order appears in the GW plot, I have never seen a few who were not killed by their own people (laughs)
　　The protagonist went to see the inquisitor of another order.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)