Chapter 194 03.0193: "Racing against Death"

"That is to say, Lieutenant General Hood has a list."

"Yes."

"Then the mutineers acted strangely."

Horatio nodded.

"Now you know why Commodore Peru allowed you to board the ship after the battle of the Angelus Church without waiting for the investigators to come." The man wiped the ash from the cigarette on his fingertips and said seriously:

"These people will not hesitate, no matter how desperate, to eliminate anyone who threatens their existence.

My ally promptly gave me a prophecy, which simply stated that the only surviving heir of the legendary Admiral Speyer would not die in battle in a blaze of glory, but would be humiliated by a sneak attack and stabbing by a villain.

Even the person behind the scenes paid for this with nothing more than a fanatic believer whose brain was bewitched into a mess. The exchange of these two lives sounds like a funny joke. "

After saying that, he snorted coldly.

Horatio could imagine the scene.

When I walked down the red carpet and approached the Anglican priest to be consecrated and baptized.

He was suddenly stabbed in the back and chest by a fanatic who rushed out from the crowd, his eyes swollen and bloodshot, foam at the corners of his mouth, and unconscious.

His body fell in a pool of blood, with the last breath hanging in his lungs. He died alone and in pain amid the panic and screams of the crowd.

"Do you think there are traitors in the state religion?"

"I'm sure it's in there. But there's more to it than that."

The judge stubbed out his cigarette.

“When you find a bed bug in your home, it often means there’s already a colony of bed bugs somewhere in the dark.

That's why I want to work with you. Most people only know how terrible the Inquisition is, but they don't know how difficult our job is."

"Don't you have the highest authority granted by the Emperor?"

"We do, but so what? My teacher once had many amazing students, but now I am the only one who is still alive and serving the God-Emperor." Inquisitor Ravenno said, pointing to his chest.

"I have heard of cases where some Inquisitors used their power beyond the necessary limits and were judged and executed by their colleagues who remained loyal to their duties."

Horatio followed suit and put out his cigarette.

“What you heard is correct.

The more we expose ourselves as inquisitors, the less we will be able to find out, and we will be killed from behind by others who are interested, or even by our colleagues who have evidence against us."

Inquisitor Ravenno revealed the truth in just one sentence.

The judge is not as people imagine, holding the imperial sword and doing whatever he wants.

Those who survived and became legendary judges needed to find reliable collaborators on the local planet, have a strong and versatile team, and maintain a wise and clear mind...

If you are not careful and take a wrong step, the price you pay is the annihilation or even torture of your soul, and you will never be freed in the evil god's soul purgatory.

Of course, Horatio also knew that the Inquisitors were roughly divided into the Pure Faction and the Radical Faction.

Every Inquisitor has his or her own little secrets, which are enough to attract other Inquisitors to come to their door, pry open their heads, and judge them.

Inquisitor Ravenno, who had a cooperative relationship with the aliens, was also considered by some other Inquisitors to be the kind of person who deserved to have his head cut open.

After all, the Puritan Inquisitors don't care about any hidden reasons or the rhetoric of "this is also serving the Empire."

In their eyes, this was betrayal.

[No sacrifice is too great to accept, no betrayal is too small to forgive.]

——Chapter 28 of the Doctrine of the Inquisition, The Order of Extermination.

"Our job is actually the most delicate matchmaking. We need to hide our identities, find and select the most reliable allies and partners. We need to unravel the mystery bit by bit, and finally get to the heart of the matter."

The judge poked the cigarette butt into the boat-shaped ashtray, and a strange light seemed to flicker in his eyes that were deep enough to see through everything.

"There are at least three Inquisitors coming to Abyssal Harbor this time. One from the Order of the Forbidden, one from the Order of the Rebellious, and one from the Order of the Holy Hammer."

[The Alien Court, the Heretic Court, the Demon Court.]
"Everyone has different teams with different focuses. But you Imperial Navy should be careful."

The man looked Horatio in the eye and warned:
"William Carter, Inquisitor of the Order of the Holy Hammer, the successor of Inquisitor Horst. However, unlike Inquisitor Horst, he is a steadfast and unruly Purist Inquisitor. He can sacrifice everything, even his own life, to implement what he calls 'justice'."

Horatio knew Horst.

Now Abyss Port is truly a gathering of heroes.

"Inside the Order, William Carter is an excellent inquisitor, but he is a nightmare to you."

"how do I say this?"

"The entire bureaucracy of the Ministry of the Interior is to blame for what happened in Abyss Port. In many cases during his hundred-year hunting career, he was used to leading the Military Supervisory Committee and the Storm Troopers to massacre the Ministry of the Interior and its subordinate departments. After purging enough people, the problem was at least solved in name only."

"Well, the Imperial Navy is also part of the Ministry of the Interior."

Horatio's heartstrings tightened, his breathing paused, and his mind quickly thought about what Pol Pot-like "big thing" this Inquisitor might do in Abyss Port.

"I have been with the Imperial Navy for as many years as I have owned this gun. Of course, it has been with the Imperial Navy longer than I have."

The man pulled a Scipio Navy pistol from its holster and laid it on the table.

The pistol was already very old, and the ceramsite guard on the grip with the Imperial Sky Eagle engraving and the Imperial Navy motto was missing.

In their place were two sculptures of human skulls with a thorny rose entwined between them, blooming over the empty eyes.

The terrifying blood represented by rubies drips from the petals, giving it a very bloody texture, looking both terrifying and beautiful.

Below the skull was a scrolled banner with a string of words inscribed on it. Horatio leaned forward and read it carefully.

That was a man's name - Greg Eisenhorn.

His experience in his previous life made him recognize this gun immediately. It was the gun that the famous Inquisitor Eisenhorn used when he became famous.

It was the deceased Inquisition servant Weiben who created the unique emblem on the handle for him.

The legendary pistol that he had only heard of now actually appeared before him. The shock made Horatio feel as if he was in a trance and had a sense of unreality.

"I know the loyalty and discipline of the Imperial Navy officers and men, and I also know the importance of the Gothic Fleet to the Empire.

So we have to hurry up, otherwise..."

The man put his navy pistol back into the holster. "Even if we clear out the traitors, all of you Gothic Fleet members will be executed by the Inquisitor."

He said the most terrifying words in the most calm tone: "After all, as long as we kill everyone, we will naturally kill all the traitors. This is also a last resort.

Even if the Inquisitor will pay the price with his life. But you know, not all Inquisitors care about their own lives, especially when they are blinded by the "justice" in their eyes. "

"Does he bother you, too?"

"He has always wanted to find evidence of my cooperation with the aliens. So no matter what I am dealing with, he will follow me and stare at me, hoping to seize the opportunity to find evidence of my cooperation with the aliens and then make a hole in my head.

Of course, whether it's Eisenhorn, Gideon Ravenor, or me. Our faction cannot do without cooperation with the aliens, and we have the most Inquisitors who have been labeled as heretics by the Inquisition."

“That’s definitely the most.”

After all, both masters had been labeled heretics, and each had been labeled heretic twice.

“The reason why I’m telling you so much today is not only because you are the attendant of the Inquisition recommended by Brigadier General Peru, but also because you are the one chosen by the Prosthetic Limb.

I believe you will do great things in your future, Mr. Horatio Cochrane.

Before you accumulate enough strength, I will secretly protect you on behalf of the Inquisition on behalf of the Divine Emperor. Of course, I may change people later."

The man smiled and said:

“Now, let’s work together to solve the problem at hand.

According to the rules of the Inquisition, when multiple inquisitors intervene in the same incident, whoever catches the conspiracy participant first has the right to interrogate first.

So now we are in a situation where we are not only racing against time with the enemy, but we are also racing against time with my colleagues.”

"How long do we have?" Horatio asked, looking at the man.

“You have two time points as a reference.”

Horatio frowned.

"First, before William Carter kills all the officers of the Gothic Fleet. From what I know about him, he will first go to the Ministry of the Interior, and then the Imperial Navy."

"The second one is before the State Church crowns you a 'Saint' in the near future."

"Have you received the news?" Horatio frowned slightly.

"This is inevitable, given my understanding of the state religion. The collective awarding and commendation of the Admiralty will also be held at this ceremony. I think it will be a grand ceremony.

But you and I both know that this ceremony could give you either your reward or your coffin, and no one can tell what will happen at that time.

This is why our enemies are now trying their best to hide themselves.

Because they know that one day you will leave your back to them defenseless.

All they have to do is sit back and wait for their chance to be realized and take your soul.

If we fail to root out the traitors hidden in the state religion before then, you will probably have no choice but to do it.

My team and I will do our best to protect your personal safety, but I will not make any promises to save your life.

Because I don't like deception, even if it's a white lie.

I know.

It is easy to block an open attack, but it is hard to guard against an arrow from the dark."

　Let me reiterate, as my readers know, I am not writing about the poisonous knife and Lieutenant General Hood is not dead.

　　The author has stated it clearly before, but because of some readers, I have to post what the author said again.

　　First of all, this is the 40K universe.

　　I have tried very hard to make this world less dark and cruel.

　　All story lines will eventually return to a world where there is only chaos, traitors, and the devilish people who are injured and atone for their sins.

　　All lines have a happy ending in the end.

　　I also promised in my remarks when the game was launched that the female characters who interacted with the protagonist would not die, and the male supporting characters would either lose contact or disappear for a while, or even if they really died, I would ask Old Man Huang to pull them back from under the Golden Throne later.

　　But now I am confused.

　　They say let the bullets fly for a while.

　　It's not like the male supporting role just disappeared, the bullet just came out of the gun, and it didn't fly at all, but she went on fire? ? ? ? This is based on what I had directly stated.

　　If you can't stand this level to the point of being angry, then why click to read the Warhammer 40K article?

　　Is this a beautiful world full of love and peace?
　　If so, then traveling to this world will definitely be a happy and wonderful experience. (Blessings)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)