Chapter 201 03.0200: "The Sword of Judgment is Falling"

"At least that's what my master, Gregor Eisenhorn, wrote in his personal journal. I suggest getting your local pharmacy guild up and running as soon as possible. I have the formula."

"Until the dust settles on this investigation, I do not recommend that the pharmaceutical guild produce such drugs to avoid any further trouble. I happen to have a trustworthy pharmaceutical factory on hand.

But the question is, where can we get so many psychic ashes?"

"There just happened to be a large number of living psykers on my black ship. The 'Moon of Tyrants' had just erupted in the Calixis sector, and the evil energy activated the nature of many illegal psykers to hide.

Originally they were going to send them to Terra, but now it seems that they need to sacrifice themselves for the Empire in advance." The Inquisitor said with a smile.

In his mouth, consuming human lives is as natural as a price tag, or as consumables.

"'Life is the currency of the Emperor, treat it well.' And now, as the Emperor's agent, I have decided that it is time to 'allocate funds' for the stability of this planet."

"No problem, Inquisitor Ravenno. When I get the formula, I will arrange production immediately." Horatio responded.

"I think you may need the help of the Tech-Priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus for some of the processes."

"The technology of harmlessly deactivating and crushing carbon-based biological organisms with high-voltage alternating current is already very mature and not a difficult problem. I sincerely invite you, the psychic, to be the first user to experience this production line, Mr. Unknown Inquisitor."

Father Latti had a blank expression on his face, with a look as if he was looking at some waste that needed to be destroyed immediately, but the female voice that came out of the speaker was pleasant and enthusiastic, the same tone that the high-end sales girls at the luxury goods counters had when Horatio had accompanied Farida shopping before.

When he spoke the last alias, his voice was particularly warm and cheerful.

"Hahahaha." The Inquisitor laughed and put his arm on Horatio's shoulders:
"It seems you have to please this lady. I am only responsible for providing you with the formula and the psyker, you can handle the rest on your own, Mr. Horatio."

"..."

When she heard the Inquisitor hand over the bargaining chip to Horatio, a warm smile instantly appeared on her cold face.

"Father Latti, this technical cooperation... uh..."

Horatio sighed with a wry smile.

"Ah, Mr. Horatio, if it were you, that would be easy.

How about this, I’ll owe you the money first, and later~ when I have time, we can discuss the service fee for technical interaction~"

Since Horatio was unable to understand what he meant for the time being, Father Latti seemed to be in a good mood and expressed his intention to send the guest away. Then he returned to his workbench and continued the work that had been interrupted before.

The scarlet robe was tailored by her to perfectly highlight her beautiful figure that was a mixture of artificial and natural, outlining graceful lines as she walked.

Compared to Thei, Lati has a rich and charming flavor that is unique to a mature woman in her thirties.

After Farida's experience of "repaying a favor", he instinctively and subconsciously connected it to some unspeakable things.

Horatio, who had just come to his senses, felt a little embarrassed, but luckily the Inquisitor was asking him to go out with him.

Of course, this is just a knee-jerk reaction.

Because the other party is not an ordinary person.

He is a technical priest, one who serves the God of All Machines.

The conditions and prices she would offer would be different from those of ordinary people, so you must be careful in dealing with them.

"Thank you for your trouble." He sighed and said goodbye to the priest with a wry smile.

The matter of using human ashes to make medicine was so easily negotiated with the technical priests. He should be thankful that the Imperial Navy had countermeasures, but Horatio was not happy at all.

He walked with an expressionless face, as if thinking about something, but no one could guess what he was thinking.

The Inquisitor put his arm around Horatio's back and walked out of the laboratory with him.

"Don't let unnecessary emotions torture your heart, young man."

The smile on the judge's face that was meant to entertain Father Lati disappeared after he stepped out of the door, and was replaced by a mature and steady look that made people feel like they were communicating with him:
"When I was your age, I was also very sentimental. But when the tragic truth of the entire universe hit me without any explanation, the cruel and ruthless predicament forced me to remain tough and calm in order to survive."

Horatio glanced at the Inquisitor, still expressionless.

“Some people say I’m heartless, cold-blooded and even cruel, but I’m definitely not like that.

Although I am a psyker, I still have the same emotions as a normal person. The only difference is that I can control my emotions - the mentors of the Inquisition believe that this is a supreme quality and the source of willpower.

Throughout my career, it was this "quality" that kept me resilient and fortitude in the face of unspeakable horrors both inside and outside the curtain, allowing me to face everything calmly and perform my duties.

Indulging myself in feeling any pain, fear, or sadness is a luxury I cannot afford.

Because I have to weigh the lives and deaths of hundreds of billions of people.

So I can let tens of thousands of psykers die for their due value, for the sake of this planet with hundreds of billions of people living on it."

Horatio listened quietly, then raised his face with a forced smile.

The Inquisitor was somewhat surprised by this calm attitude.

"Mr. Judge, I understand your point very well.

Because I know.

One day, I will command my fleet to spread the wrath of extermination to planet after planet.

But I know that the people I killed were for a better tomorrow for mankind."

Horatio's mature answer beyond his age made the middle-aged man with his hands stained with countless blood feel a little surprised, followed by joy and approval.

“It seems like we’d get along well.

I was worried at first because there are so many idealists in the Imperial Navy.

But you, Mr. Horatio Cochrane, are no ordinary man.

Not only are you gifted, your thinking and rationality surpass most humans I have ever met."

“It’s just because I understand that we all have people and things to protect at all costs, as well as the future of mankind.

I have no time to be sentimental, and even less time to die, before I defeat my enemies."

The man took a deep breath and exhaled with relief.

"Then let's work together to dig out those bedbugs hiding in dark corners with knives, no matter how deep they hide."

"Death to Heretic." Horatio strode forward with coldness in his eyes.
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In the dark and cold lower nest, a slender and petite figure wearing a black cloak and robe shuttled through the disordered gray-black metal jungle.

In the small corner illuminated by the few dim lights, the half-cat took out the secret letter sent to her by the boss from her arms.

There were several strings of coordinates on it, marking several suspicious locations that required her to investigate on site, as well as the physical characteristics of several key observation personnel that required her to pay attention.

crunch--

When there was some noise coming from the side, the ears on the top of the half-cat girl's head moved alertly, and then she quickly put away the brown paper and disappeared into the darkness, leaving no trace.
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"I have already outlined a plan for an investigation breakthrough. It is based on the information in the suspect record compiled by Lieutenant General Hood, and is linked in a logical order and by relevance."

Horatio spread a sheet of unfinished handwritten manuscript on his desk and poked his finger at the first node.

"Our first entry point is the cannibalistic Howling Teeth Gang. They are a key intelligence point that has emerged so far. We chose them not only because they were responsible for yesterday's attack, but also because they are the type that have just been exposed from hiding.

If we don't get the information out in time before they are silenced by some force behind the scenes, we will lose the opportunity to dig out deeper clues.

I have reason to suspect that they may have something to do with the Corpse Guild. And according to my informant, the bald head priest is in close contact with these cultists. "

"What you said makes sense. We must act before other forces can deal with them completely.

The Corpse Guild is extremely powerful on this hive planet, their behavior is bizarre, their organization is united and their structure is closed, making it difficult to take action. All the spies I sent over have lost contact, and it is very easy for them to destroy the corpses. They just need to make them into 'corpse starch'.

If we miss this opportunity, we may not have it next time.”

"Both parts will be launched simultaneously. On the one hand, we will go deep into the lower nest, and at the same time, my agents will start to collect intelligence on their own. We will launch multiple lines at the same time. Wherever there is a breakthrough, we will go there immediately."

"Great. I've already checked out the Church of the Goddesses. There aren't many clues there. Once we locate our target, we'll go down to the nest."

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