Chapter 206 04.0205: "Go ahead and call someone"

Horatio sat next to Louise in the shabby-looking airborne carriage, and the two of them looked at the Inquisitor who was sitting opposite them with his eyes closed.

"So, what intelligence did you get, Mr. Inquisitor?" Horatio asked.

The Inquisitor opened his eyes with some worry, rubbed his temples, and let out a long breath.

That magical ability seemed to overdraw people's mental strength.

He wrote down a series of coordinates on a piece of paper and handed it to Horatio.

"These are the coordinates of an altar. The guy he called the 'Lord of Meat' will hold a blasphemous ceremony in the near future, and the center of the ceremony is this altar.

If that bald high priest is connected to these corpse-eating sects, then this guy must know something, which can at least give us a deeper understanding.

Do you know anything about this 'Corpse Crusher' sect?"

“Initially, this was thought to be a cannibalistic disease that first emerged among the Downhive corpse collectors hired by the Corpse Guild.

They were originally responsible for the arduous task of recycling the dead in the lower levels of the hive into corpse starch, but under long-term oppression, these people who were forced to do the corpse recycling work for a living sometimes turned their backs on reality.

Losing their minds to the whirring of flesh saws and the creaking of bone grinders, they were left a hollow shell devoured by hunger, a perfect vessel for the touch of Chaos. The group gradually developed into a cult.

As long as you eat the flesh cut from their bodies, you will degenerate into a part of them.

The way and means of transmission were simply a special attack on the starving and cold Lower Nesters, and their efficiency was as efficient and fast as that of the Gene Stealers, which is why they were able to launch such a large-scale terrorist attack yesterday."

As an Inquisitor of the Xenophobic Order, Inquisitor Ravenno certainly knows what Genestealers are.

The vanguard of the Tyranid Hive Fleet, the damned polluter of humanity's sacred genes, the abominable infiltrator, and the most troublesome opponent of the Anti-Xenophobia Order today, bar none.

"So, if I'm not mistaken, the Howling Teeth Gang is a cover used by this sect as it spreads to the Middle Nest."

"Spreading tentacles of corruption to Midhive, foul, unholy sores."

"It seems we have to go down a little further." Inquisitor Ravenno frowned.
“But if we go down with so few people, it will be a dead end, and we won’t even be enough to fill their teeth.

However, in that dark, twisted and complex environment, the small number of Imperial Guards and naval armed forces could not deploy a front line at all.

Unless we go against all odds and mobilize several large-scale troops to advance in full force according to standard siege tactics, the more people we send down, the more casualties we will suffer, reducing the efficiency of the investigation, and even causing the target to be alerted and flee in time."

He met Horatio's eyes. "It's time for the Naval Special Warfare Division to take action."

"Perhaps we have a friendly army that is good at fighting in this kind of environment and can serve as an excellent helper." Horatio thought for a moment, then smiled mysteriously.

"Who?"

"The Blood Angels' Second Company, the 'Pure Bloods'. They are masters of assault warfare, the God-Emperor's Angels of Death. Their combat power is unquestionable."

"I do know that there is a Blood Angels battle barge resting in the port, but I want to remind you that although my authority theoretically allows me to mobilize a squad of Space Marines to serve me, this is one of the nine founding groups with a long history."

Inquisitor Ravenno smiled bitterly and said, "Even if I am an Inquisitor, their transfer must be approved by the Chapter Master. Because the Chapter Master is equal to me, and this is the practice between the Inquisition and the Space Marines.

Do I have to make a psychic call to Chapter Master Dante in Baal for this matter? And even if I submit an application, I think it will be difficult to get a reply in time, and by then the entire investigation will probably be over. "

"I think the matter of requesting assistance from the Blood Angels can be left to me."

"you?"

The Inquisitor and his attendants all laughed indulgently, as if they had heard some young children innocently talking about some clear and foolish vision out of ignorance. They were originally a little tired from the action, but in an instant they were no longer sleepy.

"Mr. Cochrane, I don't mean to belittle you, but you are only a lieutenant.

It is true that you are the descendant of Admiral Speyer, but your ancestor was only an admiral after all, and he has disappeared.

Of course, I don't mean any harm, I just mean it.

In the Empire, there are thousands of active admirals, many of whom have bloodlines.

If every admiral's offspring can 'ask' them to handle some trivial matters, wouldn't the interstellar regiment be a 'mortal nanny'?
Not to mention the Blood Angels, a start-up group with a long history, honor and glory. They are very busy and have no time to spend effort on such trivial matters that mortals can handle. In their view, this is a complete waste of effort like using a cannon to kill a mosquito. "

"Don't worry about these. I can't guarantee more, but I am confident that I can call one or two Blood Angels."

“I think that to deal with these cultists, perhaps even a Blood Angel’s fighting power should be enough, if you really have a way to invite him.

In my opinion, it is sufficient to let the Navy special warfare team carry out this mission, although there may be some casualties."

"Every Hell's Vanguard is determined to die for the God-Emperor. But my men have already sacrificed enough recently."

Inquisitor Ravenor looked Horatio straight in the eyes.

[He was serious.] He narrowed his eyes, and could see the young man's determination and stubbornness.

"Horatio, we're fine. We're ready to jump into hell and sacrifice our hearts for the God-Emperor at any time." Louise said to Horatio solemnly and resolutely.

"'Life is the currency of the God-Emperor, treat it well.' I know you are not afraid of death, but I also know how hard it is to watch your friends die before your eyes.

I think maybe your value shouldn't just be reflected in dying in battle with the cult scum."

"Well, I sincerely hope that we can get assistance from the Space Marines, and I will try my best to help you." The Inquisitor stopped laughing and said seriously.

"Thank you, Inquisitor." Horatio smiled politely.

Although he said this, he was thinking in his heart that there was probably no need for the judge to come forward to help him raise this matter.

He planned to go to the Blade of Vengeance himself and try it out first.

Inquisitor Ravenno leaned back in his chair and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

He was very curious about how this young lieutenant got such confidence and courage to invite the legitimate successor of the Ninth Legion that had existed since the Great Crusade.

Could it be that I missed something?
"One, two, three!" Horatio and Louise, each holding one end, shouted and worked together to move a heavy table into the office.

He dusted his hands, took a rag and helped Louise wipe the table clean.

"I can just do it myself."

"It's okay. Leave it to me. This is your job badge." Horatio said.

He placed nameplates with the words 'Special Operations Division Executive Officer' and 'Investigation Team Investigator' on Louise's desk.

At present, many people have joined the Special Operations Department.

Captain Lord Sterling is the top leader, serving as the chief of the Special Warfare Division and the public relations officer.

The second in command is Horatio himself, who serves as the 'Special Warfare Division Dispatch Officer', responsible for coordinating and dispatching all resources.

He also serves as an 'investigator', investigating all suspicious situations released by the Military Intelligence Command and the Fleet Security Committee that may threaten the Navy.

Louise and Horatio are in the same office.

Horatio's desk faces the door, while Louise's desk is perpendicular to the door, forming an 'L' shape.

She has become the Navy's Chief Petty Officer and serves as the Executive Officer of the Special Warfare Division.

He is the only captain who can replace Horatio and lead the entire Hell's Elite.

When Horatio didn't have time to go to the front line to deal with the situation, she would be responsible for going to the front line to deal with it.

Candidate Officer Henry Harvey, who was in the same office as the captain, served as the deputy dispatcher of the Special Warfare Division.

Responsible for assisting the captain, and when Horatio is on the front line and the Special Operations Department receives dispatch orders, communicate with Horatio to deal with the dispatch issues of the Hell's Vanguard.

In short, only one of him and Horatio needs to be at the Special Operations Division headquarters to prevent any emergency dispatch orders to the Special Operations Division.

Archie Cuthbert Collingwood, who was a few hundred points away from becoming a candidate officer, and Mr. Bernard, a representative from the Home Office, were in the general information room opposite.

Archie served as the chief assistant officer, managing clerical materials together with Secretary Bernard and performing auxiliary sorting work.

There are still two empty seats reserved for Leidos and Fideo who are still in the Navy Medical Supervision Area.

Both of them had been injured in the battle before, but in the advanced medical hibernation tank, they would recover quite quickly.

In the Empire, as long as a person didn't die on the spot, he or she would definitely be revived within a few weeks.

"By the way, who is the seat in the lounge next door for? Miss Hood?" Louise asked curiously, looking to the left of Horatio's seat, where there was a carved wooden door connecting to the next room.

The door leads to the lounge that every office has, but now a lot of office equipment has been moved in.

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