Chapter 229 04.0228: "The net begins!"

The Inquisitor slid expertly into the crowd, like a slippery eel among a school of fish.

The big man following behind rudely pushed away the people blocking the way in front of him, breaking through the crowd like an icebreaker sailing on the Arctic ice, reducing the resistance to the two people behind him.

"Huh!" The judge hid behind a tall and thin worker, gasping for breath.

At only 1 meters tall, he was not very noticeable in the crowd, but that also made him very tired.

After asking the excited hungry people around him, he learned the 'dinner time'. Turning around, he saw the bustling crowds in the square, which was very lively.

If they were fed that human flesh and the ritual was initiated, the hundreds of thousands of people here would instantly become the Scarlet Power's most loyal followers.

This must not happen today.

"Oh, this is the happiest day of my life." When he said this, someone next to him rolled his eyes at him, but no one showed up to meet him.

Inquisitor Ravenno frowned and repeated the code.

The man who rolled his eyes at him couldn't help himself. He squeezed in front of the judge and said with a look of despair: "Well, today is the happiest day!"

After hearing these words, the judge remembered that he seemed to have said the wrong code.

[How could this guy choose such an easy-to-remember code?] The judge complained inwardly.

Repeated again: "Yes, today is the happiest day!"

The two made eye contact and nodded knowingly.

The undercover agent sent by Horatio was none other than his most capable subordinate in the Blackwing Society, Deacon Jonathan.

Through a series of code words, Ravenno already knew the current situation.

The front row under the table is full of Horatio's men. When the action begins, they will hold hands and form a human barrier.

Except for him and his own agents, the labor gang would keep all outsiders out to prevent these civilians from blocking their actions.

He had to hurry, this fragile human wall wouldn't hold him back for long.

Hopefully, Horatio's actions go smoothly. He doesn't want to be beaten to a pulp by the Carnivore Lord's men when he rushes onto the stage without armor and tries to catch his target.
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The multifunctional servo skull swayed around for a long time and returned to the top of the power backpack behind Horatio to recharge.

With the help of the skull's recording and transmission device, Horatio, who was on a high place, first used the hand of command to mark the nearby enemies, and then used the analyzer built into the helmet to locate Inquisitor Ravenno in the crowd.

Marking him and his attendants in blue, the processor quickly retrieved for Horatio the enemies who might have sniped him after the Inquisitor rushed onto the stage.

The sound array picked up footsteps nearby; two well-trained Blood Pact soldiers were approaching.

Horatio remained motionless in the darkness, the void blue perfectly blending him into the night.

"Louise, clear out the enemies below me." He gave the order when the patrolman walked right below him.

"receive."

"Gah!"

Louise descended from the sky, clamped the head of a Blood Pact soldier with her armored thighs, breaking his neck on the spot, and while riding on the dead man's shoulders, she threw a flying knife, hitting another man right in the forehead.

After clearing out the two sentries, she did a nimble backflip and landed smoothly before the crooked-necked body fell to the ground.

The red mark Horatio had marked him with his commanding hand disappeared.

"Cleared, first team moving in."

She quickly directed a five-man team to cross the area. They used the hell gun to melt the iron chain that blocked the door. The inside was in a mess, with cans and empty water bottles thrown everywhere. The so-called bed was even just bedding randomly spread on the ground.

Fortunately, just as the detection had predicted, there was no one there.

The scouts quickly took their positions in front of the window, which was so crude that it only had a hole. The combat assistance devices in their helmets drew dotted lines in their field of vision, marking the enemies that other scouts had already locked onto, so as to avoid wasting firepower.

Look familiar? Yes, this is a system borrowed from the Fury Interceptor System, developed for individual naval use.

The rich technical resources possessed by the Imperial Navy allow them to easily find a set of existing technologies and entrust technical priests to carry out adaptation designs for individual soldiers as long as they are willing.

The control of the production resources of the Naval Supervisory Zone also allowed the Imperial Navy to produce certain trial weapons on its own in the port anchorage without the help of other departments.

The autonomy in the development and production of this equipment allows units of the Imperial Navy to enjoy benefits far beyond the Imperial Guard's waiting list for supplies.

As a naval special warfare hell vanguard, they can bypass the cumbersome application and transfer orders of the Ministry of the Interior, and the fleet's direct resource background will upgrade their equipment and fully arm them. "The target has appeared." Fideo, who was on the high ground, said in the sniper rifle scope that he saw a man wearing a sheep's skull, leaning on a cane, and looking mysterious.

After receiving the warning from Fideo who was far away on the high ground, Horatio immediately looked towards the target, and after comparing various descriptive features with the help of the tactical analyzer, he immediately conveyed the news of the target's appearance to the Inquisitor.

A sheep-headed man wearing a black hood walked up to the Roman-style podium with a cane.

This guy's fingers were long and thin, covered with dirty cuticle, and had turned into a pair of sharp claws - this was a characteristic of mutation.

The iron spikes of the huge Chaos Eight-pointed Star behind him were horribly poking at dozens of people's heads, their faces were shattered and bleeding.

He did not speak, but opened his arms and embraced everyone in the audience. The bone saw with dried blood under his forearm also roared. The whole square was instantly filled with noise, and the hungry people shouted fanatically.

The overwhelming sound moved Horatio. Looking from above, he saw waves of skinny and dirty arms and heads rising from the sea of ​​people, with the Lord of Carnivores as the source.

"My poor abandoned people, and the poor people who have been destroyed by the Guild Alliance. I am the Lord of Meat, your best friend.

Today, I want to present my masterpiece to you with my sincere and enthusiastic heart. "

Eight men with iron masks and fangs on their faces, who were obviously not Ogryns but were so fat that they looked like a mountain of meat, worked together to carry a dinner plate covered with a smelly curtain. The base was huge and as tall as a pagoda, if it could still be called a dinner plate, onto the stage.

The aroma of perfectly roasted food emanated from under the curtain, stimulating the appetite of everyone present and was extremely tempting.

"Please admire my masterpiece! The Corpse Tower of the Oppressors!"

The strange and terrifying goat-headed man pulled the curtain off the dinner plate with a strength that was inconsistent with his body shape, and a human head with fresh scarlet fruit stuffed in its mouth rolled down from the top and fell into the crowd. It was quickly snatched away and eaten by the starving civilians.

"Yeah!" The crowd cheered loudly.

Horatio looked at the huge pile of corpses, the tattered uniforms worn by the targets around him, and the armor of the Sky Eagle that had been stripped off, and he understood everything.

Relying on their familiarity with the terrain and the aid of renegade Astartes, these cultists were able to ambush and eliminate the Imperial Guard who ventured into the Lower Hive.

They seized their equipment and weapons, and made the bodies of the victims into a "barbecue mountain", hoping to feed the hungry people of the empire today and turn them into a new batch of bloodthirsty warriors.

At this time, these extremely hungry people could no longer tell what kind of meat it was; they just wanted to fill their hungry stomachs.

The ragged children grabbed their mothers' tattered dresses, their eyes filled with desire for food, especially meat, making them want to rush up and devour it immediately.

"Cheer! Applaud! Come! After you finish eating these, follow me! I will lead you to overthrow this corrupt empire!!!"

The inciting slogans were very inspiring, but Horatio's eyes were filled with only anger towards the evil spirit.

"Luculus, I think it's time," said the Inquisitor of Ravenno, as he watched several meat-mountain men pick up plates and poke into the meat mountain, trying to scoop up chunks of meat and throw them at the crowd.

"As you wish, Mr. Inquisitor. All squads, stand by for volleys! Three, two, one, fire!"

At Horatio's command, high-energy lasers instantly intertwined into a web of death in the air above the crowd.

"Mom, look how beautiful it is!" The ignorant child was attracted by the wonder. He pulled his mother's dress, which was not revealing her body, and pointed at the lasers intersecting in the sky.

It was like an exquisite net, and the beams of light that made it appeared and disappeared at the same time, preventing the civilians from realizing that it was the wrath that brought destruction, but rather a fireworks display arranged for them by some kind of flesh-eating lord.

The crowd cheered again.

The Carnivore Lord was also stunned at first, but soon discovered that something was wrong. Most of the sentries he had arranged on all sides fell to the ground instantly after the "fireworks show".

"Now, go!" the judge ordered.

Dozens of people in the crowd took out tranquilizer guns and stun guns, squeezed out of the crowd, and rushed to the stage.

"King of Butchers! King of Butchers! Cover! Cover me!" the Lord of Meat shouted, picking up his crutch and preparing to evacuate.

"Someone wants to assassinate the Lord of Meat! Stop them quickly! Poor people, the minions of the empire are reaching out to the Lord of Meat who loves you, stop them quickly!" The Lord of Meat shouted excitedly.

"Hurry! Form a human wall to buy time for the arrest operation!" Deacon Jonathan also began to call his companions and shouted.

He and the members of the labor gang held hands with all their might, blocking the onslaught of the crowd and allowing the agents of the Inquisition to quickly get on the stage.

The Blood Pact troops and the evil cult's servant army came to their senses and discovered the Inquisition agents in action. They contacted people in various places through the radio. The remaining evil spirits were rushing here desperately, using almost all their manpower just to protect their cult leader.

"All teams, engage in free fire! Cover the Inquisitor! Louise, Archie, follow me! Valkyrie Squadron, begin projecting precision aerial firepower to destroy the enemy's battle formation!"

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