Chapter 278 04.0277: "Promise under the Golden Throne"

[Shadow Prophet…?] Horatio looked at the female alien in front of him with a curvy figure and wearing a mask.

"Give it back to me. Do you want to tear up our cooperation? Eldar." Ravenno's tone was extremely cold, and one hand had already begun to accumulate spiritual energy.

"The cooperation is over." The Shadow Prophet replied in an ethereal voice:

"The reward I want is to get this book. The things recorded in it are not something you humans can read and understand. If you open it, you will end up like the Saruti. The Black Library in the Webway is its final destination."

"give it to me!"

The Inquisitor suddenly attacked, launching a furious psychic attack on the Shadow Prophet.

The prophet raised his staff and used an unknown technique to offset the oncoming attack with a much smaller psychic energy fluctuation.

"Giving it to us is the best and correct solution, and it can also save your civilization in the future."

Shadow Prophet raised her hand, and some small parts appeared in her hand and slowly floated up:

"Here is a temporary storage for the souls of all those who have died before you, souls I snatched from the jaws of the great enemy.

As a token of our sincerity for a possible new round of cooperation in the future, I will hand these souls over to you. This is the only way to allow their souls to return to your so-called Golden Throne."

The Shadow Prophet did not intend to let these humans in front of her make a choice. After handing these dangling small parts to the Inquisitor, she leaped up, her body completely wrapped in a gorgeous mosaic, and jumped into the webway, disappearing without a trace.

"Report, we failed to find the pink gem." The woman holding the dart gun rushed into the church and reported from the side.

"Place explosives to destroy the entire ship." The Inquisitor said with a gloomy face, "Let the Military Supervision Bureau collect the bodies. The warriors of the Empire must be properly buried."

After everything is ready.

The entire pilgrimage ship was towed away from its route, its engine overloaded, and turned into a brilliant ball of plasma in the void. No creature could survive such an explosion, not even a demon.
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The riot in Abyssport has subsided.

After the Navy intervened in politics and eliminated the Guild Alliance, the Ultramarines, who were good at operating politics, used their expertise to intervene in time with the Salamanders, Blood Angels, the Ecclesiarchy and the Sisters of the Holy Rose before the riot deteriorated further.

It prevented the thugs hidden in the crowd from bringing chaos to the entire Abyss Port, and cleared out the small heretical sects that arose on hundreds of planets.

The planetary regime is yet to be determined, after which the Ultramarines, who are administrative experts, will help rebuild political order.

No one expected that the grand triumphal ceremony would be followed by a funeral.

Except for Farida, all members of the Fifth Department of the Naval Military Supervision Bureau of the Abyss Port died gloriously in the line of duty.

Only Valina survived from the 3rd Operations Battalion of the 1st Company of the Chongji Stormtroopers 'Thunder Hawks'.

The bodies of the fallen warriors were covered with the Imperial Sky Eagle flag.

This time, generals and many officers of the Imperial Navy attended the funeral.

This even included the specialists from the investigation team of the Navy Security Department of the Misty Star Region who arrived shortly afterwards.

Because of the evidence provided by the Fifth Military Inspectorate at great risk, the Gothic Fleet was able to eliminate the hidden danger with minimal losses. Although the Gothic Fleet received some punishment from the commissioners of the investigation team, it was not seriously injured.

Horatio knew that if this issue was not properly resolved, the Retribution-class battleship Blood Eagle, which was loaned to the Gothic Fleet by the Admiralty of the Hazy Star Region, would be formally transferred from the Gothic Fleet to Sepra-Mundi's headquarters fleet.

Dozens of battleships in good condition will be transferred to the Calixis Fleet and the Fortress Fleet, plus various subsequent destruction from Chaos.

Finally, after being dealt a heavy blow by Typhons, the "de facto boss" of the Death Guard, the Gothic fleet never recovered. A large number of warships were paralyzed by the smallpox plague at the anchorage and lost their combat capability.

Ultimately, the Gothic Fleet was left without any ships available during Abaddon's 13th Black Crusade, and Admiral Venusca Kataria could only command a Moon-class cruiser, and rushed into battle with several light cruisers and several frigate squadrons, risking their lives to attack the Glorious Queen 'Spirit of Vengeance', but in the end the entire fleet was nearly annihilated.

But now, the Naval Inspectors and the Stormtroopers, whose duty it is to ensure the loyalty of Imperial ships to the Imperium, have once again, after paying a noble sacrifice, protected the sacred naval assets of the God-Emperor with their acts of loyalty and their oaths to Him.

The warriors' coffins were carried into the Abridal Loyalty Hall by a funeral procession consisting of military supervisors, loyal stormtroopers, and naval officers.

Below is the mausoleum of Captain Abridar, who heroically attacked three energy-focused Black Stone Fortresses during the 12th Black Crusade and eventually overloaded the three fortresses and died.

"The Gothic Fleet sincerely thanks these noble warriors of the God-Emperor. They have defended the glory of the God-Emperor and protected His sacred fleet with their blood and lives.

Colleagues, each of us has sworn to protect His glory. But before death actually comes, how many of us can remember our oath?

Military Supervisor Commissioner Melina and the Military Supervisor of the Fifth Department, as well as these brave and fearless loyal stormtroopers, have done it. The Imperial Navy will remember their dedication, and their sacrifice will not be in vain. The Gothic Fleet will help them spread the wrath of the God-Emperor to the enemies of the Empire and defend the glory of mankind to the death. "

"In fact, there has never been any conflict between the Imperial Navy's Gothic Fleet and the Abyssal Port Military Supervisory Bureau. We have always been brother units that support each other. Everything is our secret plan. Only by making others think that we are really 'enemies' can they stop suspecting us."

The elderly Scarlet-class (Admiral-level) Naval Supervisor was the first to take off his wide-brimmed hat and spoke to the people attending the funeral in the auditorium.

"Melina, the military supervisor, resolutely bore all the misunderstandings and grievances. Here, I would like to clarify on her behalf that these were all sacrifices made to serve the Divine Emperor. That's it, everyone! Let's take off our hats and observe a moment of silence!"

Below the stage, Lieutenant General Samuel Hood, Brigadier General Peru, Colonel Elphinstone, Horatio and others took off their bicorne hats with solemn and sad expressions.

Some of them knew about the plan from the beginning, while others found out later that they were already part of the plan. The secrecy strategy was intended to make everything look more natural and create the illusion that the Gothic Fleet and the Abyss Port Military Supervision Bureau had fallen out.

The mourners came forward one after another, holding bouquets of flowers.

Inquisitor Ravenno had a sullen expression on his face. In his hand he held a bunch of pink roses and a sky eagle pendant that had been polished to a shine by the years.

He walked forward, looked at the pale face lying in the coffin, and his lips moved slightly.

Melina's body was the only one intact enough to be displayed. In the coffin, she was wearing a brand new uniform, holding the power sword that accompanied her to the end in her gloved hands, and two throne gold coins were placed on her eyes.

Inquisitor Ravennor clutched the Sky Eagle Pendant and stared at it for a long time until his facial expression began to distort.

He stood in public for a long time, and people gave the inquisitor, who was immersed in sorrow, enough time.

"Ravenno, why are you crying?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from in front of me.

Ravenno suddenly raised his head, looking at the woman in front of him who was emitting a faint golden light with mixed feelings of sadness and joy.

"Melina?"

"You finally returned to Abyssal Port."

"Well, I'm back." Inquisitor Ravenno could no longer control his emotions, tears fell from the eyes of this grown man, an Inquisitor with supreme power granted by the God-Emperor. "I don't know how you've been doing for all these years, and I can't see any trace of you. When I heard that you returned to Abyssal Port, I was very happy, but..."

The woman paused and smiled bitterly: "Who knew that we would meet again under such circumstances."

"Sorry, too much contact with you will expose you." Ravenno bit his lip.

"Yes, we all have our own missions entrusted to us by the Divine Emperor, and our missions prevented us from being together at that time.

But that day...when I saw you in the house, I really had a lot to say to you."

"I... also had a lot to say to you. But I didn't expect that that would be the last time I saw you."

Ravenno blew his breath and glanced away blankly and melancholy.

Suddenly, a loud bell rang from above.

The magnificent golden gate in front of him slowly opened.

Two rows of tall golden-armored guards, like giants, stood by the door, solemn and silent.

"The time has come, Ravenno. I have to go." Melina lowered her head, put her hands behind her back and smiled bitterly.

She turned around, looked at the golden gate, took a deep breath, then exhaled freely, and then walked slowly.

"Melina!" A gritting shout came from behind.

The woman slowly turned her head.

"I love you! See you under the Golden Throne!"

A look of surprise flashed across her face, and then she gradually smiled and a line of hot tears flowed down her face.

"See you at the Golden Throne, my love."

The female military supervisor's back gradually disappeared in the golden light behind the door.

Farida walked around Ravenno who was standing there in a daze and presented a bouquet of flowers to Military Prisoner Melina.

When she came to the old military supervisor, he forced a smile and said, "You are free, child. Make your choice."

Farida bit her lip, saluted, and remained silent.

She returned to the empty office of the Fifth Division of the Military Prison.

The table was filled with various documents and information, but the people who handled them were no longer there.

She came here to help her colleagues pack up their belongings.

When she came to the desk of Military Prisoner Melina and opened the drawer, a letter fell out.

Farida saw the words on it: To Farida.

She was a little surprised and slowly used a letter cutter to cut open the wax seal.

Farida spread out the paper and looked at the neat handwriting on it:
'Farida, when you open this letter, it means I am no longer here.

I have always felt deeply guilty about going to your house that day and taking you out of the Navy, and I beg for your forgiveness.

But for the sake of the will of the Emperor, sometimes we have to do many things we are reluctant to do.

Because we are military supervisors, the eyes and rulers of the God-Emperor, and even our hands have to be stained with the blood of our comrades.

It is a job that is often misunderstood, even though we have role models like Mgr Kane, Mgr Gaunt and Mgr Yarrick who are loved.

But most people hate us, thinking that we are too controlling and that we are ruthless executioners who kill our compatriots.

But the Empire cannot do without us. The threat of heresy and disloyalty is everywhere, and someone must be willing to sacrifice everything he has, including his soul and reputation, to correct the Emperor and eliminate those who are disloyal.

If you want to faithfully perform your duties, you must abandon anything other than your duties, including face, honor, and safety.

Such a path is difficult and painful, and not everyone can endure it.

But no matter which path you end up taking, be sure to remember your responsibilities.

Remember, you are a warrior of the Emperor.

I hope that by the time you see this letter, everything has returned to normal.

I sincerely hope that you can keep smiling every day. Your colleagues all say that you must look very beautiful when you smile.

Move forward into the future, young people. The heavy responsibility and duty of safeguarding the future of mankind rests with you.

Best wishes.'

Tears as big as beans fell on the envelope, staining the words.

There is no doubt that this is a suicide note.

Military Supervisor Melina had made all possible preparations before the operation, including dying.

Drop drop drop!

Suddenly, the communication beads on Farida's body rang.

"Hello, I am Farida Hood, the military supervisor."

"Farida!" The voice on the other end of the line was that of her uncle, Samuel Hood, with mixed feelings of sadness and joy.

"We found your father and he's still alive."

Farida suddenly raised her body, with a clear light shining in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)