diskusbooks Chapter 349: The Secret Process
Chapter 349: The Secret Process
Judging from his body shape, Harrington, who is two meters tall and weighs 220 kilograms, is already a strong warrior. Now wearing the Inquisitor-type Terminator armor, he is getting taller and taller, reaching over three meters.
The pure black ceramic steel is outlined with golden patterns, and the two huge shoulder armors are not the hemispherical armor of ordinary people, but slightly exaggerated eagle wings.
A storm hammer that is slightly shorter than an ordinary person's hammer is lying on the ground. Just looking at it makes people feel very depressed and heavy.
With a group of fierce-looking Space Marines with red eyes guarding them, these generals soon dared not even look each other in the eye.
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"Mr. Harrington." Ian stepped forward and nodded.
The Inquisitor rubbed his hands on the handle of the hammer, glanced at everyone and snorted as a response, then frowned and looked at the corner of deep space on the screen.
"Welcome to the Inquisition's Black Ship. I am Inquisitor Harrington's adjutant. Your Excellency is a bit impatient and doesn't like to communicate, so please follow me and let me introduce you."
Everyone listened to the adjutant's words and looked at Harrington's expression, thinking that he was probably not too anxious to talk, but was too self-important to even bother communicating with them.
"Excuse me, Adjutant, when will the trial of the Fire Covenant Chapter begin?" Ian asked in a friendly manner without caring.
"You guessed it? Yes, the situation is quite obvious... It will be soon. I estimate that the other party will arrive in two Terra hours.
Don't worry, it's basically just a formality. The other party has gone through a three-party trial. At that time, the Holy Hammer Order, the Rebellion Order, and the Anti-foreign Order were all present. It is said that they also signed a sin contract. "
The adjutant said it easily, but Ian felt a little frightened when he heard it. The tripartite trial is the most famous of the three trial courts. What crime did this chapter commit? What is the relationship between Lord Rebos and the other party? Has he participated in it?
Ian looked at Caroline behind him, and she was looking at him with some doubt. It seemed that the situation was much more serious than they had imagined.
"Sir Rebos...I'm doing this all for Caroline." Ian sighed.
"Pope Ian...there are two less crusaders in the team." Caroline stepped forward and whispered:
"Two? Why two... did you notice when it was?"
Ian asked in confusion, and seeing Caroline shaking her head slightly, he could only let out a long sigh and stop thinking about it.
"He may have his own plan... I hope there is still room for maneuver, so we can break up the formation and adapt to the situation."
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In addition to the Battle Sisters who are exclusive to the state religion, elite troops such as the Crusaders and Stormtroopers are also trained at the Zhongsi Academy.
As an Inquisitor of the Inquisition, he can mobilize most of the Imperial organizations, not to mention Harrington from the Inquisition.
Cans, Stormtroopers, and Sisters (chess pieces). Stormtroopers are basically the most elite mortal troops, well-equipped and with advanced weapons.
So the Crusaders from the State Religion blended into the crowd easily, including the Navy, Astra Militarum, Crusaders, Stormtroopers, Tech Priests, Automatons and even a few strange women in leather jackets.
This person silently observed the direction of the crowd, examined the armed forces, searched for eyes in the corners, and waited for news of another person's action.
...
As time went by, the people who had previously been discussing ideas were now so nervous that they kept silent.
Everyone was amazed at the warship that leaped out from the starry sky. There were damages, breaks, holes everywhere, and even several boarding ships that had not been removed were stuck on the hull, all of which demonstrated its proud achievements.
But when everyone took a closer look, they found that behind the great achievements were piles of bones like mountains and seas, the macro cannons were broken, the light spears were melted, and only one tenth of the air defense array was intact. If the other party had not leapt here, it could have been mistaken for a ghost ship floating in the air.
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The Thunder Eagle that flew in was, as expected, badly damaged, with welding marks clearly visible on the landing gear. People even speculated that this thing was hastily put together.
"It's so broken, I guess all that's left in their ship is scrap metal."
"Alas, the Astartes have been beaten into such a miserable state. If we were to encounter them, we would probably not survive more than three days..."
Everyone murmured quietly, and then a group of wounded Space Marines marched out in a line.
Dotted holes and mottled black burn marks came into view, but the words "remnant soldiers and defeated generals" could not be used to describe them. Although defeated in spirit, none of the Fire Covenant warriors showed signs of decline.
They are all like dragons lurking deep in the abyss, holding their breath and keeping quiet, with ruthless murderous intent lurking beneath their calm faces, waiting for the moment to burst out when they kill the enemy.
"Hiss... You are so domineering, as expected of someone who has fought his way out of a sea of corpses..."
The admiral was speechless and lowered his head. The people around him who were discussing the matter also fell silent, not daring to look at the Inquisitor who turned around.
Harrington looked unhappy. The adjutant took a deep breath and stepped forward and said:
"Inquisitor Harrington has made it clear that all Astartes must surrender their weapons. We will return them promptly after the meeting."
Silence and stillness appeared simultaneously. None of the thirty Fire Covenant warriors paid any attention to this guy. They remained motionless in military posture, waiting for the arrival of their superiors.
The adjutant was a little embarrassed and looked at the Inquisitor at the back for advice. Harrington looked at this group of silent soldiers with veins on his forehead twitching. It was useless to talk to them. Without the leader, they could do nothing. Then he turned his head and asked the adjutant to go aside.
At this moment, the Thunder Eagle slowly took off and began its second transport. Everyone had to wait patiently. No one dared to speak or move. They could only stare at those warriors wearing helmets who could not see any movement.
The depressing half hour was finally broken with the creaking sound of the plane landing. If we had waited any longer, the soles of some people's shoes would have been scratched.
“Buzz…Buzz…”
The front door was lowered to the ground, and then with the sound of "boom boom" the fearless mecha that made everyone tremble appeared.
"Shit!"
Harrington, whose patience had reached its limit, became furious when he saw this. He shouted and the Minotaur warriors around him all raised their guns, cannons, shields and halberds and waited.
The heavy weapons team on the second floor fence also aimed their guns at the terrifying armor. The Crusaders immediately raised their shields and stepped forward, and the nuns also quickly closed their visors and confronted each other.
Ian's hair stood on end and he took a half step back. He had heard of the reputation of the Dreadnought. This kind of deadly weapon could scare away a large wave of enemies just by its name, but using it to participate in such a discussion meeting had unclear implications.
"Gar... Garcia... Garcia is attending the meeting... to see glory return to the Chapter... Garcia is going to protect the Chapter."
The sound of the Dreadnoughts was like a loud bell, causing the generals in formal attire to grimace in fear and unsteady their steps.
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"Respected Judge Harrington, as per your request, all company commanders must attend the meeting.
Although it is not easy to communicate with the captain of the Eighth Company after he entered the ice coffin and became a sacred fearless mecha, his official position is higher than ours, so we should go there. "
The previous Fire Covenant warriors automatically split into two rows to make room, and several high-level warriors with clear identification gradually walked out.
"Cise, the priest of the Fire Covenant."
"Fire Covenant Apothecary Morton."
"Fire Covenant Tech Sergeant Dean."
"Zakli, the think tank of the Fire Covenant."
The four of them said in unison.
Priest
Technical Sergeant
药剂师
Think tank
"The rest of the company officers have died for their country, and the high-ranking officers of the Fire Covenant are in place."
"Then I didn't ask you to be fully armed! Are you threatening me? Are you threatening the lives of the naval officers and Anglican priests who came to witness?" Harrington's mouth twitched.
After these words were spoken, the naval generals took a deep breath and thought to themselves, don't take us with you, because we know that nothing good will happen if we meet the Inquisitor.
"It's a bad start." Ian said to himself, but seeing the tension between the two sides, for the sake of his own safety, he stepped forward and said:
"Your Excellency the Inquisitor, Your Excellency the Angel, since both parties are willing to communicate, I think we should refrain from using weapons and communicate peacefully under the watchful eye of the Emperor of God. The result may be a happy one for both parties."
The double-headed eagle scepter was placed on the ground. Think tank Zakli waved his hand to signal his teammates to put down their guns. The warriors of the Fire Covenant were in uniform, showing their military appearance and discipline.
"Of course, Your Holiness, the Fire Covenant is a loyal warrior of the God-Emperor. You are right."
Zachley, who was not wearing a helmet, smiled, and Ian smiled back. Only Harrington said with a twisted face and coldness:
"You'd better ask me before speaking."
The huge hammer head pointed at Ian, and as it shook, the energy field on it ionized the air, making a "buzzing" sound. Even if it didn't hit the other party, it was very terrifying. This behavior was undoubtedly a provocation to others.
The battle nuns naturally would not allow such a thing to happen, even if the guy on the other side was the Inquisitor who could decide their life and death.
Caroline took the lead and stood in front. Although she did not point the gun at the other party, her meaning was very obvious.
Ian forced himself to smile, bent over to show weakness and signaled his soldiers to move aside, saying that he would understand the difference between priority next time.
But even so, Harrington still stared at everyone, staring at the cold Caroline.
"Humph, mutants... the rubbish of the Empire."
Ian was shocked again. He forgot to judge the other party's attitude towards mutants as an Inquisitor, whether he was a pure faction or a radical faction.
The status of the Inquisitors are equal, and they will not come together to form an order unless they encounter a task that cannot be completed alone.
The Order of the Hammer (Ordo Malleus), the Order of Heresy/Inquisition, and the Order of Alienism/Inquisition are the largest orders among them.
There are many sects among them. After all, every inquisitor has his own opinions. Over time, various factions have merged and intertwined and multiplied.
(The sects in the Inquisition are also very complicated. I won’t explain them in detail in this article, but will just give a simple introduction. This also confirms the old saying that demons come from the Inquisition, aliens come from the Inquisition, and heretics come from the Inquisition.)
Fortunately, after saying this, Harrington turned his attention to the opposing regiment. Perhaps the troops of the State Religion could still be considered allies, while the other side could be considered enemies.
But Ian couldn't be happy. After all, who knew if his team would be the next to take action after the Inquisitor had dealt with the warband's issues? Thinking of this, his eyes silently became gloomy.
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When the Thinker (computer) controlling the gate flashed twice and restarted, the Crusader who had been silent until now finally took action. He searched for something in the equipment bag on his waist as he walked.
"Military site, please do not approach."
The stormtroopers guarding the gate stepped forward and stretched out their hands to stop them, but the Crusaders did not stop immediately. The stormtrooper leader immediately raised his hand to signal alert, and the automatic robots of the order immediately raised their guns and aimed at the invaders.
But the Crusader still walked forward calmly, then took out a scroll from his waist bag and said:
"Bring the Inquisitor's decree, ordering you to go."
"Decree?" The leader was a little confused and turned to look at others, but he suddenly realized something the next second and his finger had already pulled the trigger the moment he turned his head.
"Fuck, his reaction is really fucking fast."
However, Thunderstrike's Crusader was faster, and with the sharpness of its precision-crafted power sword and its own enormous strength, it could easily pierce through even the sturdy carapace armor.
But the target of his sword, which was invisible to the naked eye, was not a living person. The "buzzing" sound of the sword instantly pierced through the red metal mecha, and the plasma cannon flashed twice before it could finish gathering energy and went out.
The scroll floating in the air was not made of sheepskin, but was made with a human face as the base and evil words written in blood. The mouth on it began to move, and confusing whispers immediately lingered in the ears of the remaining soldiers.
"Plop, pop..."
The finger that pulled the trigger immediately straightened, and the strong body began to twitch horribly. A dozen stormtroopers fell to the ground lifeless without even a word, and the automatic weapons above their heads did not fire a single shot at the Crusader from beginning to end.
The Crusader took off his helmet, revealing a face that should have been dead. Lucius closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and greedily sucked the air. It was unclear whether the expression on his face was crying or laughing. He stood there in a daze, trembling away from his crotch.
"Oh oh...hiss...it's still comfortable to be alive, hahahaha."
Lucius walked up to the Thinker, widened his eyes and leaned forward and said:
"What? Do I need to scan my face to get in?"
Before he finished speaking, the face on the Thinker's screen flickered, and then the gates at the back opened one by one, and Lucius jumped in with his arms folded, laughing like a little girl.
Lucius is a pervert (in all aspects) - Shemale Island, where Sanji learned the Moon Walk
"Oh, little Bobo is awesome. I even doubt whether you have any relationship with that guy Val. But what about these corpses?"
No one responded, only the sound of other hatches being locked in the distance. Lucius licked his lips with a smile, then began to take off his crusader armor, stretching his wrinkled and disgusting body with his bare butt.
“Ah, it’s great to have you, if the master knew your situation, he might want to have you as a bed partner.
But now, I have to get the equipment over, hehe, please help me and close the Geller's position. Don't worry, with such a small amount of flesh and blood, I can only pass on a set of armor."