Warhammer Inquisitor

Chapter 307 The Rise of the Primarch: The Return of the Marshal

Antarctica, the last natural relic above Terra and the Himalayas, although Terra has long been completely covered by mechanized cities, high-rise buildings stand on the earth, oceans and mountains, forests and snowfields are already in planet-level cities It disappeared in the process of transformation, but Antarctica still exists in this world.

The reason is very simple, everything here belongs to an organization, an organization that is feared in Terra, and even in the entire galaxy. It was formed by the Emperor himself in the ancient Great Crusade, and by the heroic Marca. An organization that was established by the Supreme Marshal Vito Constantine, and was above all the military and political institutions of the Empire.

Its name is the Imperial Inquisition.

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The swirling blizzard danced in the sky, a gray-black bunker standing in the snowfield stood alone on the ice field, the white snow fluttered and fell on the gray concrete outer wall and the unmanned anti-aircraft weapons were deployed around, a door was silent. The muzzle pointed to the sky, and the sonic radar swirled in the wind, and around it, the wind slapped against the narrow windows of the bunker.

Outside the window, a black shadow swept across the wall, and it was a man, a soldier in a black military coat and a unique reflective breastplate on his chest, walking with a gun on his back in the half-buried Yongbei outside the bunker On the ground where he entered the bunker, he was holding the gun belt on his shoulder with his hands in thick winter gloves, and stood on the blizzard-swept concrete platform.

The guard stood outside the window in a towering black felt hat with a prominent logo, a red i, and a black windproof hood under the badge. On the eye part of the dark headgear, he wears a pair of windproof glasses. The dark lens is one-sided, and the eyes inside cannot be seen, but it is like a mirror reflecting light.

The soldier's snow boots stepped on the snow outside the bunker. The crisp white snow made a sparse cracking sound under the rolling of the combat boots. The cold wind blew the corner of the black coat. The soldier stood with a gun on his back. The snow overlooks the endless ice field in front of you.

There was nothing on the white snowfield, only flying blizzards, and the barren icefield was reflected on the windshield, but suddenly a blast from the air broke the silence of the icefield.

It was a sonic boom from the sky, a crackling sound that broke through the air, and something was passing through the thick clouds.

The rotating radar behind the soldier responded. A small long-wave receiving point protruded from the top of the fan radar. The wide radar turned to shake the snow off his body. It aimed at the whistling down in the sky. thing.

The soldier on the icefield raised his head, and a bright bolide was reflected on the black mirror. The soldier raised his head with a gun on his back and looked at the meteor. The automatic double-mounted anti-aircraft laser cannon above the bunker behind him also slowly Raised, the muzzle was aimed at what was falling, and the flames that cut through the sky were passing through the dark clouds and falling from the blizzard sky.

The soldier pressed the position on the side of his goggles. As he pressed his finger, a locking aperture appeared on the inner field of view glass of the goggles. The aperture covered the falling bolide. After zooming in, the soldiers could clearly see the silver fighter jet that was diving down rapidly.

The fighter plane was very beautiful. The fluid linear structure was like a silver drop of water. The soldier looked at the fighter plane that was cutting through the stormy sky, turned and tapped the glass of the bunker behind him with his fist.

Behind the glass sits another Icefield Guard, not in full armor and base gear, but in a turtleneck sweater, sitting comfortably in a heated and brightly lit bunker drinking hot coffee, his hands Holding the hot coffee and looking at the scanning radar in front of him, suddenly the glass in front of him was knocked on.

The guard in the bunker was startled, and immediately put down the coffee at hand and looked at the soldier outside the window. He turned and pointed to the silver fighter jet that was rapidly entering the Antarctic sky in an arc and was gradually turning towards the front.

The guard looked at the thing, and immediately kicked his legs, the pulley under the office chair slid on the floor heating floor, he slid to the instrument on the other side, and quickly clicked with his fingers on it to operate, and soon the silver The shuttle appeared on the scan screen.

A data window also popped up on its side, on which was written a line number, i-00001, in striking red and gold font.

The guard looked at the screen and nodded to the soldier outside the window. He stood up and walked to the weapon console on the other side. He quickly turned off the automatic turrets around the anti-aircraft bunker, and followed all the red anti-aircraft ** signs on the screen. It turned green, and the anti-aircraft guns behind the soldiers outside the window gradually stopped.

Just as the guard turned off the anti-aircraft weapon array, the communication channel beside him rang, and the sound wave frequency band suddenly appeared on the small display window, accompanied by the fluctuation of the audio frequency.

"Air defense post No. 072, the main fort has detected a flying object passing through your defense area, report the situation." The voice said so, the guard looked at the flying machine outside the window, which was flying very fast. , flew from this section of the window to that section almost at once.

The eyes of the guards in the bunker followed the whistling silver droplets, and the soldier standing in the snow outside the window could see longer before it disappeared. You can turn your head with the gun on your back and watch the thing fly to the ice field in the distance, to the direction of the huge shadow standing in the blizzard.

In the direction where the water droplets disappeared, the guard in the bunker pressed one hand on the communication channel, "The Great Teacher is back, the real Great Teacher."

The segment of the communication band fell silent, and the silence lasted for a short moment, and soon the audio band shook again, "Understood, stick to your post."

"Yes, sir," the guard said, turning off the communication channel. He turned and walked to the large glass window of the bunker. He leaned against the corner of the wall and squinted from the edge of the window to the outline of the huge shadow on the distant ice field.

"The Great Teacher is back, what does this mean?" The soldier standing outside the window carried a gun and pressed down the communicator hanging around his neck with one hand. His voice soon followed the communicator. The disturbance of the strong wind appeared directly in the bunker, clearly and clearly.

"I don't know, Cullen, but I only know one thing, we will have a job soon, a job that is more exciting than watching radar in this ghost place." The guard in the bunker said with a smile, he looked at the flashing sky in the sky. The bright spot of light in the dark cloud said so.

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The Aquila roared over the ice sheet, its terminal vector vents burning violently in the snow, bright and long thruster flames blazing in the cloudy sky illuminating the skyline.

The blizzard blew on the curved cockpit glass of the Skyhawk, and the goose feather-like snow flew over the smooth glass and the fuselage of the fighter plane. In the cockpit, Vito's eyes looked at the dark clouds outside the glass in front of him. , cumulus clouds interspersed with blizzards blocked all visual field of vision.

But Vito doesn't need to see what's out there, because it's not him, it's Helen, the little AI lady is standing on the little disc on the arm of Vito's seat, she doesn't Do any movement, but stand there calmly, eyes made of light particles looking out the window at the constantly disturbing dark clouds.

Vito knew that he didn't need to worry about Helen. She could see what was outside. Through the sensor imaging of the Aquila, she could see everything on the ice sheet and the navigation route below. Their unique perspective of flying over any storm.

And this time was no exception. The Skyhawk suddenly rolled and turned to one side. The unparalleled maneuverability of the shuttle allowed it to complete a large turn almost on the spot. The vector jet was adjusted through the knob at the end, pushing the flame instantly. It penetrated the cloud layer diagonally behind the Aquila.

The silver fighter plane swooped down from above the clouds, Vito was sitting in the driver's seat, his eyes looked out the window at the dark clouds and flying snow that quickly slid from both sides, and soon the glass rushed out of the sea of ​​clouds, a new The world unfolded before his eyes.

It was a fortress, a huge fortress standing on an ice sheet, its towering walls almost completely integrated with the Transverse Mountains that stretched across Antarctica, the dark Great Wall jutting diagonally out of the iceberg, ramming its wide end In the Arctic snow, a dam-like structure of diamond-shaped walls has formed.

Unlike ordinary dams, its body is also covered with countless weapons. On the slope of the city wall, shooting positions opened one by one stand on the wall. On the high walls and shooting positions of the blizzard, A door of various anti-aircraft weapons aimed at the sky.

The Aquila flew parallel to the outside of the city wall. Vito's eyes looked out at the city wall and weapons that passed by from one side. The silent anti-aircraft guns and hive missile launch bays, heavy laser cannons and electromagnetic rail guns all stood. In the snowflakes, their bodies were covered with a layer of white snow, just like wild wolves crawling in the snow, waiting in silence for the chance to pounce on their prey and shred its trachea.

The Skyhawk suddenly pulled up from the corner of the fortress. Under Helen's operation, the silver fighter jets roared from the outside of the towering city wall in the blink of an eye. They flew over the obstacles of the city wall and reached the vast expanse above the wall. on flat surface.

This is the real area of ​​the fortress, the entire upper layer of the glacier is completely flattened, steel and perpetual concrete fortifications cover everything, and on top of the vast iceberg is a vast steel plain, and on the ground is a majestic cannon. Straight to the sky.

The revolving tube of the ground-based heavy turbo laser cannon is aimed at the sky, and the Skyhawk whizzes past the silent muzzle. Vito overlooks the square area outside the fortress from the inside of the cabin. There are also many anti-aircraft weapons here. Large and small air and ground weapons are scattered here.

In addition to heavy turbo laser cannons, there are orbital accelerated magnetic cannons, giant ground-based laser cannon arrays, light spears and closed shooter death warhead launch bays, energy pipes densely scattered around them, large transport vehicles parked in heavy snow, There are also automatic ammo loaders that provide them with a steady stream of power.

Together, they form a firestorm of death here. As the people in the fort are willing, they can use these weapons at any time to shred any enemy who dares to approach.

Vito's eyes lifted from this weapon plain, and he looked at the main body of the fortress, which was already close at hand. In front of him was a second city wall rising from the steel plain. a tarmac.

The Skyhawk flew in front of the tarmac, and the vector jets quickly adjusted downwards, pushing the flames to hit the gray-black steel landing deck quickly. In an instant, all the snow that fell on it was spraying flames. All disappeared under the bombardment, and the remaining parts that did not melt were also scattered and danced around under the action of the jet stream.

The Skyhawk landed on the parking deck, and with its heavy landing gear slowly falling on the tarmac, the magnetic lock was quickly activated, and the small blue lightning beating locked the Skyhawk on the tarmac.

Vito looked at the huge armored door in front of him. At the end of its tall door, the platform that extended from the apron began to slowly retract towards the door. With the roar of the transmission structure in the invisible wall, the apron also slowed down. Slowly entered the city wall.

Inside the high wall and the armored gate, a young judge wearing a black trench coat from the Inquisition was already waiting here. He looked at the apron slowly entering the fortress in front of him, and the silver fighter plane that was parked steadily on it.

The young Inquisitor looked at the smooth, art-like silver shuttle. Its fluid body shone with slender filaments under the brightly lit surrounding lights, but soon his Yaxing was overwhelmed. Interrupted, a circle of cracks suddenly appeared on the seamless body of the Skyhawk, and the hatch slowly opened and fell.

The young Inquisitor looked at the falling hatch and the person walking down from it. He was also wearing a black trench coat. The young man stood up to salute him as soon as he saw him, yes, salute, salute of the Inquisition The way is also the military salute, which is the rule that Vito laid down when he founded them many years ago.

Although the Inquisition is a secret police organization that surpasses any military and political institutions, the discipline, obedience and execution of the military must also be implemented here, even further. Therefore, although the Inquisition is relatively active in the Astral Army and the Navy , operations and management are relatively loose, but each of their members is still a soldier, a group of members of a well-disciplined military organization.

Vito smiled and saluted the young man in response to him. Vito looked around the empty fortress parking lot. There were shuttles of different shapes, all of which seemed to belong to different judges. , the aviation company affiliated to the trial court is not so diverse and colorful.

"It looks like you're the only one here to pick me up, young man." Vito smiled and walked down the slanted hatch. The young judge standing in front of the door still raised his hand. He looked at Vito seriously, without a trace slack means.

"The Grand Instructor, all the high-ranking judges, and other important members are waiting for you in the hall. I have been ordered to come here to receive you, the Supreme Instructor."

"Okay, what's your name? Boy." Vito asked standing in front of the young man, who was stunned for a moment, but quickly regained his mind, he put down his arm and nodded to Vito.

"Inquisitor Heinrich Beria, my lord, belongs to the Tribunal of Heresy."

Hohohoho, believe me, this tribunal is the most terrifying of the three, at least for most imperial people, they are the department responsible for liquidating, dealing with and eliminating heresy, and they are mainly aimed at " Mortals" are traitors within the Empire.

There are various types and definitions of traitors, from renegade officials, stupid corrupt officials, incompetent officers and governors, to workers who spread negative opinions, sabotage, etc., and even farmers who accidentally use the wrong growth hormone. In short, they define There are various "heretics" in the book, and even one will be added temporarily.

But it also adds a lot of flexibility to their work, being able to adapt on the spot, yes, yes, it also leads to a lot of idiots, killing innocent judges indiscriminately, or simply depending on their mood to decide who is Heresy, but trust me, such people generally don't have long careers as inquisitors, not biologically long.

Vito looked at the young man in front of him and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Then, Judge Heinrich, lead the way." "As ordered, sir, this way please."

Heinrich stepped aside and motioned for Vito to follow him, who did follow the young Inquisitor, and Vito followed him through the tall hangar.

He looked around at everything. Everything here had changed a lot from when he left. A lot of new equipment, renovations and new explosion-proof layers were added, which made Vito very happy, because it meant that the Inquisition It did not become an old-fashioned, old-fashioned, and immutable idiot organization as rumored.

Believe me, there are many departments in the empire, in order to follow the "ancient" tradition, they will be firm in all aspects, even stubborn and conservative, not only all work and language habits, but even decoration and construction. Keep it for [-] years, don't you believe it?Then go look at the parchment of the Ministry of State and the hall and you'll understand.

Vito walked on the wide deck. He observed everything around him, but one thing remained the same. It was exactly the same as when he left. The Inquisition faithfully inherited Vito's pragmatism, as well as the industrial steel style art deco. There isn't any excessive, bells and whistles like statues, Roman columns or frescoes.

In Vito's consistent opinion, he refers to the kind of gothic decoration that the emperor likes, which is called a waste of time and resources. To be honest, you spend a lot of time and energy on useless decorations. Time to build another ship.

Although many Inquisitors, in order to deal with the state religion and other departments of the empire, rather than entangle with them about what is an artistic heresy, they will decorate their warships into those exaggerated religious ships, you know, will The flying cathedral kind.

But Vito is very happy, at least here, in the Antarctic headquarters of the Inquisition, they still inherited the simple decoration that Vito liked back then, the steel walls and the roads on both sides without any extra decoration, but they are different from Pertura. The pure icy wind of Bo, through the flashing lines, the streamlined shape of modern and industrial style, and the smooth surface, reveals a different kind of beauty all the time in the monotony.

Vito looked at everything around him, and when he walked, he discovered the only religious element here, a very unique way of displaying its characteristics.

On the high wall on that side stood a huge painting by the gate Vito passed by, on which hung three portraits, of which the one in the center was undoubtedly the Emperor, who was wearing his An outrageously exaggerated golden armor, with a golden halo shining behind his head, and his eyes shining brightly, he stood in the huge picture scroll.

On the other side of the Emperor, there is another painting, on which is a mortal man, or an elder, he is wearing a simple robe, but his old face is full of spirit and fortitude, in his hands Holding one of the most eye-catching scepters, it is a scepter burning with fire, the eagle soaring on the top of the scepter, the raging flames burning from under the eagle, and his name is below the image.

"Malcador, old guy, I didn't expect them to hang you here, and this one here is." Vito said and turned his head to look at the portrait that hung side by side with the Emperor and Malcador.

It was a man in a black Inquisition trench coat. He stared at the passers-by in front of him. There was also a sun wheel behind his head, but it had a different shape from the Emperor's. He wore a sun wheel on his shoulders. For the golden brochure, it was quite gorgeous and unique, different from all the military ranks in the empire, there were no stars and any military rank distinction marks on it, but only a soaring eagle and a thunderbolt held under its feet.

The Imperial Skyhawk was combined with the letter i of the Inquisition, and hung on his chest. The golden ribbon of glory and the scarlet shirt blew down from his shoulders. Under the scarlet shirt was a long red velvet belt. The edges were trimmed with golden suede to distinguish it from the color of the red robe, as if a red road strap hung down from his shoulders and down his waist.

On the wide red belt are several shining badges, military emblems or logos to be precise, from top to bottom are the Inquisition, the Legal Department, the Astral Army, and the Imperial Navy. There is also a unique one that combines The emblem of the unifying features of the Bolter, the Chainsword and the Space Marine Helm, that emblem represents all Space Marine Chapters.

The symbols and emblems of all the armed forces of the empire are placed on his chest in an orderly manner, symbolizing his power, and his supreme power over all the shields and blades of the entire empire.

And the name of the power is branded under the portrait, and at the end of the portrait, a golden nameplate is engraved with the name of the person depicted on it.

Vito Constantine, the Supreme Marshal of the Empire and the Supreme Mentor of the Inquisition.

Vito was stunned for a moment when he looked at the portrait. He pointed to the portrait and was about to say something when the closed door beside him was opened by Heinrich, and the roaring door opened to both sides. , followed by the sound of uniform footsteps.

"Everyone stand at attention! Salute to the marshal!" Behind the gate, the man standing at the head of the judges stood at attention and roared. As he brightened, there was a sound of neatly closing footsteps in the entire hall, and the heels of his boots hit the ground. Together, dozens of arms raised at the same time in the roar, salute to Vito behind the door.

On their other side, the silent assassins in combat tights and different skull masks stood on the other side, instead of salute, they all knelt down, headed by the female assassins, all The terrifying assassins all fell to one knee and bowed their heads to Vito.

Heinrich also stepped back outside the gate and saluted. He stood beside Vito and looked at Vito with his head held high with serious eyes, "Welcome back, Lord Marshal, the Inquisition and the Assassin are all waiting for you. The command."

(End of this chapter)