Warhammer Inquisitor

Chapter 310 The Rise of the Primarch: Faith and War
The black car was driving on the avenue. Angwa held the steering wheel and drove the car on the road in the center of the army column. The Grand Instructor of the Inquisition looked out of the window. Young students walking by.

These young men and women wear the same uniforms, breastplates, and helmets as the Astral Army. The only difference is that their clothing is black and the breastplates are silver. The contrasting color scheme makes it easy to see at a glance. out of their identities, but this obviously did not affect their mood.

In fact, the morale of the cadets was quite high. On the pavement on both sides of the road, the cadets marched in line, and the soldiers walked with their guns held high, and they sang high-spirited songs in unison. Walking in a neat pace, their young commanding squad leader led the way at the forefront.

Behind the company captain, the flag bearer carried a red banner with the proud emblem of Zhongsi Academy, the emblem of honor belonging to the loyal and proud warriors of the Empire. On the shoulders of the soldiers who sang with their comrades, the red flag fell, leading the direction of the team.

The cadet company passed by the car, and the leading company commander raised his arms and saluted the car as he walked past the car window. Angwa looked at the cadet with a smile. In the passenger seat, Lieutenant General Nakhimov Vronshilov, the director of the Zhongsi Academy.

Dean Nakhimov saluted the company commander from the passenger seat. The latter put down his arms with a bright smile and walked at the forefront of the team with his head held high. The young soldiers behind him were all carrying laser guns. Waving his arms neatly behind him, the high-spirited singing echoed between the high walls.

"It seems that the morale of the students is very good. They don't need to use bad eloquence like the political commissar students, shouting all kinds of slogans mixed with the emperor and loyalty." Angwa looked at the students on both sides. They, one by one, passed by in square formations, mixed with advancing Chimera personnel carriers and trucks.

Nakhimov watched them with a long sigh, "Yes, their morale is high. When the news of a possible war in Terra comes, these children are more excited than each other."

"Understandable, recruits, they have been studying within the high walls of the academy for many years. The senior students came here when they were five or six years old. Now more than ten years have passed, and they can't wait to get it. Take up arms and fight the bastards who have betrayed the Emperor."

Angwa looked at a female student walking by, her black hair was tied into a tall braid, a black raincoat was draped over her body, and a laser sniper rifle was carried on her shoulder, following her steps And up and down.

There are many female students around her, loyal students and the imperial army, but men and women are equal, all people, all loyalists have the obligation and responsibility to take up arms and destroy the emperor's enemy who threatens the empire.

Believe me, don't underestimate these girls, they are no less inferior to any fighter you have ever seen, and if you speak rudely to them, or question whether they can afford guns and knives as women, they are happy to I'll show you the proof of it, although some parts of it may hurt for a while, or a long time, depending on what you said.

The Inquisitor looked at the female warriors who passed by, with laser guns on their shoulders and their military boots walking in the queue with neat and loud steps, "Hey, they look confident and proud, you did a good job Nasimo Husband, you have managed this place well over the years."

"They, and they are not ready, Angwa, they are not ready to go to the battlefield." Nakhimov sat in the co-pilot, he leaned against the door and looked at the young people passing by the window, They are full of energy and high morale, and their confident expressions make people have no doubts about them. When the army of Chaos descends on this planet, they will take up arms without fear and fight to the death of those warp monsters.

But high morale does not mean victory. Morale is crucial, but it is not the absolute factor that determines the outcome of the battle. Experience is what every veteran who survives, those veterans who can make the Emperor proud of them, All must have considerable combat experience.

They are elite soldiers in a hundred battles. Even if they are short of weapons and ammunition, they can rely on their excellent combat experience to achieve unexpected victories. That is the talent and experience that has been tempered in countless bloody battles. These, in There are no high morale students here.

"They are not ready. These children know nothing about war. They know about the enemy of Chaos, just from books, from the word of mouth of the instructors." Nakhimov said on the side, in front of his eyes Passed a Chimera where the commander was chatting with the shooter sitting on the turret.

The faces of the young armored crew members did not show any signs of dirt, their uniforms were not wet with sweat and diesel, and their hair was neatly combed, which fully conformed to all the most standard military appearance specifications of the Imperial Star Army. That's what a group of recruits will have, and only recruits will have.

"They are the future of the Empire, and each of them should be an officer, a commander, or a judge of your Inquisition, an arbitrator in the Department of Justice, or a captain of the Navy. They should not die here."

"War is coming, Nakhimov, these children have no choice, none of us, and no one in today's empire has a choice." Angwa said, driving a car in the middle of the army column, the black car shuttled through the long The road inside the high wall, and the intersections one by one.

Angwa drove a car through the intersection, stood in the center of the road with a laser gun on his back, and a young student holding two command flags waving red flags and commanding the surrounding armored vehicles and tanks to move forward. When he saw the black car driving After coming, and seeing Nakhimov among them, he immediately waved the flag and opened a path for the dean of the academy.

The car passed by the road beside him, the young man grabbed the two flags in one hand, and then stood up to salute the dean, who looked at the young and confident soldier with a smile on his face, and nodded to him sadly.

Angwa looked at the young people outside the window. He had entered his old age. He was still strong and strong and would not make anyone suspect. He had become weak and old, but his eyes were full of unease and worry. I am worried about the future of my children, and I am worried about the future of this empire.

Angwa glanced at the dean of the academy, he could see his worry, the judge smiled and let go of the steering wheel with one hand, and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, everything will change, Completely changed, hope has been rekindled in the Empire."

"Change? Angvar, does this have anything to do with who you're taking me to see?" "You'll know, old friend, you'll know in a moment."

Angwa retracted his hand, held the steering wheel again and drove forward. The black car drove past the trainees, and they soon arrived at a training ground, where the high wall on one side was opened, hollowed out. Behind the wall is a large training ground connected by slopes.

Young cadets conduct training here, shooting and tactical coordination. The infantrymen advance and shoot quickly under the leadership of the instructors. The stormtrooper team quickly intersperses actions inside and outside the modular building built in the distance. Descend down and jump into the window of the building with the laser gun on his back.

Under the building, the Chimera armored personnel carrier whizzed past. While the armored vehicle was driving, a group of soldiers quickly poured out from the gate on the back side. They were well-trained and organized and immediately took up their weapons and dispersed. battle formation.

The roaring Chimera drove by the side of the road, and on the inner road of the high wall beside it, black cars drove by Angvar at a high speed, and they passed under the high walls and domes of the Chushi Academy, Soon came to the most central location of the entire college.

Angvar parked the car in front of the tall main hall building, and a huge black hall stood in front of him. Its surface made of steel and concrete was extremely solid. At its higher top, a huge imperial sky eagle. Towering there, spreading its wings and soaring in the sky of the Royal Palace of Terra.

Huge flags fell from the walls on both sides. After Angwa opened the car door and walked out, Nakhimov quickly followed him and stepped out of the car. He stood in front of the huge hall in the center and looked at it in surprise. To Angvar opposite the door.

"Here is the man you want me to see? In the main castle?" "Yes, to be exact, he's waiting for you in your office, come on, I think we've kept my lord waiting too long."

Angvar closed the car door as he spoke. He tidied up his collar and walked quickly up the stairs in front of him. Nakhimov looked at Angvar and tilted his head in surprise, but he quickly shrugged and followed. .

They walked up the stairs, and the two high-level students who came down from the top stood at attention and saluted Nakhimov, who also nodded to them and followed Angvar's footsteps up, and they walked up to the The towering steps entered from the gate of the main castle where people came and went, and entered the most core part of this Zhongsi Academy.

Obviously, Nakhimov knew this place very well. As the dean of Zhongsi Academy for half a century, he knew very well every corridor, every side court and every step of his own academy. He knew even more about the intricate classrooms here. Lecture hall and indoor training ground.

Soon, Nakhimov took Angwa through the students, as well as countless complex structures in the entire hall, to the door of the dean's office at the height of the fortress.

After the two walked up the stairs, they walked along the red carpet in the center of the road, and walked forward with the portraits of the past presidents of Zhongsi College hanging on both sides. There were many portraits. After all, Zhongsi College has been established for thousands of years. portraits lined the long hallway.

But soon, they walked through the long corridor and came to the magnificent domed hall at the end. They bypassed the tall statue of an angel with a sword standing in the center and came to the gate behind it.

An officer sat in front of the brown-red double-opening door. He was sitting behind the table set up in front of the door, with a table of documents in front of him. He was reviewing the documents on it to sort out and summarize those It is worthy of the care of the dean of the college, as well as the review and approval of the documents.

He looked at the documents in front of him seriously, and when he picked up the teacup to take a sip, he heard footsteps approaching. The young officer raised his head and immediately noticed the dean of the academy who was approaching. He immediately put down the teacup and stood up. The headmaster salutes.

"President Nakhimov."

"Good morning, Ciel, I heard that someone is waiting for me in my office." Nakhimov walked to the table and gave Ciel a simple salute. The young lieutenant glanced at the door in surprise. You need to look at the appointment list at hand to know that something is not right.

"No one is making an appointment to see you now, Dean, I remember very clearly, and I have been sitting here, and no one can avoid me going in."

Ciel said with certainty, Nakhimov turned his head to look at Angwa who was walking up beside him, the latter smiled softly and turned his hands to the young lieutenant in front of him, "Trust me, child, he can go anywhere he wants to go. , no one can stop him, if he wants to see Dean Nakhimov, he will definitely see it."

Angvar said and looked at Nakhimov who was beside him, nodded and motioned him to step forward to open the door. The latter looked at the door after being silent for a while, but quickly walked up. He walked past Ciel, and when he was young The lieutenant walked to the red-brown door under the eyes of the lieutenant.

Nakhimov grabbed the door handle, he pressed down and pushed the door open sharply. The double-opening door quickly opened inward to reveal the office behind him. Nakhimov looked at his desk, where The swivel chair behind the large desk was facing away from him, but he knew that there was indeed a person sitting on it now.

One of the man's hand was leaning on the armrest, and the hand that turned the pen was exposed. He turned the pen, and then held it in his hand at once, the man's head turned back slightly, and then slowly moved the pen. The office chair turned around.

Nakhimov looked at the man in the chair, he sat on the office chair and smiled at Nakhimov, the pen in his hand was like a dagger in his hand, he turned the tip of the pen, leaned on the chair and looked at it. Nakhimov stood at the door, and the neon light from the floor-to-ceiling windows at the back of the office shone from behind him, shrouding him and the entire table and chairs in that light.

"Hello, Dean Nakhimov, nice to meet you."

"Who are you?" Nakhimov looked at the man and asked with a frown. The latter stood up from the chair with a smile. After he stood up, the light came from behind him. He stood in the halo. Like a god who came into the world.

He hummed lightly for a while, then put his hands behind his back, "Well, your grandfather?"

(End of this chapter)