Warhammer Inquisitor

Chapter 311 The Rise of the Primarch: God of War

Dean Nakhimov looked at the man standing at the table in front of him. He walked leisurely to the bookshelf on one side. The man's fingers slid across the bookshelf, and the quaint military books were between his fingers. Jumping, the man looked at the names of those books.

"History of Navigation, Theory of War, Sun Lord-Macharius, Steel and Heavy Artillery, The Movement of War, and Glory and Victory, your collection is quite good, for the past ten thousand years. military research books, you basically have them.”

He said and took a book off the shelf. The man flipped through the old brown-red book. The book looked very old. The pages in it were obviously bound, maintained and rearranged repeatedly. Yes, although this book can already be called an antique, the content in it is quite meaningful.

"Well, De Gaulle Tukhachev's "Air-Land Combat", I have to say, the content in this book is quite good, and it is very insightful, but it is a pity that today's imperial army has split the armor, Infantry, heavy artillery, and air force, so unfortunately his vision of a combined force cannot be realized for the time being."

"And not only his tactics, but that kid was also put on hold and punished for this heretical remark that "threaten the stability of the army." I remember that he was forced to retire not long after he wrote this book. "

He said and flipped through the book. Nakhimov walked into the office and slowly approached the man. Looking at the man's profile, he always felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Who are you? Sir, how did you get in here?" The dean asked and walked behind him. The man smiled softly and looked at the bookshelf, and soon he found out that it was placed in the center of the bookshelf, with a separate of books on display.

It was a red book with an eagle with wings outstretched on its cover, and there were several lightning bolts under its claws. He looked at the cover of the book with a slightly embarrassed and helpless expression on the corner of his mouth. smiled, and then he opened it and flipped through the pages of text, and his expression became more embarrassing as he flipped through it.

"The Emperor is above, where did you come from these words? Did I say these words?" He looked at the pages of parchment that was durable and had been preserved for a long time, on which were written paragraphs of paragraphs. Quotations, that is the content of the speech records of a certain big man, and the records are quite detailed, to an outrageous level.

"Especially this sentence," Soldiers can't spend too much time eating and enjoying, their first task is to fight wars, and only this is the first meaning of soldiers' existence. "" His fingers tapped the contents of the page lightly, and he smiled wryly with a speechless expression.

"Okay, I now know why the living conditions of the Astral Army and the navy are so bad. The prisoners of war said they violated the Geneva Convention. Good guys, you used a sentence I said casually as a bible. Thousands of years."

The man continued to complain while flipping through the important military books, which were as important to the imperial soldiers as the Holy Words of the State Religion. General Nakhimov, the dean of the Zhongshi Academy, immediately became furious. Step forward and approach the man.

"Enough, I can't allow you to criticize and humiliate the "Marshal's Canon" again arrogantly. I don't care who you are, sir, you have no right to do that! No one is qualified to do that!"

"Oh? Not even the original author? Even though you have already edited my little scripture, I can't recognize all the others." He said and closed the book, as thick as a dictionary. The scriptures were so heavy that he slapped up with both hands together before closing the heavy book, which was thick enough to be bulletproof.

Nakhimov looked at the man's face, and after hearing what he had just said was very natural, and there were no lies and fabricated reactions, Nakhimov fell into deep thought, and he stopped. As the dean of the Zhongsi Academy, Nakhimov knew how to judge. Lying and deceit, and excuses, trust me, the young people in the academy don't do much to deal with them in an attempt to free themselves from punishment.

But they often fail, because Dean Nakhimov knows how to tell if a person is lying, which is his experience in the military a long time ago.

He knows how to see from a person's eyes whether the quartermaster has properly distributed supplies, whether the sentries on guard have deserted, whether the maintenance chief is still maintaining and overhauling armored vehicles today, and of course, there are those in the Ministry of Military Affairs. Idiot, is there any honesty to deal with the materials applied for?

Therefore, those students who lie will be punished more severely, because lies and deception are the most vicious heretical behaviors, and they may go into evil ways in deception, so they need to be taught a good lesson and let them Get back on track.

Nakhimov knew how to tell if a man was lying, and now, he saw no sign of a lie in the eyes of the man in front of him, as if he really wrote the book.

"What's your name? Sir." Nakhimov asked after thinking for a moment. The man smiled and set up the thick holy book. He handed the book to Nakhimov, his fingers lightly on the page. The side of the slap was knocked, and the place where it was struck was written with a beautiful bronzing font, a name that was remembered by all imperial military strategists, soldiers and generals, and will always be respected.

Nakhimov took the book, he looked at the name, and immediately raised his eyebrows to the man in front of him, "Vito Constantine, Supreme Marshal, are you crazy?"

"Why do you think so?" The man put his hands behind his back and looked at Nakhimov with a smile, while the latter stared at him and frowned.

"Master Supreme Marshal, he has been gone for thousands of years, but this does not mean that someone can pretend to be him, the founder of the empire's armed forces, and the eternal leader." Nakhimov glared at the person in front of him, calling himself Vito Kang Standing's guy, the Dean looked at him seriously, with anger flashing in his eyes.

"What you just did is enough to be shot ten times, sir, maybe more than that. For the sake of Judge Angvar, I forget what you just did, but now please leave immediately! "

"If you take me so seriously, old friend, I assure you that he is indeed qualified to criticize the Holy Scriptures and the status quo of the entire empire, not because he is arrogant, but because he is Lord Vito Constantine. myself."

Angvar said and walked past Nakhimov. He stood in front of "Vito Constantine" who was standing in front of him with his hands behind his back. The judge looked at Dean Nakhimov in front of him. , calmly and earnestly telling the incredible truth.

Nakhimov looked at the Inquisitor Lord in front of him, he was silent for a while, and then looked at Vito in front of him and said slowly, "What the Lord Inquisition Lord said is shocking, no, it's not enough to convince me. "

"Nasimov, for the Emperor's sake, you." Angvar was about to say something when he raised his hand to stop. Vito looked at Nakhimov in front of him and smiled. He nodded slightly and pointed to the office door not far away.

"Go and close the door. I don't want too many people to know of my existence. When you close it, I will prove it to you." Of course, the dean did not obey the order immediately, and he still didn't know who Vito was.

So the dean pondered for a moment, and he looked at Angwa from the corner of his eye. The leader of the trial court nodded slightly to Nakhimov. After a little hesitation, Nakhimov turned and walked towards the gate.

"Sir." Lieutenant Charles, who was standing outside the door, looked at the dean who was approaching, and asked softly with doubts, but Nakhimov nodded lightly to him, and the dean silently pressed the two sides. The doorknob, he gave the lieutenant orders with practical actions.

Lieutenant Charles looked at the doorknob and nodded silently, "I'll be waiting outside the door, sir, if you need anything, just call me."

Nakhimov nodded lightly, the movement was very small, only he and Ciel could see this movement, Angvar and the guy who claimed to be Marshal Vito behind him could not see this mutual suggestion. , Nakhimov then pulled the door handle out, and then closed the door in front of him.

After closing the door, Nakhimov released the golden door handle and slowly turned his head to look back, "Okay, now it's your turn."

Before Nakhimov's words were finished, a flash of lightning suddenly roared, and the golden electric arc instantly shattered the door beside Nakhimov, and the bursting door instantly exploded countless debris.

Several more lightning bolts roared, and the arc pierced through the reddish brown door and hit the ground outside the office. Lieutenant Charles was startled, then pulled out the gun on his waist without any hesitation, and then kicked the door open. Step into it.

"Sir! You're all right." Ciel raised his pistol and pointed at the man, but when he saw the man, the words that were about to be blurted out suddenly choked.

Lieutenant Charles held a pistol and pointed at the man in front of him, who was covered in golden lightning in the office. He stood in the center of the office, and endless lightning and surging power roared out of him. The bookshelves, rows and rows of books fell in pieces, and behind him, the tables, chairs, teacups and other decorations were all toppled and rolled under the impact of their power.

Where the man stood, his eyes flashed with endless rays of light, the eyes turned completely golden, the black windbreaker also fluttered around with the power surging when he got up, and the lightning flashed constantly on its inner lining, like a dark cloud. Inside.

Ciel held the gun and looked at the man dully. In front of him, Dean Nakhimov looked at the golden man. Dean opened his eyes wide. He looked at the countless flashes of lightning, which engulfed everything. The electric light, and!The shining sun wheel behind his head!

Behind the man's head, a gleaming halo slowly appeared, and the circular halo disk gradually emerged with the beating and colliding lightning, and finally turned into a complete body at the top of his head. The man's head was in front of the halo. Illuminated by the light, his sparkling eyes looked at Nakhimov.

Nakhimov also looked at him, the thick holy scripture in Nakhimov's hand was hanging on the ground, the dean's expression of vicissitudes and infinite worry about the future was instantly dispelled by the light, his expression and eyes were instantly full of power, as if There was something invisible injected into him, as if a paralyzed main battle tank was finally injected with fuel.

Without the slightest hesitation or doubt, Nakhimov immediately knelt down in front of him, "Marshal."

"I'm glad we can get to know each other again, Dean." Vito said and walked slowly to Nakhimov. His steps were light as if floating in the air, but instead of the sound of footsteps was the roar of lightning, accompanied by the roar of lightning. With every step Vito took, lightning flashed under his feet.

Stepping on the sea of ​​golden arcs, Vito walked to Nakhimov. He looked down at the lieutenant general in front of him, and then turned to Lieutenant Charles, who was also holding a gun, as if he was simply frightened. And forgot to put down the gun.

"Lieutenant, I think you can put the gun down, and besides, if you really want to kill me, you have to find something more powerful."

"Sir!" The lieutenant shuddered after hearing this. The pistol in his hand fell to the ground. The lieutenant knelt down immediately after seeing the gun. He knelt behind Nakhimov and bowed his head to face the Wei who was in front of him. Tor, no, is a god.

"Your return. I am very honored, Marshal. I have longed for this moment all my life, to be able to swear allegiance to you in front of you, not for your statue, portrait or anything, but for you."

"Your loyalty should belong to the empire and human civilization, not me or a single individual." Vito asked softly, and the voice seemed to come from all directions in the bombardment of lightning.

"What you have said makes me extremely admire, Marshal, not everyone can refuse the desire for vanity and honor." Nakhimov said in a very respectful, enthusiastic and loyal voice. What should I say, when he showed up to reveal his identity, Marshal Nakhimov, the old general and the dean, had already dedicated his loyalty to him.

He dedicated his loyalty to the Supreme Marshal, a god, a legendary figure they had heard of as children, the warriors of the Empire, and when he returned, who would refuse to submit to him?

Vito looked at Nakhimov in front of him, his golden eyes twinkling, "I feel honored by your approval and approval, Dean, and now I ask for your help."

"Please give an order, Marshal, I will go through fire and water, and I will do whatever it takes! Even if I am torn to pieces." Nakhimov lowered his head and responded to Vito with a firm and extremely enthusiastic voice. The enthusiastic voice sounded like It is a young man, not the old veteran who has survived the life extension operation.

But it was not an illusion. Nakhimov felt that he was young again, and the enthusiasm of his youth was reinjected into him, awakening the will that had been dormant for many years.

"Not only for you, but also for your students, I need the help of Zhongsi Academy." Vito said softly, Nakhimov was silent for a moment after listening, he looked up after hesitating for a while. The marshal in front of him.

"Pardon my offense, Master Marshal, my students are not ready to go to the battlefield."

"Sir! We're done! We'll go through fire and water for the Marshal too!"

Before Nakhimov finished his words, Lieutenant Charr raised his head and protested loudly. turned into a frenzy.

"Your enthusiasm is commendable, Lieutenant, then let us give you a quiz, an important task that, although called a quiz, is about the fate of the Empire."

Vito said, Nakhimov raised his head and looked at Vito, who also lowered his head and looked at the dean in front of him, he smiled and turned to the huge French window at the end of the office behind him.

"Don't worry, Dean, I'm not asking your students to go to war, they're not ready, I know, but I do have a mission for them, for you."

Vito said and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He overlooked the huge palace outside the window. There were magnificent palaces and gardens everywhere. High walls, Roman columns and aqueducts were also standing and extending everywhere.

This is a beautiful place, in every sense of the word, except that, beneath its beautiful exterior, it has long been like a rotten apple, and beneath its gorgeous exterior has long been corroded by moths.

"Please give your order, Marshal, we are waiting for your order." Nakhimov stood up slowly and said, Vito smiled when he heard his firm voice, he turned his head to look out the window at the city, looking at the distant A gigantic building standing among countless palaces and high-rise buildings, it is a palace, a palace by the golden throne.

Vito looked through the glass and looked at the fourteen Gothic towers standing above the huge palace. The towering towers were all different in shape, but they all had the same characteristics, gorgeous and extremely extravagant, gold, silver And countless platinum and gemstones adorned the towers, whose builders used all their wealth to create them, and all that was to set off their status, the huge signs that hung from each tower. the status of the master.

"I am going to overthrow the Council of the High Lords of Terra, starting at ten o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow," Vito said, looking at the grand council hall, standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back.

"What did they do, do you know?"

"Of course, my lord."

"Then I think, I don't need to explain why."

Nakhimov's face was reflected on the glass beside him. He looked in Vito's direction and was silent for a while. Vito turned his head slightly to look at the reflection on the window, "Is there a problem?"

"Overthrow the High Lord? Marshal, are you ready to overthrow the Council?"

"Why, are you worried about rebellion?"

"No, of course not, my loyalty belongs to you, not the high lord, and besides, the things that the bastards do are resentful, especially the recent grain expropriation, they only want to protect themselves, not any For the loyalty, so I have no hesitation, just."

"Just what?"

"Only relying on us, I'm afraid we can't do it. The high lords have concentrated a lot of troops for self-protection. Their palaces and the parliament are surrounded by iron walls, and it is difficult for us to penetrate."

"No, you don't need it." Vito turned to look at Nakhimov behind him, he walked a few steps away from Nakhimov on lightning, "The defending troops will be transferred to suppress and defend the periphery of the palace. riots, so you don't need to worry about defenders."

"The rest of the guards who are still in the palace will also be handled by someone. Your mission is only one."

"What? Marshal."

"Lead all your students, take up arms and enter the inner court of the palace, control the streets and all weapon positions, light and heavy nuclear weapons and all ammunition depots, control all the military camps, and disarm the idiots still there."

Vito stood in front of Nakhimov, the marshal radiating light stood in front of him, overlooking himself, Nakhimov looked at Vito silently, waiting for an order.

"You need to control the streets and open a passage for me, and then I will enter the council from there, announce the dissolution of the High Lords Council, and take over all command of Terra and the solar system after that, I will defend Terra, such as Wan Like years ago."

"What if they refuse? My lord, do they choose to resist?" Nakhimov looked into Vito's eyes and asked, and the latter smiled slightly. He spread out one hand, and a large bolt of lightning flashed from it in an instant. When it shot out, the electric light instantly illuminated the faces of Nakhimov and Angvar and Ciel.

Vito looked at the lightning, then clenched his hands suddenly, Nakhimov looked at the lightning that disappeared in his hands and nodded, "Understood, Marshal, I understand."

"Very good, Dean, very good." Vito stood in front of Nakhimov, his hands behind his back, looking down at Nakhimov like a god.

"Assassin Court, Inquisition Court and their forces have joined me, how about you? Dean, are you and your Zhongsi Academy joining? Fight for the Empire."

Nakhimov watched Vito remain silent for a while, then closed his footsteps and stood at attention in front of Vito. Without any hesitation, Lieutenant General Nakhimov raised his arms and saluted to his marshal, "With the emperor and your In the name, I, and my students, will obey your orders for the future of the empire and mankind, and obey the orders of the Supreme Marshal."

"Very good, Dean, welcome to join the National Salvation Alliance. Everything you, we, did on that day will definitely go down in history forever." Vito said and pressed Nakhimov's shoulder, his The lightning on his palm subsided partially, so he didn't electrocute the dean into coke when he met him. The person who would turn into coke was in the council opposite.

"My honor, Marshal, but is it only us? The Inquisition, the Assassin Court, and the Faith Academy." Nakhimov stood at attention in front of Vito, looking at the Marshal and asked.

His marshal smiled and turned his head to look at the glass behind him. He looked at the magnificent palace outside the window, the main body of the palace standing behind the golden high wall.

"There are some friends waiting for me inside the wall."

(End of this chapter)