Warhammer Inquisitor

Chapter 312 The Rise of the Primarch: The Assassin's Code
"Repeat, what do you need?"

"I said I need support! The Emperor is on top, damn it!"

The lieutenant with the laser gun slapped the phone and cursed. He shouted that a molotov cocktail was thrown over his head. The Molotov cocktail smashed into the armored car behind him.

The fire accompanied the alcohol on the surface of the Chimera armored vehicle, and it burned instantly. The lieutenant squatted beside his car and looked at the raging fire. The soldiers who were standing hurriedly dispersed.

One of them was already lit with flames. He screamed and cursed and ran out. Then he suddenly fell to the ground and yelled and rolled repeatedly. The comrades behind him also rushed forward, took off his jacket and The clothes slapped the flames on him.

"For the Emperor's sake, take him down!"

"Where are you going, Lieutenant?" A private with a gun hurriedly stepped forward to help the hapless man up. The flames on his body had been extinguished. Although the beautiful uniform looked finished, fortunately he was still alive. isn't it?
"Think with the head on your shoulder! Of course, go to the barracks, to find the military doctor, and also!" The officer looked at the soldier who was walking behind the wounded, black and burned, after hearing the commander's voice He stopped again and turned to look at the lieutenant standing beside the jeep.

The lieutenant looked at the soldiers around him. They were rushing in the direction of the mob with guns or explosion-proof shields. In front of the furious and angry people, there was a tough line of defense, explosion-proof shields, batons, and laser guns. The bayonet struck with the hungry and angry mob outside.

The entire gate of the outer wall of the palace was in chaos, and the most vicious curses echoed in front of the entire gate. The angry citizens not only cursed, but also attacked the guards with all kinds of things they could find, stones, bricks Tiles and anything that could be thrown were thrown.

The explosion-proof shield wall was smashed, and countless pieces of broken glass and various things fell to the ground after hitting the shield. The soldiers' military boots stepped on the debris, making a crackling sound. .

The lieutenant looked in the direction of the explosion-proof shield wall. He looked at the guard soldiers who were huddled in front of them. A molotov cocktail was thrown over their heads. The bottle hit the jeep behind the lieutenant this time. The shot of the drink instantly lit the corner of the lieutenant's clothes.

The lieutenant cursed and hurried forward a few steps. The young lieutenant officer hurriedly took off his burning coat and threw it on the ground. He looked at the burning clothes in the place, and then looked at the fire that had been swallowed up and quickly burned. Exploding jeep.

The officer's jeep exploded in an instant, the fuel tank became a bomb in the high temperature, the steel engine and body became the bomb part of the fortress in the blink of an eye, the fire lifted the jeep, and the entire body was in the air After several turns, it hit the ground.

The lieutenant frowned at the jeep. He turned his head and pointed at the soldiers who were supporting the wounded.

"As ordered, Lieutenant!" The private helped the wounded and ran into the gate. The lieutenant behind him watched them leave and then turned to look forward. He looked at the blast-proof shield wall that was jingled by countless projectiles. The lieutenant turned to his side. Suddenly another beer bottle was dodged away, but luckily there was no exploding flames in it, so the lieutenant dodged a little before dodging.

"Damn, what are the Ministry of Justice and the Defense Forces doing? The TM mob has run to the gate of the palace." He secretly cursed and looked at the mob in front of them, who were wandering in groups outside the defense line, in the streets in the distance The soldiers who were aiming at throwing projectiles, holding explosion-proof shields and wearing helmets were no longer as glamorous as before. Their bodies were all covered with spilled wine, sweat and dried blood.

"Everyone! Go ahead! Armored car, driver! Pull the Chimer up!" The roaring lieutenant pulled out the laser gun on his waist, and shouted to the surrounding soldiers and walked towards the shield wall.

The lieutenant shouted at the soldiers around him. He dragged a soldier who had retreated and rushed forward. He also waved his pistol and directed his men to move forward. The Ministry of Justice, who had helped them suppress the masses before, and the culprit who had ended badly like the Defense Forces, were watching them from the city wall at this moment.

On the outer wall of the palace behind the lieutenant, Vito was standing on the high wall, looking at everything below. Curses and roars echoed in the smoky city below.

The scale of this riot is very large, don't look at it sounds small, but the outer area of ​​the palace covers the entire Northeast Asia, so imagine that several provinces on Old Terra are full of burning streets, buildings And all kinds of mobs physically communicating with the guards, what a spectacle.

Vito doesn't have to think about it, because he is watching, the ancient guardian of Terra is standing on the city wall at the moment, overlooking the scene of the riot at the continental level, Vito has a strange feeling in his mind for a moment, an inexplicable pride. With pride, he didn't know why he felt this way, but it was estimated that every time Lily did something similar, or if Tzeentch did it, it would be the same as he is now.

You know, find a good place and enjoy the big spectacle you've made, then watch the stupid guards and greedy nobles below scrambling for their lives, hiding from the mob like a flock of panicked ducks.

It's funny because in general it's the nobles and bureaucrats who look at their soldiers and drive away the commoners of the empire in the same way, but it's a bit of a downturn, or the emperor's eyes are open, and today these bastards also enjoy Same treatment.

"The situation is going well, Master." Eva, the current master of the Assassin Court, who appeared silently, suddenly walked up from behind Vito. She stopped a few steps away from Vito and looked at the silver skull mask. Looking at Vito, there is a red mechanical eye under the turning gear.

Vito turned his head slightly and glanced at Eva, then he took his eyes away from her perfect figure, and glanced at the assassin standing at the other end of the city wall. It was an assassin similar to Eva. The only difference was, His weapon is still in his hand.

"You're the only one, Master, where is Angvar?" Eva asked, standing beside Vito, her voice was as low and hoarse as ever, sounding like a servitor or priest whose vocal cords were disturbed.

"I let him stay in the academy to cooperate with Dean Nakhimov in deploying and coordinating tomorrow's actions. We must work in unison and cooperate reliably to solve the problem."

Vito raised his head and looked at the dim sky above his head. It was almost dark, but the riots in the whole of Terra completely illuminated the sky of the entire continent. The flames flickered and the light and dark changed in a trance.

"I don't need an escort, Eva."

You don't have to look to know it, Vito also knows that there must be a lot of assassins standing around now, and he is sure that many of them just need to be randomly combined to form a temporary team to destroy the entire military camp, or sneak into a certain In the house of the nobles of Terra, they beheaded the whole door, and then hung the body on the high building and fluttered in the wind.

"I know, Master, but for the sake of safety, I still think you need some basic guards." Eva said calmly behind her, "Any current ally may become an enemy at the next moment, Master."

"You don't believe in the Inquisition, or the Zhongsi Academy?"

"I don't believe anyone, whether it's the high lord or Angvar, no one can be trusted in front of power. This is what you taught us, Master." Eva said coldly, there was not the slightest bit in her voice. temperature.

Vito smiled silently, Eva was right, this was really what he handed over to the assassins, not those holy words that he had never said at all, nor the content of stories fabricated by those poets and historians. What Eva said was the truth, the first principle she told them when she founded the Assassin Court.

"In the face of power, any friend, even a friend who seems like a brother to you just now, will become an enemy in the next blink of an eye, and the mission of the Assassin Court is to obliterate them for the Emperor."

This is what Vito taught them, and it seems they remember it even after all this time, and perform well, even now.

"Have you arranged assassins? Anyone other than the high lord." Vito asked coldly, looking at the burning street below, Eva nodded silently behind him, accompanied by the skull mask. The blood-red eyes that flickered in his eyes rose and fell, like a pure incarnation of death, and in a sense it was true.

She is the embodiment of death for all, just like the Assassins themselves, they will bring death to all, even those who are now allies.

"According to your order, I have placed responsible assassins around Angvar, Nakhimov and all those involved in the operation. If you suspect that they are plotting wrongdoing, we will execute your order and wipe out any threats."

Eva's voice was colder than the glaciers in the Antarctic fortress of the Inquisition. She silently returned to Vito. She faithfully fulfilled her leader's order and hung the sword of Nadamocles on everyone. The top of the head, including the top of those so-called friends.

"Very good." Vito looked at the flame street below calmly, Eva stood behind him and fell silent, but her slightly shaking fingers, although the vibration was small, could not be observed by ordinary people, but obviously, Vito wasn't an ordinary person, so he noticed.

"You still have questions, Eva, just ask if you want."

"Master, please forgive me, have you prepared a backup plan for Guilliman? If you haven't decided yet, I can work out an assassination plan for the Primarch on your behalf."

Eva calmly narrated these rebellious words. Vito was sure that any Ultramarines or Space Marines present would definitely smash Eva to pieces in fury, but Eva would not be afraid, she would be faithful. to fulfill his duties, his duties as an assassin.

And she was also reminding Vito to perform her duties, in a way that was not offensive, but also a little offensive. The latter smiled with his hands behind his back, and his eyes flashed with the flames of the burning city below.

"You can't deal with him, I'll take care of Guilliman, you just have to take care of the others."

"Yes, Master." Eva nodded slightly in response to Vito, but Vito suddenly spoke again and asked a question that surprised Eva for a while.

"Eva, do you have an assassination plan for me?"

He asked suddenly, and asked the question so suddenly and without warning. Eva raised her head and looked at Vito who was in front of her without saying a word. The leader of the Assassin Court looked at her leader. The undisputed leader of all Assassins, but he asked himself a completely unanswerable question.

"Grandmaster?"

"Assassins can't trust people, Eva, including ourselves, and I don't want what happened to Vangridge during the Beast Wars again."

Vito said and turned and walked to Eva's side. He raised his hand and pressed Eva's shoulder. The part of the skin covered by the leather tights, Vito's fingers gently stroked the skin-like surface of the tights, Stand beside Eva.

"I am about to overthrow the high lord. For the first time in ten thousand years, I will directly manage and rule the empire. Although I am assisting Guilliman, you must be prepared. Remember the rules I told you, before power , no one can be trusted, whoever he is." "I brought you out of that radiation-filled planet, Eva, you didn't let me down, never did, and your cloned siblings The same, you have never disappointed me, and this time, too."

"Think about this problem, Eva, and then think and formulate it carefully. You know how strong I am, so you must be serious and careful, and take this as the most difficult task in history."

Eva turned her head to look at Vito, the skull mask looked at Vito who was silent beside her, the latter patted her on the shoulder and walked past her, Vito walked along the city wall to the dark city tower in the distance direction.

"I'm going to the palace, it's time to meet him, I hope he won't bother me with that pair of riddles, and don't let your assassins follow me, first, I don't need it, second, the golden corns see your words , would be very unhappy."

Vito said and walked to the end of the city wall, to the shadow, Eva watched him silent for a moment, then she took off the mask on her face, and with the slight push of her fingers, the mask disappeared from her. slid down his face.

The gray hair was hanging down in front of her eyes, and her eyes were also completely gray looking at Vito's back. On her left face was a sign, a number, a serial number that was convenient for counting supplies, and a large number of casualties. KG-M41-9011K-601000.

Eva looked at Vito, she looked at Vito in silence, and then put on the mask again, covering her appearance under the mask like all her siblings, "Yes, Master."

(End of this chapter)