Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Imperial Calendar 755.M39, Obscure Starfield, the star port of the famous industrial world of the Empire, Cypra Mendy, is still prosperous.

Row upon row of spaceships are constantly flowing on the waterway, and the figures of Rogue Traders and charter captains are active in every street and market in the small metropolitan area of ​​Starport.

The exuberant business atmosphere and the huge torrent of materials are like the blood of the giant empire. Even if the threat of the Eye of Fear is imminent, they cannot stop their vitality.

The rulers of the empire are happy to see this, even though this steel city-state fixed in the orbit of a huge planet was originally built to serve the soldiers of the empire in the direction of the Eye of Terror;
But as a gathering place for human populations in the endless starry sky, it also cannot reject the materials and desires brought by these human flows.

"Quiet! Keep order!"

Syndicate raised his head concealed from the crowd, then lowered his head again before the military police of the Ministry of Justice and the mechanical hound under his feet noticed him, and tightened the neckline of the black coat he was wearing.

Under the leaden light of the man-made atmospheric dome, the chemical fiber clothing on his body was inconspicuous. After walking through the customs and walking hundreds of meters among the crowd, he turned around and disappeared behind an inconspicuous secret door.

"secret order."

Syndicate, who was still squinting his eyes to adapt to the light in the dark, was slightly stiff;
What touched his helix at the same time as this sentence was the cold muzzle of a pump-action shotgun.

W·Jacob Type [-], it is said that the prototype came from the personal needs of a certain state priest in the Storm Star Field.Famous for its durable leather and gold-plated rifling inside the barrel for multi-purpose bullets.

For centuries, this weapon was used only on a small scale around the Tempest Sector.

It wasn't until an Imperial Commissar brought it to Terra from the Tempest Sector on a mission that the gun became popular among the lower ranks of the Imperial Army.

As Imperial soldiers fell in love with this simple and practical firearm, various modifications and variations of it began to appear in various melee units.

Hundreds of years later, the first five models are no longer in service with the first-line troops, and instead appear in rogue traders and the black market.

Today it may not be powerful enough or the most modern, but no matter how low the manufacturing cost is, it is endowed with great vitality.

This gun is now a favorite of hives as well as the lunatics who serve in Katachan.

"Glory of the Titans."

Pulling himself away from the memory of the battle in Cadian, Syndicate kept his body still and spit out the two words in the most stable tone.

After the muzzle of the gun behind him was withdrawn, he slowly turned around and looked at the gunman.

Under the greasy black hair is a big face full of flesh, only one of the two eyes is left, and the rest is occupied by seemingly crude and low-level transformation equipment;
The hunchbacked body in the past stood straight in the dark, and the prosthetic limb on the right leg, which was originally limping, seemed to be functioning normally now.

"Old Dong...why is it you?"

Syndicate has traveled to and from this star port many times in previous missions.

But he really didn't expect that the bar on this starport for low-level sailors was actually the eyes of the court.

"Accident? That can only prove your dereliction of duty. I know the words you were about to spit out in the first reaction 5 seconds ago, and I will count them with you next time."

Old Bell, the sailor's bar owner and chief bartender, took a hard puff of the inferior tobacco in his mouth, and the sour smoke he exhaled was as obtrusive as his yellow teeth.

The unscrupulous smile that used to be used in the bar business has completely disappeared at this time, and what replaced it on the old man's face is the bone-chilling coldness that Syndicate often sees on his mentor, which is exclusive to high-ranking judges.

But this still greatly exceeded the cognitive limit of the new judge.

The relationship with this old man was too familiar.

If it weren't for the pendant on his chest with the skull and the Roman numeral I with three horizontal bars, it would have been difficult for Syndicate to connect the scruffy old man in front of him with the secret agent of the Inquisition.

Memories flashed through his mind, and the changes at the top of the Tribunal in the past few years emerged here one by one.

The "Supreme Sovereign" in charge of the Calixis sector mysteriously disappeared on the way to Terra a few years ago, and the "Grand Master Council" waited for the new Grand Inquisitor to take office without a leader.

In the court of justice in the sector, the seven most secret secret halls exclusive to the Order of the Holy Hammer were systematically cleaned up one by one within a year, and most of the 7 master-level presiding judges who were sitting in the prefecture also disappeared.

Syndicate, who was still an apprentice at that time, was not even qualified to touch the edge of this storm, but enjoyed the "bonus" of an early promotion in the job vacancies left after the purge.

And now the confidential matter of this special material delivery is his first mission as an independent judge.

But he didn't dare to be a little complacent, and even felt a little distressed.

This item was directly ordered by the high level of the trial court, and it is said that it was named by the adult stationed in the storm star field, and it was too important to him.

Since being dispatched on this mission, Syndicate has not closed their eyes for hundreds of hours with the support of hormones, for fear of any accidents on the way.

"What about things?"

The connector asked him.

"Still on board."

Syndicate looked at the connector in front of him, waiting for the next order from the other party.

Whether this confidential object proposed by the inner court of the Calixis sector is handed over or continued to be delivered to a further place is a matter of his own words.

"It's good to be there."

The old man spat the cigarette butt in his mouth to the ground, raised his hand and pointed backwards, and under his guidance, Syndicate found two giants who were integrated with the darkness.

These two steel statues, which are nearly 3 meters high, also responded to the old man's words, with dark red eyes on their heads.

"They will then take another route and board your black ship.

The garrison of supplies is taken over by them, don't ask, don't listen.

This is a token for you to communicate with them. Other than you, anyone who does not have this token will be shot to death once they approach the material storage place!

do you understand? "

"understand!"

Syndicate nodded to confirm that this mission had begun to slip out of his control, but in his eyes, this was actually a good thing.

"Well, your next goal is to tentatively set Pissina, keep silent on the way, go."

As he spoke, the old man took off the pendant on his chest and handed it to Syndicate, signaling that he could leave.

"The Emperor is up!"

After performing the eagle ceremony, Syndicate stood up and put away the token, turned around and opened the curtain, and once again merged into the crowd outside the door.

And the two steel giants also walked towards the depths of the corridor within a few breaths later.

The black ship stranded outside the Cypra Mendy galaxy, after receiving the returned Syndicate and the two Raven Guards who arrived within a day, started the engine again and disappeared into the vast starry sky.