Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 293 The Arrival of the Envoys and the Resolution of Confusion

The air in the conference room deep in the corridor of the Holy Word was extremely quiet, and several cardinals were still standing there, annoyed by their dereliction of duty.

The rare rage and accusations of the top managers reminded them that although the person in front of them was usually kind and admirable, he was No.1 under the Holy See after all.

"Your Majesty, the matter has come to this, the most urgent thing to consider is not how to deal with their dereliction of duty, but how to deal with the problem of the Grand Inquisitor..."

Another clerical officer, Cardinal Clarence, broke the silence to speak to Salatan, who was still in a rage.

Ofelia 7, as the actual capital of the state religion, is not just as simple as a large parish.

On the basis of ordinary dioceses, this place, as the second core after Terra, also undertakes the educational affairs of the 3rd and 4th star domains on the star map of the entire empire.

In addition to the promulgation of the decree, the discussion of the teachings, the training and promotion of the teaching staff, as well as the diplomacy with foreign forces and the operation of the sisterhood of the fighting nuns, all rely on the huge teaching organization here.

Sixteen cardinals under Salatan are in charge of the work in these directions, and every 10 years, newly promoted cardinals in the entire Anglican diocese will also undergo a century-long training here.

The 32 cardinals responsible for the blessing ceremony came from some of these newcomers, and another senior cardinal under Salatan was in charge of presiding over the ceremony.

This is a reflection of the true status of the Supreme Administrator in the State Church. Since Sebastian Thor established the Cardinal Office in Ofelia, the title of Supreme Administrator has been de facto one person in the State Church. Take the whole picture.

The competition surrounding this position is no less than that of the Pope's crown. On the contrary, without the Pope's constrained rules of conduct, the supreme administrator with greater power and hidden behind is more favored by the cardinals.

Salatan didn't want to pay attention to the attacks among his subordinates. At this critical time, Clarence's suggestion was obviously more in line with the interests of the state church as a whole.

He gave Clarence an approving look, and with the other's head bowed in humility, he turned the conversation to Calvin's arrival.

"Where is the Grand Inquisitor's envoy?"

He asked loudly, and picked up the magnificent scepter on the table. After the silent attendants behind him put the velvet cloak inlaid with platinum on his shoulders, the 190-year-old man turned his head first and turned to the meeting. Walk outside.

The cardinals followed his pace, and the one in charge of diplomatic work quickened his pace and reported in a low voice half a step behind Salata:

"At this time, it should have arrived at Starport."

"Well, let's go, let's go to meet him first..."

Salata was noncommittal, glanced at the bishop with deep eyes, and led the team forward.

At the top of the Starport Crown of Faith, the artificial atmosphere is being stably restrained by the gravity generator in a vacuum environment.

Over a hundred monks of the state religion wore gorgeous robes and stood quietly on the huge platform extending outward, waiting for the leading envoy of Lord Terra.

The square made of steel is several kilometers in size, but against the shining starry sky, it is just a speck of dust in the universe.

Tuttle Xia was wearing a bishop's red robe, standing at the forefront of the welcoming queue, quietly watching the bright Milky Way.

There was a strange sound in the air ahead, and under the gaze of all the teaching staff, the wave of psionic energy intertwined with lightning, and stopped abruptly at the most intense moment.

After the incandescent flame flickered, five burly steel angels who were not like mortals appeared in the eyes of mortals present.

This group of Astartes wearing red power armor are all over 2.5 meters tall, far exceeding the average standard of Astartes in Tuttle's cognition;
The leading soldier was even more exaggerated. When standing in front of mortals with a height of 3 meters, the tallest Tuttle could only reach his chest.

Five giants descended in the descending lightning, and after inspecting the surrounding environment for the first time, they lined up in the direction of Bishop Tuttle.

Astartes?That rumor seems to be true...

Tuttle Xia didn't have time to daydream.

The preacher's staff in his hand lightly tapped his foot, and the tray-like anti-gravity preacher supported him to float towards the oncoming giants.

The crowd behind also received the prompt, and followed the archbishop's steps forward to greet him.

"Blessed by the Emperor, we would like to welcome the envoys from afar on behalf of the Imperial State Church Office in Ofelia."

He stopped ten meters away from the group of giants and bowed slightly to show respect.

The giants also stopped, condescendingly examining Tuttle's clothes and the half-foot-high crown on his head.

"Mortal, we bring the will of the High Lord."

Cold voices came from under the same cold helmet, and with the aid of loudspeakers, these voices were deep and penetrating.

The huge visual impact made the bishop as excited as the mortals behind him to witness these emperor angels up close.

They had little opportunity to negotiate with the Astartes, and their knowledge of the Emperor's Angels was only superficial.

Painting is the only way for mortals to distinguish the Astartes, as for the details of the power armor model and weaponry, they know nothing.

Alan Janus looked down at the crowd in front of him, a sense of role-playing emerged spontaneously.

The red paint on the Holy Shield Power Armor gave him a strange and fresh experience;

But with a mission, this subtle feeling flashed through his mind, and was replaced by the content of the mission.

"Lord Calvin doesn't care about the ceremony, but he will still arrive on time and attend.

He ordered me to greet the High Administrator on his behalf, and to ask if the pre-ordered Chapter armies were in place. "

"Understood..." Tuttle responded in a low voice, and then was stumped by Alan's second question.

"I haven't received exact instructions on the issue of the battle group's arming. I also invite all the envoys to return to the ground with me and learn more about it."

"can."

Allen nodded yes.

The lives of these mortals are always too complicated. He doesn't want to understand their desires, but he can tolerate them at least.

As long as he can successfully get the pre-ordered materials to complete the task, then he doesn't mind giving these mortals more time.

A group of people walked quietly to the orbital floating ladder of the star port, and returned to the surface of the city of grace within half an hour later.

"Good day! Honorable envoy."

Saratan led a group of cardinals and met Alan Janus head-on at the entrance of the floating ladder in the City of Grace.

"Good day, servant of the Emperor."

Allen looked at the old man in front of him and was surprised. This kind of super-standard welcoming team was not something he could enjoy as an envoy.

And the experience of being the leader of the legion on the planet Krieger clearly told him: When you are courteous, you must ask for something.

Something unexpected happened?
The mission content of this trip flashed through Allen's mind, and after removing the red tape they didn't care about, the problem could only be the batch of ordered weapons.

"arms……"

"That batch of weapons..."

Salatan and Allen both spoke at the same time, and chose to stop when they heard each other's voices.

Alan Yanusu's heart moved, thinking that the problem really lies here.

Saratan smiled wryly in his heart. The other party had a clear mind and had already found the root of the problem in an instant.

"Yes, there are some problems with the weapons ordered by the Tribunal and the State Church..."

Facing Allen's scrutiny, the old man's tone was difficult, but he still finished his speech completely.

"Destroyed? Or lost?"

During the psychic link, Calvin had received real-time feedback from Allen, and immediately asked about the details of the question.

"Destroyed, or lost?" Allen asked in a deep voice.

"I lost it..." Saratan was silent for a while, and then spit out this answer that made him ashamed.

The position of supreme administrator has been established on Ofelia 7 by the Pope who issued the "Docile Decree", and has experienced a history of more than 3000 years and dozens of successors.

And Salatan swears that this is definitely the most humiliating scene in the history of this position; and he will definitely be recorded in the internal notes of the Holy See during his tenure as this problem occurred.

"Understood, wait for me to arrive."

Calvin gave instructions to Allen after thinking for a while, and the latter immediately responded to Salatan.

The welcoming team merged with Alan and the others and returned back the same way, while Calvin on the Punishment Angel fell into a long silence.

"At this time, at this place..."

Calvin was alone in the temporarily remodeled Titan launch hall under the bridge. After canceling the Titan's long-distance psionic projection, he sat on the huge Titan pedestal thinking about the news from the surface.

The problem of weapon loss can be big or small. If it is bigger, it is the problem of the leakage of God's punishment weapon technology.But in Calvin's view, the principle of this weapon is extremely simple, and it is more of a unique structure that belongs to the gray knight.

The targeted solution brought about by the technology leak is also easy to solve, nothing more than the structural adjustment of the energy link and the reselection of the specific psionic frequency band solution.

It's even more innocuous if you put it in a small way. The inventory of weapons on Titan has long been saturated. Even if these weapons are sent to Titan's home planet, they will be placed in the legion warehouse and wait for the fate of subsequent use.

But the timing of this incident was very subtle, just right before he returned to Terra; the place where it happened was also very coincidental, it happened to be on Ofelia 7, which represents the emperor's faith in the storm Above the lighthouse of the star field.

Where are there so many coincidences!The biggest experience of his past and present life combined for more than a hundred years is the coincidence that happened at the critical moment, that is, there is no coincidence!
He had to make the worst possible prediction—someone was delaying his pace, and someone didn't want him to return to Terra as scheduled...

Or, this place itself is also part of the puzzle, and the other party's intention is to guide him to think in this way. If he is eager to leave here at this time, then there will be a worse fate waiting for this beautiful world.

"Really..."

Calvin shook his head and decided to end this internal frictional thinking.

He looked at the quiet bronze pedestal under his feet, stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the armrest of the throne, communicating with the Machine Soul within it with spiritual energy.

"Big guy, what do you think?"

On the pedestal of the outer ring of the bronze throne in the empty hall, the solidified cable was quiet for a few seconds, and was immediately filled with huge vibrations and spiritual energy fluctuations.

After receiving Calvin’s inquiry, this holy soul, which had been silent for a long time, gave Calvin’s Om messianic response in its own way:
"Forward! The plasma reactor is burning!
The Emperor's eyes are upon you!
forward!The enemies at the hands of the Worldburner are howling!
Only the blood of the enemy can adorn the glory of the Emperor!

forward……"

"Hey! I shouldn't have asked you..."

Calvin poured psychic energy into the bronze pedestal to appease the fanatic again.This psychic titan, which he named "Imperial Commissar", obviously hadn't fought for too long.

To stain the blood of its enemies is its original mission, and to destroy all enemies of the Emperor is the only desire in its soul.

Its huge body is hidden under the heavy deck that can be opened and closed, and only the base of the head is exposed in the middle of the hall.

And when you look up at the brightly lit end above, you will find a huge, thick armor several meters high that looks like a helmet, suspended above a dome more than ten meters high.

This is the second Titan preparation hall on the Retribution Angel specially remodeled for the Titan's daily maintenance and delivery after the Soul Redeemer was injured.

This walking incarnation of the Ohm Messiah has not had a chance to fight since the Battle of the Hassan Sector.

In order to appease its irritable and fanatical machine soul, Calvin, the only being who can communicate with it on an equal basis, has to come here regularly to have some "peaceful and friendly exchanges" with it under the heavy enough work on weekdays.

Smiling helplessly, Calvin collected his emotions and walked out of the hall.And the "Imperial Political Commissar" who has been "pacified" is still exporting his emotions to him:

"Know the Emperor's motto: Contemplation breeds doubt, and doubt breeds heresy!"

"Are you he..."

Calvin smiled and looked back at the lonely throne, his unexpanded expression frozen in the moment of thinking.

"What the hell are you saying!"

Calvin figured this out, and laughed loudly at this stubborn but simple soul.

Since the road ahead is uncertain, it's better to settle down. Before the enemy really shows his hands and feet, Calvin just needs to wait and see what happens, and act according to his existing plan.

Calvin, who had figured this out, had no doubts, and he quickly issued instructions to the bridge:
Let the escort fleet prepare to set sail again as soon as possible, and at the same time inform Allen and others on the surface that the existing itinerary remains unchanged, but everything is kept simple.

Under the guard of the entire fleet and hundreds of gray knights, he wants to see who dares to interfere with his reunion with the emperor, and who is afraid of his recommunication with the emperor.

In the once again empty Titan Hall, the holy machine soul of the Imperial Political Commissar is still roaring out in battle;
And Calvin, who has been far away from trouble and confusion, is preparing to meet an unknown challenge.

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