Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 267 74, Judgment

After the transformation, the Thunder Eagle became extremely fast and quickly merged into the outer orbit, flying towards Dukel's flagship Soul Fire.

Through the solid and transparent windshield, Anna looked with reverence at the glorious queen suspended in the atmospheric orbit.

Even though she had seen it countless times, every time she saw the induction generators, macro cannon towers, and dense macro cannon arrays, Anna was still deeply shocked.

The Thunder Eagle bypassed the main gun of the Soul Fire. Anna's heart was pounding as she looked at the black muzzle that was many times larger than the Thunder Eagle.

This is a true world-destroying weapon. Just one shell is enough to destroy a world.

Some heavy cables can also be seen on the edge of the muzzle.

Those cables were enormous, some were even bigger than the Thunder Eagle.

As the pilot conveyed the request for docking to the command center, a hangar door marked C222 slowly opened.

There were already many aircraft parked inside, so the addition of the Thunderbird was not at all noticeable.

Anna, feeling anxious, jumped down the moment the airlock opened.

Two Primaris Space Marines followed closely behind.
"Ms. Anna, I don't mean to offend you, but please don't do such a dangerous thing. Your body is too fragile, and even the slightest collision could cause irreparable damage."

The Space Marine responsible for protecting Anna spoke up as a reminder.

If this woman comes to harm as a result of her presumptuous actions, I'm afraid the Warmaster will blame us for it.

The Space Marine thought to himself that Anna's impatience made him feel helpless.

But Anna did not seem to accept his advice. After apologizing to the Space Marine, the reporter hurriedly merged into the crowd and quickened his pace to the Warmaster's meeting room.

The hangar at this time was the same as usual, with transport vehicles loaded with ammunition moving quickly through the aisles.

A rumbling giant crane descended from the top of the hangar, lifting the giant shells and micro missiles on the shelves and transporting them to the Titan's weapons platform as ammunition replenishment.

War may come again at any time, and the logistics department must make meticulous preparations for war.

Also in the hangar are rotary cannons of astonishing size, long-range howitzers, and plasma cannons that can shift continental plates.

These weapons and ammunition stand like tall buildings, and the mechanical priests are adjusting their parameters.

These weapons have seen an honorable battle and deserve to be treated with the utmost care.

The Mechanical Priests calmed the Machine Souls' restless emotions as if they were their own lovers, and promised to allow them to launch even more violent bombardments in the next war.

If anything, today’s hangars are different than they were in the past.

They were the staff inside the hangar, and each of them had a rare look of joy on their face.

Not long ago, they had just won a victory that would go down in the history of the empire.

Their armies slaughtered all the demons and cut off the heads of countless traitors.

On the hangar apron, hundreds of staff members gathered in the wide corridors, lit candles and chanted hymns.

They used this small gathering to celebrate this glorious victory in their own way.

The deck of the Fire of the Soul was also crowded at this time. It seemed that only when these happy people gathered together could they pour out the excitement that was difficult to describe in words.

The nuns, who were usually dignified and serious, temporarily put aside their rules and joined in the fun with the mortal soldiers. The air was filled with a festive and joyful atmosphere.

Anna noticed these joyous gatherings and kept them in mind, but she had no intention of joining them because she had more important things to do right now.

She ran all the way to the meeting room where Duke was. The journey was full of twists and turns, and the total distance was more than ten kilometers, which was really far for a mortal lady.

Anna ran profusely, sweating and panting, and finally pushed open the door of the conference room on time.

When the door of the conference room was pushed open, Anna was in a trance and a dazzling light flashed before her eyes. Countless great figures were sitting in this room, and they all looked at her, which made her feel terrified.

"It seems that our little reporter is very tired during this journey."

The giant sitting on the throne in the center of the room looked down at her with a smile on his face and teased the reporter's embarrassment with words.

That is Dukel, the master of all violent institutions in the empire today.

The Grand Master of the Grey Knights, the Grand Inquisitor of the Tribunal, the Commander of the Black Templars, the newly-appointed Saint, the Captain of the Doom Legion, and every hero of the Empire, all guarded him like the moon surrounded by many hearts.

As the Warmaster's teasing words rang out, Anna's cheeks, which were already rosy from the intense running, turned even redder.

But after this incident, she felt a lot more relaxed.

"I'm sorry, Warmaster, I tried my best to get here." Anna expressed her apologies using the etiquette of a Terran noble.

"No need to apologize, you are not late. Come, take your seat, the recorder of the empire. You are here as the eyes and ears of the people. Remember your mission and just record objectively without considering others or involving any personal emotions."

"Yes, sir." Anna found her seat. This seat was not difficult to find. It was the only vacant seat in the conference room at the moment.

It was not until she sat down firmly in her chair and breathed a sigh of relief that she noticed the great man who was present with her in the conference room.

Grey Knights Grand Master Vordais, Black Templar Marshal Amarachi, Mars Casting General Gris, New Living Saint Adeline, Doom Lord Doom, Dark Angels Grand Master Azrael, Blood Angels Commander Dante
Every name is sung across the galaxy.

Each of them is a legend maker.

Each name represents countless heroic deeds and the fruitful results of mankind's resistance against the dark ages.

When heroes gather together, they represent salvation and hope for mankind.

And I will be a witness and recorder of history.

Anna used the recording pen in her hand to slide the data tablet in her hand.

The jumping emotions trembled with the tip of the pen, but she was still able to calm herself down. After many years of tempering, she was no longer the naive eldest daughter of the family on Terra.

Anna was born into a family of high lords in Terra and had a noble status. However, unlike other noble ladies, she was not keen on luxury goods and socializing. Instead, she had a strong interest in history and was very adventurous, with courage that ordinary people did not have.

After learning that the second Primarch had awakened, she immediately hid it from her family elders, boarded the Pilgrim's spaceship alone, and resolutely embarked on a pilgrimage.

She had prayed in the Warp storm, hoping that she could survive, hoping that she could walk to the Primarch and witness the supreme glory.

Fortunately, she arrived at Ophelia VII safely, joined the expedition, and devoted herself to the work with a rigorous attitude.

As the Primarch returned to Terra and took over the responsibility of the Warmaster, she also joined the Imperial Press and rejoined the expeditionary corps as a war correspondent. She gradually gained the appreciation of the Warmaster and became the only personal reporter who could communicate with the Primarch face to face.

This identity made her win the favor of many people, but Anna was born into a noble family, so naturally she looked down on those flattering faces.

Perhaps it was this outward display of integrity that earned her the Warmaster's attention.

A trial is about to begin in the conference room. The identity of the person being tried is extremely special, so special that once it is made public, it will cause a storm within the empire.

The judged were none other than the Warmaster's right-hand man, the legendary Seraph, Saint Efilar, and the renowned Chief Interrogator of the Dark Angels, Asmodai.

Efilar is a living saint of the Silver Sisters, and together with the Mechanical Sage Gris, he facilitated the resurrection of the Primarch Dukor.

Later, she followed the Primarch to fight on the dark side of the Empire, suppressing evil and cleansing the stars. Her holy name became widely known and a household name.

Living saints are extremely rare in the empire, only the purest, the most pious, the most tolerant, the most vigilant, compassionate to the weak, severe to sinners. Compassionate, generous, selfless, humble, courageous, heroic, and just.
In essence, the existence of a living saint itself is a collection of many beautiful human qualities.

On the battlefield, the appearance of a living saint often greatly boosts morale, and even the weakest soldier can be transformed into a Khorne superman who drinks blood.

Anna turned her gaze towards Efilal who was sitting upright in the chair.

Efilar looked tall and slender, with white hair, silver eyes, and skin as pure white as flawless porcelain.

A pair of pure eyes reveals a calm emotion.

Even when he was sitting on trial, the saint still showed an open attitude.

Her beautiful face was a little pale, and there were still dried blood stains on her armor. Some places were even broken, revealing the plastic steel lining inside.

It seems that even a saint would be exhausted by war.

This non-stop war that lasted for several months took a huge toll on her.

But her sacrifice for the empire was not a reason to escape trial.

As far as Anna knew, the Saint had attacked the demon world whose coordinates were exposed without the Warmaster's authorization.

This triggered a series of subsequent wars.

How would a saint defend his sins?
Anna suddenly became curious.

"Skiritas, Astra Militarum, Astartes Legion. Efilar, you have 40 million combat soldiers under your command. Due to your failure, the casualty rate is close to %. Do you have anything to explain?"

The Warmaster's tone was heavy, like a huge rock pressing on everyone's chest.

On the electronic board in front of him, terrifying numbers appeared one after another. Each light number represented the passing of a living life.

"I am willing to accept all judgments about me. This is my unforgivable sin."

Anna opened her mouth in surprise. She had not expected that the saint would calmly take all the blame without making any excuses for himself.

This is an incredible thing. Anna has attended many military trials, and the defendants would always spare no effort to defend themselves.

It seems that the criminal commanders never admit their own strategic mistakes, but only blame them on the enemy's cunning and the incompetence of their subordinates.

But Efilar frankly admitted her mistakes. She is a saint walking in the world, and it takes great courage to admit her mistakes.

"Well, let me read out the verdict against you, Efilar." Dukel's eyes were calm as he was about to make the final announcement.

"Wait a moment, sir." Asmodai, who was also being tried, said anxiously. At this moment, he no longer cared whether such an offensive act would cause the Warmaster's displeasure.
"Sir, Commander Efilar should not bear the main responsibility. It was because of my advice that the fleet deviated from the mission expectations without your authorization."

Asmodai was interrupted by Dukel before he could finish his words.

"Asmodai, I never mentioned that you deviated from the established track without permission, and this trial has nothing to do with that. You are sitting in the chair being judged for only one reason - you failed, that's all."

"My destiny is to rule the stars. We own more than a million worlds. I know how difficult it is to be a commander. Not only do you have to fight your enemies, but you also have to face the temptations of your own people. The enemy has ten thousand ways to set traps, and you are always hearing whispers of going astray."

"But this is not an excuse for failure. The empire's territory is so vast, and the situation on the battlefield is so changeable. As the supreme commander of the empire, I am happy to give commanders the freedom to make temporary adjustments on the battlefield. But in return, you should also bring me victory."

Dukel's words were suggestive.

"We will remember the War Marshal's teachings." The Marshal of the Black Templar, the newly promoted Saints and others stood up and saluted the War Marshal.

Their identities have already made them the top group of people within the Empire, except for the Primarch, and they cover almost all the military forces of the Empire.

Any random action will affect the safety of trillions of people.

But at this moment they listened respectfully to Dukel's teachings, stood humbly before the warmaster, and expressed that they would obey his will.

Dukel turned his attention back to Saint Efilar.

"As a commander, every failure of yours will lead to the sacrifice of countless soldiers. You will be punished, Efilar. I will make this punishment public. Every citizen of the empire can read about this in every library and learn from it."

"From today on, you will be relieved of your command and confined for a hundred years, Efilar."

"Please remember, during these hundred years, you are not allowed to leave the distance beyond my perception, otherwise you will be punished. I will personally guard you, and you need to learn to become a commander during these hundred years."

"And you, Asmodai, will be dismissed from all your original positions in the legion from today onwards, and will start over as the most common interrogation priest in the expeditionary legion. Climbing up again from the bottom, you should learn to respect those ordinary lives, respect their short and painful lives. This way, the next time hatred and extremism come to you again, you should be more sober."

The trial was extremely brief.

But everyone looked thoughtful at this moment.

They were all trying to guess the Warmaster's true intention in organizing this trial.

The verdict this time can be said to be very severe. Two people in high positions were demoted, and the saint lost his freedom for a hundred years.

To be fair, neither of them deserved such a crime, and both Aiferal and Asmodai made timely remedies on the battlefield.

Some people speculated that this was a political show aimed at intimidating those villains and showing the Warmaster's determination to the public. After this incident, the two would soon be entrusted with important tasks.

Some people also speculated that this move was intended to alert the people of the empire and strengthen their confidence in the expeditionary corps.

Some people also speculate.
There are many speculations, but what is foreseeable is that this trial will have an extremely far-reaching impact on the empire as time goes by.

But no one noticed.

At this moment, there was surprise and a hint of barely visible joy in the eyes of Efilar and Asmodai.

(End of this chapter)