Warhammer in a box

Chapter 248: Dark Purple Hand
As he watched the cultists being dragged in front of him one after another, Todd Brig's face became increasingly ugly.

The people here come from almost all walks of life in Middenheim. The only consolation is that there are no real top executives here yet.

"Lord Elector, it's a pity that they are just small fry. This cult has done a great job of keeping secrets. Almost all of them are single-line contacts, but with so many people, the top brass is 100% involved. Do you have any suspects?"

The witcher said to the Elector.

"Humph! I don't know, find it yourselves!" Todd Brig was afraid that if he stayed here any longer, he would not be able to resist killing all these people.

There were so many people hiding in Middenheim, and most of them were not captured by himself, which made him embarrassed.

"Hey, Captain, this job is a bit difficult... It seems that these guys really don't know who is online?"

"Well, forget it. Let's inform Lord Gerhardt. It looks like it will be difficult for us to completely uncover this evil cult by ourselves."

"But if we inform Lord Gerhardt, our merits this time will be reduced by more than half!"

"What are you talking about? Go back and copy the rules 100 times! Is merit more important or is catching the cultists more important? When you return to Aldolf, you will be punished yourself!"

The arrest operation outside was in full swing, which also attracted the attention of the real leadership of the cult.

In Middenheim, in the residence of Lawlord Vasmer, he was handling the complicated work at hand as usual.

In the eyes of outsiders, this heroic middle-aged man is synonymous with fairness and justice.

A carrier pigeon flew in from the window and landed quietly on Wasmer's desk.

Seeing the arrival of the carrier pigeon, Wasmael said to the outside of the room.

"I'm tired. I want to take a nap. Don't let anyone come in and disturb me."

"Okay, sir, please make sure to rest and don't overwork yourself!"

After giving the order, Wasmer took the letter from the pigeon and frowned after reading the short encrypted content on it.

"Terra Demon Hunters? Have all these people been found?"

After a moment, he clenched the note, and the note disappeared completely in a burst of pink flames.

Wasmer stood up and looked out the window. Lian couldn't help but let out a sigh. Fortunately, he had hidden it well.

The Purple Hand, a Tzeentch cult hidden in Middenland, has never caused much harm, so few people know about it.

The entire sect is loosely organized. Although this makes its management inefficient, it allows it to hide deeper, and they slowly corrupt high-ranking officials and church leaders.

The entire sect has a strict structure, and the highest authority is the Inner Circle Grand Master Vasmael.

Under him there are still three people called mentors, who are responsible for different areas of the entire church.

They only know each other's existence but not each other's true identity.

The cult's operations in Middenheim can be divided into three main areas: Recruitment and Indoctrination, Fundraising, and Research and Development.

Each Grand Master is a high-ranking official in one of Midden County's factions.

Wasmel took out a piece of paper from the table, then drew many special symbols on it. After checking it carefully, he rolled up the paper and put it on the carrier pigeon. After the pigeon flew out, Wasmel showed a satisfied smile.

It’s not that the Dark Purple Hand won’t fight back, but the counterattack in silence is often more fierce.

Soon, the cult members hiding in the dark began to move secretly, and the first thing they had to do was to throw out the information they had about other cult members! Let other cults become the target of Terra's demon hunters.

The cultists will not surrender to the presence of the Scarlet Skull and the Red Crown. In the past few days, battles have occurred from time to time in the city of Middenheim, which has left the demon hunters with no energy to dig deeper and they are exhausted from fighting.

No matter how fierce the fighting outside is, the White Wolf Knights in the Temple of Yurik remain motionless. The only thing they have to do is to protect the temple.

However, the expressions on everyone's faces were not very good at this time, because this place that only the most devout Yurik believers could reach welcomed an uninvited guest.

Ragnar walked into the Temple of Ulric with his giant wolf Fenrir, and Emir accompanied him all the way.

Ragnar looked at the holy fire in front of him with a serious expression. He felt the powerful force within it.

"This indigenous world really has its own special power. Otherwise, it would not have been able to hold out for so long under the attack of Chaos."

Ragnar thought to himself.

"Ragnar, this is the great Flame of Ulric."

With that, Emil knelt in front of the sacred fire and prepared to perform a ritual to get Yurik's response.

But before Emile could make any move, the sacred flame began to burn violently.

A huge wolf-shaped shadow began to appear in the fire, and Yurik actually took the initiative to project his will here.

He stared straight at Ragnar, and Ragnar stared back at him.

Looking at Ulric, Ragnar was extremely excited. This so-called Ulric alien god was more terrifying than the most powerful Fenrir Wolf and Thunder Wolf on Fenris.

It was as if one claw was about to tear the person apart completely, and the pressure from the gods continued to pounce on Ragnar.

Ragnar gritted his teeth, and the death around him fought against this power together with him.

Ragnar seemed to be facing his own chapter leader, Logan. No, the feeling he felt was much more terrifying than that of Logan.

After all, Yurik has existed for countless years, and he can be said to be one of the strongest gods on the side of order, and the number of demons who have died at his hands is countless.

Ragnar knew that he would never be a match for this alien god, but so what? Would death make the Space Wolves surrender? The word fear had never appeared in the dictionary of the Space Wolves.

No matter who the enemy is, as long as the Emperor, humanity and the Chapter need it, every Space Wolf will be the most competent executioner and the sharpest knife.

Emile was already lying on the ground, and it was extremely difficult for him to even raise his head.

"For Russ! For the All-Father! The Space Wolves will never surrender! Kill!"

Ragnar used all his strength to draw out the Frost Sword and slash at the Holy Fire, but just as he was about to strike, the mighty force stopped.

"Interesting, very interesting. I seem to see an extremely powerful and unyielding wild wolf in you. I have never seen a human warrior like you. I really don't know how the God-Emperor you mentioned could train people like you.

Your name is Ragnar, right? I think we are a good match. Follow me and I will let you be my high priest!"

These words made Emir who was standing by speechless. "Great Yurik, I know you are being casual, but your current high priest is right next to you. Is it appropriate for you to say this?"

"Abomination, I urge you to take back your words. I am only loyal to the Emperor and the great Primarch."

(End of this chapter)