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Chapter 414 Fantasy Again
Then, the Lord of the Inquisition felt the parchment in his hand warm up slightly, and a unique, sacred spiritual energy surged from it, and the words on the parchment also quietly changed.
The meaning of the words did not change, but the content on them became in line with the requirements of the imperial law, and the handwriting also changed, becoming familiar to the Lord of the Inquisition.
He raised his head again and looked at the words "Imperial Inquisition by the Emperor's Holy Order" written by the Emperor himself above his head. He looked at the parchment in his hand with disbelief.

The handwriting is almost identical.
Even if the handwriting can be forged and imitated, the clear, bright, and sacred spiritual energy that emanates from it cannot be faked.
The Lord of the Inquisition was also a psychic. He only needed to hold up the parchment and compare it with the Astronomican that had been inexplicably rekindled some time ago to understand who the psychic power on the parchment came from.
Just the spiritual power on this parchment scroll can burn a group of demons to death if thrown out casually.
"Can this represent the will of the emperor?" Zhou Yun asked, pointing to the parchment in the hands of the Lord of the Inquisition.

The Lord of the Inquisition nodded awkwardly, like a servitor that had not been properly oiled.

"Then can I go in?" Zhou Yun asked, pointing to the entrance of the Tribunal Fortress behind the Lord of the Tribunal Fortress.

The Lord of the Inquisition moved aside stiffly to make way for Zhou Yun.
The stiffness of his movements made him look more like a servitor, as if his frontal lobe had been burned out.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the entrance of the Inquisition Fortress, with Sanguinius following closely behind him.

Then, the Lord of the Inquisition moved stiffly and stood in front of Sanguinius.
Zhou Yun, Sanguinius and the Inquisition representative, Ers, all looked at him in confusion.

"Only Inquisitors may enter the Inquisition Fortress," the Lord of the Inquisition Fortress said dryly.

It was as if he was following some fixed, rigid routine.

"Hahahaha" Sanguinius was silent at first, and then he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Ers, who was standing by, stretched out his hands and covered his face tightly, as if he wanted to die.

"For a talent like you, it would be a shame if you didn't become a robot servant." Zhou Yun said with a twitch of his mouth.

The Lord of the Inquisition's expression froze for a moment.
"In compliance with the orders of the Grand Chancellor of the Inquisition appointed by the Emperor," he responded in dry High Gothic.

"." Sanguinius was completely silent.

"." Ers' expression was stiff and he couldn't speak.

Only Zhou Yun was a little confused. He couldn't understand High Gothic and didn't understand what the Lord of the Inquisition had just said.
He just watched the Lord of the Inquisition Fortress walk into the Inquisition Fortress without looking back, and he didn't know what he was going to do.

In the Fortress of the Court of Inquisition, within the Magic Pattern Avenue,

“The human-machine is really a human-machine.”

After knowing that the Lord of the Inquisition really intended to follow Zhou Yun's joke and transform himself into a robot servant, Zhou Yun commented with a twitching mouth:
"Loyalty is also true loyalty."

The Lord of the Inquisition followed Zhou Yun, Ers and Sanguinius in silence, and seemed that he had not yet recovered.

"Actually, the Amaras faction is pretty good." Ers explained quietly, "Normally, we don't issue extermination orders randomly, we don't touch on heresy too much, we cherish the Emperor's currency, and most of the time we work diligently to maintain the stability of the Empire."

"The castle lord just didn't understand the emperor's plan for a while."

Zhou Yun nodded to show his understanding. This was also the reason why Guilliman, Zhou Yun and Sanguinius were unwilling to take action against the Amalas faction.
Although the Amalras faction is a bit rigid, it is much better than those who are heretics in the Inquisition, raise aliens in the Inquisition, summon demons in the Inquisition, or those who beat the loyal Astartes and raise poisons with Tyranids and greenskins.

The Amaras faction, who are only focused on maintaining stability, look too handsome.
In fact, the vast majority of the Inquisition were Amalas at the beginning, but gradually became perverted in their perverted work and turned to other factions.

These inquisitors who are now firmly committed to the Amalras faction have no other bad intentions. They simply feel that the Emperor is really playing a big game, and all they have to do is to watch the game without saying anything.
Compared to the conservatives in the Ministry of the Interior and the Ministry of Justice, the Amalas faction is simply rigid. They don't mind reform as long as it is part of the Emperor's grand chess game.

".The Emperor has sat on the Golden Throne for ten thousand years. It is impossible for the Emperor to have written that signature in person during these ten thousand years."

".This must have been prepared by the Emperor ten thousand years ago. I understand that this is part of the Emperor's grand plan."

The Lord of the Inquisition on the sidelines muttered to himself, and as he spoke, his eyes lit up.

Zhou Yun looked at the castle lord who had reached a logical consistency, and for a moment he couldn't help but twitch his lips.
That signature was signed by Emperor Yebi a few hours ago when Zhou Yun asked him to do so.

Emperor Nobi said at the time that he could do anything except handle government affairs.
Zhou Yun couldn't think of what to ask him to do for a moment, so he asked the emperor to sign a bunch of IOUs or imperial edicts with only signatures but no content, and Zhou Yun himself filled in the content when necessary.

In addition, these signatures themselves have the power to expel the evil spirits of the subspace. If you encounter a demon, just throwing one over is extremely effective. Go back and give one to each of the diehards in the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Ministry of Justice? But it is likely to be useless.

The conservative factions of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Ministry of Justice are different from the Tribunal.
Their conservatism lies in the fact that the livelihood of millions of officials depends on it, and in their unwillingness to let the Primarch take power, rather than really caring about the Emperor's will.

Otherwise, after the Emperor appointed Guilliman as Regent, they should have obeyed unconditionally.

Zhou Yun pondered for a moment and looked at the Lord of the Inquisition beside him.

"I need you to release someone, Titus, former Second Captain of the Ultramarines."

"Who?" The Lord of the Inquisition was stunned for a moment.

The Lord of the Inquisition noticed Zhou Yun's gaze, and hurriedly lowered his head and said, "There is no affiliation between different inquisitors. Even as the Lord of the Inquisition, I am not aware of the private prisoners held by some inquisitors."

This structure really gave Zhou Yun a headache.

"Jerome Serkis, from the Order of the Holy Hammer, was in charge of the affairs of the planet Griya." Zhou Yun continued.

".But he is dead." The Lord of the Inquisition said a little awkwardly: "He was possessed by a demon while dealing with the Grey Slayer of the traitorous Chapter. He was punished by the Grey Knights and was completely destroyed. The files about him were also sealed."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but frown. He was already dead. Was he too late? Was Titus already in Death Watch?

"Then go and check where his prisoners are?" Zhou Yun said to the Lord of the Court of Inquisition.

The Lord of the Inquisition nodded repeatedly and was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait." Sanguinius' voice sounded at this time: "I also have a prisoner to see."

Zhou Yun also turned his head with a little curiosity. He also wanted to know which prisoner could attract Sanguinius' attention.

The Lord of the Inquisition stiffened for a moment, but still turned his head to look at Sanguinius.

"Iskander Khayon." Sanguinius said softly.

Khayon's fingers gently brushed the soft hair of his guardian spirit, Gael. This warp creature, bound to his soul, was shaped into the form of a wolf during the fight with the Fenris wolf.
His lover, the dark elf Nefertari, snuggled gently in his arms and put peeled Prospero grapes into his mouth. She was almost devoured by the great demon of Slaanesh, but Khayon protected her.

Khayon could still feel the mechanical cables trembling slightly. That was his sister Izara. This poor child had half of her brain eaten by Prospero's soul-eating insects when she was young. She was transformed into a form similar to a machine soul and survived. Now she has become the machine soul of the Spirit of Vengeance, beautiful and powerful.

He rubbed the playing cards on his fingertips. Each of these cards sealed a great demon, controlled by Khayon.
Khayon raised his head slightly and looked at the brave and reliable brother standing in front of him, the black warlord Abaddon to whom he was loyal.

"Ezekel." Kayon said in a friendly voice: "My brother, do you want to play a game of devil poker?"

Abaddon laughed and sat down in front of Khayon.
Hiss! The pain from his ribs interrupted Khayon's fantasy. Some inquisitor had broken his ribs.

Oh, I couldn't help fantasizing again. I imagined that my beloved Nefertari was still alive, that my sister had become more beautiful and powerful, that Warmaster Abaddon was already bombing Terra, and that the running dogs of the false emperor were wailing.

He imagined that Warmaster Abaddon was holding his hand, and they were standing together on the ruins of the Empire. The Demon Primarchs, including Magnus, knelt beside the Warmaster and himself, praising the achievements of Abaddon and Khayon in unison.

But Kayan believed, believed deeply that his fantasy had become reality.

Oh, I’m fantasizing again.

At this moment, the sound of the door opening suddenly rang out.
"Is it Lord Khayon?" A voice filled with surprise rang out, "Is it Lord Abaddon's good brother, the Blade of the Black Legion, the greatest wizard among the Thousand Sons, the Kingbreaker, the Black Khayon?"

(End of this chapter)