This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 46 The intern has to take the blame as soon as he gets hired as a regular employee!
"Inquisitor Aglaia."

Aglaia lost his balance and the file in his hand fell to the ground.

If Sister Arabella hadn't supported her, she might have lost her composure.

"Nothing, nothing, sir."

After replying with some unclear wording, Aglaia bent down and fumbled twice before finally grabbing the file.

She let out a long breath, manipulated her psychic energy to adjust her body's hormone levels, and forced her brain into a state of forced calm.

"How's your plan going?"

"After clearing out the Imperial Navy, the Seekers began importing a large number of people to Pierre Prime. We don't know how they did it, but there's a webway we own there, so according to the terms of the deal, we'll centrally process these people there."

"Is it everyone in the star zone?"

"Everyone, when my fleet last contacted the scouts monitoring various planets, only one tenth of the population on those planets remained."

pat-

This is the sound of the pen tip hitting the ground.

Aglaia raised his hand and punched the consul in the face.

A punch, just a punch to vent anger.

The consul's already mutilated face became severely deformed.

If Aglaia had not been held down by the appendages of the Great Sage Kaul, he would have thrown a few more punches.

"You damned pigs, stupid pigs, do you know what you have done?"

Trapped by steel and metal, Aglaia gave up struggling and cursed.

"The entire Pierrede Sector has a population of nearly five trillion, and you just let that madman gather all these people on one planet and send them to his sacrifice ground."

"And you idiots actually believed his lies. You pigs are also part of his sacrifice. Do you know the consequences of these sacrifices?"

Aglaia couldn't imagine it anymore.

She had witnessed the calamity of Chaos on the Black Ship.

Just one unstable psyker, after devouring the souls of more than a dozen fellow prisoners, caused the Nurgle plague to contaminate half of the ship.

The ship's steel quickly rusted and decayed, then became covered with pustules. She watched helplessly as extremely disgusting plague warriors emerged from the demon portals that looked like cloacae.

The humans around who were exposed to that breath mutated on the spot. The microorganisms and body tissues in their bodies began to grow chaotically and merge with each other, and then walked towards the living with a strange smile.

If the Emperor's Guards and Sisters of Silence had not been on board the ship, she would not be alive now to lose her temper in front of the Lords.

Five trillion people, including the loss of more than half, there are still two trillion people, the population of the four hive worlds
Aglaia looked desperate.

That old guy has really gone crazy.

So many people were sacrificed to Chaos in pursuit of knowledge.

'.Emperor, please tell me what I should do.'

The young judge was at a loss, and even his tense demeanor, which had been maintained to maintain his dignity, completely collapsed.

At the beginning, she naively thought that she had caught the old man's handle, and planned to take this opportunity to kill this old man who betrayed the emperor and inherit his legacy.

After all, it was very common in the industry for Inquisitors to be involved in Chaos, and it was also common for them to be killed for this reason. This idea had already sprouted in her mind since she found out that her mentor had started to come into contact with Chaos.

She also felt that she was quite lucky, and was initially happy because she had the opportunity to take over her branch of the order right after being promoted.

but--

This old thing.

How could he make it so big?

I just want to get rid of this old thing quietly, and then stay away from chaos in this life. I will work for a few decades to organize the historical texts and hand them over to the order, then throw away this endless mess, and then retire to live a good life in heaven.

With stable biological spiritual energy, she would have no problem living for hundreds of years.

She had already picked out a house in Garden World and had already paid the final payment to secure a good location. Why did this old man insist on building something so big?

Aglaia swore that if she could survive this time, she would never study the Great Rebellion again. Everything related to Chaos was dangerous.

At worst, we could just pick a random Chapter homeworld. Macragge isn't well documented, and the Blood Angels are rumored to have deep ties to the Warp, which isn't a good idea either. Currently, there are a lot of gaps in history.
I should just study the Model Legion, the Dark Angels. This legion shouldn't have anything to do with Chaos!

But is now the time to think about the future?

A voice sounded from the bottom of my heart.

Will I survive?

Aglaia asked herself.

she does not know.

She didn't even know what to do in the face of such a disaster, because she had only experienced the Black Ship Incident, and the rest were all seen in documents. She had no idea what the consequences would be if so many people were really sacrificed to Chaos.

She was just a young woman who had left the library not long ago. It was quite shameless of her to be able to find the Mechanicus and the expeditionary fleet. It was impossible for her to find the Sisters of Silence and the Imperial Guard.

"Inquisitor Aglaia, can you confirm that the information you have received is true?"

Seeing that the young inquisitor was a little withdrawn, Romulus, who probably understood what had happened, spoke up to confirm.

“Almost certainly.”

Aglaia nodded. She had been investigating her teacher for a long time.

"Because I knew the answers to the first three questions, and this alien's answers were consistent with what I knew, I was officially transferred. That old man's conspiracy had already succeeded, and I didn't even know we were..."

"Inquisitor Aglaia, I am not concerned with the filth within your Inquisition."

Romulus looked around and immediately interrupted.

"You just need to tell us what we might be facing."

The most important question now is what situation they might be facing.

The travelers didn't really understand what the order of magnitude of 5 trillion people meant for Chaos Sacrifice. Because of GW's magical mathematics, they were skeptical about any information about numbers they had before traveling through time.

"What? Cultists all over the planet, demons constantly pouring out of the warp, a corrupted Inquisition fleet. Maybe when we reach Pierrede we'll see the planet being swallowed by the warp. It might be finished."

Aglaia replied pessimistically, and the more he spoke, the more he felt that his soul was shrouded in a shadow.

"you--"

Marshal Orlando was about to step forward and take the seductive witch away.

Romulus raised his hand to indicate that it was not necessary.

Marshal Orlando swallowed his words, looked at the silent Imperial Fists, and retreated.

Everyone just looked at Aglaia.

Romulus remained gentle and stable, while Ramses pondered his own subject.

They all gave the judge enough patience, because any intern who had just been promoted to a full-time position would be unable to bear such a heavy responsibility.

The young judge lowered his head and pressed his hands against his head as if to escape.

Arthur waited for a while, feeling a little impatient, and then he felt a slight pressure from the shoulder armor.

He turned his head and saw Karna winking at him.

The other two good brothers still seemed to be looking at the problem from their normal perspective.

Can you expect a maniac with such a deranged worldview to figure things out on his own? The more he thinks about it, the more deviant he'll become, until his psychic powers spiral out of control and he'll set off a warp-like firework display.

sulfuric acid--

So he simply drew out the black sword.

(End of this chapter)