Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 122 Showdown and Planning

"Is this the plan you said?"

On the bridge of the Black Ship of the Inquisition, the Heart of Honor, which was also the ship of Inquisitor Erlante, Inquisitor Rhine was angrily waving the documents in his hand.

"How dare you!" admonished action? "Ha! This is a joke! Who gave you the right! Who do you want to reprimand? This is a clear violation of the principle of neutrality in the court! You have to pay the price!"

Rhine loudly reprimanded Errante in front of him, but the latter didn't take Rhine's stormy anger very seriously.

After Rhine had vented his emotions, he slowly told the truth that made the other party even more angry:

"Of course I dare. There are some things in this age, there is no need to stick to the rules. And of course I will not be the only one. Behind me is us."

"That's an Astartes battle group! They only belong to the Emperor himself!" Rhine continued to angrily point out the arrogance of these careerists.

"We are also servants of the Emperor. When the Emperor can't lead them, we lead them and serve the Empire better, isn't it good?"

"Who gave you the rights!"

"Who? Need it? We are members of the High Lords Council. You don't know the meaning of the High Lords Council, do you? Do you need me to repeat it to you?"

Erlanti paced her own steps contentedly, speaking slowly and clearly what was in her mouth:

"Accepted by the orders of the holy and great emperor of the empire, we, headed by the prime minister of the empire, Malcador, will take charge of all matters large and small within the empire's territory, and prepare to gather the tax sources of all the worlds under our jurisdiction to support the needs ahead during the expedition..."

After he slowly recounted the top-secret documents recorded in the archives of the initial units of the Imperial Ministry of the Interior, the Star Language Court, and the Military and Political Department, he stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the absent-minded judge Rhine said word by word:

"Emperor, you can't take things seriously; the Prime Minister of the Empire, Malcador, has been sacrificed; the Primarchs have withered. So now we are the ones who can represent the will of the Imperial Confederation—the Council of High Lords, and the Tribunal is the chief! We don't need any authorization! We are the empire!"

"No! Impossible! You can't represent the entire court, and neither can the people behind you!"

Rhine insisted on his last belief. He never believed that the trial court would reach such a rebellious consensus from top to bottom.

He absolutely did not believe that the Empire had survived staggeringly all the way to this day, and that there was not even a single person with pure ideals in the entire Inquisition.

Erlanti smiled triumphantly when she heard Rhine's words:

"Of course I can't represent it, but being able to represent it at a certain point in time is enough for us."

"You guys!" Rhine pointed at Erlanti's figure with trembling hands, and only then did he understand the other party's intentions.

Of course, this group of people could not represent the Inquisition with its many members and factions.

But as Erlanti said, it is enough for them to represent the will of the Tribunal at a certain moment and in a certain corner.

They can completely take advantage of the slow response of the entire court, the isolation of information and the shortcomings of not being under each other's control, and replace their own people at a certain critical point.

If not, erase the dissonant voice and replace it with theirs.

For example, that Stadler who somehow became the lord judge, such as here.

At this point in the atmosphere of the conversation, the taste of blood can no longer be concealed.

Even if you don't believe in life and death, Judge Rhine still needs to try to struggle for the innocents on the planet under his feet.

"Then why are you giving me this document?"

Judge Rhine, who had already smelled something ominous, waved the document marked "Admonition Action" in his hand.

He took advantage of the situation and pretended to release his hand unintentionally in anger. While blocking Erlanti's sight, his other hand reached for the pistol at his waist.

But it was too late.

The opponent's conspiracy was already prepared, and the killing intent towards him naturally ran through it all.

Before the pieces of paper flying in the air hit the ground, his hand stretched to his waist froze in the middle.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to continue, but that the plasma pistol in the hands of an Astartes warrior behind him who didn’t participate in the conversation, that is, Uttas, the third company commander of the malicious warrior, has been firmly pointed at his body in silence. head.

It seemed that considering that he was not wearing a helmet, Uttas, who was worried about the bullet passing through, tilted his head, lowered his hand slightly, and finally locked on Rhine's chest.

The white paper slowly succumbed to the force of gravity and fell on the black floor. The black boots under Erlanti's red robe also walked to Rhine through the scattered documents on the ground.

He said to Rhine in the tone of a martyr:
"Because I don't want my former comrades to die confused."

tom!
Rhine, whose entire chest was melted with a big hole, fell limply, and his highly modified body could not continue to stand under such injuries.

Life was passing quickly from his body, while unwillingness and regret filled his last consciousness.

"I thought we were comrades in arms..." This was his last groan, and it was also a question.

"It used to be." When Erlanti faced such a scene, he was as serious as if he was participating in some kind of ceremony, and the sacrifices of the ceremony were his former comrades-in-arms.

"But not since you betrayed our interests."

It seemed to be an explanation to Rhine, who had died, and it seemed to be an excuse to himself.

Erlanti knew that the other party was dead and could not hear his own voice, but he still finished speaking.

"My lord, what shall we do next?"

Uttas' voice came from the Mark VI helmet he was wearing, and the yellow painting made the burly Astartes feel full of presence in the room.

"Issue a final ultimatum to the surface! Order those recalcitrants to immediately lay down their weapons and accept reorganization!"

Erlan didn't even look back, and conveyed his will to his loyal dog.

"Yes! But what if they continue to fight?"

Juttas, bowing his head in submission to the Inquisitor, looked both horrifying and comical.

What's scary is that he has no psychological burden of murder before, like drinking water, and what's funny is that he and Erlanti, who are mortals, are so weird at this time.

A heavy armored knight with a height of 2.5 meters is humbly bowing to a mortal who is less than 1.8 meters tall. What a strange picture this is.

"Then destroy them! Since we can catch the descendants of the first Blood Angel, we can naturally catch the second one. If we can't get it, let him destroy it."

"Their home planet?" Uttas was still a little worried.

"Don't worry too much! Someone has already dealt with it. As long as this side is fired, the other side can also be cleaned up."

"Your will!"

Uttas bowed and left, under Erlanti's watchful eye.But what Erlanti couldn't see was the bloody smile under Uttas' helmet.

On the empty bridge, there was only Inquisitor Erlanti left, and he also seemed dispirited after the murder and lost interest in staying.

"We must be right, we must re-establish a new order!"

Erlante hypnotized himself in this way, and he strode out over the dead Rhine's body, as if he had stepped over a certain prison that had always bound him.

　One more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)