Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 300 The Unrecognizable "Truth"

After following Jane Harrington's footsteps and walking forward for more than ten minutes, he and the accompanying honor guards and imperial guards had arrived in a quiet hall.

The furnishings here have obviously been modified, specially designed to receive large targets like Astartes warriors that exceed mortal specifications.

Calvin chose an armchair without armrests to sit quietly, while his honor guard stood outside the door of the hall. Only the Guards of the Imperial Army and the leader of the guard, Gavins, followed him into the hall and stood by his about.

The two start-up company commanders who belonged to the Astartes were supposed to accompany and talk here, but after experiencing the previous "little twists and turns", they also hurried back to their home base.

Cardinal Jane Harrington looked at the quiet hall and tried several times to break the embarrassing silence, but fortunately her brain was still clear, and after clarifying her position, she decided to keep silent and quietly wait for the Holy See to return.

Calvin didn't wait too long, and in fact no one dared to make him wait too long.

The footsteps of Supreme Administrator Salatan sounded outside the hall door fifteen minutes later.

The honor guards lined up at the hall door and corridor watched him and the entourage behind him in silence.

After putting Salatan and his personal attendants in, the paladin outside the hall crossed two silver halberds, and used silent but resolute body language under condescending scrutiny, stopping the follow-up entourage.

Salatan was not surprised, but silently waved his hand to signal his followers to stand back and wait.

In his eyes, this is a matter of course. After all, according to normal diplomatic etiquette, the status of subject and guest between them has been changed.

When Calvin walked into this hall, it was regarded as Calvin's residence by default.

When Salatan returned from the outside, the nature of his behavior had changed from reception to visitation.

This is the dignity that all high-level empires should have. Even if Calvin's mysterious identity as the Primarch is aside, even the lord of Terra on the bright side should have such majesty.

"I kept you waiting..."

After entering the hall, Salatan's tone was friendly and homely. After handing over the heavy and gorgeous platinum crown on his head and the scepter in his hand to his followers, the old man took off the cloak behind his back with one hand and hung it on the hanger at the door.

"Watch the seat."

Calvin glanced to the side, and Jin, who was behind Nicholas, stepped out of the queue. Salatan was flattered to thank the imperial guard, and then sat on the velvet armchair opposite Calvin.

After watching the old man sit still, Calvin didn't waste time on meaningless greetings, and directly brought the topic to what he cared about the most.

"Talk about the specific situation. I believe that with your prudence, you shouldn't make such a mistake. There must be something unexpected for you. Let's find a way together to solve this problem."

Salatan's face became serious with the naked eye, and he had no position to hide his problems and doubts at this point.

In particular, Calvin did not use any language of accusation or excuse, which made the old man feel grateful and at the same time grateful for Calvin's appearance.

So after sorting out his thoughts briefly, he truthfully told Calvin about the problems he encountered.

"So, your internal review process has been initiated, but there is still no valuable gain?"

Calvin rubbed his chin, and after listening to Salatan's statement, he came to a simple conclusion.

"I'm afraid it is true..."

Salatan smiled wryly and looked in Calvin's direction. The fact that such omissions appeared would be a stain on his teaching career.

And the incompetence shown by having no clue about how to deal with it afterwards will inevitably be written in his daily life notes after his death.

"The internal investigation team led by thirteen cardinals re-inspected the hall of the Emperor three times, and found no abnormalities, nor did they see any weapons from the position of heaven's punishment."

Salatan was in an extremely bad mood. He looked at the murals on the wall behind the two of them, and he was already imagining that his deeds would be depicted on the confessional hall as a counterexample a hundred years later.

"Have you checked the upper and lower purity seals?" Calvin asked.

"Check it out." Salatan replied.

"oh, I understand now."

Calvin summed up the information in Salatan's mouth at high speed in his mind, and was not in a hurry to give an opinion.His eyes also wandered unconsciously in Salatan and the hall behind him, until a mural in a certain corner caught his attention.

It was a mural depicting the offering of relics:
The brilliant sun shines down from the dome of the church, and the supreme administrator representing the emperor's faith sits on the throne made of gold with a look of compassion, and the light above his head, which symbolizes divine power, is illuminated by the light bestowed by the emperor, and he stretches out his right hand downward;

In the background of the mural below, there is the triple 13 representing the holy number of the emperor. A total of 38 cardinals in scarlet robes are surrounding the last cardinal and the holy object in his hand, thinking about it. Holy blessings.

The cardinal looked solemn and solemn, and was kneeling on one knee, handing out the holy relic on the tray in his hand to the saint on the throne.

This mural did not attract Calvin's attention at first, but after scanning his eyes a few times, he still found some puzzling details.

"Holy seat." Calvin's complexion also became serious at some point, he straightened up from the chair, and waved his hands to isolate the hall from reality.

With everyone behind him on alert, he looked seriously at the old man in front of him.

"I'm here, please call me by my name, Saratan. What are you thinking of?" Saratan also became nervous when he saw Calvin's expression.

"As you said, all the actions and deeds of your church should follow the holy words, and all rituals should respect the emperor's oracle. Is it true?" Calvin's tone became as deep as his eyes, as if Thinking about something that surprised him.

"Really!" When it came to the belief of the state religion of the empire, Salatan's attitude was extremely firm, and his tone of response was also a little eager.

"What did you think of?" he pressed Calvin.

"Then if everything is as you said, under the witness of the emperor, should the code of prayer scriptures of your church also be based on the emperor's holy number?"

"Surely so! But..."

Salatan's tone was equally firm, but then he thought of something under Calvin's prompt, and his face instantly twisted towards panic. While his whole body became stiff, his neck was still crackling, slowly moving towards Looking behind myself...

This hall was used for diplomatic receptions after he succeeded to the throne.And the decoration of the hall and the selection of murals were done by him himself.

The "Ode to the Holy Object" behind him is a gift presented to him by several painters who have served the Holy See for generations after he succeeded to the throne. His familiarity with this mural can be said to be clear in his heart. .

But how could he ignore this mural?
Since when?
Just as Calvin said, since any sacred ceremony should be based on the holy number, then there should be 39 cardinals who entered the royal hall to pray!
Then why did 32 people come out!
What about the remaining 7 people?Where did you go?

Why has no one ever been aware of this problem?

Why didn't he notice it, but took it for granted that this was the correct number?
Who distorted their consciousness and made them subconsciously ignore such obvious problems?
Who is he?
where is he?

How many people in the Holy See have their consciousness distorted by him?

This is blasphemy!

Blasphemy at the heart of the Emperor's faith!

Salata's heart was roaring violently, the warning sign was like an isolated voice, screaming fiercely in the sober consciousness after losing the isolation!

Reminiscent of the news that the holy bell was ringing for no reason, and thinking about the strangeness he encountered now, Salatan's mind suffered a powerful blow. He didn't even know whether he was dreaming or waking up at this time. Calvin in front of him Is it true or false again...

And at this moment, Calvin's voice came from behind him again, and his mind, which was already on the verge of collapse, received another heavy blow:
"Do you really think that the 32 people who walked out of the Emperor's Hall are the original 32 people? Or, are you really Salatan?"

"No...the God Emperor...I..."

The terrified Salatan turned his head and glanced at Calvin. The indifferent and probing expression on the other side was the last scene he saw before he passed out.

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(End of this chapter)