Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 223 The judge and the old bald donkey

Letters are exchanged, and the void is endless. The good news is that the warp has always been willing to watch the trivial matters inside the empire, so those annoying star languages ​​are unimpeded.

The really important things will always be distorted by the Warp, but the messy news will not, if anything can disturb the good mood of the Sun Lord bathed in the light of the stars this morning.

So apart from traitors and aliens, there are probably only those brain-dead colleagues of the Empire.

In the best room in Starport in the early morning, Qi Fan, Kane, Ryan, Sergeant Doom Falcon, Unlucky Second Lieutenant and Sun Lord gathered together. The faint smell of coffee, which is a very rare high-end product, but it is not worthy of this group of officers, and it smells even more tired at this moment.

But if the Black Hearted King can choose to bomb here at this moment, even if he pays 50% or even 70% of the fleet, he will act. After all, such an opportunity is difficult.

(Interestingly, lieutenants can intervene in the Vanity Fair of the Empire, but when the Ministry of Military Affairs was temporarily suspended, the ranks of the Expeditionary Legion have become blurred. This is very rare in the history of the Empire. Order is always talked about Yes, this is probably why the Sun Lord is so special.)
Alan Baier took a sip of coffee. It was one of the few days when he used a normal cup. He usually puts the military kettle in it and shakes the classic combination of instant Reka coffee.

He still missed the half-cold and half-hot drinking water on the battlefield with the special metal rust smell of the imperial kettle, and once again complained in his heart about the lack of virtue in the Ministry of Military Affairs.

"Huh…" He cleared his throat, not being too happy with the bad morning he'd been woken up by the announcement. "Everyone, I'm sorry for waking you up so early. Yesterday's welcome party was well done. I still remember those delicacies, which were pretty good."

Kane rubbed his eyes sleepily and answered. "Except that the Raitlings are drunk, wearing the Sun Lord's suit, and slashing wildly with a relic-level golden power sword."

Alan Baier swallowed. "Yeah, besides that, the Ratling kid doesn't usually..." He felt a dull pain in his temple, but he emphasized again.

"I wanted to let the army rest during this period. Firstly, the huge supplies needed to be sorted out, and it would take a lot of time to dispatch a team of 6000 million people. However, according to reports from the titanium drones, they destroyed about three One-third of the Red Corsair Traitor Space Marines."

"According to my prediction, even if the former Star Claws are added, the enemy's troops and warships will not be able to catch up with us, but the premise will always be empty. Destroying the enemy's vital forces is the main priority."

Kane coughed. "We're going to...cough...to fight the Rebel Space Marines..." His complexion was not very good for a moment, but his sleepiness concealed his posture. Others only thought that he was drunk and hungover, and they would never consider his fear.

Alan Baier nodded. "That's right." This sentence made the commanders here show mixed emotions. They were worried and a little bit dissatisfied, but they were more excited. The vigorous expeditionary force did not like to wait for the support of the Space Marine Chapter. as usual.

But Alan Baier dispelled those people's thoughts. "However, this matter is not the reason why I summoned you. In fact, the batch of materials that are enough for us to consume for half a year and the follow-up production in this world, the state church, the trial court, intends to send a judge, a highly respected state church pastor, Check it out and take their 10 percent."

The second lieutenant laughed. "Ha, boss, it's just two "only"!"

Only the others looked serious. "They agreed?" Qi Fan said.

Alan Baier replied. "No, they didn't agree, to be precise...ha~" He yawned, he was too sleepy, he wondered if the other party did it on purpose, and the star language was too fast, could it be that subspace also likes to eat melons?

"Except for the compromise made by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, other departments still request to send people, and it's my wishful thinking, and I ask them to take 10%, because there is only one choice, and they only have one choice, understand?"

He got serious. "I need all the departments of the Imperial Guard to enter the fighting state. No matter how crazy we played yesterday, now hide the drinks in the banquet, fill the bunker with people, and show those guys our firepower and combat effectiveness."

"Blur them, pull all the tanks near the star port, let those warships ignore the strategic depth and distance, and keep them in the void to the extent that the naked eye can roughly see."

Qi Fan was a little uncertain. "But people with a discerning eye can see that we are playing tricks on the tiger."

Alan Baier just replied. "People with discerning eyes don't know how to open the mouth of a lion!"

The entire room was silent. If the empire was really united, everyone would not be obsessed with all kinds of tricks, and the fate of mankind would definitely be more comfortable. However, at the end of this dark No. 40 millennium, people's hearts have been distorted in essence.

While the imperial guards were working overtime, the new judge, Ms. Lovalov, was walking out of a confidential alien trial. She was wearing that special uniform, a large hat, and that obvious, can determine the number of people. The rosette of a billion lives.

Just because her task this time doesn't require her to hide herself, and even treat her arrogantly like a swan.

Because she was going to the edge of the enemy-occupied area, a world just taken back by the Imperial Guard, she proposed to use the black ship of the Inquisition, but was rejected because of the fear of the Imperial Guard.

They refused to pay for any, seemingly powerful firepower, and even tried their best to dress up as a diplomatic affair, as if they could be sent away with red wine as usual.

This matter made the judge dissatisfied, she was like a bullet, shot out regardless of her thoughts, and like she should.

In the end, she could only choose to rely on the transport ship of the large chamber of commerce from this bishop's world to go to that star area.

But don't get me wrong, these aren't those slow imperial transport ships that pull people around, but actually special, transport service ships.

The powerful aristocrats may not have a starship, and they may or may not be a fast ship of the Imperial Navy. When encountering urgent affairs, they need to cross the planet. This is how this commercial ship was born.

The total length is only one kilometer, barely meeting the standard of carrying a large-scale subspace engine, but the thousands of internal rooms are replaced with extremely luxurious living halls, and natural materials, such as logs or fireplaces, are used to maintain the space. internal temperature.

To be precise, it looks like a wooden hut located in the mountains of ancient Terra. The windows and holographic projections are matched with exquisite landscape photos to make an almost completely realistic, 24-hour completely different, virtual screen, simulation Out of the sparkling lake, the snow-capped mountains.

Birch forests, pine trees, lakes, and snow-capped mountains, but the windows can only be closed, but considering that this will reduce the sense of substitution, this place is deliberately not selected as the temperature adjustment area in the ship, but invades the interior from the void with the cold, and allows passengers Choose from stews, cheeses, breads, ham roasts and more.

In addition, entertainment activities such as old-fashioned hand-cranked phones and records are also sufficient. If you have any needs, you can directly call the hotline. "Extraordinary joy" and other performance-like pick-up links will be delivered.

That's right, the corridor here is also holographic, which will take you to a wonderful, uninhabited snow mountain or lake. At the same time, if you board the boat alone, in order to save seats, you will usually arrange a companion for the guests. During this long journey, two people who can afford such an aristocratic travel, and who can match their manners and speech, will probably become friends.

It also created a lot of good stories for the nobles of the empire, which are talked about by people.

At the same time, the number of laborers here has also reached an astonishing number. In order to maintain the huge ship system, 1 of them huddled in 10% of the space on the ship, sleeping next to dangerous boilers, inside pistons, and overheated holograms. On the projector, eating garbage-like recycled food is all starch lumps made from the leftovers of those guests (of course there are also metabolites).

And the source of labor inside such a ship is not clean. (I heard that there are mutants)
And its imitation creates a completely mimetic, human winter in ancient Terra, and makes tourists linger, and its travel prices are almost astronomical.

However, the definition of astronomical figures always depends on who they are, because there is nothing in this world that you can't think of, and there is nothing that people can't do. There are tens of thousands of imperial coins (equivalent to several months' wages of senior technicians in the empire) to support this precious travel.

Of course, the Inquisitor's financial ability is sufficient to pay, and she doesn't need her to pay. For the Inquisitor, travel money is just a handful.

But even so, there are still many difficulties facing her at this moment, but obviously, the biggest problem she encounters at present is not the tough attitude of the Imperial Guard, but the passengers who are traveling with her.

She is now wearing a thick down jacket, but she can still see that she is the symbol of a judge, because she needs to be vigilant and remember her duties, so most of the imperial nobles are unwilling to complete a wonderful trip with her.

This is not her personal problem. On the contrary, as a Valhalla person, Ms. Lovalov is young and beautiful, but she is not guilty, and she is not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. But in this dark 40th millennium, she needs to travel across star regions Super rich, is that really clean?

Tell you now, there is an Inquisitor sitting next to you, who wants to spend an unforgettable travel time with you?
The single room is basically impossible. This is the hottest service item in the empire, and many people even need to be connected in line. Therefore, the judge is looking at the bald man chattering in front of her, and to be precise, he has a chest pinned. The badge of the state religion, the scriptures thick enough to open a person's head (physically) on the waist, and the prayer embedded in the clothes.

There are complex runes on the wrinkled lines on his forehead, probably because of faith, he has shaved his own hair, to be precise, he is bald.

"Sir, please shut up!" The judge couldn't take it anymore, she was going to sleep, and it was already three o'clock in the morning according to the standard Terra time, but he was still talking about where he was going and how he was going to spread the word of God. The will of the emperor, and those stinky and long scriptures.

The Inquisition Chamber was originally separated from the control of the state religion, which was consistent with the unique existence of Astartes and the Mechanicus. If ordinary nobles encountered such a situation, they would definitely not fart, but Lovelova would not bear it.

The pastor just cleared his throat and muttered in a low voice, yes, he didn't stop...

Lovlova had no choice but to have a little bit of admiration for this guy in her heart. After all, she got on the boat and praised the Emperor for bestowing him with this trip, entered the room and praised the beauty of ancient Terra, and emphasized that it was all due to the Emperor. Grace, sleep is also a blessing from the Lord of Mankind!
Mainly, he speaks so many words in High Gothic, and he doesn't stop for a day. His ascetic-like nature makes people sigh and move, but the most deadly part is here.

If we were talking about ordinary nobles, they probably could only understand a little. Those obscure scriptures would be meaningless whispers as long as they got used to them, but for the judge, she could understand any sentence in them.

Perhaps the biggest question in the judge's head at this moment is, Emperor, why do you want to test me like this?
After a few hours, probably, at least that's what Rova felt, (probably not that long, but it was so uncomfortable that she felt confused) she finally fell into a peaceful sleep, not because the old man stopped reading, but because she finally learned how to read. Ignore things like this.

And the pastor stopped praying at this moment, and mysteriously took out a dispatch letter from his chest. He was going to give lessons to the lost lambs, telling them that the 11 tax should not stay, but he was not sure if it was right, at least he compared it to the Curling up here to enjoy the fire, I prefer to go to the civilian ship to tell the pain to the citizens of the empire.

He chanted his prayers just to make sure that the judge was not so firm in his heart, and secondly, he needed to reconfirm the dispatch content on the ship, and in this situation where he was so sleepy that his consciousness was blurred, he asked himself.

Was it really the Emperor's will that he went to collect money from the Imperial Guard, the loyalists of the war heretics?
The fire was crackling, and the only real thing in this imaginary place was nothing more than that, half asleep, half awake, the old priest saw in a trance, saw the imperial citizens suffering in the lower ships and the great emperor , the silver sun was shining on him, guiding him.

When he opened his eyes, the holographic projection had already turned into daytime. He sat on the floor, thinking hard all night, but shouted with great energy. "Emperor! I know! Those who need to be saved are there!"

The judge sat up suddenly, his bleary-eyed head was bombarded by the sudden shouts, only since the last time he was hit on the head with an assault hammer by a heretic, he hadn't felt so painful.

she asked cursingly. "What's wrong?"

The pastor just pointed to the wooden floor and said. "Follow me and go to hell once."

(End of this chapter)