mtl008 Chapter 341: God's Judgment 2 Calls
Chapter 341: God's Judgment 2 Calls
"Your Holiness, the traitors of the Dark Brotherhood have been killed by the Crusaders and the Sisters. So far, all the rebellious Space Marines have been brought to justice.
The remaining interstellar pirates, about 600 of them, fled ahead of schedule and hid in the abandoned city area."
The clerk carefully reported the results of the battle to the members of the round table meeting. When the planetary governor heard that all the canned animals were dead, the wrinkled skin on his face immediately relaxed.
Look at you, you're neither human nor ghost, you monster!
He immediately looked at Pope Ian and said gratefully:
"Thank you for the protection of the Divine Emperor, and thank you for the timely assistance from the Pope. If it weren't for you, the entire city would have become a paradise for traitors in less than two months."
Ian smiled slightly and pointed to the generals around him, indicating that this was all their credit.
The planetary governor stood up again and saluted repeatedly to express his gratitude to several generals.
"The extraterrestrial light cruisers have already evacuated. Fortunately, the airport only suffered a little damage, otherwise it would take several years to recover.
66% of the city in the western district was burned down, and the other two adjacent districts were burned down at around 30%. Nearly one million people were displaced, and the fate of hundreds of thousands of people was unknown. Alas..."
Pope Ian was heartbroken when he saw the situation, so he stood up and said:
"Governor, no matter how many pirates are left, even if they are hiding under the ruins, they must be dug out and put on trial."
Except for the Battle Sisters and Crusaders, you can mobilize the rest of the shipborne troops at any time, let the officers train local troops, and let the priests enter the church to stabilize people's hearts.
We will launch a fundraising campaign to encourage everyone to contribute their time and money to complete the restoration of the city in the shortest possible time.
The planetary governor, the Ministry of Justice, the Ministry of the Interior, and officials at all levels expressed their understanding. Ian then left the table first and saw Rebos and his men performing an autopsy on a corpse in the damp and dark prison.
Two technical priests assisted, constantly dismantling the power armor on the corpse. Although it looked ugly, it could be remade after a purification ceremony.
When Caroline saw the Pope coming, she wanted to salute him, but was stopped by Ian.
Battle Sister of the Holy Rose
"No, no, no, you don't have to salute me. What's the situation?"
"Yes, Your Holiness. It is difficult to capture Space Marines alive, and we do not have any anesthetics, so we can only arrest a large number of mortal rebels.
The bodies of the Space Marines that were brought back earlier are currently being autopsied to investigate any hidden information they may contain."
"Okay, let's investigate the other beasts!"
Ian walked quickly forward, dragging a chair from the ground into the room where the pirates were imprisoned. Ten of them were tied with iron chains and kneeling on the ground.
Seeing the church members arrive, his unsealed mouth immediately opened and started yelling at Ian.
"The false emperor must be executed! Chaos Law..."
With a loud "bang", the shouting pirate fell on his back, his open mouth became even bigger, and his yellow teeth were broken.
The other nine pirates immediately fell silent, and the insulting words they wanted to utter were stuck in their throats, trembling up and down.
To be honest, not only them, but Caroline was also a little shocked. According to the other party's previous behavior, she thought Ian was going to take a chair and sit down to talk to them, but she didn't expect that he would use it to physically shut them up.
It seems that this terrorist attack really made him angry.
"Unit number, number of personnel, and configuration of the ships."
Ian came to the second person, and his eyes revealed a chill as he examined him from top to bottom. Beneath his cold face was a rage that was about to melt the ice.
The pirate looked at the guy in front of him, then looked at the blood flowing around him, licked his lips and took a deep breath.
"I*..Pfft!"
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
At some point, Ian put on brass knuckles engraved with prayers from under his robe, and lunged forward and punched directly into the heart.
Do you really think priests can only chant and recite scriptures? They can also perform physical exorcism.
Those words that were used to maintain appearances immediately turned into bitter water, gushing out along with yellow bile.
Ian shot left and right at the already swollen face, and blood splattered. The Holy Word Brass Knuckles gradually made the opponent look like a human. Of course, the other eight did not think so.
"Kill me! Kill me if you can!"
Ian gouged out the other man's tongue.
"Let me go, I can't f*cking beat you to death!"
Ian smashed 8 of the opponent's fingers and 12 toes.
"Fuck your mother, I'm going to fuck that nun's ass!"
Caroline frowned and stepped forward to hit the other person with the butt of her gun, but this time she was stopped by Rebos.
"I have a more efficient way."
Ian shook his head, turned around and took the red-hot double-headed eagle scepter from the interrogator, and said with a dagger-like gaze:
"To deal with them, efficiency means humanity, and you need to accept the scorn of the Emperor before you die!"
“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!”
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"
In the end, not a single one of the ten people was left alive, and all were judged by the Pope on behalf of the Emperor. Then the next batch of prisoners were pressed over and placed among the corpses. Ian stepped forward again, but this time he smiled and said:
"Unit number, number of personnel, and configuration of the ships."
...
After interrogating 166 people in a row, they finally knew more or less the situation of the fleet, just as Rebos had expected.
These guys were indeed the troops that had fought with His Royal Highness the Regent before, a mixed warband from the large Red Pirates Legion.
After the death of the Red Pirate leader Huron, the pirates were leaderless and scattered. A group of stragglers gathered together and relied on looting to avoid being hunted by other war groups.
After hiding for half a year, without the maintenance of technical priests and technical sergeants, the vehicles and weapons and equipment were seriously damaged and aged, and the ammunition was exhausted. They couldn't even put up a decent offensive.
Moreover, those cans came from six different war gangs, who had been disliking each other. Once they reached the ground, they fought each other. This gave Rebos and his gang the opportunity to defeat them separately.
When the light cruiser saw the battleship-like Holy Reason, it fired two symbolic shots and then started its low-fuel engine and fled without caring about the troops on the ground.
"So that's all?" Ian turned off the power.
“Yes… yes… I have said it all… I have said it all… We were chased and beaten by the Inquisitors, and if it weren’t for… we finally got rid of them, and then we met you guys.
Do you know how difficult it is to deal with the 6 tin cans from the 23 war gangs? Each one of them is either bloodthirsty or crazy.
I'm already fed up with him because he's either silent like a lunatic or muttering like a fool.
His life is not as good as when I was in the Astra Militarum. I worked for Chaos before it came, and I still worked for Chaos after it came. Chaos came for nothing!"
As the pirate spoke, he probably began to feel real emotions, and his distorted expression could not hide his passionate expression.
But Rebos grasped the problem in the other party's words, stretched out his big hand and grabbed the shell on the other party's back, and then with a "swish" sound, he pulled out a "wing" for the other party.
"Ahhhh!"
"23? Why is there one more? And what else did you rely on to survive the Inquisitor's hands?"
Rebos dissected a total of 22 bodies, but the other party said there were 23, and the defenders' report also stated there were only 22 people.
"Who is this extra one?"
The prisoner was shaking with pain, with beads of sweat dripping onto the ground uncontrollably. Yet he was still trying to endure the pain and shaking his head.
"No...I can't say...I'm not dead...I can't say...I can't say if I'm dead...It was because of that guy that we were able to escape the Inquisitor's blockade...
It...is immortal...it...is eternal...it is a madman, a pervert, an existence that the 22 people dare not approach easily.
Ahhhhhhh~~~!"
The sizzling sound of electricity played on the charred skin, and the pirates' cries sounded like a duet. Ian turned off the switch and grabbed the pirate's remaining hair and scolded him:
"The only one who is immortal is the God-Emperor, and eternity is just a title of His!"
But that guy seemed not to have heard it, white smoke came out of his panting, and he shook his head with tears in his eyes:
Don't... don't go find it... don't use your sword against it... madman... pervert... its death will only be the beginning of your nightmare."
"Its name."
"I can't say... just kill me... dying in your hands... at least it would be easier, hahahahaha."
Rebos granted the other person the death he wanted, and then continued to interrogate others on the issue. As expected, no one dared to reveal his name.
Everyone who was asked this question refused to answer it, and at most they told it from a side perspective. However, Rebos still found some existence corresponding to the brain processor from the massive amount of trivial information.
"There are 19 corresponding Rebel Space Marines, most of whom are from the former Emperor's Children Legion. The most dangerous of them, apart from the Primarch... may be a guy named Lucius."
Mortal Auxiliary Army, Supervisory Army
...
“Great God-Emperor, please forgive my sins and reduce the anger in my heart, which was the emotion that emerged after seeing the displaced victims.
Please destroy the joy in my heart, which comes from purging the traitors of the Empire, and forgive me, the Supreme God-Emperor."
Ian prayed devoutly in front of the altar with dozens of candles lit, purifying his turbulent emotions.
Caroline also knelt on one knee at this time, and the nuns prayed silently, hoping to get the protection of the Emperor of God and bring peace to the world.
"Boom!"
The bells rang, and everyone looked up at the ancient and majestic statue. Although the face was not exactly the same as the one on the Divine Reason, they understood that the God-Emperor was multifaceted and He would bestow divine gifts in different identities.
"May the Supreme Divine Emperor live forever."
The nuns finished their prayers silently. Caroline, who should have received treatment immediately, endured the pain and completed the prayer. After gaining inner peace, she finally took off the heavy power armor.
"Sister, you should have come to the medical room for treatment earlier."
The medical sister said as she cleaned the infected wound with blessed water. Although Caroline was sweating from the pain, she gritted her teeth and insisted without making a cowardly sound.
"No, the gun is still there. Compared with my injured body, the damage to the weapon needs to be apologized to the Emperor first. This is me... uh..."
"Compared to firearms, your health is the more important thing to focus on. I believe the Emperor will understand you. Come earlier next time."
Caroline gritted her teeth and endured the bandages. It was not difficult for her to see that the sister in front of her was too strong. Although it was a kind reminder, for her, the creed of the battle nuns was not so easy to change.
"Hoo... God Emperor is supreme."
"Haha, Sister Caroline, you are indeed the most devout warrior."
Pope Ian's voice rang out, and Caroline quickly stood up to salute, but Ian stepped forward to stop her, took off his ragged cloak to cover the other's young body and said:
"Now that the battle is over, you need to take good care of your injuries. Compared to weapons, the Emperor of Gods certainly wants the warriors under His command to be healthier. Weapons can be replaced at any time, but people are indispensable."
"Your Holiness, this is somewhat inconsistent with the teachings of the Battle Sisters."
Caroline insisted on sitting up. The honor and rules of being a nun constantly reminded her of the principles of being a human being. At all times, it was these beliefs and concepts that regulated her.
Ian looked at her situation, and sighed as if he was helpless with the child's stubborn temper. Then he smiled and nodded, saying:
"I will ask Rebos to help me upgrade my weapons. Now you need to get enough rest. Okay... you don't have to get up. Listening to my prayers and falling asleep is the next task for the Emperor."
After hearing this, Caroline had no choice but to accept it. She lay on the hospital bed, listening to the melodious and ancient sacred words, calming her thoughts and hoping to get the forgiveness of the God-Emperor.
"Prayer."
"Cough cough...cough cough cough..."
Ian covered his mouth and coughed as he slowly backed away. Although his body was driving him away from Caroline, his mind was increasingly wanting to bow to her.
The fact that signs of a saint can appear on a person with negative psychic energy can only mean that the power of the Divine Emperor is becoming stronger and stronger. Given time, it is possible that the Divine Emperor will be able to possess his spirit.
The only way he could think of was to go to more dangerous places and rescue more believers.
"Great God-Emperor, your most devout believer pays you the highest respect."
Over on Rebos's side, he was connecting the data cable under his cloak to the data processing center of the Ministry of Justice, intending to contact the Kingdom of Red Sand tens of thousands of light years away by linking to the information transmission base station of the Holy Reason.
One is an illusory will, the other is data that cannot be measured. These two untouchable existences travel through this cold galaxy to touch the things that are paying attention to them.
'child. '
"child."