I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 238 The "Courtroom" of the 30k Era

[Searching for the Psyboy near Deathguard 131st Company, Boarding Squad 5.]

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[Name: Psionic Navigator Boy]

[The simulation subject is the navigator of the green-skinned frigate; the starting price for the simulation is 100 Magic Spores.]

[The simulated object is inside an amniotic fluid tank, limiting its movement; simulation price -50%.]

The final simulated price is 50 Magic Spores.

[You have consumed 50 Magical Spores to start a new simulation.]

The system message refreshed rapidly. Li Nuo's consciousness left Axon and entered the subspace, catching up with the green-skinned frigate that had just left.

After switching consciousness, when Li Nuo opened his eyes again, he was already in the amniotic fluid tank on the dotted map, becoming a psionic boy soaking in the water.

The dark muzzle of a gun was pressed against the amniotic fluid tank; the person holding the gun was an assault soldier from the No. 5 boarding squad.

"Behave yourself, you greenskin, give us directions obediently, or I'll blow your head off."

The assault soldier issued a cold, icy threat.

Li Nuo could only laugh when he heard that.

get rid of.

This is warp space, after all.

Without me, this psionic kid, how will you navigate the warp?

They even said they'd blow my head off, haha, that's just alarmist talk.

However, despite this, Li Nuo didn't want to waste any more time here. He wanted to help these Space Marines land safely as soon as possible and put an end to his worries so he wouldn't have to keep worrying about their safety.

"Well, you pointy-mouthed brats, it's not like you can just say the word where you want to go."

Li Nuo said nonchalantly from inside the amniotic fluid tank:
"Tell me quickly, where is our destination?"

The boarding party was surprised to see the psionic boy cooperate so well.

The four exchanged glances, and the pharmacist and captain, Wheeler, stepped forward:
"Tell me, can you see bright firelight in the warp?"

"Are you talking about Big Guy's torch? Of course I can see it. That thing is so bright, it's impossible not to see it."

Wheeler then asked:
"Could you follow the light to find the star sector where Yarasos is located?"

“Uh…” Li Nuo tried to figure out Yarasos’s location, only to realize that this psionic kid’s navigation skills were really not that great.

Pampa can pinpoint a destination accurately across physical distances of thousands of light-years.

But the psionic boy who was currently possessed was like a blind man; he couldn't even see the navigation route in the warp, let alone find his destination.

The light from the star torch remained as intense as ever, especially in the direction where the star torch was located, where the light was terrifyingly strong and almost filled the entire field of vision.

“I can’t see where Yarasos is, but I can take you to Terra. The starlight there is blinding me.”

Knowing that his submissive demeanor was highly suspicious, Li Nuo quickly added a statement to dispel their doubts:
"You might not believe it, but I've wanted to visit Terra for a long time. I've always been curious about what the Star Torch looks like and how it can emit such a strong light. I wish I could go and see for myself, even if I die after going, I would be willing."

As Li Nuo spoke, a deep longing appeared on his face.

The four Space Marines looked at each other, and the scene fell silent.

The green-skinned guy's thought process is indeed incomprehensible.

"Alright, Greenskin, take us to Terra. In exchange, we can show you what Starfire looks like once we get near Terra. But be prepared, orcs will only face certain death once they go to Terra. Even if we don't make a move, someone else will come and deal with you."

"We green-skinned old men aren't afraid of death!" Li Nuo shouted, steering the spaceship toward the direction of the Star Torch.
"It's a deal then. I'll take you to Terra, and you can show me what Star Torch looks like. Let's go!"

The green-skinned frigate charged straight toward the spot where the starlight was brightest.

Whether it was an illusion or the Star Torch, Li Nuo felt that the subspace was extremely calm at this moment, without storms or turbulence, as gentle as a kitten.

What should have been a nearly two-month trip was suddenly shortened to half a month.

As the Greenskin frigate left the warp and appeared in the void thousands of kilometers away from Terra, more than a dozen ships bearing the Imperial Fist emblem sped over and surrounded it.

The No. 5 boarding squad was startled and quickly activated the green-skinned sonic array device to send a communication request to the Imperial Fist to identify themselves.

After a tense negotiation, the No. 5 boarding squad was ordered to disarm and allow the Imperial Fist to take them away.

As expected, Li Nuo, being a psionic kid, was shot in the head by the Imperial Fist.

Li Nuo then ended his interest in the No. 5 boarding squad of the 131st Company of the Death Guard.

But what he didn't know was that this team's story had only just begun.

"Dude, are we going to be locked up and subjected to rigorous interrogation and inspection?"

The new recruits in the boarding squad were filled with anxiety.

His helmet was removed, revealing a face that was both resolute and somewhat youthful.

The burly man from Imperial Fist, clad in Terminator armor, didn't say a word, but silently escorted the team onto the shuttle.

The shuttle's hatch closed, and the four boarding members were strapped to metal seats, unable to move, but the Imperial Fist did not deprive them of their right to speak.

The new recruits nervously looked around.

Wheeler offered words of comfort:
"It shouldn't be a big problem. If they suspect us of siding with the aliens and betraying the Empire, the Imperial Fist will execute us on the spot, not take us to another location. I think there will be an interrogation next, which will be the key to our survival. As long as we answer every question honestly, I think we will return to the company alive."

Wyler's words were reasonable and well-founded, which put the new recruits at ease.

The shuttle carrying four people flew over the horizon, with majestic mountains rising abruptly at the edge of the sky.

A hidden passage opened in a corner of the mountains, and the shuttle flew in, quickly traversing the area under the illumination of searchlights.

After traveling for an unknown period of time, the shuttle stopped and the hatch opened.

The four-man boarding squad was met by a 13-man Space Marine team.

They were entirely black, and their power armor models were rather unique, making it difficult to identify what model they were. Overall, they looked somewhere between ordinary power armor and Terminator armor.

The leader's power backpack had something resembling an "iron halo," but instead of a ring with serrated spikes, it was a symmetrical black "balance scale" that shimmered faintly. "Wyler, Max, Plank, Randall. Answer me one question."

The person wearing the "Balance" device stepped forward, and the rest of the group surrounded the four-man squad from the Death Guard, slightly raising the muzzles of their heavy bomb guns.

If the four men's answers did not satisfy them, they would definitely open fire immediately.

"Tell me, have you ever seen the true face of the warp?"

The four men, including Weller, had discussed this issue on the shuttle and had anticipated it.

Green-skinned ships do not have their portholes obstructed when navigating in subspace.

So on their way to Terra, the four of them often sighed and lamented over the real sights of the warp from inside the ship.

Their understanding was overturned, the foundation of imperial truth was shaken, and loyalty to the emperor inevitably cracked.

Wöhler's advice regarding this question is to answer truthfully.

To the questioner, we did indeed see the true face of the warp—though we repeatedly told ourselves it wasn't real.

But when this question actually comes up in front of the four of them, someone will inevitably succumb to the pressure of the gun and waver.

“I didn’t see the true face of the warp, absolutely not,” the recruit named Randall answered first, waving his hands repeatedly.

His answer caused a stir among the other three, but they dared not say anything because there were other people around.

Randall turned his head away in shame, not daring to look at his teammates, afraid of meeting their reproachful gazes.

“Very well, Randall, you step aside.” The captain of the Black Space Marines waved his hand, and the encirclement parted slightly.

Randall let out a long sigh, left the encirclement, and stood aside.

"Plunk, what's your answer?"

Commando Plank was singled out.

He glanced hesitantly at Randall, who was standing on the perimeter, then quickly scanned the team's captain, Wheeler, before gritting his teeth and saying:

"I've never seen the true face of the warp either."

"Stand next to Randall."

Plank left the encirclement and stood in a row with Randall.

"Next, Max, have you ever seen the true face of the warp?"

With Randall and Planck as examples, Max chose the same answer with almost no hesitation.

"I have never seen the true face of the warp, absolutely not."

"Okay, step forward. It's your turn, Pharmacist Wheeler. Tell me your answer."

Thirteen black-clad warriors tightened their encirclement, leaving Wheeler no opening whatsoever. The intense pressure caused beads of sweat to form on his forehead.

As a Terran, Wheeler has the typical Terran appearance, and his upbringing has always been about "loyalty".

To answer "I have never seen the true face of the warp" is to be evasive, deceitful, and outwardly loyal but inwardly betraying.

He can admit to having "seen the true face of the warp," which is also a rebuttal to the truth of the Empire, and he will be put on trial.

Faced with two possible outcomes, Wheeler was tormented and had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow his heart:
“I…I have seen the true face of the warp, a strange scene where light and shadow constantly change.”

Wheeler held his breath, bracing for the gunfire, but the leader of the Black Warriors asked another question.

"Have your three teammates, Randall, Plank, and Mads, ever seen the true face of the warp?"

When this question arose, it wasn't just Wheeler who was nervous.

The three people standing outside the encirclement felt a chill run down their spines, instinctively clenching their fists, their hearts pounding.

Wheeler's pupils trembled, his breathing became rapid, and his gaze swept back and forth between the black-clad warrior and his three teammates, unable to give a response for a long time.

The leader of the black warriors raised his explosive pistol and said in a deep voice:
"If loyalty isn't absolute, then it's absolutely disloyal. Tell me the answer, Wheeler. Have any of your three teammates ever seen the true face of the warp?"

“They…” Wheeler took a deep breath, his heart pounding, his eyes bloodshot, and he spoke with difficulty:

"They have seen the true face of the warp."

"Wyler! You actually..."

The three teammates exclaimed in surprise.

Before they could finish speaking, the 13 black-clad warriors turned around in unison.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang -"

The barrage of explosive projectiles sprayed horizontally, and the three lying board members were instantly killed, turning into three scattered fragments.

"No..." Faced with the tragic death of his teammate, Wheeler clutched his head in anguish.

The leader of the Black Warriors lowered his weapon and placed his hand on Wheeler's shoulder:
“The loyal should not associate with the disloyal. You are not at fault, Wheeler; they are. From the moment they began to lie, they ceased to be the Emperor’s loyal servants, nor the Primarch’s offspring. You should be grateful to have rid yourself of the disloyal, not mourn and grieve for them.”

Wheeler covered his face with his hands, exhaled a long breath, then lowered his hands and asked in a hoarse voice:
"Yes, I understand. Now, how should you punish me? I exposed the lie of the Empire's truth, which is also a sin."

No, you are innocent.

The leader of the black warriors removed his helmet, revealing a resolute face, piercing eyes, and three golden service studs on his forehead that gleamed brightly.
“I am Monritt, from the Broken Claw Order of the Dark Angels, and now a member of the Imperial Secret Service. So are the members around me.”

The black-clad warriors removed their helmets one after another, revealing their true faces.

They were the Broken Claw Order's boarding party that had ventured alone to the Eonian homeworld, with key members including assault soldier Barbos, technical sergeant Negesen, and captain Monrit.

"By chance, we came across a truth that could shake the very foundations of the Empire. We made the same choice as you: to confront our differences and respond honestly to the questions. In the end, at the call of Imperial Chancellor Makado, we joined the secret service and became the vanguard in protecting the truth of the Empire."

Monritt clenched his fist and tapped his breastplate, producing two sharp clanging sounds.
"The Imperial Truth has indeed deceived us to some extent, but only temporarily. The truth of the Warp involves extremely powerful Xenomorphs, so powerful that merely hearing of their existence is enough to corrupt a person's mind. This is why the Emperor and the Chancellor have chosen to temporarily deceive us. Trust the Emperor and the Chancellor's decision. When the time is right, we will reveal the truth to the world, confront the powerful Xenomorphs in the Warp, and annihilate them all, making the Imperial Truth the only truth."

Wheeler asked sadly:

"Then why execute Randall and the others? If we could just persuade them, wouldn't they be able to accept all of this?"

“No, Wheeler, you don’t understand how powerful the enemies in the warp are. Those who are not steadfast in their stance will begin to fall from grace with their first lie and gradually become servants of the great enemy of Chaos. If I let Randall and the other two live, they will surely become our enemies at some point in the future.”

Monritt parted the road, inviting Wheeler to follow him:
“Let’s go somewhere else. Please allow me, on behalf of Prime Minister Makado, to introduce you to the secret department you are about to join—the Court of Truth.”

(End of this chapter)