Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 100 Judge

At the end of the war, several transport planes rose from the distant Dark Mechanicus fortress.

The Empire's anti-aircraft firepower tried its best to shoot it, but still failed to shoot it down. It was protected by a powerful psychic shield. It was obviously the nest master's psychic power that protected those things.

Finally, when the Imperial Guard approached, they found only a huge mechanical body hollowed out from the middle.

others?
Like the ones who control this place, the Genestealers and their hive masters with powerful psionic powers?

They had probably already left, choosing their next target in the void.

The gecko cut off his tail, but he cut off the millions of remaining Genestealer hybrids here, and those guys fell silent again.

It seems that before the next approach of the Great Devourer or the appearance of a Brood Master, some of the hidden bastards will once again become good citizens of the Empire.

Now it seems that the chaos of the past is just a dream. If it weren't for the mess here, it would seem as if the war had never happened.

Among the remaining things, Taylor dug out food from the ruins of houses and gave it to the refugees after confirming that it was safe and uncontaminated.

A few hours ago, they had contributed a lot to the empire with weapons in hand, their own lives or the lives of their loved ones, but all he could give them were those dusty leftovers.

The nest master escaped during the chaos, but this world will not be the same for the next hundred years.

Within a thousand years!
They will all remember the evil deeds of the Genestealers.

Maybe it will become a poem that is passed down, or maybe it will become a spiritual belief, as if the world has just suffered a serious illness and now has resistance to those things.

But the number of "white blood cells" sacrificed is difficult to count.

Interestingly, most people think distributing food to refugees is a chore, but Taylor finds it pleasant, easy, and enjoyable.

Think about it, going to the battlefield to kill the remaining gene stealers might get shot in the head, but distributing things to refugees obviously won't happen.

At this moment, he only needs to stand by and show his signature smile to those confused men and women, and the refugees will automatically maintain order with gratitude.

To be honest, this made his team more relaxed. Those people were so sensible. Not only did they line up in an orderly manner, but some of the brothers who had served as militia would also take the initiative to maintain the team.

For example, they carried out crowd diversion and psychological guidance. In the end, Team 15 didn't even need to take action as they had already taken over the tasks of distributing and collecting food.

Taylor looked at the team a little embarrassedly as they managed to sustain themselves, then muttered to himself.

"What on earth am I here to do?"

So after a while.

He put down the playing cards in front of the makeshift table made of helmet and wood and sighed in disbelief.

"I admit I haven't had any luck in that area."

As he spoke, a pile of scattered cards slipped from his hand.

The other soldiers said dissatisfiedly, "Boss! You can't just leave when you can't win!"

"You still owe 2 throne coins..."

Taylor suddenly looked at them without saying a word, and then the soldiers immediately remembered that this guy who always lost at cards was actually their immediate superior.

The veterans coughed. "Of course."

At the same time, footsteps were heard outside the camp. They were the footsteps of an outsider, not any of the bastards he knew in Class 15.

Those people walked in here, wearing heavy, fully enclosed shell armor and Krieg-style masks on their heads.

It was black, with a huge powered backpack on its back and a laser gun slung around its waist, and Taylor knew for sure that it was the Hell Gun.

Zhongsi Stormtrooper...

This is a big shot.

They graduated from Zhongsi Academy, the academy of the Imperial Political Commissars. They were all orphans left behind by the Imperial martyrs and were accepted into the academy by the Ministry of Military Affairs for training.

Those with outstanding academic performance will become political commissars and enjoy school-level treatment, which is equal to that of generals to a certain extent.

The inferior group was the Stormtroopers. They were equally loyal, reliable, and skilled in various special warfare operations. They usually served only as guards for important figures or as temporary breakthrough agents on the front lines. Although inferior, they were still several times stronger than countless Imperial soldiers.

This made Taylor alert. After all, not everyone could order them to do work. At least he had to be an imperial general or an important figure.

But even so, he still felt his brothers secretly pulling the triggers of their weapons.

He stood up and stretched out his hand, signaling others not to move, and the stormtroopers also spoke.

"Mr. Taylor, please go to Starport."

Taylor waved his hand, asking the brothers to put down their weapons, and said at the same time.

"I don't have a choice, right? Luckily, you guys are pretty good."

"My boys are very hot-tempered. The war just ended. God knows what they will do. You are smart not to take action directly."

Taylor was right. There was no notification, no warning, only a sudden request to follow them. This was very barbaric and against the rules. In theory, it was not unreasonable to be shot directly.

Taylor followed them and boarded the transport plane. After a short but seemingly long journey, he saw the terminal.

That was the transport's target, a black ship of the Inquisition.

Of course, it was the Inquisition after all, so such abrupt and reckless approach seemed to have gotten the answer.

When he walked into this shabby place, Taylor opened the door in front as if he was familiar with it. After the metal torque made a clicking sound, a place full of thinker systems and complex mechanical equipment came into view.

A beautiful woman in a fur robe and a pointed hat looked at Taylor and said with a smile, "Long time no see."

After saying this, she seemed to be showing off the "inconspicuous" rose knot on her waist, and deliberately revealed a corner of it under her leather jacket.

Taylor shook his head helplessly. "Next time you can send a telegram, but it seems I have to congratulate you."

"Madam Inquisitor, no, I should call you Inquisitor now."

The rose knot belonged to her, so she could show it to Taylor. Normally, the interrogator did not have such authority, so there was only one possibility.

She got a promotion.

This made Taylor feel like he was a god of wealth or something, and that people who had a good relationship with him would definitely move up, but he also understood that he was probably just being self-indulgent.

They are all excellent people, so this is only natural.

However, it was obvious that she didn't call him here to show off her promotion.

The judge also spoke seriously at this moment.

"The Empire is facing something, possibly something terrible. The Plague Fleet suddenly appeared near Cadia, and the Eye of Terror is wavering."

"You also know that this universe contains many dark and terrifying things. You are someone who knows those stories deeply, and you are one of the few people I trust."

"As the stars gradually dim, the Skadi First Redemption Group will be a great help."

"During this period, the psychic space is in turmoil, and many prophets have given disturbing predictions."

"Now, I will give you a gift so that you can better fulfill your responsibilities. It comes from a judge. Remember, you must never show it to outsiders, including your loved ones."

"It comes from the Emperor's infinite power and ancient declarations. It is both the foundation of the Imperium's continued existence and a curse to those who possess it."

"It is the source of the Inquisitor's power, and it is also the embodiment of people's admiration and fear."

She gently lifted the palm-sized rosette at her waist, revealing its beautiful and majestic presence, a rosette of an inquisitor.

Whoever holds this object is above the laws of the Empire, and whoever wields it can dispatch local troops at will.

How many people are vying for such rights? Taylor was silent for a moment, then answered.

"Well, can I refuse?"

The judge hesitated, then smiled and said, "No."

(End of this chapter)