Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 278 The True "Immortal" Baron

In front of the inquisitors' shocked expressions, Taylor showed his Inquisitor Rose Knot and the handwritten document from the Imperial Regent.

Those priceless things shouldn't belong in the same person, but he did show them.

After about 30 experts had examined and touched the object, an Inquisitorial attendant timidly handed him a file.

It was a basic form to determine whether the writer was affected by chaos abilities.

But this set of judgments is actually meaningless, because heretics are very cunning and it is impossible to detect them using such means. In other words.

This was just to give Taylor a way out so that no one would criticize his loyalty.

True cultists will not expose themselves under any circumstances imaginable to humans, so the best way to eliminate them is to kill them.

Only the dead do not fall.

After completing the form, Taylor walked out of the Inquisition's ship, ending his week-long observation.

During this period, about 6 archbishops from different star regions came to judge his loyalty.

Although the communication was superficial, after they recounted witnessing the Emperor's gesture to them, they quickly concluded that the warrior was not evil.

Now that Taylor is free, he is more worried about how his boys will be interrogated, after all, there is a true follower of Slaanesh among them.

But when the others finished their investigation, they found that the cultist lady had disappeared long ago.

She has always had a tough life, and Taylor doesn't think she will die in the Inquisition. Although he is a little uneasy, the most important thing at the moment is to return to Macragge quickly.

However, the local judge came here soon. He looked to be about 60 years old, but with white hair, tall and thin, like a tuberculosis patient, and wearing a big hat and windbreaker, he spoke seriously.

"I'm sorry that we need to follow the rules and regulations to try a saint. This is the most...ridiculous trial in my career as an inquisitor."

His meaning was very clear, that is, this detention was really unnecessary, but in order to reassure some people, it was still necessary to do some superficial work.

After all, Taylor was actually a high-ranking agent of the Inquisition, and the Empire now advocated efficiency above all else in the Regent's Indomitable Crusade.

Such old rituals and observations are actually a bit outdated.

And Taylor had just helped the world eradicate most of the remnants of Chaos, apparently.

If he is a cultist, then the Inquisitor himself is probably not clean either...

But Taylor was not angry, he just said it calmly.

"I need to see the Regent."

The Inquisitor replied. "I won't ask too many questions, but I need to know why."

"He is the Regent of the Empire. Even if you are a saint, I still need to consider whether to provide assistance."

Taylor said. "The return of another Primarch, the current state of the Empire's dark side—is that enough news?"

The Inquisitor swallowed his saliva. There was no doubt that the information was invaluable to the empire today.

He said quickly. "The Primarch?"

This is a question that every imperial citizen can't help but want to ask, but he immediately regrets it after asking it.

"No, no, no, I don't know. I don't need to know." He covered his forehead and chanted to himself.

"All of this is the instigation of heresy, which has confused my mind."

"Until the Regent announces that information, all I can do is send you to Macragge."

"The first phase of the Indomitable Crusade is nearing its end. The Primarch is currently dealing with the affairs of the Five Hundred Worlds. Therefore..."

He seemed to have already figured out what to do, but he asked anyway.

"My Lord, have you been to the dark side?"

Taylor answered. "I faced the Warp, met the Grand Master of the Grey Knights, traveled through it, through the ancient Webway, and on long adventures."

"I met another Primarch."

The Inquisitor shook his head silently. "I have never understood this world. I know it well, but I never imagined it would be so mad." "By the Emperor, I have not prayed to Him in ages, for I thought the Regent alone could resolve our difficulties."

"My lord, I will arrange what happens next."

He stood up and left silently, and Taylor returned to his room to prepare for the next journey.

Soon, about half a day later, the judge said that he had resolved the matter and informed Taylor.

But strangely, the tight-lipped Inquisitor let everyone in the entire starport know about Taylor's return.

The story of the empire's legendary hero appearing in his hometown and destroying the cultists became widespread, and his title of Undead Baron became increasingly clear.

Immortality, as if it were a destined word, became a deep label for this officer.

Taylor was quite curious about who had sent those damn messages that were making him unable to sleep or eat.

After all, he could walk out of the starport with confidence and buy a few newspapers and snacks from a nearby store.

Now, whenever he went out and walked under the brown sky, some resident of the empire would take out the damned, hateful book written by the narrator's sister.

Ask him to add text to the cover above.

Especially since the cover had changed from the Empire's standard literary cover to Taylor's iconic smile, the kind that was originally used in recruitment advertisements...

Taylor felt his scalp tingling.

He reluctantly began to linger in the darkened chamber until the Inquisitor determined how he could get to Macragge.

The reason why this is so troublesome is that most of the empire's ships have fixed routes unless there are special dispatch orders.

Otherwise, Taylor could only travel from one world to another by taking merchant ships and cargo ships one by one.

But it is obvious that the current situation is not suitable for such a slow journey. Although Taylor has a lot of interest in it, he thinks that this is not the so-called peacetime, and obviously such a journey is tantamount to seeking death.

After all, every time you travel, the chance of encountering pirates increases exponentially.

The Inquisitor said. "I have prepared an opportunity, a chance to enter a Space Marine battle barge, albeit as a passenger."

Taylor replied. "Battle barge? That's a good idea indeed. It has sufficient combat power and defensive capabilities, and the battle barge can obviously enter and exit Macragge."

The most important thing is actually to cover up one's own traces, and Taylor cares a lot about this.

He needed the chaos to not know he was coming, so it would be best if they pretended they didn't exist.

Secondly, regarding the Space Marines' ships, he was very impressed by the previous Sword of Glory and was very happy.

Not to mention its unlimited dining options and excellent training facilities, as well as the comfort of its nice interior equipment that is incomparable to the crappy ships of the Imperial Navy...

However, the Inquisitor and Taylor emphasized that he arranged for a personal guard to protect his safety.

But when the brown-haired lady in carapace, dressed like an Imperial Navy officer, approached, Taylor frowned.

He smiled and said goodbye to the judge, then asked the lady with the orange flavor.

"what's the situation?"

The girl quickly took off the armor on her body, put on her favorite dress, and answered at the same time.

"A small infiltration, of course."

Taylor said. "The Inquisitor is no fool. How could you possibly..."

The cultist girl replied. "I know, but if I tell you everything about you in my resume, and also note that I fought alongside you, would that give me extra points?"

Taylor sighed. "You're not lying. Everyone here suddenly knows about my deeds. Does this have something to do with you?"

The cultist lady replied, "I just can't stand it when I'm hiding and you can go to the cafe and drink tea openly!"

She smiled crazily, and then Taylor pinched her cheek. Taylor said sternly, "If you do this again, I'll hand you over to the Inquisition!"

"Now, come with me to the Space Marines, we're going to have a buffet!"

(End of this chapter)