Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Lord Chuck!"

A loud shout came from not far away.

Then there was the sound of high heels on the marble floor.

Greyfax appears on the road that Chuck and Qin Mo must pass.

"Why did you bring the heretic here? Do you want him to be punished?"

Greyfax asked.

Chuck just asked Qin Mo to continue to visit with him, and then walked past Greyfax.

As they passed by, Chuck glared at Greyfax.

"It is already a sin for you, an ordinary judge, to offend me, a lord judge."

"I'm not going to punish you, but don't make me order you to kneel down and lick his shoes."

Chuck said and glanced at Qin Mo.

Greyfax cursed loudly, but Qin Mo remained silent as if he hadn't seen her, and continued walking with Chuck in the hall of the trial court.

Greyfax couldn't do anything, but unlike Karamazov, she still wanted to have fun even when she couldn't do anything.

Although seeing the heretic ignore her made Greyfax feel even more angry and her mouth was not full, she still had to make some noise.

The group moved on.

The magnificence of the trial court far exceeded Qin Mo's expectations.

The hall here alone is so big that you can't see the end at a glance. After walking for a long time, I just passed two security checks, and then I had to take a vehicle to continue moving forward.

This is also the vast office space that all Imperial institutions on Terra have.

The number of worlds owned by the empire is astronomical, and the number of people needed to handle affairs is of course also astronomical. The place to accommodate so many people to handle affairs will naturally be extremely huge.

"Where do you want to go?" Chuck asked as he drove the vehicle himself.

"Anywhere will do." Qin Mo replied.

Chuck thought for a moment and said: "There is really nothing interesting about the Tribunal."

"Then show me where I'll be sent if I'm caught."

"All right……"

Although he didn't understand Qin Mo's request, Chuck still drove the vehicle to that place.

The route the vehicle travels is a corridor, and the giant corridor is full of internal affairs personnel who come to the Inquisition to handle matters. They have some things that they need to discuss with the Inquisitors.

There are very few people in this group who are qualified to ride on vehicles. Most of them travel day and night, then sleep at rest stops set up in the corridors, wake up and continue on their way.

"How long until we get there?" Qin Mo looked around. If it weren't for the fact that the people he saw along the way were all different, he would have thought that he was always standing still, with no end to the road in front of him.

"A week later." Chuck said, "Normally no one would dare to stop me or block the road. If I don't kill some unlucky guy who came to do something on the road, I probably won't..."

"A week?!"

Qin Mo interrupted Chuck's nonsense.

"Why do you build such a huge building?"

"Why not equip every place along the way with automatic vehicles, and even use servitors as drivers!"

"A building this big would just waste time and be inefficient."

Chuck listened to these complaints silently. He was already experienced and had complained before.

But the question is who has the solution.

Terra is like this. Some things were decided by people hundreds of years ago, and no one dares to change them.

"I'm really convinced." Qin Mo raised his hand and wanted to move the vehicle directly to the destination, but he thought that he had already completed the Heretic's idea of ​​visiting the Tribunal, so he simply didn't want to see the dungeons or anything like that. What a hell place.

Anyway, you can use your toes to think of the ways those judges would torture people.

"Turn, turn, I want to leave." Qin Mo motioned for Chuck to return the way he came.

"Then you don't want to go see the dungeon?"

"Fuck it."

Chuck can only return the long way.

On the way back, Chuck occasionally glanced at Qin Mo cautiously. From Qin Mo's expression, he could see that he had no regrets, and he felt relieved.

Chuck knew very well that he must be grateful to the Lord of Tyrone for becoming the Lord Inquisitor.

But this is not the reason why Chuck cares about Qin Mo’s thoughts. The real reason is that his father, Vic, the sage who rules the forging world, once said, “The best thing you can do is to lean towards certain things.” You are in the Tyrone Star Sector and are appreciated for it, but other than that you are useless."

However, Qin Mo has no regrets. He did leave a record in the history of the Tribunal of heretics visiting the Tribunal headquarters.

But Chuck still had some regrets.

"I inquired about something." Chuck suddenly said, "An inquisitor claimed that he found a communication letter you wrote when you were still the governor of the planet when you were in contact with a heretic war gang."

Qin Mo frowned: "How could it be? Are the warbands they are talking about the Wailers or the homeless space warriors in my sector?"

"Most people in the trial court thought it could not be the contact letter you left, but the judge was very insistent..." Chuck said cautiously.

"So? If you have something to say, just say it."

"Several senior officials came to me, hoping that I could let you leave some handwriting, and then compare it to analyze whether the contact letter was written by you."

"good."

After hearing what Chuck said, Qin Mo unexpectedly agreed happily.

But he didn't take the quill and parchment from Chuck, he just sat in the passenger seat.

Chuck didn't dare to urge him, and took it as an irony that Qin Mo said "good" was not an agreement, but an irony that showed contempt for the judges.

"Tailon Star District doesn't know much about the Tribunal, but you play a big role." Qin Mo said suddenly.

"Thank you." Chuck was very happy to be recognized.

Chuck has always passed news about the Inquisition to the sector. Although he has received a lot of money and even a ship, this is not the key reason why Chuck provides information.

Mainly because Vic instigated Chuck to do this.

Although the Inquisition has always deliberately excluded Chuck from everything, he also has his own connections and can get a lot of information.

"It's an honor for me to be recognized by you." Chuck smiled, "My father often said that I can't do anything. As a lackey of the empire, the only person I killed was my mother. Besides, I never solved even half of the problem. An enemy, so..."

"Did you kill your mother?" Qin Mo was shocked.

Chuck nodded: "She died giving birth to me."

"Then your father should blame the existence of dystocia in the universe, not you." Qin Mo frowned, "This old guy Vic is so terrible as a father."

"That's true."

Chuck complained to Qin Mo about how bad his father was.

He mentioned that when he passed Agrippina, the ship was almost blown up by heretics, so he went down to find his father, who was already the ruling sage, hoping that he could help him repair the ship.

Then, Vic, the ruling sage, the generous fanatic who dug out Agrippina's warrior-level Titan and packaged it with the Titan Legion to the Tyrone sector, a generous fanatic... He gave his The son was beaten, put on a respirator and thrown into the void.

"You are despicable enough." Qin Mo angrily scolded Chuck, "Why can't you say adamantly in front of him: I am not your servant, Old Bidden! Don't scold me while instructing me to do this and that. !”

"It's not that simple." Chuck shook his head with a wry smile, "When I became an Inquisitor, I almost died in a mission with my mentor. He sent someone to rescue me. The Mechanicus sage was too lazy to cover for him and directly It was pointed out that he was instigated by an old friend, my father...so..."

"Shut up, I've had enough of these family ethics."

Chuck shut up and drove honestly.

When the vehicle was about to leave the hall of the trial court, Qin Mo signaled Chuck to stop.

"Regarding that letter, if I leave the handwriting for the Inquisition to compare, what benefits can you get, and what benefits can you bring to the sector?"

Upon hearing the question, Chuck immediately answered: "I won't get any benefits, but I will get benefits for the sector. Greyfax will be sent to my command at my request, and then I can send her to die, Let her cause you less trouble."

Qin Mo nodded: "I will leave my handwriting."

Chuck handed over a pen and paper, but was pushed away.

"I will leave my handwriting in the most conspicuous place, so that the bastards in the Inquisition can see whether the so-called letter to contact the war gang was written by me."

With that said, Qin Mo walked to the wall of the trial court hall and raised his hand.

Lightning carved a text on the wall of the hall.

It was a text written in a language other than High Gothic.

Although the meaning is unclear, the handwriting can be used for comparison.

After carving the words, Qin Mo left.

Chuck saw him off.

Later, the Inquisition actually sent Greyfax to Chuck's command as requested by Chuck, and then hired civilian personnel from the Ministry of Internal Affairs who were good at translation.

Under the watchful eyes of a large number of judges and many high-level officials of the tribunal.

The clerk began to translate.

"Adults, this is a message with little information. It just records one person's experience."

"Have you ever had any experience contacting certain forces?"

"No...it's not that profound."

"Stop talking nonsense and tell us what this means!"

"Qin Mo is here for a visit."