Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 191 03.0190: ‘When the Devil’s Court Knocks’

In the nightmare, Farida held the gun stiffly.

Her slender hands kept shaking as she tried to pull the trigger.

Suddenly, a warm force wiped away the tears on her face and took the gun.

Pulled her out of the nightmare.

Farida opened her eyes suddenly and gasped.

Her hair was messy, and she stared at the scene in front of her in a daze.

Her eyes quickly swept left and right.

Yes, this is her bedroom.

Her eyes, which were still in the aftermath of the shock, fell on the bed.

The black and red bloodstains on the bedding, the torn black garter stockings on her legs... It can be said that it was a mess.

It was obviously her first time, but in that terrible nightmare, her pale face was bloodless.

Not to mention blushing.

She turned over and got out of bed, and despite the stiffness and soreness of her body, she stumbled to the window.

When Horatio started the hovercraft assigned to him by the Navy, a beautiful figure of a young girl appeared behind him.

The young man in a neat uniform slowly drove away and gradually disappeared from her sight.

She saw the letter he left behind, her eyes were cold, and she bit her lip with a tangled heart.

It was raining, and the raindrops were large and dense, as if crying for her tragic life and fate.

Dong Dong Dong!

Suddenly, her door was knocked.

Girl, no.

The woman turned her head in panic, instinctively trying to find fabric to cover her naked body.

"What's the matter?" Her hoarse voice revealed the texture of a mature woman's fine wine.

"Several adults, I want to see you, Miss."

"No! And please call me Ms. Hood from now on." Farida refused resolutely.

"But, little, no, ma'am, they said that if you don't see them, they will bring people in."

"How audacious!"

Farida roared and scolded, her eyes like an angry lioness:

"Who gave these guys the courage! They dare to do whatever they want when my father is not here, right?"

The butler's voice was a little pale and weak, which was a rare situation.

"Among these adults, there is an Inquisitor and several naval military inspectors. They said they came to investigate your father's incident."

——

A heavy rain poured on the car. Horatio drove the hovercraft in the dense traffic of the metropolis and drove very carefully.

In order to avoid the wipers not being able to wipe the dirty raindrops on the windshield in time, causing a car accident.

Gunshots and explosions can still be heard faintly in the distance. This started last night.

The believers of Khorne will not give up their destruction on the ground because of the failure of the void war.

The Empire's army is still fighting against these chaos makers. The battle lasted a day and a night.

The encirclement and suppression forces have been replaced several times, but there are many difficulties on the road to attacking the middle and lower nests.

Those places that the law has never set foot on have never been the home of the Empire's army.

Horatio thought about the impact of this incident in his mind.

Except for the unknown life and death of Vice Admiral Hood, the Imperial Navy has generally succeeded in minimizing the losses.

Only the command bridge of the Retribution-class battleship was damaged.

With the productivity of the largest void dock in the Abyss Port, it can be repaired in a year at most, and the equipment on the Holy Will can be refurbished.

The Gothic Fleet did not lose this precious capital ship.

At the same time, this incident is like burning the fire on the eyebrows.

Originally just the efforts of Vice Admiral Hood, it has now become the top priority of the entire fleet-eradicating hidden dangers and threats.

At the same time, the pressure from public opinion and superiors has also oppressed the fleet so that it can't raise its head.

The fleet needs to explain to the upper and lower levels, and the subsequent adverse effects are far more serious than the direct losses.

This is not just a matter of reputation being greatly reduced, but also involves the future of the entire fleet.

In the hazy rain and fog, Horatio looked at the huge electronic screen on the building and the voice of the speaker array.

"Yesterday, terrorists attacked churches in many places in Abyss Port. The Imperial Navy, the Imperial Guard, the Battle Sisters, the Ministry of the Interior, the State Church... With the determination to win and the spirit of fearlessness, they defended the sacred faith of each of us. The enemy's conspiracy was thwarted!"

"It is reported that the battleship Sacred Will has returned to the port for maintenance due to a malfunction after setting sail. But the expedition will continue! Baron Bridges Rodney personally led the fleet to rescue the Fortress Fleet! Victory belongs to the Empire, and the Emperor blesses His Navy!"

The propaganda machine of Abyss Port spared no effort to spread official news to cover up yesterday's tragedy.

But not all calibers are consistent, because the Imperials are not blind.

After all, Abyss Port is an important waterway from the Hazy Star Region to the Extreme Star Region.

When the interception fleet dragged the Retribution-class battleship with its bridge blown beyond recognition back to the star port, hundreds of millions of crew members and passengers would witness it, and public opinion would eventually become public.

The Ministry of the Interior is just buying time for the Navy, and the Gothic Fleet must make a public statement on this matter.

But obviously, the fleet is not ready yet.

The level of carefulness of administrative public relations is no less than the consideration of all aspects in preparing for a large-scale fleet battle.

Random and reckless public relations will only push the situation into a worse abyss.

While the Gothic Fleet was silent, there were small media information in the car channel discussing this matter.

The bureaucrats in the Ministry of Internal Affairs knew that suppressing information would not work, so they kicked the ball to the Imperial Navy.

Information from the building came out:

"When a merchant ship passed by the Divine Will, it was found that there were signs of explosion and burning on the bridge? What exactly happened in this accident? The Navy Department of the Gothic Sector has not given an official statement so far. Do you want to know more?"

On the screen, a large group of reporters blocked in front of the Admiralty Building, throwing a lot of questions to Lord Admiral Vinasca Katalia, who was wearing a windproof cloak and had just stepped off the special car.

The Lord Admiral turned a deaf ear, walked up the steps with a steely face, and returned the military salute to the officers facing him.

Horatio could imagine that the bureaucrats behind him were already shouting excitedly: "My mission is accomplished! I've helped cover the fleet, but in the end it's up to you whether you live or die, and it has nothing to do with our Ministry of the Interior."

He received a text message transmitted via an encrypted signal.

The location for the meeting of the judges was chosen at the "Sky Cage" of the Admiralty.

He seemed to regard this eerie interrogation cell as his base.

However, this did not surprise Horatio, and he even had the style of a judge of the Inquisition.

According to Commodore Peru, this gentleman came here not much earlier than he got off the battleship yesterday.

In many cases, he even needed to tell the judge personally.

He felt a little headache. He didn't know whether it was because of the crazy night yesterday, or because he just had a headache naturally when he thought of meeting the Inquisitor.

——

Farida put on her uniform, carried her sword, and walked downstairs with a sullen face.

Due to the power of the Tribunal and the Military Supervisory Committee, the old housekeeper had to invite these big shots to sit down first.

Seeing the female officer walking down the stairs, a female naval officer wearing a gold-tasseled white-brimmed military cap stood up from the sofa and saluted Farida.

She is about thirty years old, and her meticulous military uniform is very straight.

Wearing the iconic attire of a naval fleet supervisor: a large-brimmed military cap with gold tassels and white brims, a white and majestic high-collared jacket, a pair of crimson gloves, and black ink breeches that have been pressed flat. On his feet were a pair of shiny black patent leather boots, which looked powerful and sturdy.

The black and white gold color scheme is exactly the opposite of the black and red attire of the Astra Militarum Military Supervisor. The color scheme is more like the large-brimmed hat of ancient Terran naval officers from the 20th to 21st century.

The hat wall below the large-brimmed hat is decorated with nails, and the hat band representing the color of each fleet is affixed. Fleet Gothic is dark green.

"Hello, Candidate Hood. I am Camerine, member of the Gothic Sector Naval Military Supervisory Committee, genuine red-level, equivalent to a commodore."

"Hello, do you have anything to do with me?" Farida still had a stern face and frowned as she returned the salute to the female military supervisor.

"This is..."

"I'll do it myself."

A middle-aged man with a straight face, as if he was owed billions of dollars in debt, stood up. He looked tall and majestic. His unsmiling face was covered with scars, as if each one was telling a story about him. Dedication to the Empire.

"I am the Inquisitor of the Order of the Holy Hammer, William Carter. You may not know it, but the order I belong to has a more understandable name, the Demon Tribunal.

Among them, my branch is from Inquisitor Pheddis Falconet Horst, which should be familiar to those who grew up in the Gothic Sector. "

The man had a sullen face, and with his purple eyes that originated from Cardia, he stared at Farida's pupils, which were wrinkled with anxiety, as if he were looking at a chick that could be crushed to death with just one hand.

Perhaps because he came from a famous family, this man revealed an unpleasant unruliness between the lines.

Of course Farida had heard of Inquisitor Horst.

During the Gothic War, the famous inquisitor who reconciled among the various forces and finally allowed the Imperial Army to turn the tide was Fedis Falconet Horst, who is well known throughout the Gothic Sector and even today.

This made her feel an invisible pressure.

"Did a demon appear in Abyss Port yesterday?"

"Your Majesty the Inquisitor, I am only a low-level naval trainee officer and do not understand this matter. You can go to the Navy Department and ask. I don't know what the devil is."

Farida was very displeased with being stared at by this man. His cold purple eyes made her feel uncomfortable all over. There was only necessary respect in her words and deeds.

"No, you won't be a naval officer any time soon."

Farida frowned.

"What?"

"As a loyal heir, as a member of the military supervision department, you will become a naval fleet military supervisor." said the female military supervisor named Kamelin.

Order of the Holy Hammer (Devil's Court): A large collection of demons written by GW, a typical negative teaching material. The conservatives in this order think you are not radical enough. Pol Pot is considered a minor. A demonic order that can work with the Gray Knights to label the Space Wolves as traitors, open fire on the wolf cubs, and cause a "Moon of Shame" where "everyone is right, but everyone is injured" .

To this day, the wolf cub is still angry when he looks at the Demon Court and the Gray Knights.

Representative character: Gisneros, who was killed by a wolf cub with an axe.

Whenever this order appears in GW plots, I have never seen many people who can't get killed by their own people (laughs)

The protagonist goes to meet the inquisitor of another order.