Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 215 04.0214: ‘Weird Vulture Silver Coin’

Horatio sat on a chair. Wearing white trousers and black boots, he crossed his legs and crossed his fingers, looking majestic and domineering.

Louise, Archie, and six red-coated navy guards stood behind him with guns drawn.

Everyone's eyes were extremely cold, as if they were looking at a piece of harmful garbage with disgust and ruthlessness.

"Sir... Your Majesty." The boss was so frightened that his legs were weak. His fat face, which looked unintelligent, was full of fear. After he failed to escape, he faced the dark muzzle of a gun. With his fat head and big ears, he could not speak clearly. .

Horatio threw the newspaper in his face.

"Read it to me!"

Horatio just leaned forward slightly as he tossed the newspaper, which frightened the man into sitting on the ground.

The air-conditioning in the office was very good, but he was so frightened that his head was covered with oil and sweat. He looked like a shiny braised egg under the light. His thick purple-red mouth was panting, and his face turned red, like a dog that might be frightened at any time. Dead fat hamster.

"My noble... sir, I... know that I was wrong, please... please show your respect."

"Read it to me!"

Seeing Horatio's unforgiving angry look, this fat brain was frightened to the point of shutting down. His trembling fat hands mechanically picked up the newspaper and began to read it stumblingly.

"The military...the chief of the military intelligence department...Lieutenant General Alexander Hood was assassinated and killed...the internal power struggle of the Gothic Fleet..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end there was only a sharp scream.

"Keep reading!" Horatio urged coldly, with that terrifying look in his eyes, as if to warn him that if he didn't do what he said, he would crush him like a bug.

"The Lord of the Gothic Fleet... is openly in internal strife, the dignified Vice Admiral..." The more he spoke, the more he trembled: "Becoming a victim of personal interests... ugh——"

After saying the last words, his eyes turned white as he inhaled meaninglessly, fainted, fell backward, and hit the imitation wood pattern tiles hard.

Wow! ——

Maybe he still had a chance to escape reality. Even if he woke up and faced the gray cement wall of the Ministry of Justice, it would be better to continue to face this naval officer. But what he waited for was just a bucket of water poured down by a guard. Purified water full of printing waste.

The fat man shivered and returned to the tragic reality again. He awkwardly supported his fat body and sat up, his soaked body still trembling.

"Continue." Horatio seemed to be a ruthless torture machine. He raised his chin and motioned for him to pick up the newspaper that was wet with water on the ground.

The boss looked hopeless, his eyes were empty, and at the end, his voice was like a mosquito, buzzing word by word: "In-depth revelations... A shadow of gloom hangs over the Gothic Fleet. The power struggle led to yesterday's tragedy. What is the significance of the existence of the fleet..."

He understood that just saying these sentences to the rightful owner would be enough to kill him a thousand times.

How can the legendary fleet be slandered by such villains?

"What's behind this?" Horatio tossed another newspaper.

This time the back is exposed.

"You are quite courageous. You dare to inquire and leak information about our Imperial Navy officers, right?"

Horatio sat on the boss's chair and leaned forward: "Do you know what your crimes are enough to make you become?"

"Death... capital punishment."

"Death?" The young man sneered.

Then he opened his accompanying data pad and projected a hologram from it.

It was a man tied to what looked like a lumberjack.

The upper part of his skull and eyelids were removed.

The brain soaked in artificial tissue fluid and the naked eyes were implanted with terrifying mechanical nerve contacts, as if they were bitten by thousands of snakes.

Then the nerve torture helmet connected to all the tentacles covered up this terrible and horrifying scene, leaving only the pale limbs twitching and spasming under the restraint belt.

Horatio plays the audio.

"Uh uh uh!! Ah!!!! Ah!!! Ooooooooooooo!!!" The vocal cords on the verge of collapse let out the last extremely miserable hoarse scream, and the instinctive wailing that had long lost its thinking was like a cold wind. Through the crowd, even Archie and other navy personnel couldn't help but shudder.

"This is called the Atonement Mecha, and they are controlled by prisoners who have committed unpardonable crimes in the empire.

Once you become its master, as long as you live, you must continue to accept physical and psychological destruction and torture 24 hours a day as punishment for your crimes.

Thinking about it this way, rushing to the battlefield where bullets are flying and dying is a kind of relief. "

Horatio said indifferently: "But because of your sin, the Navy will send you to the most remote war zone. This means that before you go to the battlefield to seek relief, you may endure in this steel cage for several decades. Ten years, even hundreds of years of destruction and torture.”

Hearing Horatio's words and the heart-rending horrific screams that kept coming from the holographic image.

The man was kneeling on the ground, dirty water that reeked of pulp dripping from his hair.

He seemed to be dead, his eyes dull and empty.

He knelt in front of Horatio and looked at the officer's information and the fabricated story above. His lifeless eyes showed a look of collapse and tears: "My lord, he! They! It's them!"

The fat boss, who was trembling just a second ago, suddenly became excited, looking around like crazy, and finally pointed at a group of kneeling accomplices behind him who were pointed at bayonets.

Everything was in Horatio's calculation. When people are desperate, they will naturally start biting people like mad dogs, and they will drag a few people down with them even if they die.

Horatio's eyes fell on a group of people dressed like paparazzi.

"Bring them here!"

When the group of paparazzi in messy clothes heard him say this, they immediately shrank and hid behind others.

"He, he, he! Yes, it's him! And him! They, they provided these manuscripts. I can't read. I can definitely tell who wrote the manuscripts from these guys!"

"I don't know anything! He's talking nonsense!"

"That's it! Boss Polly, this mad dog who bites people before he dies, he just wants to drag people to his grave! We are just a few stinky workers who came to apply for the supervisor position today. Sir, you see, we don't even have a camera, how can we be the one who provides news and manuscripts!"

Horatio was too lazy to argue with them.

"Take them to the Sky Cage and prepare interrogation tools and doctors in advance. I think our Inquisitor will like these new toys very much."

When the young officer said the word "Inquisitor", everyone in the room fell silent.

The boss trembled and let out a last wail before falling to the ground again.

Louise stepped forward to check the situation and said, "He was frightened and went into pseudo-death shock."

"It was a man wearing a bird-beak mask! He was well dressed and had been playing with a creepy vulture silver coin in his hand! He threw it in our studio and disappeared. That's all we know! Really! We just polished the manuscript a little bit, and the information we got should not be wasted!"

"Oh? Vulture silver coin?"

Horatio's eyes turned around thoughtfully.

He took out the strange and creepy silver coin that he and Farida had seized from the cult's mailroom. On one side of the coin was a hunched vulture with a cane in profile. He asked the paparazzi, "Is that so?"

"Yes! That's what it looks like!"

"When and where were these manuscripts and information handed over to you?"

"Our studio is on the mezzanine floor of the WGS-2102-K7 building, the 9th from the top..."

"Seal off this place and continue the search. Take these guys back to the Sky Cage, and detain the others first and verify their identities."

For the sake of safety, he had to detain so many people, including the laborers.

Although his order brought widespread grief, he knew that this was necessary to prevent the news from leaking out and to avoid hidden dangers.

He must not let these people go until the incident is resolved.

However, given the conditions of the Navy's detention facilities, at least he could guarantee that they would be given two meals a day.

This was the greatest mercy he could offer.

Horatio ignored the pleas and turned a deaf ear to the wails that were like a tide, and continued to lead the Marine Guards.

He led his men and horses, took some confiscated newspapers, ensured that all the printed data and copies that were not on hand were completely destroyed, and left the destroyed illegal printing house with a group of people.

Captain Sterling and Minister Hank had to pay attention and realize how important a task they were doing now.

That is, on a battlefield without gunpowder, using feather pens, paper and ink, to fight a battle for the hearts and minds of the enemies in the dark.

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