Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 229 04.0228: ‘The net is closed! ’

The judge slid into the crowd skillfully, like a slippery eel moving among a school of fish.

The big man following behind him rudely pushed away the people blocking the way in front of him, like an icebreaker sailing on the ice of the Arctic, breaking through the crowd and reducing the resistance for the two people behind him.

“Huh!” The judge hid behind a tall and thin worker, panting heavily.

He was only 1.78 meters tall and was not very conspicuous in the crowd, but it also made him exhausted.

After asking the excited hungry people around him, he knew the ‘dinner’ time, and then turned around and looked at the noisy crowd in the square, which was full of momentum.

If they were fed with that human flesh and the ceremony was initiated, the hundreds of thousands of people here would instantly become the most loyal believers of the Scarlet Power.

Such a thing must not happen today.

“Oh, today is the happiest day.” When he said this, someone next to him rolled his eyes at him, but no one appeared to meet him.

Inquisitor Ravenno raised his eyebrows and said the "code" again.

The man who rolled his eyes at him couldn't help it. He squeezed in front of the Inquisitor and said with a look of despair: "Well, today is the happiest day!"

Hearing this, the Inquisitor remembered that he seemed to have said the wrong code.

[How could this kid choose such a code that is so easy to remember. ] The Inquisitor secretly complained.

He repeated again: "Yes, today is the happiest day!"

The two looked at each other and nodded knowingly.

The undercover sent by Horatio was his most capable general in the Black Wing Society, Deacon Jonathan.

Through a series of code words, Ravenno already knew the current situation.

The front row under the table was all Horatio's men. When the action began, they would hold hands and form a human barrier.

In addition to him and his agents, the labor gang would stop all the idle people outside to prevent these civilians from blocking their actions.

He had to be quick, as this fragile human wall wouldn't hold him back for long.

Hopefully Horatio's actions would go smoothly. He didn't want to be beaten to a pulp by the Lord of Carnivores' men when he rushed onto the stage without armor and tried to catch his target.

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The multifunctional servo skull swung around for a long time before returning to the top of the power backpack behind Horatio to recharge.

With the help of the skull's recording and transmission device, Horatio, who was at a high altitude, first used the command hand to mark nearby enemies, and then used the analyzer on his helmet to locate the Ravenno Inquisitor in the crowd.

Marking him and his attendants in blue, the processor quickly retrieved for Horatio the enemies who might snipe him after the Inquisitor rushed onto the stage.

The sound array received footsteps nearby, and two well-trained Blood Pact soldiers were approaching.

Horatio was motionless in the dark, and the void blue perfectly blended him into the night.

"Louise, clear the enemies below me." He ordered when the patrolman walked right below.

"Got it."

"Gah!"

Louise dropped from the sky, clamped a Blood Pact soldier's head with her armored thighs, twisted his neck on the spot, and rode on the dead man's shoulders and threw a flying knife at the same time, hitting another man in the middle of his eyebrows.

After clearing out two sentinels, she did a nimble backflip and landed smoothly before the crooked corpse fell to the ground.

The red mark that Horatio marked with his commanding hand disappeared.

"Cleared, the first team begins to move."

She quickly commanded a five-man team to cross the area. They used the hell gun to melt the iron chain that blocked the door. The room was in a mess, with cans and empty water bottles thrown everywhere, and the so-called bed was even just a blanket randomly spread on the floor.

Fortunately, as detected, there was no one.

The scouts quickly took their positions in front of the window that was so simple that it only had a hole. The combat assistance devices in their helmets drew dotted lines in their vision, marking the standard enemies that other scouts had locked on to avoid wasting firepower.

Look familiar? That's right, this is a system developed for individual naval soldiers, borrowed from the Fury Interceptor System.

The rich technical resources of the Imperial Navy allow them to easily find an existing technology and entrust the technical priests to design individual soldiers.

The production resources of the Navy's prison area allow the Imperial Navy to produce and equip certain trial weapons in the port anchorage without the help of other departments.

The autonomy of this equipment development and production allows the units of the Imperial Navy to enjoy benefits far beyond the waiting supply of the Imperial Guard.

As a naval special warfare, the Hell Sniper can directly bypass the cumbersome application and transfer orders of the Ministry of the Interior, and the resources directly held by the fleet will upgrade their equipment and fully arm them.

"The target has appeared." Fideo, who was on the high ground, said when he saw a man wearing a sheep's skull and leaning on a cane in the sniper rifle scope.

After receiving the warning from Fideo who was far away in the highlands, Horatio immediately looked at the target. After comparing various descriptive features with the help of the tactical analyzer, he immediately conveyed the news of the target's appearance to the Inquisitor.

The sheep-headed skull man wearing a black hood walked up to the Roman-style podium with a cane.

This guy's fingers were thin and long, covered with filthy keratin, and seemed to have turned into a pair of sharp claws - this was a characteristic of mutation.

The iron spikes of the huge chaos eight-pointed star behind him poked dozens of people's heads horribly, their faces were broken, and blood was flowing.

He did not speak, but opened his arms to everyone in the audience. The bone saw stained with dried blood under his forearm also roared. The whole square was filled with people, and the hungry people shouted fanatically.

Horatio had to be moved by the overwhelming sound. From a height, with the Carnivorous Lord as the source, waves of skinny and dirty arms and heads were set off in the sea of ​​people.

"My poor abandoned people, and the poor people who were destroyed by the guild alliance. I am the Lord of Carnivores, your best friend.

Today, I would like to present you with my masterpiece with my sincere and enthusiastic heart. "

Eight iron-faced men with green-faced fangs on their faces, obviously not Ogryns, but already as fat as a mountain of meat, worked together to place a dinner plate covered with a smelly curtain and with a huge chassis, as high as a pagoda. , if it can still be called a dinner plate, carry it on the stage.

The aroma of roasting to perfection emanated from under the curtain, stimulating the appetites of everyone present and extremely tempting.

"Please admire my masterpiece! The Oppressor's Corpse Tower!"

The weird and terrifying goat-headed man pulled the curtain off the dinner plate with a force that was not consistent with his body shape. A human head with a fresh scarlet fruit stuffed in its mouth rolled down from the top and fell into the crowd, where it was quickly starved to death. The civilians snatched it away, divided it and ate it.

"Yeah!" the crowd cheered overwhelmingly.

Horatio looked at the huge mountain of corpses stacked up, as well as the tattered uniforms worn around the target, and the Sky Eagle's armor that had been torn off, and he understood everything.

Relying on familiar terrain and the help of renegade Astartes, the cultists ambushed and eliminated Imperial Guardsmen who ventured into their lower hive.

Their equipment and weapons were seized, and the corpses of the victims were made into a 'barbecue mountain', hoping to feed the hungry people of the empire today and turn them into a new batch of bloodthirsty warriors.

At this time, these extremely hungry people could no longer tell what kind of meat it was. They just wanted to fill their hungry stomachs.

The ragged children were clutching their mother's tattered skirts. The desire for food, especially meat, in their eyes made them eager to rush in and feast.

"Cheer! Cheer! Come down! After eating these, follow me! I will lead you to overthrow this decadent empire!!!"

The bewitching slogans are very inspiring, but Horatio's eyes are only filled with evil anger.

"Lucullus, I think it's time." Judge Ravenor said. He watched as several meat-mountain men picked up plates and poked into the meat mountain, trying to scoop up pieces of meat and sprinkle them on the crowd.

"As you wish, Mr. Inquisitor. All teams, prepare for volley fire! Three, two, one, fire!"

Horatio gave an order, and high-energy lasers instantly intertwined into a web of death in mid-air above the crowd.

"Mom, look at how beautiful it is!" The ignorant child was attracted by this wonderful sight. He grabbed his mother's half-dressed dress and pointed at the lasers that met in the sky and said.

It is like a delicate net, and the beams that make up it appear and disappear at the same time, preventing the civilians from realizing that this is the anger that brings destruction, but some kind of fireworks display arranged for them by the Lord of Meat.

The crowd cheered again.

The Carnivorous Lord was stunned at first, but he soon realized something was wrong. Most of the sentinels he arranged in all directions fell to the ground instantly after the 'fireworks show'.

"Now, come on!" the judge ordered.

Dozens of people in the crowd took out anesthesia guns and electric shock batons, got out of the crowd, and rushed towards the table.

"King of Butchers! King of Butchers! Cover! Cover me!" The Carnivore Lord shouted, picking up his cane and preparing to evacuate.

"Someone wants to assassinate the Meat Lord! Stop them! Poor people, the empire's claws are reaching out to the Meat Lord who loves you, stop them!" the Meat Lord shouted excitedly.

"Quick! Pull up the human wall and buy time for the arrest!" Deacon Jonathan also started calling his companions and shouted.

He and the labor gang tried their best to hold hands together, blocking the rush of the bustling crowd and allowing the Tribunal agents to quickly get onto the table.

The blood pact troops and cult servants who came back to their senses discovered the agents of the Tribunal in action. They contacted people everywhere through the radio. The remaining evil spirits were rushing here desperately, using almost all their available strength. , just to keep their cult leader.

"Each squadron, engage in free fire! Cover the Inquisitor! Louise, Archie, follow me! Valkyrie Squadron, start projecting precision firepower from the air to destroy the enemy's battle formation!"

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