Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 236 04.0235: ‘Allies or hidden dangers? ’

The transport boats commandeered by the navy and more infantry support rushed to the square within the specified time with amazing efficiency.

They brought navy biscuits sealed in tin barrels to the hungry people, a shelf-stable ration that the fleet supply warehouses had in large stocks.

Navy biscuits are made from high-energy ingredients such as protein, starch, sugar, and oil, and are compressed.

In addition to the texture being too hard and difficult to chew, for most people in the lower nest, it is already considered the most luxurious food in their lives, and those unemployed middle nesters are not picky.

As well as some drinking water, fruits and vegetables and other non-staple foods requisitioned from other merchant ships.

Superiors required that the entire issuance process must be completed within two hours.

Otherwise, after the news of the Navy's relief food spreads like wildfire, people from hundreds of kilometers around may come around to beg for food.

Even the Imperial Navy does not have the ability to feed so many idle mouths. Their supplies also need to be supplied to various ships to feed the millions of sailors and sailors aboard.

The experience and lessons of "not worrying about scarcity, but worrying about inequality" have made the Navy's words clear to everyone.

If they don't leave before the news spreads, those who come later and don't receive food may start a new riot out of dissatisfaction.

The follow-up relief work can be left to the Sisters of the Holy Rose. The Navy must fight quickly this time.

At the scene, the naval officers and soldiers and the citizen army maintained a strange confrontation and orderly cooperation, and the atmosphere was dull and strange.

They were indeed cooperating with each other, but no one talked to each other during the whole process, and there was only necessary body language between them.

On the other hand, the whispers of making comments about each other in their own world never stopped.

The Inquisitor was leaning against the truck, smoking and looking around. His left hand seemed to be placed relaxedly, but in fact he was ready to use his psychic power to forcibly strangle any signs of disputes at any time.

"So, is she okay? Haven't seen her in so many years."

"who?"

"Who did you say you were?"

The inquisitor smiled and took a puff of cigarette: "Maybe."

"What does 'maybe' mean? You don't know her current situation? Please, you are the judge, don't you know the Military Supervisor...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ravenno pulled him aside and bumped him against the truck, interrupting his words.

The judge looked around warily, and then said with a tense expressionless face: "Watch your mouth. There are some things you shouldn't mention."

"Why are you so crazy?" The man didn't take this trick and asked, glaring at the judge: "I'm just asking, didn't she grow up in an orphanage with us? Can't I ask anymore?"

"Your questions could kill her, that's all I can tell you, that's all."

The inquisitor loosened the man's collar, took a deep breath, threw the last cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it with his boots stained with blood and soil, and crushed it hard.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't mention what you shouldn't mention."

The Inquisitor straightened his stand-up collar, glanced around coldly, and left the truck.

"This guy's emotional intelligence is still so low, then and now. If you don't ask, don't ask, and it's not me who is crying in the end, blah!" The man frowned dissatisfied, and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it. .

After the two left, Horatio walked out of the carriage.

As a courtesy gift to his 'unexpected ally', he took some extra supplies and gave them to the Citizen Army. He was just helping them move these gifts into the carriage, and then he happened to hear the Inquisitor and this man. This was a brief and strange conversation.

He keenly captured the term ‘military supervisor’.

[So, there are people from Ravenno in the Military Supervision Bureau? And she's working for him secretly? ]

He looked at the judge's back, thoughtfully.

Judging from his reaction, even if he asked himself, he would not reveal any information, and would even deny the speculation at all.

This reminded Horatio of what the old senior military supervisor had said before, saying that they were performing a top-secret mission.

If there were people from him in the Military Supervision Bureau, then it would not be surprising that the judge would know that Farida went to the Military Supervision Bureau. It is no wonder that he would pat his chest and vouch for her safety.

"So, do you think the Citizen Army is serious?" Horatio walked to Deacon Jonathan's side and asked as he watched the crowd busy distributing relief supplies on the truck.

“Essentially, they are not much different from labor gangs, but there are quite a lot of children in their ranks, those young people who still have the conditions to go to school.

This forms the only and biggest difference between us. They are very politically ambitious and are not satisfied with the status quo. They want the guild alliance regime to step down. And we just want to safeguard the rights that our workers should have. "

"I heard that many people have joined our labor gang and also served in their citizen army. How big are they?"

"It's very big. Their members may be all over the planet, but the one under our feet must have the most. After all, the Governor's Mansion and the Planetary Assembly Hall are at the top of our land. If they want to cause trouble, I think this area should be divided There will be another bloody storm.”

Horatio sighed, "While their leader has promised in this regard, I'm not sure all of their members can really hold back their emotions.

Once something irritates them, most of the Citizen Army members will be in a state of rage, and even if a few of them want to keep their promises, it will be useless.

So, keep an eye on them, and if they make any moves, they must let me know first. ”

“No problem, boss. "Deacon Jonathan flicked the cigarette butt in his hand, exhaled the last puff of green smoke, and said.

——

Three days later, in the Sky Cage, a force field room specially used to detain psychics.

Inquisitor Ravenno's hands were covered in blood.

He still pulled the pale and messy curly hair of the Flesh Lord, forcing the Flesh Lord to look at him, and the eyes with cut eyelids were full of bright red bloodshot.

This heretic leader had been deprived of sleep for 78 hours by this cruel Inquisitor. Even after being blessed and strengthened physically and mentally, his consciousness had begun to blur.

The hands were deformed and mutated, and the claw-like part was cut off by the female interrogator under the Inquisitor, and then every bone on it was broken, and finally special silver nails were nailed on the ten fingertips.

As long as he moved slightly, he would feel the physical pain deep into his bone marrow.

This Inquisitor said nothing, asked nothing, and since he captured him, he was just pure to him. Pure torture and torture.

This made the Carnivore Lord, who knew nothing about the judge, somewhat at a loss. He had been prepared to face all kinds of questions, but the current situation was completely different from what he imagined. There was no interrogation, no communication, and the torturers were indifferent to his pleas and curses, executing the unchanged instructions like a machine. Facing such a violent maniac, on the third day, he could only feel deep powerlessness and fear in his heart.

When he was not tortured, he could clearly hear the heart-wrenching screams from the cell next to him.

These screams would arouse his body's terrible memories of similar torture, making him tremble uncontrollably, and then touch the silver nails on his ten fingers, and repeat this cycle until he was exhausted from the pain and could not move.

The judge silently grabbed his hair and forced his face to face the dazzling incandescent light.

Then he raised his hand and punched the bridge of his nose.

"Ah! ! "With a snap, the nose bridge of the Lord of Carnivores broke and he let out a weak and hoarse scream.

His ugly scream offended the Inquisitor again.

Ravenno twisted his wrist, pressed his head, and slammed it hard on the steel interrogation table welded to the ground, then pulled him up by his hair again and smashed him down again.

The first time, blood splattered on the interrogation table, and the sound of the nasal bone breaking could be heard faintly.

The second time, the front teeth broke.

The third time, the forehead bled.

The fourth time was the heaviest, and the strange sound of bone cracking spread all over the place. The entire interrogation room was filled with blood, and then the blood flowed, completely staining the table red.

If a mind-reading psychic wants to invade the mind of another psychic, it is best to first destroy the target's will and beliefs. When the consciousness in his heart begins to shatter and he can't maintain the mental barrier, it is the best time for the mind-reading psychic to penetrate through the cracks.

Among the many ways to break the will and beliefs, beating and torture are often the simplest, fastest and most convenient means.

Clarence Ravenno, who went from an interrogator to an inquisitor, knows very well the threat of torture. Power.

Seeing the inner will of the Carnivore Lord begin to collapse, he had an idea.

His left hand continued to hold down the head of the Carnivore Lord, who was struggling instinctively, while his right hand stirred up a faint blue spiritual energy halo.

“Uh uh uh uh uh…” The Carnivore Lord twitched all over, his eyes rolled up, and soon blood began to seep from the corners of his eyes. Soon, thin black blood covered the entire table, which was clearly distinguished from the red blood that had been spilled before, like a black spider web on red silk.

Ravenno’s two deputies, the ponytailed woman and the tall The strong man was standing behind him.

He had previously instructed the two that if he saw anything bad during the psychic immersion and made strange movements, they should interrupt his psychic immersion in time.

After explaining everything, the spiritual tentacles of Inquisitor Ravenno wandered through the fragments of the Lord of Carnivores' memory and browsed his life.

At the same time, in a lounge on a certain floor of the Admiralty.

"Mr. Cochrane, the material you provided here is really wonderful and exquisite. It adds wings to my manuscript and makes my writing more vivid." Sir Humphrey personally poured a glass of wine for Horatio and handed it to him.

"Thank you, Sir, I just did what I should do."

"We intercepted some very wonderful fragments from it, and combined with our accurate and exquisite sentences, we portrayed the Gothic Fleet as an image of saving the world and helping the poor."

Sir Humphrey pinched his fingers and sang rhythmically:

"At the moment of riot! The Imperial Navy overwhelmed the opposition! Joining forces with the Blood Angels to deliver food of hope to the people in dire straits! Solved the spiritual and material deficiencies of hundreds of thousands of poor people! Bring the light of hope of the Emperor to those places that are ignored by people in daily life! It is indeed a model of doing practical things and a model of serving the people. "

The fox-like smile proclaimed the great victory of their special team in public affairs.

[As a senior civil servant, he exaggerated just right and took all the credit and threw it to the fleet, while the Ministry of Justice and the Sisters became a complete foil.] Horatio's smile was a little difficult to hold.

After this wave started, the Gothic Fleet now almost always brings a camera crew when performing planetary missions.

Keep the good materials and cut the bad materials directly.

However, at least with all the overwhelming publicity on TV, news, radio, and newspapers, as well as the fancy photo shooting by the Gothic Fleet in order to find more materials, senior civil servants like Humphrey accurately controlled the scale and frequency of publicity, and inserted it 3 minutes before the broadcast of "Yes, Minister" as the opening.

Before watching the latest episode, everyone in Abyss Port had to sit in front of the TV to watch the three-minute publicity broadcast.

Its length and length are just right, making people happy and looking forward to the plot, making the publicity effect more effective.

"Good afternoon, I have good news to tell you, Mr. Horatio." Commodore Peru strode over with a bicorne hat.

"What good news, you came all the way to celebrate?"

Commodore Peru took the wine from the servant and moistened his throat.

"Led by Captain Lord Elphinstone, a total of three senior captains have signed your commissioned officer qualification recommendation letter. This morning, Lord Admiral Venuska Katalia personally stamped her seal.

This exemption recommendation letter will be delivered by a warship bound for Sepra-Mundi, and perhaps we will receive instructions from the Star Domain Navy Department in a while."

"Really? This is really exciting news!" When Horatio mentioned the official establishment of the Empire Star Domain, he instantly became excited. The busyness and fatigue of the past few days disappeared in an instant, leaving only a fuller enthusiasm.

"I heard that there are many highlights in it that were personally pointed out by Admiral Venuska Katalia.

I think there is no reason for the Star Domain Admiralty to reject a rookie who is very motivated, has a special resume, but has done a satisfactory job so far, and has multiple duties. I am afraid that he has no time to go to Sepra-Mundi to take the Navy Lieutenant Examination."

"You are right. There are so many things on hand that I can't spare the time to run from the easternmost part of the Hazy Star Domain to the center to take a large-scale examination." Horatio smiled bitterly and raised his glass.

"The progress is breaking through step by step, which is worth celebrating. But before we reap the fruits of victory with our own hands, we must not take it lightly." Commodore Peru extended his glass to him.

"Of course, sir. We will concentrate on fulfilling our duties! Never slack off."

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