Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 239 04.0238: ‘Deadline is approaching’

“Please speak.” Hearing Lina’s hurried tone, Horatio knew something was going on, and he couldn’t help but frown, praying in his heart that the enemies of Chaos had not poked a hole in another place.

“First, a large-scale pilgrimage group movement broke out in the lower nest of Abyss Port.”

“Pilgrimage group?”

Horatio knew that the Empire was a country of religious fanaticism. No matter what class, faith and death were the only things that were treated equally.

But with the huge system of the Empire, especially the huge size of the hive planet, the state religion often ignored the faith needs of the lower people.

But when these people with a strong sense of obligation to faith gather together under the same belief, a pilgrimage group will appear.

Their demands are often simple, requiring the Empire to meet their faith needs, including hosting large-scale ceremonies, organizing them to go on pilgrimage to the state religion world, and even launching a holy war expedition to send them to the distant border to spread the glory of the God Emperor.

Of course, these people do not have much combat experience and skills, but their fanaticism often brings unexpected troubles to the enemies of the Empire. In addition, the State Church is very satisfied with the spontaneous behavior of these fanatical believers, believing that this can serve as a good example. Therefore, the pilgrimage movement is a popular folk movement under the protection of the State Church of the Empire.

Especially after the news of the official armed forces of the Empire successfully thwarted the conspiracy of the cultists in many churches on the St. Gilles Festival spread.

After the victory over the enemies of the Emperor of God was spread to the lower nest, the excitement of the crowd easily triggered the pilgrimage movement.

However, now is obviously not a good time to engage in such activities.

The State Church traitors they are investigating can easily take this opportunity to escape to a distant place on the mixed pilgrimage ship, and may even corrupt all the millions of people on the ship into supporters of the evil god.

"But we are still investigating the traitors within the state religion, and we have found a way in."

"So the fleet leaders decided to change the original small triumphal ceremony from a small one to a large one, and to hold it in advance. Your saint canonization ceremony is also part of it.

It will be hosted by the Holy Rose Convent and assisted by the state religion. This grand ceremony will temporarily divert the attention of the pilgrim fanatics and postpone their plans to go on pilgrimage.

Mr. Cochrane, this is the last way to buy time. For this, you need to take the time to connect with the Holy Rose Convent."

[Is the knife floating behind you finally going to stab you...]

Horatio can feel that his opponent has been forced into a corner, and the decisive battle seems imminent. Eyelash:

"I see, the enemy has completely bared its fangs, it seems they can't wait to make a break with us."

"Secondly, due to the large-scale gathering of pilgrims, the plague in the lower nest began to spread to the middle nest and even the upper nest. The leaders of various departments will hold a meeting under the chairmanship of the Minister of the Interior in the near future to discuss whether to close the ascending channel and only open a dedicated line to the star port for the pilgrims to leave."

Horatio understood their intention. This is a way to control the plague. It is equivalent to driving people to the void pilgrim ship, where they are isolated from the world. No matter how the plague spreads, it is considered to be suppressed after all the people on the ship died, which is far better than the large-scale infection caused by them running around in the Abyss Port.

It seems that these emergencies have caught the planetary officials off guard. After weighing the pros and cons, they can only choose the lesser of two evils.

And what exactly is the situation of the plague... he can't say.

"Okay, okay, what about the third piece of news?"

"A lieutenant at the Military Intelligence Command was killed in his car today."

"What?" Because the news was too explosive, Horatio's scream attracted the attention of everyone around him.

"When did this happen?"

"About this morning.

The Military Intelligence Command's External Liaison Department was checking as usual today, and found that a lieutenant was not here. When people found that they couldn't contact him, the real estate agency in his residential area sent a message that this gentleman was killed in his car in the underground garage. There is no clue to the murderer for the time being.

The cause of death was a slashed throat. His pockets and car were turned upside down. It seemed that the murderer was looking for something premeditatedly. Fortunately, this officer did not have the habit of carrying texts with him, and he was not in the confidential inner circle. We did not leak any plan information.

But this also gave us a warning. My father is investigating on the scene. He asked me to tell you as soon as possible and asked you to pay attention to safety. He will tell you immediately after he finds out anything."

Horatio felt cold in his heart when he heard the last piece of news.

"Got it. Please convey my gratitude to Captain Elphinstone. I will be careful."

"Good luck to you, Mr. Cochrane. Stay alive, destroy the enemy, and bring hope to those in the dark shadows."

"I will."

The communication was interrupted. Horatio looked at the extremely serious face of the Inquisitor and nodded.

He didn't need to relay anything. The Inquisitor, who had the ability to read minds, already knew the content of the conversation.

"We are running out of time, kid. The deadline is approaching.

As you can see and hear, our enemies hiding in the shadows are invisible, but it doesn't mean they have done nothing."

The Inquisitor looked at the strange woman: "Thank you, ma'am. I hope you will not disappoint me."

Inquisitor Ravenno used mind reading to roughly examine the woman's mind.

Hatred, boundless hatred, and the desire to revive the family, these two pure spiritual elements occupied her entire inner world and were deeply rooted in the depths of her soul.

"Don't worry, I can get you to his room safely tonight and wait for him." The woman giggled, looking like she had been plotting this revenge plan for a long time.

——

It was an underground secret passage leading to the storage room on the first floor of the mansion.

The woman said that she once escaped through this secret passage to avoid being caught and turned into corpse starch.

The enemy usurped her family property, enjoying a luxurious life of fine clothing and fine food, living shamelessly in the room that originally belonged to her.

It took her nearly ten years to figure out the patrol paths and patterns of the house's bodyguards. She knew their work schedules and when they would appear in which room. She even claimed that she could avoid them with her eyes closed. This layer of security system, sneak into it.

Sneaking into the storage room, bypassing the patrol, entering the bedroom, and assassinating the enemy in his sleep. This was a careful plan that she had prepared for ten years and considered all possibilities, and she dedicated it to the inquisitor.

"So, after you have been plotting for so long, don't you feel disappointed when you hand over your hard work to us so easily?"

"No, I won't." The woman giggled strangely: "Because I know you can make him suffer even more."

The judge raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Then you have indeed found the right person. I guarantee you, madam, he will experience the most painful torture in the world."

——

"Damn it, how dare they do this to me! How dare they do this to me!"

At one o'clock in the night, a man who smelled of alcohol and had blood spots on his collar, sleeves and vest lining hurried into the mansion.

"Quick! Pack my things! Have my private plane been arranged?"

"Arrangements are being made, sir." The butler saluted.

"Hurry up, you cowards! Guards! Family guards! Call all the lazy pigs who are still lying on the bed! Everyone, guard the door for me! Hurry!"

The man gasped and yelled vently at a group of guards wearing black and white uniforms who had the characteristics of the Corpse Guild family.

"Sir, what happened? Do you need to change your clothes first?" The captain of the guard, who did not know the situation, saluted his employer, turned a deaf ear to the curses, and asked enthusiastically while staring at the bloody clothes.

The boss has long been used to getting angry at them. Someone who can hold the position of captain naturally understands the temper of his customers.

"Someone wants to kill me! Don't ask so many questions! Guard the door for me, and shoot anyone who wants to break in, no matter who they are! Even if they are from the Ministry of Justice!"

"Ah this?! You are the representative of the guild alliance committee. Who dares... Yes, sir! We will protect you!"

The captain guessed something bad, but the Corpse Guild was one of the established forces in the Guild Alliance regime. It was in charge of the disposal of the corpses of the dead on the entire planet and its affiliated satellites, and held a high position.

Any hostile act against the Corpse Guild, not to mention that it is difficult to succeed, even if it succeeds, the result will be that the entire Corpse Guild will be paralyzed, resulting in no one to collect and dispose of the dead in the hive, and the accumulated corpses will stink. Maggots eventually brought a plague that swept the entire planet.

This affects everyone to think twice.

Relying on this, the leader of the Corpse Guild has lived a lawless and powerful life in Abyss Port for thousands of years, but today the employer's expression is not right, and there are blood spots on his body. .

They are still preparing a special plane. Do they want to run away?