+Subfile 4396-2200+
+Jurisdiction: Valais multiple sections+
+ timestamp: 41+
+Target Title: Heretics Executed 8/31 +
+Target Overview: Bishop of the 6th Diocese of Valledo/Corruption Level/Severe+
This is brought to the attention of the Inquisition, Division 8-16, Yancy Sector Concern/Religious World Valedor [Document Index 227-11a], that riots broke out two weeks ago and four low-level Astra Militarum infantry regiments are known to have moved in to counter the rebellion. [File Index 228-16a], contact has been completely lost so far. The world is confirmed to have been corrupted by Chaos Heresy. The source of the corruption is [encrypted information, permission level tsr-11 or above]. It is recommended to dispatch the Ninth Inquisition Fleet [see attachment dx1 -9] to execute the extermination order.
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This is the last insurance. If Marcus is going to be sacrificed, then this thing will be thrown to a place where it will not be noticed in advance, and then it will continue to send out the unique encrypted signal of the Inquisition.
If a judge approaches this world in the future, he will receive this signal and execute the above plan without any doubt.
Of course, this is the worst outcome and the last resort.
"Judge."
Just as he was finishing the recording, another voice happened to sound. Marcus turned around and saw Chandler standing there. He was a bounty hunter from the Alert Star Nest City. He had excellent marksmanship and powerful intuition. Now Accepting his employment.
The Inquisitor noticed Chandler's extra pistols and grenades at a glance, but he said nothing. Chandler had a habit of collecting supplies on the battlefield, and he always felt that he didn't have enough guys on hand.
This habit saved his life many times.
"Those heretics have discovered our whereabouts and are about to attack the gate."
Not surprisingly, Marcus made quite a fuss in order to kill the bishop, but he had already thought of a way out.
"Going through the underground passage, we need to meet up with the remaining Astra Militarum. They may have high-power signal transmitters there."
"Yes, Judge, be on hand immediately."
The team moved with great efficiency, and it took them twenty minutes to reach the previous safe house from the church's underground passage.
The so-called safe house means that when the judge goes to a place to perform a task, he will first choose a hidden and strong place to establish a temporary stronghold, where a large amount of materials and equipment will be stored, just to deal with the sudden deterioration of the situation.
But this safe house will no longer be safe soon. The cultists will definitely conduct a large-scale manhunt. Therefore, Marcus decisively decided to abandon the safe house and set off for the Ninth Parish, which seemed to be under the control of the Astra Militarum not long ago. station.
The task of this investigation has been basically completed. Now his task is to punish and judge, and to eliminate the root cause of this disaster.
He had basically determined the location of the culprit, and he just needed to contact the Inquisition fleet or any imperial armed force immediately.
But their location was still some distance away from the Ninth Parish. In order to reach the target as quickly as possible, Marcus decided to get a means of transportation first.
So he led his team into a maintenance workshop, which was mainly responsible for repairing various vehicles in the Sixth Parish. After the rebellion broke out, the place was controlled by cultists.
But Marcus thinks there should be some usable vehicles inside.
Their actions were very sophisticated and careful, and they did not alert the neighboring heretics at all. When they entered the maintenance workshop, it was still operating in an orderly manner.
The huge machine trembled and roared, and the crane lifted the casting bucket filled with molten iron and poured it downward into the mold.
The servitors repeated the fixed tasks they had been doing since before the war began, as if nothing happened around them. The dirty water dripping from the pipes emitted bursts of steam on the red-hot machinery, mixed with the smoke in the hall, and everywhere It's the smell of rust.
For Marcus, standing here felt like he was in hell. He couldn't help but miss the ice and snow in his home world in winter, and the place where he received training. He even missed the frost on his clothes and the feeling of the cold air sucking into his nose.
The maintenance workshop is occupied by a small group of heretics. Most of them are composed of renegade guards. They wear blue and purple bulletproof armor with heretical emblems painted on them. They wear necklaces made of fragments of human hand bones and feathers. and fangs pierced their skin.
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There is also a small part composed of workers, servitors and some priests who have removed the imperial symbols and state religion symbols.
It was hard for Marcus to say which of them made him feel more disgusted, but since they chose to betray, they would surely face the same fate——
die.
"Leave no one alive."
Marcus reached the nearest guard, then decisively killed him with a dagger, and before the other person could react, he used psychic energy to hit the fallen mind, instantly turning that person into a drooling man. idiot.
But these people have this alarm bound to them, and the alarm will be triggered once they die.
Suddenly, there was a scream in the workshop.
"There is an enemy! Quick! Here!"
"Kill them!"
A heretic rushed out of the steam and smoke first. His body had undergone changes, his eyes were cloudy, his teeth were extremely sharp, the heretic's magic mark was engraved on his bulletproof armor, and he was wielding a heavy ax in his hand.
Marcus turned sideways and dodged the heavy ax coming towards him. If he had not been able to dodge, there was no doubt that he would have been able to cut off his head easily, but unfortunately it didn't work.
The missed ax struck hard into the gap in the floor and got stuck for an instant.
And this moment was enough for Marcus.
He swung his sword upward, and the blade slashed from his waist to his throat, slicing the heretic with ease.
As the enemy fell, Marcus' bolt pistol began to fire forward, and the other heretic immediately fell in a pool of blood.
But there were more behind him, dozens of people.
Verne was fighting beside him, laser guns firing continuously.
Suddenly, the sleeve of the veteran's uniform was cut open by a laser beam that passed over his body. He immediately turned the muzzle of his gun and knocked over the guy who was sneaking up on the stand.
He has been on the battlefield for a long time, and his shell is full of traces of laser burns and knife scratches.
"There's something different about them."
Verne said, taking a breath.
"They are fanatical, well-equipped and very organized."
"These are mutinous Guardsmen."
Marcus continued to fire with his bolt pistol, and continued to use his psychic powers to interfere with the minds of those people, causing their shooting to become scattered.
At this time, the Death Cult assassin suddenly appeared from behind those people. The heavy needle pistol in his hand roared and smashed six heads into pieces. Then he used a black-painted combat knife to knock down the four traitors with stabs and chops. On the ground.
Many people don’t even know what killed them.
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