"Such a thing happened..."
After reading the images recorded by the tactical recorder of Soshyan's helmet on the data board, especially the mutated think tank director, Marcus let out a cry of surprise.
"Half of the top brass and a third of the veterans of a war group rebelled. This is a big deal."
Putting down the data pad, he turned his gaze to Soshyan, who also unplugged the data cable from the helmet and tucked the helmet under his arm.
"Sarpedon and his companions have surrendered to the power of darkness, and they have used some form of sorcery to escape."
"Then the current situation..."
Marcus tapped his fingers on the table, considering each word.
"...I cannot overturn Thaddeus' sentence against the Soul Drinker."
"I will catch every traitor, dead or alive, and then the stain on the Soul Drinker will be washed away."
"That's what I said."
Marcus frowned.
"The remaining Soul Drinkers—"
It turned out that after leaving the hulk, Soshyan asked Thor and Savita to leave first with the Soul Drinker fleet, and those loyal Soul Drinkers were hidden by him in the Unbound Soul.
Therefore, he has been announcing to the outside world that the remaining Soul Drinkers have gone after the traitors.
"I can't clear their names."
"They will take it upon themselves to clear their names."
"But in this case, other imperial agencies may attack them. The Soul Drinkers are now traitors. No one can tell who is loyal and who is traitor."
"It's up to them to decide their own fate."
"Understood."
The Inquisitor nodded thoughtfully. Then looking at Soshiyang's expressionless face, he asked cautiously:
"Captain Soshyan, I know that you have a very good relationship with Chapter Commander Golgri. Before he died... did he ask you anything?"
"He wanted me to avenge him."
"That's it? Then has he appointed a new Chapter Master?"
"No."
"Then who is the loyal Chapter Master of the Soul Drinkers now?"
"I don't know, it's up to them to decide."
"I see."
Marcus said this, but his eyes never left Soshyan's face for a moment, capturing every detail.
"Then they must have taken the soul spear away too?"
"Yes."
"Yes, as it should be."
The Inquisitor nodded, walked around to the side of the table, and took out a blank report from the drawer.
"But we still have a lot of details to learn. Do you mind if I waste a moment of your time?"
"I have other things to take care of."
Soshyan pointed to the data pad.
"I transmitted everything I saw and heard to it. As for the origin and traces of the devil, you can only investigate it yourself."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.
"Captain Soshyan!"
Marcus immediately shouted, his voice stern and slightly scolding.
Soshyan stopped, but did not look back. Instead, he put his hand on the hilt of the Holy Flame Sword.
"Is there anything else?"
Marcus paused for a moment, and finally suppressed the anger in his chest. He really didn't have time to tangle with Soshyan now.
A chapter rebelled and a civil war broke out, the think tank killed the chapter leader, a hulk with demons, and a powerful demon prince...any of these things individually would be a big deal, but now they are concentrated burst together.
Therefore, the first thing he needs to do now is to immediately go to the surface of the planet to join up with another Inquisitor to jointly investigate this incident and prevent possible chaos corruption from invading the imperial world.
Afterwards, the Inquisition will have to conduct an in-depth investigation of the ruined ship, which will take a lot of time.
"Chapter Master Soshyan."
Marcus changed to a softer tone.
"I will visit you again in the future."
"welcome any time."
After saying that, Soshyan left the cabin.
"This guy!"
The Inquisitor sat back on his chair and took out a piece of information paper from the drawer and opened it with both hands. The paper rustled under the grip of his soft gloves.
When he began to read the content on the paper for the second time, the look of disbelief deepened on his face, and his delicate eyebrows wrinkled.
At this time, his four most important subordinates also walked out of the cubicle door on the side and appeared beside him.
"This is an astrological message from Inquisitor Bonaventure."
Chandler held his pipe in his mouth and glanced at the information above.
"I can see that, you idiot."
Marcus said sharply:
"Next time you peek, I'll pluck out your eyeballs!"
He read the message again, then crumpled it into a ball and dropped it to the metal floor.
The ball of paper rolled in the shadow of the broken Qingming lamp, and finally fell into the hole left by the defect in the floor.
"The Wende Inquisitors found a destroyed altar at the original site of the cathedral. They must have the grimoire."
He straightened his shiny white gloves.
"Who does he think he is to deceive the Inquisition?"
Marcus clapped his hands together sharply, his gloves softening the sound but the gold fringes on his jacket shaking violently.
"What do you think, Goliath?"
Marcus asked his fourth subordinate.
Golia is a priest of the Mechanical Cult. He wears a black robe decorated with golden gear teeth. He has many mechanical modifications on his body, especially the most obvious pair of heavy industrial-grade claws extending from his shoulders. ——It’s also gold-plated to match.
His armor is a very dark red with a hint of cream, a color that is so unknown in the forging world that few people can recognize it.
And he likes it.
"Using my advanced logic circuit to calculate."
The Mechanicus teacher adjusted his glasses.
"The probability that the grimoire is within the Astral Knights Chapter is as high as %."
His voice thickened with disgust.
"They are suspected of being heretics."
Verne took a breath between his jagged teeth. He served Marcus longer than the other three.
"I must remind you that it is taboo to use speculation to convict, especially against a war group. This will lead to a lot of tragedies, not to mention that such a small book can go anywhere, unless we turn over the entire planet. Bottom up."
"Verne, you don't understand the nature of the creation of chaos."
Marcus said as he adjusted his coat.
"Chaos creations are not dead things. On the contrary, they all have their own thoughts and consciousness. They are the carriers of demons in reality, so they will try their best to find a suitable host and then control him... The Grimoire will not remain silent. If it stays in a corner and eats ashes, it will try to find a way for people to take it away."
Then, he snapped his fingers, and a metal box rose up on the table. When he opened it, the weapons inside glowed with radiance.
"Let's go to the planet to visit Judge Thaddeus first. Maybe we can learn more details about the Soul Drinkers from him. Your Majesty, I really want to take a vacation."
