++ Thoughts of the day: The mutilation of the body is better than the depravity of the mind++

Inquisitor Ai. Progaste's attachés were interesting, not a large contingent of at least forty or fifty men, as in the case of ordinary inquisitors, but only a mere six.

Six people of different shapes.

She was followed by a petite female soldier carrying a heavily modified laser sniper rifle. The costume appears to have been a Scout of some planetary defense force, but with the inquisition's insignia of the Inquisition Attaché on his chest.

Behind her are two tall and burly giants, nearly three meters tall Space Marines, Superhuman Warriors who have been transformed by nineteen genetic surgeries. One is a member of the "Space Wolf", one of the most famous Star Marines, and the other is carrying a jetpack and looking at the black paint on the power armor, which should be a member of another famous warband, the Raven Guard.

Next up is a mechanical priest. The three-meter-tall priest was wrapped in a red robe, revealing only his head, his mechanical eyes carved into ruby lenses shrinking, his mouth replaced by a megaphone, and the back of his head was filled with old pipes of uneven thickness. These admirers of art, who have transformed the vast majority of their bodies into machines, are ugly in appearance, but they are the masters of the scientific knowledge of the Human Empire.

The last two people to appear in the last look much more normal. An Imperial commissar wearing his trademark large-brimmed hat wears a voluminous leather officer's coat over his close-fitting power armor with a scarlet lining that reminds everyone that this is an Overseer on the battlefield. Overseers who have the right to execute any deserter or the unwilled. The slender young man had a blaster pistol and an ornate power sword that didn't match his identity. His long black hair hung down softly from his military cap, and his somewhat pale face seemed to have experienced a long underground life.

The other is a middle-aged officer of the Storm Army. He looked a little short, but he was extremely capable in his movements, wearing a beret and a cigarette in his mouth, and he looked like the most courageous person in the room.

In terms of complexity, the origins of the Judges' Attachés are varied. There are elite talents in all fields of the empire, and if you look at the resume, they are indeed prominent. Although he has not been a judge for a long time, Ai. Progaste and her legendary team members are already well-known in the ears of the big names in this star field.

Aurelius' welcome banquet was lavish and the walls were adorned with portraits of the governors of the planets, no doubt the patriarchs of the Aurelius family. The most important position is the current Governor of the planet, Mark. Giant oil painting by Aurelius.

The Governor of the Planet himself—not as wise and powerful as the painting—appears to be nothing more than an old man in luxurious costume. The excess fat made him look like a baggy meat bag sitting in a comfortable chair resplendent with gold.

As the Inquisitor approached him, the Governor's face subconsciously shrank. The other party looked like the legendary Tyranid gene stealer, and even the unmistakable Inquisition badge on her body didn't completely dispel his doubts.

“…… Please understand that I am unable to walk upright due to my physical condition. Aurelius' lips quirmed, and his voice came from a megaphone attached to his throat, "One hundred and fifty years ago, I volunteered to join the Imperial Defense Force as a member of my family. Fight the Zerg on another planet until your feet are cut off by a Licat......"

The maglev turned slightly, and it was empty under the Governor's knee.

The crowd turned their gaze to the Inquisitor, who shook his hand with the Governor's gaze. Then he calmly sat down at the table.

"This time, our mission is to find a ...... Unlawful psykers. They have special abilities that are important to the Empire, so we try to negotiate with them by peaceful means as much as possible. We ask for your support as much as possible. ”

The Inquisitor put his hands in front of him. He wears a sapphire ring on the middle finger of his left hand. Several attachés also took their seats one by one, considering the weight of the Space Marine with power armor of more than a ton. The seats and dining table are also custom-made.

On the table are delicate flowers, fruits, and snacks, which the decaying planet of Transylvania does not produce. Ordinary nobles can only buy these luxuries through interstellar transportation. These fruits come only from the top of the nest, in the private garden of the Doge.

The snipers of the guards never stopped stuffing fruit into their mouths, and the others were mostly relatively small. The long-haired black-haired commissar slowly peeled the fruit with a silver dinner knife, while the two Space Marines methodically stuffed the fruit whole into their mouths and swallowed it after a few random bits.

As the conversation progressed, the messenger began to serve the dishes one by one. Inquisitor Progaste began to greedily slice meat into his plate, consuming as much protein as a real Zerg. The group of seven people all began to gobble, and the butler who was standing couldn't help but show a look of disdain, but it was only because of the power they had that it was not obvious.

"Then, I will issue a decree to conduct a census with the cooperation of the Ministry of Justice. In the process, it may be possible to discover the ...... of those people Trail. And my personal spies, the scum who live in the lower nests. It's also time for these untouchables to give their best of the best. The Governor of the Planet said slowly.

"Thank you for your assistance. However, according to our judgment, it will take at least several years for the Ministry of Justice to conduct a census, and we need to act more quickly. Preferably, results can be achieved within a week. As the Inquisitor ate, the bone blade on his back couldn't help but stretch out, revealing a blade that was strong enough to cut through the frontal armor of the Riemanlus heavy tank, and the butler couldn't help but take a step back.

At this moment, an attendant hurriedly walked in and whispered a few words in the butler's ear. The butler's facial muscles, who had heard the whole conversation, twitched slightly, and he bent down again and whispered a few words in the Planet Governor's ear.

“…… There is good news. Your Excellency the Inquisitor. Aurelius said with some difficulty, "The person you are looking for." I'm afraid I've already found myself at the door. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue portal slowly unfolded at the end of the hall. In this moment. Almost half a second, everyone in attendance drew their weapons and aimed them at the portal. Even the decaying Planet Governor pulled a poison needle pistol from the pouch with remarkable speed, a weapon known for its lightness and lethality, and the acid in the bullet can instantly decay flesh. Under the Doge's gloves, a hint of metallic hue was revealed.

The first to emerge from the portal was a tall man, who was slashing bullets from his arm. The Adamantite Warhead and the decayed deuterium bullet core clanged down on the marble floor, and he glanced at the situation at the banquet and found that more than a dozen guns were aimed at him, and he couldn't help but laugh loudly:

"It's just in time for dinner, it's such a coincidence."

"Uninvited villains. It may not be able to be served. ”

The cloak woman holding a staff stepped in.

"Password." The inquisitor kept sniffing his nose, as if sniffing the man, and the bony claws on his shoulder blades were stretched to the limit.

"Star Swirl the Sage." Su Jing also looked at the other party thoughtfully.

“…… Otherworldly traveler, welcome to the universe of the God-Emperor. The Inquisitor slowly lowered the Hell pistol in his hand, "The welcome feast is about to begin. Add a few chairs. ”

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After the banquet, the Governor of the Planet arranged a recreation room. The two teams sat face to face in a luxurious room with a slightly awkward atmosphere, silent to each other.

"In the name of the God Emperor, I am under command...... No, you'd better start first. The Inquisitor sat in a chair. Trimming his nails.

Su Jing and Lu Mengyao glanced at each other, and the magician spoke:

"Technique. We are seekers of techniques, and we need all the techniques we can get. Science, Psionic Abilities, Genetic ...... Not limited to humans, regardless of race. We need technique. ”

"What can you give?" The commissar with the notebook put his military cap in his hand and took notes while observing the four people opposite, "In exchange." ”

"Force." Su Jing said.

"Powerful force." Magicians said.

"Technique." Said the Mechanical.

"Sincerity." Sadako Yamamura said.

"Good." The Inquisitor gave a nonchalant smile. "We are on a collaborative path. So, let's talk about payment methods. ”

The commissar flipped through a few pages of notes. Opening:

"I did a little research on the road, based on the available historical record. You otherworldly travelers are all seeking to be strong. Perhaps we should create a plan for each of you to bring out the best in each other. ”

The political commissar's voice was soft and fast, with a slight pause in the middle, "Then, please give us the initiative." We try to provide you with what you need...... Information. ”

"Uh, I'd like to learn your technical knowledge." The brown-haired girl kept staring at the red-robed mechanical priest opposite, "In exchange for the science and technology I have mastered here." ”

"Good." The Inquisitor snapped his fingers, "Arrange a flight to the headquarters of the Cult of the Mechanica on Mars immediately." I wish you a smooth journey. ”

"Witchcraft. Psionic energy. The magician folded his hands and said, "Systematic psionic training knowledge." and the study of different dimensions. The knowledge of demons. ”

"Tsk......" the Inquisitor's pretty eyes narrowed subtly, "For obvious reasons, psionic and otherdimensional knowledge is forbidden knowledge in the Empire. And we don't have a systematic psionic training system...... So, I'm afraid we're ......"

"A thousand sores." The commissar coughed lightly.

“…… Yes? The Inquisitor looked a little sluggish for a moment.

“…… Son of a Thousand Sores. Space marines who have fallen into chaos. The commissar got up from his chair and began pacing back and forth somewhat nervously around the room, "The Empire used to have knowledge of psionic and witchcraft, but now it's been erased. We can provide you with clues to either take over the mysteries of psionic energy from the rebellious sons of a thousand scars, or to explore the study of the spirits. Given the likelihood of success, I would suggest that the former option would be more beneficial to both of us. ”

"Uh...... Yes. Progaste's back paw opened and closed a few times in a daze.

"Deal." Lu Mengyao stretched out her hand and shook hands with the judge.

"So...... What do you want? ”

Su Jing was left behind, and the inquisitor looked at him, "I probably know what you're looking for, but the choice left to you may be the most difficult." ”

"Tyranid, of course, Tyranid." Su Jing laughed happily, "I need living Zerg as a study - in exchange, I'm very good at dealing with bugs." Just throw me on any bug-infested planet, and let me see if I can kill the Zerg on one planet by myself......"

"Welcome to the fight against the Great Devourer. I think we'll have a common language. The Inquisitor grinned, revealing sharp teeth. The blade behind her back opened and closed twice quickly, as if rejoicing in the meat she was about to taste. (To be continued......)

PS: There should be a lot of background text (of the money scammer) in the next chapter...... For readers who don't understand the setting, please don't be impatient...... Or you can Baidu it......