The Zansi faction in the Inquisition are mostly from the Demon Inquisition, and these people who have had too much contact with Chaos understand the power of Chaos better, and their members are constantly drawn by the compulsive drive that comes from within, and are forced to grasp the dark forces that enslave and threaten humanity in the subspace.

And at some point, this compulsion turns into initiative, and they become obsessed with chaotic knowledge, begin to try to dominate the power of chaos, and begin to try to expand their knowledge and power in a never-ending quest.

This is not difficult for the Inquisitors of the Demon Inquisition, as their excessive contact with the forces of Chaos has given them many such opportunities, and they will often hunt down and destroy the Chaos Cult and take their dark secrets for themselves.

The activities of being a demon court often put those Inquisitors at the forefront of the war against very powerful and ruthless enemies, including the Chaos cultists, demons, and those corrupted by the tainted of subspace.

But while it gives them a chance, it's also dangerous. Even an experienced inquisitor can overturn at the hands of the most inconspicuous cultist.

No one can make a big difference without allies.

That's why the Inquisitors of the Demon Inquisition like to build chain circles and groups of trusted agents and agents to face the onslaught of chaos and the looming threats.

In this way, I can focus my energy on those more important things, instead of being tied by the peripheral members of some inconsequential Chaos Sect and the conspiracies of various allies.

As servants and subordinates of the Inquisitors of the Order of the Holy Hammer, they should not only perform some ordinary auxiliary tasks, but also have the ability to be self-reliant and skilled in martial arts.

Even the most bookish scholar will be asked to know how to defend himself and be on the front lines to fight the enemy in person if needed.

So while the Inquisitors of the Zansi silently hoarded forbidden knowledge, they chose the most trusted servants and then passed on the tip of the iceberg of the dark knowledge they had gathered to strengthen their self-defense.

This makes it possible for them to possess esoteric knowledge of chaos and demonic knowledge that is often forbidden. These Zansi followers use subspace creations and even demonic weapons more than their counterparts in the Inquisition.

A handful of the chosen Inquisitor Acolytes may have even become trainee wizards, like their masters, and began to learn various sorcery that used the energy of the subspace.

Like the cultists, when an Inquisitor embraces the ideas of the Zansi, he will gradually spread Chaos to those around him, teaching them the power of Chaos.

Aside from the fact that one worships the Chaos Cult Evil God and the other is loyal to the Empire and believes in the Emperor, there doesn't seem to be much difference between the two.

But it is enough to have this essential difference, their loyalty, devotion and will are strong fortresses, and as long as their loyalty is not shaken, no one else will easily judge a Zanzi inquisitor.

However, the only one who knows himself best is always himself.

The Inquisitors knew that when the Zansi Inquisitors or Acolytes encountered an evil force, they were not willing to merely purge it of its existence, but to learn from it and take all that was available to them.

The nature, power, and weapons of the Chaos cult and the subspace invaders are to be studied by the Zansi with a view to investing this knowledge into the development of the faction itself when possible, and destroying hard-won material only when absolutely necessary.

They carry out a rebellious act of plunging headlong into the darkest depths of heresy.

They are already walking on a path that leads to darkness.

They are not crazy, they are not stupid, they have a clear understanding of their actions.

As a result, the Zansi often knew better than most of their colleagues when their people would fall, and would end up with the most straightforward means.

If an Inquisitor goes astray, whether intentionally or unintentionally, if he himself does not choose to be "loyal", other Inquisitors will help him to be "loyal."

And the trust that a Zansi inquisitor gave to his acolytes came at a cost.

While many Inquisitors will form close bonds with their subordinates, and even become close friends, they will never be soft on them if they fall.

Playing with fire and self-immolation may describe the fate of these radical judges, but the "fire" is there, and if you don't go, it will burn and set you on fire.

A fact that all people, including the Inquisitors, know is that the Inquisitors are prone to depravity.

The judges have long been aware of this problem and are trying to self-monitor...... Of course, I also try to supervise others.

Once a judge is able to recognize his or her misalignment through self-examination and that he has gone off the rails and that there is no way back, he or she will go to the trial court to confess and be tried.

The results of this can be varied. But more often than not, it ends with an excommunication and then death.

Excommunication of individuals or groups amounts to the highest form of condemnation for committing extreme heretical crimes against the Emperor, including mutation, apostasy, blasphemy, leading chaos and corruption, and rebellion.

If the excommunicated confessed to their crimes against the Emperor and voluntarily repented, they would be given a clean death.

They will be formally expelled from the Empire in the form of execution, never to be illuminated again by the light of the Emperor's mercy, and there is nothing more tragic than this for those who serve the Empire.

Along with the physical destruction, the excommunication target will also be punished with a "amnesiac curse", and all of the defendant's historical records will be erased from the Imperial Archives.

This is the most severe punishment.

But self-supervision has proven to be of little use, and it is the supervision of others that is really useful.

Paranoid judges, chaotic judges, corrupt judges, none of them seem to be able to turn themselves in, and even those who are still loyal themselves will probably not choose to be killed.

Even if they are excommunicated, some truly radical inquisitors will have their own contingency plans. Like various secret accounts used to transfer property, designed to defend their own plans that they have paid a lot for, and wait for the continued enemy to bring disaster.

If the excommunicated judge or organization is powerful or influential within the court, they may even resist while raising objections and objections.

Therefore, unless they reach the end of their rope, or in some special circumstances, the judges who have hardly been excommunicated will agree to judge them, and they will not be obediently arrested.

But for O'Neil at this time, now is the end of the road.

He had realized what a mistake he had made, and there was no way he could escape punishment.

At this time, he had no intention of escaping punishment.

Before he made his decision, he knew that there were many imperceptible risks hidden in his actions, but he arrogantly believed that he could control everything and play with the power of chaos in the palm of his hand.

He was guilty.

Onell knelt on the ground, and with a begging look in his eyes, he looked at the living saint not far away.

He didn't expect the living saint to let him go, but hoped that there would be a woman who could give him a crisp death.

If O'Neil falls into the hands of other judges, what awaits him is definitely an "excommunication" trial, which is an unacceptable punishment for the loyal O'Neil than death.

Death is sometimes not the end, but liberation.

O'Neil hoped that the living saint would be able to bestow on himself the mercy of the emperor - death.

Debra seemed to sense Oone's thoughts in his eyes, and walked to Oone's side as everyone in the room watched silently.

She picked up Ooneel's longsword that had been discarded on the ground and looked at Oonell with a face full of sadness and regret.

"As a loyal Inquisitor, you deserve a better ending."

The living saint's tone was so soft, like a spring wind blowing through Onell's heart. But the more this happened, the more painful O'Neel's heart became.

He knew that the emperor had given him many opportunities, but he had not grasped them.

If he had been able to obey the judgment as he had done when the living saint appeared, he might have even been spared death.

As a master of chaos and demonology, he may even take up a position in the research room or library in the later days to make up for the mistakes he has made.

But he was blinded by chaos and launched an attack on the living saint. What's the difference between this and Horus the Great Rebel?

Death is the emperor's greatest mercy to him.

Debra clenched the sword in her hand, and her tone became more majestic than Ornell had expected.

"Your fanaticism has blinded you and made you unwittingly an accomplice to your enemies. Right next to the Emperor's holy warriors, you fanned them to kill each other! ”

"Onell, in the name of the Emperor, I declare that you are removed from the position of Inquisitor!"

O'Neil, who heard the words of the living saint, trembled, and he let go of his clenched hands and placed his most cherished things on the ground.

It was a judge's insignia. Inquisitor insignia representing faith, duty, sacrifice.

The living saint raised the sword in his hand and said sharply, "You have become a tool of the enemy, but in the name of the emperor you have come to justify your evil deeds. You've become the person you ever hated the most! ”

"Onell, only death can free you from the darkness!"

It was at this moment that O'Neil remembered many things. During his training at the Inquisition, he was on a mission as an Inquisitor for the first time, and he faced demons and Chaos cultists and won victory after victory......

"Huh!"

O'Neel's body slammed to the ground, but he didn't feel any pain. His last gaze rested on his Inquisitor insignia, and the world faded into darkness.

"Praise... Emperor—" he muttered. Subsequently, it all ended.

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A field of flux.

The sky overhead was a chaotic one, with layers of color, dazzling lights and rapidly moving clouds.

In the midst of the storm, a huge hideous face could be faintly seen, with a disgusting and distorted face, a bird-like face that let out a silent scream.

Several beautiful but terrifying faces stared downward, and in an instant, they split into countless tiny shards of light, like wriggling maggots.

The wind blowing in the face was hot and cold, and the smell was as pungent as sulfur and camphor.

Sometimes it smells like freshly baked bread, sometimes it's disgusting like a rotting corpse, sometimes it's warm like a spring breeze, sometimes it's cold like ancient ice, mixed with the smell of burnt parchment and vomit.

Everything is constantly changing, and the madness that lurks outside the curtain of the universe is revealed.

This churning endless ocean is a real reality for this place, not a place where the dull bodies of human beings walk and fight made of matter, but an endless hell in the subspace.

Through a kaleidoscopic picture of chaos, O'Neill understood it all in an instant. This is inseparable from his vast knowledge of subspace.

The scene in front of him was still changing violently, flickering light and dark, flickering far and near, but O'Nell didn't care.

For the emperor's light then bloomed before his eyes, and he smiled.

Even if the scene in front of him completely disappeared, the imperial light that permeated the subspace was enough for him to see the path clearly. Even if all the light is obscured, his burning faith will guide him in his direction.

"I beseech you, Emperor, that this death is sufficient to pay for my sins, and that I may be redeemed and forgiven. If I still have a seat with you, will I be on the throne? ”

There was no answer.

But O'Neil closed his eyes, felt the emperor's light, and then took his own steps.

Time does not exist in subspace. In the blink of an eye, Aunet has been shuttling through this world of ideas for more than a long time.

Time flickered, and the scene in front of him rippled into a different scene, Oonell walking on the wasteland of the battlefield, already covered with the traces of battle.

The demon died from his blades and explosive bombs, but he was exhausted, soaked in sweat from days of fighting, his armor was broken, and his weapons were dulled. The wounds and bruises left by the battle with the evil enemies in this realm haunted him all the time.

The road ahead must have been difficult and ominous, but O'Neil never gave up.

His gaze was as resolute as ever, and his steps were as firm as ever.

Finally, after some time, O'Neil looked at the cold sun in the distance, and once again felt the warmth of a candle fire beating on his skin again.

But this time, the candlelight slowly turned into a flame, and the majestic light that belonged only to the Lord of Mankind shone before his eyes, and the figure sitting upright on the throne seemed to appear before the eyes of Onell.

"Finally ......"

O'Nell stepped into his own footsteps and approached the throne.

But the curtain spread out in front of him, and O'Neil stepped into it.

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Consciousness, rough and violently, poured into Oonel's body.

He opened his eyes, and a judge's badge came into view.