The empire was torn in two, at least at this moment in Pangia, the conflict between the Inquisition and the Imperial Guard sharply turned this place into a painful distribution center, Lohnd, that is, the former world of the nest, now the world of death.

The place that was tainted by the disease and filth of the heretical traitors, the area where the heroes who once destroyed the eagle shed their blood and lost their limbs, and where the bones of countless heroes of the Imperial Guard were buried, and the first Imperial world to be liberated, is now reigniting with war.

Ironically, when it was once besieged by heretics, there were not so many supplies flowing into this world, but due to the conflict between the Inquisition and the Imperial Guard, a lot of resources that could still be mobilized within Pangia are flowing into this world.

In the eyes of the recast statue of the Emperor and the frescoes of the Destroyer Eagle in the Anglican Church, the struggle within the human race continues to rage, from the initial warning to the local Imperial Guard's four-hour battle to take control and get the ship away, and the suffering world is once again in ruin.

Half of the living force that could be used to fight was killed in the war, and many prisoners of war were treated as lackeys of the Inquisition, imprisoned or tried, and this plague-ridden world became even worse at this moment.

As the news began to spread across the Empire, the conflict between the Imperial Guard and the Inquisition was the same as when Engilli's master, Bandertar, made his decision known, only this time more covertly tearing the war-shrouded sector in half.

It's just that now should be the time when the power must not be dispersed, the time when it must not be torn apart, whether it is the Imperial Guard or the Inquisition, it must endure, but it backfires, and in the fear of coexistence with heresy and the anger of betrayal, the two most unacceptable things of the Imperial people have appeared at this moment.

The Imperial Guard's judgment on how to deal with the upper nest became something unacceptable to the Inquisition, that is, to treat the current evil psionic events as a natural situation, and secondly, the Inquisition's investigation, testing, arrangement, and psychological counseling or memory sealing for the officers within the Imperial Guard during this time also cost them a lot of manpower and material resources, but the choice of Commander-in-Chief Alan Baier became the final straw that crushed their decision.

That is, they believe that such an attitude will cause greater losses than the so-called Blackheart King, and the Imperial Guard believes that the Inquisition, as their comrade-in-arms, has actually betrayed.

The end of the first conflict also ended with the complete victory of the true masters of the Pangia Sector, and the essence of it was the weak control of the Inquisition here and the courage of the Imperial Guard.

However, the Inquisition did not relent, they hired a group of astral pirates, and they could use black and white, chaotic means, whether it was a rose knot buried in a seemingly ordinary transaction or an acolyte pretending to be an ordinary person.

Alan Baier had thought that without Roand, the heavy transport would be able to rest easy, but the reality was that the Inquisition's repeated harassment was enough to delay the arrival of the transport to a terrible degree, and in the ever-changing universe, he couldn't even tell if it was a measure of the Inquisition or an accident.

Just half a month after leaving Roand, there was a massive food poisoning on the transport, an accidental fuel leak, the flame-out of the frigate, three pirate attacks, including even a warship-class Imperial standard cruiser, and an unidentified rebellion in the Void Fortress.

The Imperial Guard, on the other hand, had to defend itself against the water, and slowly advanced by increasing transportation resources and sending soldiers to suppress the enemy or the Gardo frigates, showing great patience in the face of the various methods of the Inquisition, which was also countered in dealing with those matters.

To be precise, when their hands and feet moved in this sector that had been helped by the Imperial Guard, and those who were discovered by Alan Baier's charisma or moral in their hearts, they not only did not succeed, but they were exposed as a result, allowing the Empire to dissolve them several times.

Although the trip was delayed, the arrival of these two volcanoes was not difficult, but the installation time and test firing could not be done the best, and behind this matter was the size gap between the Imperial Guard and the Inquisition in this sector.

And as this twisted whirlpool of action continued to swallow the energy and supplies of both parties, the Inquisition, which was weaker and not a sturdy piece of twine, sent someone to knock on Alan Bair's office.

One morning, Miss Nova came to visit with her servants, this time with a very stern and more formal attitude, and the servo skull and the clerk who kept a record of the situation here, the members of the legal department who ensured order here, and the attitude of Miss Nova allowed Alan Bair to receive her.

The haughty mortal, like the wolf lord who had refused to punish his brother in the Inquisition, was surprisingly consistent with Griffin's attitude towards the Grey Knight and the Inquisition, Alan Bair spoke.

"If you don't talk about peace, it's pointless, either the Inquisition leaves my sector, or you sign an agreement to bind your boundless rights in this sector, you know, this is not Terra, and I am the new order." He took out a piece of brown paper that he had been preparing for a long time, expressing his impatience with the court.

Nova spoke, and the beautiful lady's voice was still the same as that of the silver bell, but Alan Baier was not interested in listening, she could see it, but she continued. "There have been different opinions within the Inquisition, and I know you have different opinions on those matters, but during this time I have been collecting evidence that the mutations of the nest are not cursed and psionic threats."

"It has been decided within the Trial Chamber to ...... by other means"

Alan Baier interrupted her abruptly. "It's not because of this inconsequential issue, even if I really do it wrong, I will pay for it, one person does one thing and one person does it, this is a saying in my hometown, and you ......" He replied impatiently.

"You come uninvited, you don't tell yourself, you seize vital strategic materials, this time it's a volcano, next time it's a group of battleships, next time it's a group of battleships, next time it's to bury everything I have won when the enemy invades, you should know, Judge Nova, you have fought alongside us, you know what a simple military and civilian the Imperial Guard is, and you ......" he said, only to see the haughty Inquisitor come out weeping with his head bowed like a sick canary.

She whispered, but Alan Bair's superhuman prowess made him audible. "I, I'm just the heir of a nobleman, I'm just a puppet who was pushed in, and I took the mess that the Grand Inquisitor lost......"

He wasn't sure if it was acting, but his heart wrinkled a little, and he changed his words because of it. "Okay, what does the Inquisition say to me?"

Nova wiped the corners of her eyes, and the gloom dissipated instantly, she knew that this person who had kindness in her heart and had a good impression of her would eat this, and she was also good at using her gender socially.

"The trial court decided to decide the matter in a way that no longer touched on the essence of the matter."

"What do you mean?" Alan Bair was a little confused, he had always felt that things should be done on their own merits, not on the run-away.

Nova replied. "In this matter, the Inquisition has indeed lost its trust and attitude, but the Imperial Guard is also barbaric, and the Inquisition thought that handing over the security of the Empire to those who do not know the taboo is equivalent to handing it over to the heretics, and the attack of the Blackheart King has already been successful."

"But in the follow-up investigation, of course, more aware of the dominance of the Imperial Guard here, the Inquisition is ready to end the current conflict in a more interesting way."

Alan Baier asked incomprehensibly. "What's that?"

"Proxy wars." Nova spat out a cold, unfamiliar word.

"Proxy war?" Alan Baier asked uncertainly.

"That's right." Nova nodded. "There are countless gangs at the bottom of the nest, and the Inquisition has found two gangs with intensified contradictions during this time, and arranged for someone to carry out a murder, and now they are ready to go to war immediately, and the point is that their combat effectiveness is almost the same, and the place of the war is also in the neutral area of the lower nest."

"And we will each choose a gang to be our agent, and the gang that wins in this war will win for their master."

Alan Bair shook his head, he felt that the bastard was extremely ridiculous, and he was careless about human life, and then asked. "It's all prepared by you, it's not the Inquisition's advantage."

Nova saw his displeasure and replied. "The two teams can choose one of the two Imperial Guards, anyway, there will definitely be a gap between defeat and victory among them, and the final winner will definitely be decided."

"This is barely considered fair, but what does this have to do with the so-called, ours, contradictions." Alan Bair, as a man with a good heart, found it funny, but more absurd, he knew that such a war was experienced every day in the nest, and it would be ridiculous to decide things with such a fighting cricket like an ant fighting, not to mention that they were all living human beings.

Nova shook her head. "This can represent a lot, such as your judgment, your investigative ability, your vision, and behind this matter also represents the will of the emperor, if you are really the one he chooses, then it is easy to judge the direction of this war."

"If you can judge this, then the victory of the Imperial Guard is also a certainty, and if you can't even do this, it means that your good luck has run out during this time."

"So the Inquisition intends to judge your ability by this matter, if you succeed, we will retreat, so that you will never touch too many sovereignty issues in the Pangia Sector while you live, and if you fail, the Inquisition will hinder you until this sector evaporates."

Alan Bair yelled. "You lunatics! What does this have to do with the so-called Mandate of Heaven and Will? I've won so many victories, and you're just looking at how I can take human life?"

He felt that it was nonsensical, his army could have pushed the pressure of the Inquisition to bring the volcano cannon, and he had no reason to agree to such a ridiculous thing, because he was the Sun Lord of the Empire and the sole master of Skadi.

But at this moment, Nova changed her attitude and asked the clerk to stop recording, turn off the recorder of the flickering skull, and say in a personal manner.

"Lord, Alan Bair, my friend, listen to me, there are countless terrible means behind the Inquisition, it's just the difference in the time it takes to get here from the Sun Star Field, you are very smart, you should understand that if a transformer assassin shoots at you while fighting the King of Blackhearts, if your officers suddenly betray, if a few black ships, the battleships of the Inquisition will attack your army ...... suicide attack"

"If your food is poisonous, if your clothes are full of harmful insects, if psychics take your soul through the air, even if the emperor blesses you, even if you are different from ordinary people, even if you are extremely brave, you will be tortured by those means to live rather than die."

"The court did not stand by virtue of those monstrous powers, but by a viciousness and malice that normal people could not imagine." Nova swallowed, and Alan Bair just smiled.

"I know, of course I do, but if I don't stand up, what can I do? Do you want me to give up the millions of brothers and sisters here, the fortress and this star sector that I have worked so hard to take, and the chance to fight my old enemy, the Blackheart King, the traitor Huron, just because of those little tricks in the haze? He shook his head.

"I used to be unable to understand the great Sun Lord who went on an expedition to the edge of the galaxy and died in failure, but now I understand that death is not terrible, and the terrible thing is always to die too late or too early, and people should die at the right time, and this time is the moment when my personal value can be burned to the limit."

"Therefore, there will be no retreat, no one who can come this far will retreat, even if the Empire and the Supreme Heaven are blocked in front of me at the same time, I will not retreat."

Miss Nova blushed inexplicably for a moment, then sat back in her place, turned on the recorder and asked the clerk to continue, and spoke in the same tone as before. "Do you approve of this war, I hope I have just persuaded you."

Alan Baier still had no intention of retreating at the moment, but he also understood that sometimes it was not the best choice to go forward, he picked up the coffee on his table, smelled the pungent and violent breath, he changed a lot, the recruit who used to drink Tanner tea would be stimulated to vomit, and now he would not be uncomfortable in the face of the high-strength Reka coffee that was not too bad.

He's been through so much, does he really care about the lives of the insects in the nest? He wasn't sure, but he knew he cared more about his brothers......

He spoke. "I agree, give me the list of those gangs."

Nova laughed unexpectedly, gentle, kind, beautiful, her blue eyes seemed to take the soul of a person, and it was clear that she could become an inquisitor only because of her family affairs.

She handed over the vellum paper, which looked like a demonic pact, and Alan Bair heavily stamped it with her own, the fire paint of the Governor of the Skady planet.

(End of chapter)