Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 75 The Prisoner
Walking into the door of the control room, the first thing that catches the eye is the column computer located in the center of the hall.

There are several semi-closed cockpits lined up in front of the computer, and the one in the center sits a very familiar existence to Bernardita.

His aura is infinitely close to nothingness, there is not even the slightest wave of soul around his body, there seems to be nothing under the old black robe, only illusory mist slowly flowing in his hood.

That's the star bomber.

Next to the star bomber, sat a well-dressed young man. His appearance was so beautiful that Bernardita, who was a woman, felt a little guilty. His short gray hair was well-groomed, and his every move gave off a calm and elegant feeling. One could tell at a glance that this man came from a well-educated noble family.

However, such a person is only sitting on the side seat, and a little respect can be seen from the expression of the person sitting in the main seat.

As Bernardita learned, Falla's planetary governor, Russell, is indeed a follower of the star bombers.

"I am honored to have your appointment, Madam Judge, please take a seat."

Russell stood up and greeted Bernardita politely, and took her to another seat beside him—Russell was sitting between the star bomber and Bernardita.

This kind of seating arrangement can save Bernardita from directly contacting the star bomber, so she doesn't feel disgusted.

When she was seated, Bernardita lowered her shoulders subconsciously, not to make herself appear to be too taller than Russell and Starstruck, as that would seem like a distraction.

Such details can always reduce some people's bad feelings towards her.

Governor Falla’s way of hospitality is naturally not as arrogant as the oil guy’s. As soon as they are seated, a bionic machine servant puts the pre-prepared dessert and tea in front of the two of them—only two servings, because Gray Wind doesn’t drink tea and doesn’t like sugar. For the nano-robot cluster, the level of “taste” may be more interesting than the taste.

"I'm no longer a judge, you don't have to call me that..." Bernatita showed appropriate restraint, and then said with a wry smile: "Also, I'm sorry, for some reason, I can't enjoy your hospitality. I'm really sorry, please forgive me."

Russell didn't say much, and didn't ask why. He just asked the machine servant to take both refreshments.

Bernatita was relieved by his understanding.

But that's not the case with Starbombers.

"As far as I know, you used to like to eat a lot of sweets in your spare time to vent the mental pressure accumulated at work." The voice of the star bomber came faintly from his seemingly empty black robe:
"Now you don't dare to enjoy it like this, and you have to reject your favorite taste... To be precise, since you got that magic book, you haven't dared to let yourself have any relaxation and enjoyment, right?"

The polite smile on Bernardita's face froze.

With all personnel in place, the two battlecruisers docked in Falla's orbit started their engines and headed for the Emperor's Icon at the edge of the stellar gravity well.

The beautiful starry sky passed over the side of the ship, making her look even more embarrassed.

"Exactly, as you said..." Bernardita lowered her head.

The magic book in the mouth of the star bomber was snatched from the followers of Slaanesh during an operation to suppress heresy.

This "Book of Pleasure" praises indulgence and pleasure. Ordinary people will be aroused by the power of the Prince of Pleasure to arouse the evil desire hidden in the deepest heart even if they just glance at the cover.

However, the forbidden spells recorded in this joyful magic book have helped Bernatita survive the desperate situation several times, and also made her more comfortable in the battle against heresy and chaos.

It also made her have to endure the temptation of pleasure all the time.

The power of chaos is never tame, it's just a book of joy, and as far as Russell knows, this devil's magic weapon is not the only one on her.

Russell tilted his head slightly, looking at Bernardita's neck.

Her skin was moist, her hair was sticky, and her cheeks were slightly flushed from the heat rising from the power armor, as if she had just taken a bath.

"Don't be too greedy for the power of chaos, or you will get lost one day. The temptation of the gods has never been resisted by the will of a mortal."

The star bomber said softly: "Too radical thoughts will only lead you to the point of no return—you know, the most popular faction in the Judgment Hall is always the Purity faction, I hope you can also keep your heart pure."

Bernatita naturally knew what the star bomber said, and also understood that the advice given by the other party was correct, but she did not waver.

"Every Inquisitor starts out as a Cathar."

She said: "But as time goes by, every Inquisitor will slowly discover a fact in his career: it is simply impossible to protect humanity and protect the empire in this dangerous universe with only conventional means."

Alien judges are keen on alien technology, and heretic judges often need to master evil and witchcraft. These are all things that can't be helped.

The older the judge, the more radical they will try to use various unconventional methods to save the empire, and they will get deeper and deeper on the radical road until they go astray and cannot turn back.In the end, he was sanctioned by the uncorrupted Purity Judge...

This has been the case for thousands of years since the Inquisition was founded until now.

Bernatita took a deep breath and calmed down: "This is the judge's fate."

"But you are no longer a judge." There was a slight smile in the voice of the star bomber: "At least your colleagues will no longer recognize your rose knot."

Suddenly, Bernatita's body tensed up.

It was difficult for any high-ranking judge to suppress his anger after being poked into the sore spot with such a mocking tone.The emotional intelligence of the bomber is so low, like a chaotic god, without the slightest respect for the personality of others.

But after only a few seconds, she forced herself to relax again, without showing the slightest anger.

"In normal times, I would appreciate your self-control. It is quite rare to be able to restrain your anger."

The star bomber's voice sank: "But for you now, I only feel pity. Pity the beast trapped in the cage I made."

Russell sat between the two of them without saying a word.

Bernardita lowered her head and said nothing more.

Although the emotional intelligence of the bomber is low, there is nothing wrong with it.

Being humiliated in this way is not angry, not because of how good her personal cultivation is, but simply because Bernardita dare not let herself have any meaningless excess anger.

She took the emotion of anger away from herself like giving up her favorite sweet.

Merchant ships and fleets coming and going can already be seen on the display, and the icon of "Guiding the Way" is approaching.The emperor, dressed as a scholar, walked barefoot in the starry sky, the lantern in his hand emitting a green light.

That is the L-gate.

(End of this chapter)