How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 289 If you can return to the subspace alive, you will win.

"Something must have happened here!" Wilchak's roar echoed between the walls of Vault 44, "And you should have stopped this! Instead of lying here and being 'Something did happen' 'evidence of!"

The melt gun on the mechanical arm behind the acolyte Elud was steadily aimed at Cadmus, who barely adjusted himself to sit against the wall. But even if he didn't, the current Primaris Space Marine would have little ability to threaten Inquisitor Vilchak.

"I will not excuse my failure this time," he said, "but the intruder found a way through the trap in the vault and took the key to the inner door of the psychic prison. Perhaps you should be concerned about this first thing."

Wilchak was so angry that he even raised his eyebrows: "This is really a piece of constructive information. If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have discovered it yet - do you think I would believe your lies? What intruder would be so kind? , actually allowed a guard who had seen him face to face and tried to prevent him from achieving his goal to survive? "

"This is indeed a problem. Maybe she is extraordinarily kind and thinks that I am just doing my duty faithfully, so the crime will not lead to death?" Cadmus sneered. Obviously, he himself did not believe that this paragraph would only exist in the most harmonious relationship between king and minister. Quotes from the knight novel, "Why don't you ask her why she did this? The demon host is not that easy to deal with. Although I don't know why she is looking for 'Mita Ashen', I believe that this time It’s not enough for her to finish everything. If you speculate optimistically, she should still be in the psychic prison.”

"I won't believe a word you say." Wilchak concluded stubbornly, "You will be temporarily detained until I figure out what is going on, and then I decide how to deal with you. "

"That's good, because I also need some time to think." Cadmus' tone was not very friendly, "At least now, both the intruder and you in this matter look very suspicious to me. "

Wilchak narrowed his eyes and looked at Cadmus, who was still unable to move freely, with an assessment attitude.

"I'm suspicious? I trust you so much." She asked this question in a tone that sounded more like a death threat. "What did the damn heretic say to you? That made you think like this?"

In response to this accusation, Wilchak rolled his eyes openly and did not even bother to defend himself. She opened the communication and tried to urge the corresponding team to come and detain the prisoners. Rosalin, who was still on the bridge to command and dispatch, happened to squeeze into the line at this time:
"Sorry, Master, we lost Sibylla Hastings." There was a tremor of fear in her voice, "After he fought his way out of the first line of defense, he seemed to be able to see everything about us. The arrangement and dispatch were the same, not only did it quickly leave the core area of ​​​​the middle deck, but it also disappeared from our auspices."

"How dare you - I have repeatedly verified every word that thing told me from multiple angles! Otherwise, how do you think we arrived in Barr's orbit in time!" Wilchak roared angrily, "It's not your turn to question my work!"

"He left us too little information. I can only make very rough inferences." The voice coming from the communication link still carried a clear panic. "From the data, he is most likely to attack the ship." It went in the stern direction, but we couldn't determine which deck he was targeting."

After all, it is not every day that you see a demon host crying and begging for mercy under the scriptures chanted by the saints of the empire.

"What?" Wilchak first reflexively became angry, and then remembered that this was not completely impossible for a psyker inquisitor of the prophecy school. She took a deep breath, calmed down briefly, and then said, "Well, I've considered the possibility. Rosalind, can you determine the approximate direction he went?"

"Indeed." Cadmus did not deny this. "When you decided to prepare a ceremony to turn Mita Ashen into a cage to bind demons, I was one of the few who agreed. In my opinion , the problem itself is not that you are trying to control a subspace evil thing, but that you are too trusting to it?"

"I suggest that next time you want to do something secretly behind closed doors and don't want anyone to come in and disturb you, don't leave the 'key' in the door."

"But you never told anyone what you came to Baal for." Cadmus pointed out, "I don't think there is any alien threat in the Blood Angels homeworld that could harm the Empire. Allow me Reminder, since you talked with the Eldar alien prophet two years ago, something has become wrong with you. As a member of the Death Watch, we do things according to your orders, but even Eric Windhowl. Realize how much different the work we need to do these days is compared to what we did in the past.”

Although Hastings said this, judging from the empty state of his hands, he obviously did not remove the gem scepter from the "keyhole". After the sensor confirmed that the passerby had completely entered the door, the door closed again according to the programmed setting, and Hastings seemed to have no intention of stopping this process.

"That's enough," Wilchak said viciously.
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When Hastings opened the door to the psychic prison, he was certain he was going to see something beyond his imagination - and indeed he was.

Undoubtedly, Hastings's initial expectations did not include this scene. There is a significant difference in direction between this and his imagination. He should have been very shocked and asked a series of questions, such as "Why are you here?" "What do you want to do by doing this?" "What good things did you do while I wasn't paying attention?" But in the end, even Surprising himself, he just let out a long sigh. It was as if this could spit out the fatigue and powerlessness that suddenly emerged in his heart.

"She didn't say anything." Cadmus replied, "She just took off her disguise in front of me - the Imperial Saint Fujimaru Ritsuka deigned to personally carry out such an infiltration operation. This is really doubtful. Did the owner of this ship touch any red lines that he shouldn’t touch?”

"Have I encountered too many red lines?" Hearing such accusations, Wilchak laughed. "As long as it is to ensure the safety and stability of the empire, any means can be used - I thought we had At least there was consensus on this.”

The moment the door opened, Fujimaru Ritsuka was able to "put on the airs of an imperial saint" and stand ready. But after she saw clearly that the person who came was actually Hastings, she completely broke the skill in a short period of time that was so short that it could be ignored, showing a behavior similar to that of a child who had made a mistake and was caught. panic. Of course, she quickly calmed down and treated this exposed emotional display as an ordinary "being startled by an unexpected situation from the outside world while doing one thing attentively" - unfortunately, this might be hidden from Sa Hal and the demon host could no longer get away with it in front of Hastings.

"Wait a minute, how did you get in?" She seemed to be really shocked in this aspect, "Didn't the door inside automatically close?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his eyebrows, and instead of directly piercing him, asked: "So, what do you want to do here?"

"..." Even after living on the Storm Frontier for about half a year, Hastings still couldn't get used to Fujimaru Ritsuka's logic. "Don't you ask me how I came here alone?"

"Is this important?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked, "Or is it a question suitable to be elaborated on in this situation of 'facing a demon host'?" "No." Hastings shrugged. He walked forward and stood in the same straight line as Fujimaru Ritsuka and Sahar, "Indeed, we should pay more attention to what is about to happen now."

"Because this used to be his 'dormitory'. Of course he knows his way back to his 'home'!" The demon host's hoarse voice echoed mockingly in the cell, "Dear lady, if you ask these questions Me, then you’ve asked the right person! I know all the little secrets he wants to hide—ouch—"

Fujimaru Ritsuka said something in Gothic with a stiff accent. Under the constant noise made by the demon host, the volume of this sentence was almost negligible. If Hastings hadn't been standing less than half a meter next to her, he could hardly tell that it was a line from the state religion. Text - But for the demon host in front of them, these words that were not loud enough obviously caused a lot of damage to it on a supernatural level.

"I didn't ask you to speak." Fujimaru Ritsuka complained in a low voice in disgust, then turned to Hastings, who had a strange expression, and said bluntly, "You came just in time, this devil can't pour out anything useful, so I am Getting ready to try to exorcise the devil. Do you have any questions?"

The reading stand who was left aside suddenly interjected: "I think they two know each other."

"Of course I know. When we entered the door, this demon named him and said he was waiting for him." Fujimaru Ritsuka was very indifferent to this. "A judge of the Holy Hammer Order, if he is not in his profession, If he has provoked one or two old enemies from subspace in his career, it means that his professional level is very poor. On the other hand, this can obviously be regarded as a compliment to Judge Hastings' work ability. "

"——Then I really thank you for your understanding." Hastings felt his blood pressure jumping back and forth at a subtle angle, "I can probably guess which Almighty Demon Lord is locked in this demon host. This It’s a long story, but if you’re looking for a way to expel it from the real universe, I’d support you to do it immediately.”

He didn't mention any nonsense like "you can't believe a word the demon of Tzeentch says". After thoroughly studying the operation records of the Storm Boundary, Hastings knew that if Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't figure this out, she would have died long ago without even a bone left.

"Oh, don't be so heartless, we are old friends, aren't we?" The demon host actually managed to express an enthusiastic tone as if an old friend was reunited, "The last time we met, the scene was so exciting! Your mentor On the sword I gave you—ouch—"

Beneath the demon host's cries of pain, Mita's own cries seemed to be hidden. Sahar was sure that the voice he heard was not an illusion, which made him anxious for a moment, but when he saw Ritsuka Fujimaru pointing at the words on the page with his fingers and chanting sutras meticulously, he was worried about interrupting the meeting. If something worse happened, he would have to endure the urge that was already on his lips.

"If I wanted to know this story, I would ask Judge Hastings directly." After another verse, Fujimaru Ritsuka said to the devil in the cage with a little disgust, "There is no need for you to stir up trouble here. "

"The story is very long." Hastings also showed an indifferent attitude, "If you really want to hear it, I suggest you find an afternoon tea time to tell it slowly."

"You need a perspective other than being held hostage by the Triple Cursed! Ma'am!" The demon host shouted without giving up, and tried to sow discord from a different angle, "Only in this way can you see the full picture of a matter! You won't make the wrong decision because of partial listening! You are the darling of fate, the leader at the forefront of the tide of the times! You deserve the favor of Saint Tzeentch—"

He could not continue speaking because a large, slender dagger had already pierced his throat, nailing his body to the rack behind his back, and his vocal cords refused to continue vibrating for him - that was a suitable weapon. Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was equipped with the black key of the Empire's national religion foundation and threw it out, laughed twice after calming down:
"The story is very long." She borrowed Hastings' previous words with some embarrassment. "If you want to hear it, you can have extra time for afternoon tea."

Hastings shrugged: "Actually, I more or less guessed it."

After all, when she was arguing with Conrad Coates on the other side of the summoning room, she never had the intention to hide from others. In that context, "Choose of Tzeentch" is a less offensive curse word. Although it does not appear frequently, it is obviously enough to attract the attention of an inquisitor.

"Neither can quarrel nor fight, even the demons of Tzeentch are not very good at it." Fujimaru Ritsuka's tone was very convinced, as if he was worried about what would happen if the same set of sowing discord happened between the other two imperial specialty diodes. I had no idea what it was, I just asked back to the original topic after expressing my thoughts, "Do you have anything to ask?"

Hastings shook his head, thought briefly, and shook his head again: "I am indeed curious about some things, but I know better that these things should not be asked."

Fujimaru Ritsuka snapped his fingers, and Sahar's hand was immediately empty - the hardcover Book of Holy Words turned into gold sand and disappeared out of thin air: "Then I will start exorcism? To be honest, her body has been tortured and mutated. Now that he's in this state, I'm not very optimistic about Mita's prognosis, but...well, let Asclepius have a headache."

The black key inserted accurately into the throat of the demon host began to emit golden light under the will of the owner, and a warm and clean atmosphere began to fill this small space that could isolate psychic energy. The demon host is still unable to make a sound, but from the way it keeps struggling, even regardless of damaging its body that is fixed on the torture frame with spikes and chains, and firmly trying to escape from it, this "spell" is very efficient.

Fujimaru Ritsuka fluently began to recite excerpts from the Book of Sacred Scriptures about the emperor's enlightenment of all peoples. As she said before, if she only performs the baptismal chant once, she doesn't need any pretentious reference book at all. The demon host roared in pain and silently under her chanting - he was speechless, and once again he was strongly aware that his life without a clear beginning was coming to an end. This undoubtedly made him panic. Even though he was just a fragment of the All-Changing Demon King, he was completely eliminated here - not stripped from this body and exiled outside the real universe, but even his essence would be completely destroyed. Burn it all out - is it really worth it?
He wanted to escape, but the strange dagger stuck in his throat completely "nailed" him into this body, and he could only bear the flames from the cursed person. Mita Ashen's soul may be killed together, or it may be able to survive - but there is absolutely no such hope for him.

By the way, Mita Ashne. It was as if the Tzeentch Demon had found a life-saving straw. He wants to blackmail the other party with the soul that Fujimaru Ritsuka has been asking for. But the dilemma is also obvious: also because of the strange dagger, He cannot use this human body to make his own voice in the real universe. He needed a subtle spell, but it was difficult amid the painful burning of the flames of the damned—

——At this moment, the inner door of the psychic prison was opened again: Fujimaru Ritsuka and Judge Hastings, who did not remove the "key" from the door, finally the person they were waiting for finally appeared. Door:

"What are you doing?! What are you doing??!!" Judge Wilchak came in like a whirlwind, "That's my property! You can't dispose of it at will without my consent! !”

Hastings and Sahar, at this moment, drew their weapons almost simultaneously.

(End of this chapter)