Chapter 272 Holy Terra is shaken, and the aftermath of the Gouzi literary incident
“Now we are in trouble...”
Seeing this scene, Ron’s scalp went numb.
In the blink of an eye.
A group of Skitarii armed with power swords and storms rushed towards them.
These skitarii, or crusaders, all came from Zhongsi Academy and lived an ascetic life.
Their faith in the Emperor is even stronger, and they will do so until death.
Having read such blasphemous secrets about the love affairs of the God Emperor, why should I be judged by them on the spot?
Besides, this clone body is now an ordinary version and is not strong enough to resist those high-level warriors.
Fortunately, this is not a dead end.
Most of the Skitarii are the guards of various cardinals. He has Doni's token on him, and he can also gamble.
He never took out the token along the way, just to be on the safe side.
To avoid running into the hands of Doni’s mentor’s political opponents, let others deal with it quietly.
Now, this token has become a life-saving straw.
Relying on the token, as long as these soldiers are not the guards of Doni's mentor's political opponents, there should be room for negotiation.
Thoughts passed by.
Ron immediately threw away the extremely heretical piece of paper.
He took out the token, held it up, and said loudly: "I am Donny Moore's dearest relative and friend, your Excellency Mr. Laurent Tiss..."
Buzz~< br>
“Heresy!”
The Skitarii were extremely fast, and before they could finish their words, they were slashing towards them with their blue-gleaming power swords.
It’s over!
Ron watched helplessly as the light of the force field approached, and he could see the slight arc of electricity flashing through it.
He even knew at what speed and at what angle the sword would hit him.
However, his consciousness was in place, but his body could not keep up.
Facing the high-level warriors who burst out with all their strength, the speed of the cloned body was impossible to evade.
Zi~
The power sword broke apart the hair strands it came into contact with, passed Ron's body diagonally, and hit the paper full of profanity on the ground.
Decompose your stance and completely disappear from this world.
Seeing this, Ron breathed a sigh of relief:
"Huh~ The bet was right, and he also took the initiative to destroy the evidence. It seems that they are the guards of Doni's mentor!"
"Follow me!"
The one-eyed Skitarii who just took action shouted in a low voice , and then continued to run forward with the sword in hand.
As if nothing happened.
That is the opposite direction to the Anglican Cathedral.
Ron didn't ask why, and he didn't make any extra moves, so he quickly followed.
In times of crisis like this, you have to listen to the professionals.
Before they had gone far, Ron heard more screams coming from behind.
It seems that there are skitarii cleaning out the followers of Slaanesh who have sneaked here, as well as those unlucky ones who have read the blasphemous leaflets.
Fortunately, the Skitarii arrived quickly.
There shouldn't be many unlucky people who saw those flyers.
Swish, swish, swish——
That is the roar of fighter planes.
More than a dozen fighter planes with the Tribunal logo embedded in them flew by at low altitude, faintly surrounding the area.
At the same time, more fighters are coming from the distance.
A scene of approaching storm.
“Oh, this is a hornet’s nest!”
Ron clicked his tongue a little.
Those followers of Slaanesh are really good at playing, spreading extremely blasphemous Gouzi literature in the headquarters of the state religion.
This is equivalent to standing next to the opponent's fountain and taunting him.
It is a serious heretical provocation. The State Church, the Inquisition, and those imperial institutions must not go crazy?
Fortunately, the Skitarii brought him out in time.
If he were to be trapped in it, it would be difficult for even Dhoni’s mentor to protect himself under the pressure of many parties.
Ron followed the Skitarii in a low-key manner, watching the Imperial soldiers passing by one after another.
I prayed silently in my heart that I would not be stopped.
Fortunately, everything is safe and sound.
He followed the Skitarii onto the fighter plane and flew outside the Holy City.
Inside the cabin.
The Skitarii sat in silence, their postures meticulous, and no one made a sound.
Ron held it in for a while and couldn't help but ask: "Where are we going?"
"Eradicate the dens of heretics. After the mission is completed, I will send you to Bishop Tisqing."
The One-Eyed Skitarii replied in a muffled voice.
Then the cabin became quiet again.
"Having found the Slaanesh sect's hideout so quickly, are those Slaanesh believers deliberately seeking death?"
Ron thought to himself.
He always felt that this matter was not that simple, and the whole incident was a bit strange, with a familiar smell of seeking death.
What’s even more troublesome is that it seems that a pilot and a priest accidentally saw the existence of the little sun.
There are two suns in the subspace at the same time. The Holy Sun is no longer great and unique.
If this situation is confirmed, it will overturn the existing teachings of the state church, and that is a thorny issue.
I don’t know how the Anglican Church will handle it.
Ron didn't have too many worries about this.
No matter how the State Church handles it, the discovery of Little Sun will not cause any harm to him.
The little sun is right next to the sacred sun, and even if it means breaking the sky, it cannot be classified as a heresy.
Zi~
Ron noticed a familiar and slight fluctuation, and he looked in the direction of the fluctuation.
It was discovered that the fluctuation came from the palace.
Hiss~
Is it possible that the God Emperor also discovered this?
After all, the God-Emperor is sitting on the golden throne. This matter is so big that it should not be hidden from him.
Ron was a little curious.
He sneaked into the mind and temporarily possessed the little sun.
Sure enough, the golden sun in the subspace vibrated slightly, with a hint of anger.
The divine light continues to radiate.
But after Ron's realization came, the golden sun stopped fluctuating instantly, as if nothing happened.
For a while, both sides fell into silence.
Ron thought.
He knows that I know this, and I know that He knows that I know this.
This shouldn’t be considered social death, right?
Under such a delicate situation, the atmosphere was slightly stiff.
Looking at the golden sun that fell into calm, the fire of gossip in Ron's heart burned brightly.
Are the stories about the Emperor's wild deeds in his early years true?
What made the former prodigal son embark on the road of saving mankind and become the master of mankind and a great tragic hero?
Who can bear such a top secret...
The little sun shook slightly.
He held it in for a while, his brain twitched, and he gathered a psychic message: That thing...
However, before he could send it out.
Duang! ! !
Little Sun was struck by a powerful psychic attack, and stars appeared in his eyes.
Ron became honest instantly.
Forget it, we dare not say anything or ask anything...
Then, he quietly logged off and returned to the real universe.
Inside the cabin.
Ron frowned and shook his head, feeling a little dizzy.
"What's wrong with you?"
The sight of the one-eyed skitarii suddenly came over, secretly alert.
"It's nothing, I just felt a little sad suddenly..."
Ron replied.
After dozens of minutes of navigation, the fighter plane entered the airspace where its destination was.
Start to descend slowly.
Outside the portholes, the extremely luxurious Baroque high-rise buildings are shining red and green in the sun.
That's the reflection brought by the gem.
“It’s so flashy, with so many light pollution gadgets, it hides dirt at a glance...”
Looking at everything in front of him, Ron couldn’t help but complain.
He probably knows where this place is.
The Eternal City.
A metropolis close to the Himalayas, home to many imperial nobles, is gorgeous but dirty.
Underneath the luxurious aristocratic residential area are the chaotic and dense slums at the bottom, and the world of cellars full of dirty secrets.
I have to say that this place is easily eroded by chaos.
After all, those nobles like to enjoy themselves. Once they are not determined, they are easily taken advantage of by Slaanesh.
The nobles are more or less related to Slaanesh.
It is estimated that the empire is well aware of this, but there is no good solution.
For ten thousand years, the empire has continued to deteriorate, and the power of the high-ranking nobles of Holy Terra is intertwined.
Everyone is more or less related.
We can’t clean it up completely. I’ll catch myself, right?
So, in general.
The empire will only deal with those high-ranking nobles who have caused a major impact or have completely exposed their chaotic tendencies and have been caught by the inquisitors with evidence.
However, this phenomenon is expected to change after Guilliman returns from the moon.
The original body cannot tolerate this, and there is a high probability that it will carry out a major purge and reshuffle the power.
This time, the destination of Ron and the Skitarii was a hidden cellar area.
According to intelligence, that is where the Slaanesh sect gathers.
"You can find the other party's lair just after committing the crime. This information is quite accurate..."
Ron thought to himself.
But he can't control these things. The most important thing now is to follow the Skitarii to destroy this den.
Then go see the Cardinal.
Ron stood up and stretched his body, then stretched out his hand in front of the One-Eyed Skitarii:
"Brother, give me some self-defense weapons..."
The One-Eyed Skitarii glanced at it and threw over a heavy pistol engraved with holy symbols:
"This guy is very Wild, be careful with your wrists!"
"I just like wild..."
Ron took the pistol, felt the heavy gun body, and checked the ammunition skillfully.
This is a blessed thing, it should work well.
He hasn’t fought with an ordinary person’s body for a long time, so it’s quite new.
The Skitarii checked their weapons, silently prayed before the battle, and then jumped down one by one along the catwalk.
Seeing this, Ron also jumped down.
The lair of the Slaanesh sect, your savior grandpa is here!
As soon as he landed, he smelled the strong smell of blood.
In the spacious pipe, there are bloody bodies standing everywhere, twisted into various graceful postures and beautifully dressed.
Oh, those noble cultists deserve to die!
Looking at all this, Ron let out a long sigh.
He thought that after those high-ranking nobles believed in Slaanesh, they would play more elegantly and organize some special banquets at most. Unexpectedly, it was still so vile, evil and bloody.
Bang——
The gunfire and the hum of the power sword intertwined.
A large number of lower-level believers came in with various weapons and exchanged fire with the skitarii.
“Go to hell!”
A cultist wearing eye shadow and having many nails on his body raised a thin knife and struck at him.
But the next second.
The heavy pistol was thrust into his mouth. After a muffled sound, the eye shadow cultist fell down.
Bang bang bang bang!
Ron fired continuously and killed many cultists.
Although the strength of this cloned body is not very high, its consciousness is full and it has weapons.
Dealing with these cultists is easy.
Suddenly, Ron felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and he immediately rolled on the spot and left the area.
Zi~
A hot melt ray hit, melting the steel ground.
Depend on!
Melta weapons?
Aren’t the local cults too rich?
Ron's scalp was numb, and he shouted: "Um... can any brother lend me a storm shield?"
......
The secret room of pleasure.
This is the core hideout of the Slaanesh sect hidden under a gorgeous palace.
The entire hall is filled with gorgeous jewelry and artwork, and precious incense candles burn day and night.
From time to time, a woman's wailing sound appears.
Those women wearing gorgeous skirts were tied to crosses covered with velvet and endured various punishments.
These miserable wailing sounds are music.
The nobles who believe in joy come wearing exquisite masks to participate in this dance.
They dress up in various ways, and you can even see aristocratic women dressed as silver-haired angels.
They are in the hall.
Carrying out various unsightly behaviors.
corner of the hall.
An aristocratic woman with a lot of jewelery clips on her body said angrily: "Stop touching it, the skin is almost broken. Can you do it?"
Then she kicked her. open.
The aristocratic man wearing a crow mask climbed up and walked out in a depressed manner.
He also deliberately touched a few ladies who were sticking up.
"Hmph, these low-grade pleasures will only make people sink. You dirty guys should go to hell!"
The man in the crow mask was angry.
After all, he is really not good at it.
Although he is a bastard, he is also a high-ranking aristocrat with noble blood. How could he be so willing to degenerate? He should be ambitious and do a good job!
What is hateful is that because of his identity, those family members, superiors, and colleagues did not give him a chance.
Instead, they were ridiculed and suppressed.
Thinking of this, the man in the crow mask suddenly showed a sneer.
“If I’m not mistaken, my dearest relatives and friends, family heirs, superiors and many colleagues are all here.
From now on, you can’t stand in my way. ..."
Catch them all in one fell swoop!
Who would have thought that, as one of the important members of the Joy Sect, he was a worshiper of the Lord of Change?
After years of planning, these damn guys are finally brought together.
Not long ago, he secretly found many scapegoats to spread blasphemous rumors.
Those rumors were all written down by his own hand.
It can definitely arouse the anger of the state religion, and the information about this stronghold has been passed on in some way.
If the estimate was correct, the people from the State Church had already arrived in the outer area, waiting for them to reach the core area.
None of the idiots here can escape!
Thinking of this, the man in the crow mask couldn't help but quicken his pace.
He must leave here as soon as possible and get out safely.
At the same time, an indescribable excitement surged in his heart.
As a disciple of the Lord of Change, he planned this violent chaos, once his plan was realized.
He will gain more favor and power!
As he got closer to the secret room passage, the excitement of the man in the crow mask reached its peak.
Everything is according to plan!
However, when he walked to the door of the secret room passage, he held the handle.
Dong Dong Dong——
“Open the door and check the water meter!”
The door was knocked gently, and a gentle voice appeared.
The man in the crow mask opened the door subconsciously.
Suddenly, he felt tingling all over his body.
Then he saw blocking the door, a group of tall undead warriors wearing black armor, dotted with white bones, and burning with red gold flames.
And a human being mixed in with it.
Ron smiled at the man in the crow mask, his teeth were white: "You are showing your chicken feet, Slaanesh Black Man, the lackey of the Lord of Change!"
Not long ago, the Skitarii were scattered to search. The core secret room of this den.
He found this place with the help of Little Sun's powerful spiritual induction, and also discovered the aura of the cultist of the Lord of Changes.
Little Sun has had close contact with the Lord of Changes, Tzeentch, and is very sensitive to his aura.
As expected, the Tzeentch sect's troublemakers are causing trouble, trying to trick the Slaanesh sect.
Just as Ron sent out the signal, he saw a group of fierce men burning with flames teleported here.
If you guessed it correctly, the group of fierce men in front of you are the cursed legion of the God Emperor.
So, he enthusiastically knocked on the door for the tough guys.
Hiss——
The pink tentacles on the man in the crow mask popped out, pulling him to scream and run away, but it was already too late.
The Cursed Warrior banged against the door, grabbed the opponent's head and smashed it to the ground, like a cracked watermelon.
Afterwards, several cursed warriors surrounded the corpse and fired saturation bombs until it was reduced to ashes.
Subsequently, the Cursed Warriors cooperated tacitly and silently cleared the entire hall of mutated cultists.
After doing all this, the cursed warriors gathered together and nodded towards Ron.
Then step into the teleportation channel and leave.
Hiss~
Strong, too strong!
Ron looked at the Cursed Warrior who left gracefully and was very envious.
After all, this is a legion that can come and go at will, and it is much stronger than the average Space Marine.
I wonder when he will be able to get such an army.
And you really can’t blaspheme the God-Emperor, his old man. If the situation is serious, the Cursed Legion will really come to your door to provide warmth.
As soon as the Cursed Legion left, the One-Eyed Skitarii led their troops and rushed over.
They looked at the clean hall, then looked at Ron, their eyes full of shock.
Ron looked at the one-eyed Skitarii with some helplessness: "If I said I didn't do this, would you believe it?"
Suddenly, one of the Skitarii exclaimed, pointing to the ground and exclaimed:< br>
“A miracle!”
“Praise the Emperor!”
Looking at the flaming symbol on the ground, the Skitarii knelt down and prayed.
"It seems that in the history of the state religion, there are quite a few records of the Cursed Legion." Ron thought silently.
After praying, the Skitarii cleaned up the scene, registered evidence, and rescued some people at the same time.
Those are witnesses.
Soon, Ron followed the Skitarii back to the National Religion Headquarters.
……
Church Palace.
Church of the Assumption of the Emperor.
Reception room.
The faint gospel of prayer came, and the angel flew in and put a cup of hot drink on the table.
Ron reached out and grabbed the cup and took a sip. It tasted okay.
He was in a good mood. After several inspection procedures, he was finally able to see the cardinal.
In the past few days, Ron has roughly learned about the follow-up to the Gouzi literary incident.
It was just as he expected.
The State Church and the Inquisition dealt with all the rumors very quickly and blocked all information about the Second Sun.
They could not accept that there was a second sun.
After all, once the rumors are confirmed, the Holy Sun will no longer be great and unique.
And the new sun is at the Emperor's side.
How to deal with this? Is it possible to add one more god to the belief sequence?
What frightens the state church even more is that a pious old priest did see another vague shadow next to the golden sun.
And they know nothing about the new sun.
Therefore, whether this matter is a rumor or the truth, it must be completely blocked, and it is best not to be mentioned by anyone.
This is also a good thing for Ron.
After all, whether the state religion believes it or not, the existence of a second sun is already in the thinking of senior officials.
As the little sun grows larger, more and more devout believers will see it next to the golden sun.
He doesn’t have to do anything, just wait for the seeds of faith to sprout.
At the same time, Ron discovered that the turmoil in Gouzi Literature continued to spread.
The entire Holy Terra set off a wave of extermination of the cult. At the same time, the astropaths of the Astropathe sent messages to all parts of the empire.
Urge all civilized worlds to promptly eliminate evil sects, especially the Slaanesh sect.
This storm even extended to subspace.
The demon chicken thief hiding in the realm of Slaanesh reported that flaming warriors suddenly attacked the outer ring of the palace of Slaanesh.
Many palaces were destroyed and many Slaanesh demons were killed.
As for the God-Emperor, who clearly knew that this incident was caused by the Tzeentch sect, why did he take the opportunity to attack Slaanesh?
It can only be said that the old man is very clever.
According to subsequent sighting reports of demonic chicken thieves in the Tzeentch realm.
After a long period of silence, Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, finally emerged from the crystal chamber.
But as soon as he came out, Slaanesh came to settle the score.
Afterwards, Khorne joined in the fun.
The anger of the evil god caused the subspace to change color, and the newly repaired crystal maze collapsed a lot.
After receiving a whip and a bloody axe, Tzeentch silently returned to the Crystal Chamber.
"The Lord of Changes is in bad luck. He probably never thought that he would be tricked by his followers..."
Seeing that information, Ron was happy.
The guy who planned Gouzi Literature is really a genius. He was able to carry out such a big job under the nose of the state religion.
If he had not been completely wiped out by the Cursed Legion, he might have become a general under the Lord of Changes...
After eating the melon.
Led by Cherubim, Ron went to the residence of the acting Cardinal Laurent Tissin.
That was considered one of the core figures of the empire, the most powerful person under the high lords.
And, after Guilliman expelled the Pope from the seat of the High Lords, the bishop even had the opportunity to go one step further.
If all goes well.
He will get the long-awaited missionary rights, and the territory can legally contact the outside world and exert influence.
Spread the faith of the Savior.
In short, the territory can be more active and let other civilized worlds know about the existence of the savior.
Ron took a deep breath, there shouldn't be any accidents, right?
(End of this chapter)