Chapter 342 We cannot let the Crystal Maze continue to expand
As it has been written in all the stories from the past to the present.
After the most important character dialogues and scenes at the entrance of the "Silver Mask Royal Licensed One-person Aerial Device Store Roaming Port Main Store" have ended, the members of the two theoretical management factions here have It's long overdue.
The Imperial Navy officers from the central fortress and the legal officers from the Ministry of Justice behind the blast doors both came and claimed that they had priority in investigating the events that occurred here.
The two parties brought their firepower teams and investigator teams to the door of the store, intent on taking the opportunity to compete with each other.
Before the fat, sweaty agent can make the awkward decision of agreeing with either side, a third uninvited guest interrupts their tense argument and manages to make the first two go away bitter.
When the Inquisitor's Rosette (Note 1) was presented, even the Arbitrator here from the Ministry of Justice could not convince the other party.
So at the end, Inquisitor Lenita Reis of the Order of Alien Ordo Calicis Conclave sat on her power heels before the unfortunate Bayonne, who was once again shaking like a sieve.
When everyone thought that "Lucky Fatty" Bayonne was finally saying goodbye to his good fortune this time, the Inquisitor left the house without saying a word with her acolytes. Royal Charter Store, and, according to some rumors circulating in whispers in bars afterwards, Inquisitor Reis once told her acolytes, "If I die on the loyal path of hunting aliens and heretics, you can't." If you trust anyone, then sending whatever I have left here will be considered a success!”
In addition, the black Emperor’s Angels left extremely quickly after the unwitnessed battle that day, Now the rumors about this mysterious and mysterious store circulating in the Wandering Port and on the asteroids and merchant ships around it have successfully escalated to the strong backstage of the store. It may not only be the support of the Calixis Conclave, but even from the unspeakable. Higher up.
There was some opposition or refutation of this rumor at first. Some people even thought that within seven days, they would receive the news that the shop would be closed down and that the mysterious dynasty of Rogue Traders behind it would be attacked by the Emperor's Angels and excommunicated by the state religion. .
Until one morning, everyone who passed through the Phnom Penh Liejie and the Court of the Dead began to look with curiosity and awe through the arrogant and bright new floor-to-ceiling windows of this store at the kneeling man stationed inside. In the center are three black-armored Astartes monks who pray devoutly with their foreheads on the sword blade. The iconic Templar Cross is eye-catching and majestic on their white shoulder pads.
And the pot-bellied, smug fat man Bayona is laughing and loudly soliciting customers at the door of the store and making them believe, "Oh, it's okay, you are an alien wizard? They are the Black Templar? Don't be afraid, they are Come for protection! As long as you don't step into their circle, you won't be attacked!"
When the first wandering wizard was not brave but lost everything in the "Last Chance"! Wearing his tattered robes and holding a bag of throne coins, he was asked to walk in and pass by the three black gods of death in full view of the public, and then go buy a new set of anti-gravity self-followers for his winner owner. When Reka had coffee and breakfast machines, everyone and the monitors' eyes were fixed on him and the three Black Templar monks who were famous for their fanatic crusade and eradication of aliens, heretics and wizards.
After all, Bayonne, as usual, stood enthusiastically at the counter and door with his guys, seemingly without any means of restraining these powerful emperor angels, and the name of the Carosini dynasty Unfathomably powerful psykers were also seen leaving this place with the Black Templars.
As for the life details of "Lucky Fatty", it is not difficult to investigate in Wandering Port. He is just a cautious mortal businessman without any psychic powers or talents. He used to be a small businessman and broker in the galaxy, and he is the only one worthy of praise. He was the only one who was always lucky in little things and always kind.
When the unlucky and very bad-looking wandering wizard dragged one leg into the shop, Bayonne immediately greeted him enthusiastically - the sweet sound of the throne coin in the bag made the fat man swear that he You can never get it wrong. "Welcome to Silver Mask! So what do you want to buy, my dear guest!"
The wandering wizard was told what to do, and the window was too big and too bright. Their activities in the store are visible even from outside the door.
The heretic said bravely, "I...I want to take a look at all the new models of Reka coffee and breakfast machines you have here!" He stretched out a dirty, curved stick from his robe. The finger of the claw pointed in the direction of the three Black Templar monks who were half-kneeling in prayer - the shelves behind them, and even drew a very obvious circle around them (someone outside the door began to gasp).
The buzzing of the servo joints of the power armor increased significantly. The red eyepieces of the Black Templar monks flashed maliciously at the incoming heretics, but they did not move - to be precise, one of the wrists was tied with thick iron chains. The black temple with the gun and sword seemed to want to jump up and give this dirty heretic a blast of bombs or a blow to the head - it should be said that this is what all the onlookers want to see, no matter what How, as long as they attack the guests——
But what surprised everyone was that the leader in the black temple wore black armor covered with prayers and held a beautifully oiled long sword. The Brother Astartes, who had a golden laurel wreath on his sword and helmet, and who seemed to make the followers of the Ecclesiarchy unable to stop wanting to kneel down and pray to him, only moved slightly, and the three space warriors returned to their previous postures. The state of silent prayer is like some large statue in a shop.
In the end, the wandering sorcerer who was sent in for testing was in a series of words and deeds that were completely deliberately seeking death and stepping on the red line of heresy. The weapon machine souls of the three Astartes became increasingly visible to the naked eye. After shaking in anger, he came with an empty money bag and a dreamy expression of escaping from death, oh, and a whole new set of Silver Mask brand anti-gravity self-following Reka coffee and breakfast machines.
He walked out of the Royal Charter Store where three Black Templars Astartes were stationed.
Immediately, this sensational news spread to the vast majority of the five million people roaming the port in less than an hour, and began to spread towards the asteroid facilities outside the port - —Of course, there are people who got the news immediately even if they were not local.
Perturabo BC sat in his cockpit, with a splitting headache, looking at a large number of KPI balance sheets and other reports that were marked as priority: red alert.
"(Olympian expletive) Ah! What the hell are you doing?! We can't let the Crystal Maze continue to expand, you know?!"
He turned his head, fearless helmet amplification The weapon roared at Caldur Malcador, Magna Dorn, and the Black Templars who surrounded Magna in golden armor with expressions of unwillingness, vigilance, and hatred.
"This question," the former Imperial Regent replied slowly, "you have to ask your good student."
(End of this chapter)