Chapter 352 Suspicion
“Such a thing happened...”
After reading the images recorded by the tactical recorder of Soshyan’s helmet on the data board, especially the mutated Think Tank Hall After a while, Marcus let out a cry of surprise.
"Half of the top brass and a third of the veterans of a war group rebelled. This is a big deal."
Putting down the data pad, he turned his attention to Soshiyang, and the other party also Unplug the data cable from the helmet and put the helmet under your arm.
"Sarpedon and his companions have surrendered to the power of darkness, and they used some kind of witchcraft to escape."
"The current situation..."
Marcus He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, considering each word.
"...I cannot overturn Thaddeus's sentence against the Soul Drinker."
"I will capture every traitor, dead or alive, and then the Soul Drinker's The stain will be washed away”
"That's what I said."
Marcus frowned.
“The remaining soul drinkers——”
It turned out that after leaving the hulk, Soshyan asked Thor and Sevatar to leave first with the fleet of soul drinkers. , and those loyal soul drinkers were hidden by him in the Unbound Soul.
So he has been announcing to the outside world that the remaining Soul Drinkers have gone after the traitors.
"I can't clear their names."
"They will clear their own names with their own hands."
"But in this case, other Imperial agencies may attack them, and the Soul Drinkers are now rebels , no one can tell who is loyal and who is traitor."
"It is up to them to decide their fate."
"I understand."
The Inquisitor nodded thoughtfully. Then looking at Soshyan's expressionless face, he asked cautiously:
"Captain Soshyan, I know that you have a very good relationship with Captain Golgri. Before he died, ...Did you ask me anything?”
“He hopes that I can avenge him.”
“That’s it?”
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“No.”
"Then who is the loyal leader of the Soul Drinkers Chapter now?"
"I don't know, this has to be decided by themselves."
"I see."
>Marcus said this, but his eyes never left Soshyan's face for a moment, capturing every detail.
"Then they must have taken the soul spear away too?"
"Yes."
"Yes, of course."
The judge nodded, walked around to the side of the table, and took out a blank report from the drawer.
“But we still have a lot of details to get through, do you mind if I waste a little of your time?”
“I have other things to take care of.”
Soshyan pointed to the data pad.
"I have transmitted everything I saw and heard to it. As for the origin and traces of the devil, you can only investigate it yourself."
After saying that, he Turn around and walk towards the door.
"Captain Soshyan!"
Marcus immediately shouted, his voice stern and a bit scolding.
Soshyan stopped, but did not look back. Instead, he put his hand on the hilt of the Holy Flame Sword.
"Is there anything else?"
Marcus paused for a moment, and finally suppressed the anger in his chest. He really didn't have time to tangle with Soshyan now. A chapter rebelled and a civil war broke out, the think tank killed the chapter leader, a hulk with demons, and a powerful demon prince...any of these things individually would be a big deal, but now they are concentrated burst together.
So the first thing he needs to do now is to immediately go to the surface of the planet to join up with another Inquisitor to jointly investigate this incident and prevent possible chaos corruption from invading the imperial world. inside.
Afterwards, the Inquisition will have to conduct an in-depth investigation of the ruined ship, which will take a lot of time.
"Captain Soshiyan."
Marcus changed to a softer tone.
“I will visit you again in the future.”
“You are always welcome.”
After saying that, Soshyan left the cabin.
“This guy!”
The Inquisitor sat back on his chair, took out a piece of information paper from the drawer, opened it with both hands, and the paper was stuck tightly in his soft gloves. It rustles when held.
When he began to read the content on the paper for the second time, the look of disbelief deepened on his face, and his delicate eyebrows wrinkled.
At this time, his four most important subordinates also walked out of the cubicle door on the side and appeared beside him.
"This is an astrological message from Judge Wende."
Chandler glanced at the message above while holding his pipe in his mouth.
“I can see that, you idiot.”
Marcus said sharply:
“Next time you peek, I will pluck out your eyeballs!”
He read the message again, then crumpled it into a ball and dropped it to the metal floor.
The paper ball rolled in the shadow of the broken Qingming lamp, and finally fell into the hole left by the defect in the floor.
"Judge Wende found a destroyed altar at the original site of the cathedral, and the grimoire must be in their hands."
He straightened his shiny white hair Gloves.
“Who does he think he is to deceive the Inquisition?”
Marcus clapped his hands together sharply, his gloves softening the sound but the gold fringes on his jacket shaking violently.
"What do you think, Golia."
Marcus asked his fourth subordinate.
Glia is a priest of the Mechanical Cult. He wears a black robe decorated with golden gear teeth. He has many mechanical modifications on his body, especially the most obvious pair of ones extending from his shoulders. Made of heavy-duty industrial-grade claws - and gold-plated to match.
His armor is a color mixture of very dark red with a hint of cream. The forging world to which it belongs is so unknown that few people can recognize this color.
And he likes it.
"Use my advanced logic circuit to calculate."
The teacher of the Mechanical Institute adjusted his glasses.
"The probability that the grimoire is within the Astral Knights Chapter is as high as 97.34%."
His voice became thicker with disgust.
"They are suspected of being heretics."
Verne took a breath from between his jagged teeth. He served Marcus longer than the other three.
“I must remind you that it is taboo to use guesswork to convict someone, especially against a war group. This can lead to a lot of tragedies, not to mention that such a small book can go anywhere. Unless we turn the entire planet upside down."
"Verne, you don't understand the nature of the creation of chaos."
Marcus said as he adjusted his coat.< br>
"Chaos creations are not dead things. On the contrary, they all have their own thoughts and consciousness. They are the carriers of demons in reality, so they will try their best to find a suitable host and then control him... The Grimoire will not remain silent. If it stays in the corner and eats dust, it will find a way to let people take it away."
Then he snapped his fingers, and a metal box rose up on the table. When he opened it, the weapons inside were revealed. Blooming with radiance.
“Let’s go to the planet to visit Judge Thaddeus first. Maybe we can learn more details about the Soul Drinkers from him. Your Majesty, I really want to take a vacation. ”
(End of this chapter)