Chapter 1781 Loken's Trial
In a hall that is so simple that it is difficult to call it a court, the judge with wrinkles on his face looks like he has been soaked in water for decades, and the white-haired judge is trying hard to stuff his dentures. Entering the mouth, to his left was a secretary with thick eyes and only a few strands of hair left on his head, to his right was a writing machine servitor that occasionally twitched, and just above the heads of these three people, A Ministry of Justice emblem is etched into the dusty eagle.
After confirming that the dentures in his mouth would not fall out again, the judge coughed lightly and tapped the table with the small wooden hammer at hand.
“Okay, let’s continue.”
Across from him, there were several rows of benches empty of people. Sitting in the dock was a listless man wearing a red robe of the Mechanicus. Behind him was a bailiff who kept yawning and had a red nose.
There were no lawyers, no observers, and no jury. It was hardly even a trial.
However, this is the norm for most neighborhood courts in Zhongchao. Although the empire has nearly unlimited manpower, it is always short of manpower in some aspects.
"Defendant Loken, when was your birth time?"
"Terra Calendar 898.M41."
"Where was your birthplace?"
"Forging World Horse Kande No. 2."
"Is it a demi-human or a mutant?"
"Pure human."
"In the Adeptus Mechanicus What level is it?”
“Worker!”
"What is the specific position?"
"Technical Priest!"
"When was he arrested by the Ministry of Justice?"
"Terra Calendar 959.M41."< br>
“When will the probation of servitude be implemented?”
"Terran Calendar 960.M41."
"A total of three years of hard labor. Because you were previously a member of the Astartes Chapter and had the right to amnesty from labor, then the labor period has ended according to time. You have signed the confession and punishment, right?”
“Yes.”
“Are you clear about the consequences of the confession?”
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"Is it voluntary?"
"It is voluntary."
When Loken walked out of this damn court, he still seemed to be in a dream, these damn three years It's finally over.
Three years, three whole years, no one knew how he got here.
The factory he went to was a lifeless honeycomb building, with hexagonal production workshops one after another. The monotonous materials locked with each other in harmony, with all sides pressed together as supports, like Like biting teeth in a geared machine, workers lived here, but as far as Loken could see, none of those 100 million were truly "human."
Those who were sentenced to life-long hard labor were called beasts and consumables. Even if they had to be whipped 3-5 times on time every day, they still had to thank their emperor.
In that dark factory, the ant-like life wakes up, works, eats, and sleeps, seemingly continuing every day, every year, every century, just like the termites in the mound.
Loken had never imagined that Nessen IV, which seemed to him to be a model planet for the Empire, with a glorious and prosperous appearance, could have such a hell, or perhaps he had forgotten some aspects of the Forge World for too long. Characteristics, at least this experience allowed him to regain some of them.
Another thing that made him quite painful was his best friend Ford. In the second year of his "imprisonment", he received a message from Ford and the plump Ada Luo from Zhao-Akada. The news of Lovelace's marriage probably happened when he was traveling to the Comoros. It wasn't that Loken liked Ada Lovelace, but the wedding of two good friends suddenly made him feel like He suddenly lost something, and even gave him the idea of modifying his brain, just like those high priests, completely cutting off human emotions.
The last year was extremely torturous for Loken, both physically and mentally. Although he didn’t actually have to bear a very heavy workload, this place was naturally a hell, because it almost looked like a hell. There is less than one woman who can be called a woman. Fortunately, he will be free soon, as long as he walks out of this place——
"Huh?"
Loken looked around, something didn't seem right. Why did he come to a wasteland after turning around, and a group of guards were standing in a row, holding hands There was a group of shivering guys standing under the opposite wall, each wearing prison uniforms.
And he didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the hands of the two guards following him on his shoulders were getting tighter and tighter.
At this time, one of them The prisoner looked at him.
"If you don't come here quickly, you'll have to wait for me, damn gear man."
Loken's cheek twitched, and then he glanced at the sky, it was already evening.
"It's so late to carry out the execution. Let's go another way."
One of the guards sneered and said:
"No, that's it."< br>
Suddenly, cold shackles cuffed his hands from behind, and then the guards touched him to make sure there was nothing on him.
"Wait, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, don't be nervous."
At this time, a man who looked like a guard chief was holding a data pad. He said coldly:
"Priest Loken, you have personally signed to admit that you have committed the crime of alien worship. The evidence is conclusive. The death penalty will be executed in accordance with imperial law! Execute immediately!"
Loken's eyes widened, and he was frightened. He turned around and wanted to leave. A guard next to him immediately drew a gun as a warning, which scared him so much that he immediately rolled back to his original position.
"Wait, I was wronged."
"I was wronged!"
A prisoner on Loken's left also started to cry.
“I am not a serial rapist. Everyone knows that I am impotent and have X-dysfunction. How could I possibly rape me? I have obviously undergone medical evaluation more than a dozen times. Didn’t I say I caught him before? Nest——"
Bang bang bang——
A few gunshots were heard, and the man collapsed under the wall with unwilling eyes.
“What a fool!”
Loken shrank his neck, saw those people raising their guns again, and quickly said:
“Wait a minute, I’m As People of the Tate Chapter, you——"
"My father is the Vice President of the Secondary Executive Yuan, you can't kill me!"
Loken turned his head and saw a fair-skinned young man who looked very pampered and was crying with tears streaming down his face. However, The executioners ignored him, raised their guns, and sent him away with a flurry of shots.
Watching the prisoners being executed one after another, Loken felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff looking down. His whole person felt like he was about to faint. He didn’t know what was wrong, but now he wanted to You must use some means to survive.
He took a look and took a step back, a mechanical thorn protruded from the tip of the middle finger of his left hand, and tried to unlock the shackles on his hand. Then he had the opportunity to activate the emergency equipment hidden under his crotch——
Suddenly, he heard a subtle crackling sound of electricity and turned his head to see a gloomy middle-aged man's tied hands with electric light flashing behind his back.
There's an illegal psyker here!
When the guards raised their guns again, the man lowered his head and sneered.
"You idiots want to kill me, 'Spotted Spider', I'm just playing with you."
As soon as the words fell, the ground in front of the man was suddenly invisible. The force of the force arose, blocking the guard's sight. Then the man turned around and violently shattered the handcuffs. Then his clasped hands shot out an invisible thread to hang on the far eaves, and then dragged him flying into the sky.
“Hahahaha!!!”
The man's wild laughter echoed through the sky, and then the roar of a heavy machine gun sounded the next second, knocking him into a ball of blood mist in mid-air, with internal organs and broken bones flying everywhere.
(End of this chapter)