Chapter 279 The Rise of the Primarch: Official Robbery

The Infinite Frontier seemed to be hovering. Vito was walking in the huge corridor in the side courtyard. As he walked, he also looked at the huge star on one side. The Northen star was still the same as in his memory, empty and covered with snow. Even though This ice-breaking ball seems to have changed little in the past ten thousand years.

It’s hard to believe what happened here at that time. The traces of the Executor’s bombing have long since disappeared. The Free Trade Alliance battleships have probably become part of ancient rock formations, buried deep underground, or even tectonic plates that have been around for thousands of years. The movement has ground it until only a few fragments are left. When dug out, they probably look similar to trilobites.

As Vito walked, he tried hard to recall everything at that time, that battle, that encounter and the story, but unfortunately, he couldn't remember much anymore, as if that layer of memory was also covered like this planet. A layer of snowflakes, but he had no time to think about that memory.

The sailors ran past him on both sides. They looked very busy. Many of them simply saluted him hastily. Although their movements were very non-standard, and most of them were salutes without asking questions, but Vito He didn't intend to go into details, after all, he knew what they were busy with.

Outside the porthole, there was not only the star of Northen, but also a huge battleship suspended in the void. The crimson battleship was docked on the front side of the Infinite Frontier. The ship was not as big as theirs. After all, it was not a warship, but even In this way, its firepower is quite impressive, well, it can even be called quite good.

Double-decker macro guns were arranged on one side of the battleship. The ten combined side guns contained powerful firepower. Automatic cannons and honeycomb missile bays were also arranged on the upper deck. Vito even vaguely saw a few torpedoes being launched. However, it has to be said that as a merchant ship, its firepower is close to that of a frigate.

This is not surprising. As the backbone of trade, economy and transportation between various star regions in the empire, Rogue Traders have always sailed around the universe all year round. But in today's world, even in the "prosperity years", this darkness The Milky Way is not so suitable for wandering around empty-handed, especially when you still have priceless goods in your hands.

So yes, the merchant ships of the Rogue Traders are quite armed, and they are very careful about protecting their goods and property. Those firepower can deal with pirates, even a small Chaos warband, or an alien fleet. All are more than enough.

Especially when several Rogue Trader armed merchant ships sail in a group, the security level will be greatly increased. If I were you, I would think carefully when planning to rob them, and at least choose an opportunity to rob them. If not, I I suggest you wait, otherwise you will definitely be beaten.

But from Vito's point of view, this fleet of Rogue Traders was not very lucky. Most of the ships suffered different types of damage, especially the merchant ship docked on the side of the Infinite Frontier.

Its side armor seems to have been hit by something. The void shield seems to be working effectively. The superstructure also has a lot of explosion marks. The corridors are full of holes and are cut off by vacuum explosion-proof doors. It looks like it was badly beaten. , and it looks like he was cheated.

Vito raised his eyebrows slightly, and he stepped aside to get out of the way of a group of ground crew members who were running past him. They ran from behind Vito, seemingly not noticing that the person they just passed by was Vito. It's not their fault, because They seemed quite busy.

The ground crew carried a pipe and ran through the corridor. Behind them, there was a group of servitors following them. Those martial souls were stiff and trotting as fast as they could. Although the movements of the servitors were very funny, They looked as stiff as a bunch of puppets, but it was obvious that they were very busy.

Vito touched his chin and looked at the ships outside. He shrugged and followed the ground crew running towards the end of the corridor. He followed them to the docking deck, where it was a complete mess.

A large amount of supplies, maintenance equipment and servitors are everywhere here. The ground crews are led by their respective supervisors, or to be precise, they are ordered to move the supplies one by one onto the flatbed transport truck, or simply work as a team to carry the things. Run across the wide deck and head towards the opposite cargo ship via the docking trestle.

A large number of transport vehicles came and went here, and materials were transported repeatedly. The priests of the Mechanicus commanded the army of servitors to line up to the trestle and pass through the trestle that had been repaired in Macragge in an orderly manner.

I have to say that the technology of the Macragge Shipyard is pretty good. After Vito blew up the trestle with the Eldar psychic bomb, it was no longer needed for a long time, but the few days they docked at the Macragge Starport It was repaired right away, and I have to praise the efficiency of the local workers. Vito really hopes that there are such shipyards everywhere, so that every time he has a "bold" idea, he can go ahead and do it.

Vito looked at the busy deck with a smile, but soon a tall man walked out of the sea of ​​busy ground crews and large groups of servitors. He was straddling a bolter and followed by a whole team of storms. Soldiers, they are all armed with live ammunition, and wear all combat equipment, spare magazines, grenades, ordnance shovels and bayonets, and even night vision goggles?

Vito looked at them curiously. They looked like they were going to have a fight, but he knew that someone would answer his question soon, so Vito smiled and looked at Bell who was coming.

"Good afternoon, Bell, if I remember the time correctly." "You did remember it wrong, Inquisitor, it is night, nine o'clock in the evening to be precise." "Damn, I slept for so long? No. "You said five hours?" "It was already afternoon when you went in, so yes, it's evening after five hours."

Vito groaned and touched the back of his head, "Damn, it seems like this. Sorry, I have a terrible headache. It feels like there is a group of dark Eldar having a banquet in my head, or a group of green skins in my head." ri wahggggggggge.”

"I hope this will not affect your judgment, Judge, we need this very much." Bell said and walked to Vito's side. He looked at Vito's right arm and raised his hand slightly, "I also hope that your The robotic arm has been maintained, at least, it looks good to me.”

"Actually, the effect is quite good." Vito smiled and suddenly raised his hand. His arms quickly spread to both sides, faster than ever before. The plasma cannon flashed blue light in it. Bell looked at the arm. The weapon inside also looked at Vito's proud smile.

"Caul upgraded the weapon for me. Now this guy is the latest model. It also has Caul's exclusive formula. It should be able to penetrate the side of a Leman Russ, but I hope we don't need to blow up some. Damn it, my brain hurts badly now.”

He said, and the robotic arm automatically closed after a moment. Without any auxiliary movement, the robotic arm completed the instructions completely based on his brain waves, as if it were truly a part of Vito's body.

Bell dared to say that the quality and effect of this mechanical arm would definitely make all the Astral Militia jealous and hateful. Even the nobles probably did not have such an easy-to-use and sensitive mechanical arm, let alone the great sage. The weapon I have debugged is too powerful.

The Ultramarine Pharmacist looked at Vito's closed arm. The mechanical arm put away the weapon tightly. It was not obvious from the fully covered smart skin that it was a weapon. It could give the enemy a little help at some critical moments. surprise.

"No, we don't need to blow up something or fight with others." Bell looked at Vito and said carefully, his voice was forced to be raised in order to be able to overpower the noisy environment around him, let alone from the There was a tinkling sound coming from the other end of the trestle.

Vito rubbed his chin and looked at the Stormtroopers behind Bell. He shrugged slightly and pointed at their guns, "If we are not going to fight someone, I think their equipment is a bit too much, right? There are still ten soldiers on patrol. An energy magazine, a full set of grenades, and a composite carapace, isn’t that a bit of a fuss?”

Bell glanced at the stormtroopers behind him. He shook his head slightly and pointed to the opposite side of the trestle. Vito's eyes followed suit, "I believe you have seen their losses, those of the armed merchant ships."

"Yes, I saw it. They look like they were beaten pretty badly. I guess it will cost a lot of money to repair it. This business is a total loss." Vito said mockingly and shrugged, looking completely unimpressed. He noticed something, or in other words, he was waiting for Bell to take the initiative to tell him, and Bell indeed planned to do so.

"Those losses were not caused by pirates, but by rebels on the merchant ships. They were affected by the storm while traveling through subspace. With the spread of fear and rumors, some of the crew members chose to seek refuge with the cultists on the ship and launched a rebellion. ”

Bell said as he watched the maintenance team coming and going inside the trestle. Vito also noticed that there were many Marines standing on both sides of the wide hatch of the trestle. Their number was enough to make up a platoon, consisting of sandbags. A simple offensive was launched, with machine guns and twin laser cannons set up behind it.

The soldiers walked around the door with guns in hand, carefully observing everyone who passed by, and also alert to the situation on the other side of the trestle, as if someone might attack at any time.

"I guess the rebels have been wiped out, right? No need for us to do anything?" Vito asked with one hand on his hip. Bell shook his head affirmatively, "No, it's not necessary. Although it cost a heavy price, Shang The fleet has suppressed the rebellion on its own, so we don’t need to take action.”

"Then these boys don't seem to be on vacation." Vito pointed back at the Stormtrooper Guards with his thumb. This time it was Bell's turn to shrug, he tilted his head and said, "You know, Be prepared, and no one has ever dared to say that they can kill all the Chaos cultists. Those guys are like cockroaches, they will always appear from dark corners, and they will suddenly take the opportunity to attack us. "

Vito held his chin and nodded thoughtfully. He also tilted his head slightly to look at the captains at the gate in front of him. They were talking about something, "So I guess, my current identity is an ordinary captain." Inquisitor, right?"

"Yes, Captain Cole and Captain Eisenstein decided that if there are potential rebels on the other side, then we need to keep your identity secret. After all, we are now conducting a secret assault to Terra, and we cannot risk Chaos discovering it. Plan." Bell clenched his fists and Vito smiled bitterly.

"Ah, okay, although some of them will know, such as Lilith and Slaanesh." Vito said, and the next few words became quieter and quieter. Bell obviously didn't hear it. It was too noisy here, even Ah Even with Stat's superhuman hearing, it was difficult to hear Vito's chirping voice.

Vito sighed and patted his trouser legs. He raised his head and looked at Bell, "Okay, it's time to work. Where's Cole? He asked me to come." "The captain is there, come with me."

Bell said as he took the lead and walked in that direction. Vito followed naturally. The stormtroopers followed behind him without saying a word. They held their guns and followed the Inquisitor and the Ultramarines through the busy deck and came to the door where the captains were meeting.

Captain Cole was talking to several captains about something. He raised his hand and gestured, "I think if possible, we can provide you with some fuel, so that you can sail to the next Imperial starport."

"We are very grateful to the captain, but what we need now is some." "Some what?"

Mr. Ronin, the merchant, was stuck before he finished speaking. He and several captains turned their heads to look at the person who answered the question, and then they were all stunned, because although the person who came over was only wearing a black jacket with the zipper still loose, looking like she had just woken up, she was wearing an Inquisition i pendant on her waist.

Several captains all fell silent. This is normal. After all, no one in the Empire is not afraid of the Inquisitor, right? I hope you will be afraid, because if you are not afraid, then we will question your loyalty. As we all know, there are only three kinds of people who are not afraid of the Inquisitor: the Inquisition’s own people, the Emperor himself, and heretics!

Vito walked over with a smile. He looked at the captains who were so scared that they couldn’t speak. They should be afraid. After all, their ship had just experienced a Chaos rebellion, and then they ran into an Inquisitor. This was their bad luck. Being shot was a happy ending.

"Inquisitor Vito, it looks like you are awake." Cole was much calmer than them. He nodded and greeted Vito, and Vito nodded to him, pretending to be serious.

"Hello, Captain Cole, introduce these gentlemen to me?" Vito stopped beside Cole and several captains. The latter looked at the stormtroopers behind Vito. They looked at them indifferently with their laser guns, but what frightened them more than these executioners of the Inquisition was undoubtedly the Space Marines behind Vito.

Bell held a helmet under his armpit and a grenade gun on his waist. He looked at the captains in front of him. He was silent, but the aura exuded by his superhuman body was enough to scare the captains speechless.

"Of course, this is Mr. George, the owner of the Rogue Trader Fleet, and this is Mr. Jefferson and Captain Thomas." Cole said, raising his hand to signal the gentlemen beside him. They were all stunned for a moment. The first to react was the experienced Mr. George. He seemed to have been a Rogue Trader for a while and knew that he should stay calm at this time.

He cleared his throat, and nodded politely to Vito with his face wearing single-sided gold-rimmed glasses. He bowed slightly and was very humble. "Ah, hello, Mr. Inquisitor. I am the captain and boss of the merchant ship Mayflower. These two are my subordinates, responsible for the Charter and the Freedom of the Sea respectively."

"Well, your ship name is quite meaningful, free navigation, but the cultists who yearn for "freedom" rebelled." Vito mentioned this topic very directly and directly, which scared Mr. Jefferson and Mr. Thomas half to death. Although Vito always had a smile on his face, in their opinion, an Inquisitor smiling at you is simply a death sentence.

But as I said, Captain George remained fully calm, although Vito could see that he was also very scared, because according to convention, if a ship had a chaotic rebellion, even if it was suppressed, there was a high probability that the captain in charge would be shot. Whether it was dereliction of duty or condoning the cult, the end would not be good.

George cleared his throat and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead calmly, "Ah, yes, sir, I cannot deny that our ship did have a Chaos rebellion, but praise the light of the Emperor, he guided us and defeated the enemy."

He stuttered a little, and it was obvious that he was still very nervous. Very good, Vito wanted this effect. The Inquisitor put one hand behind his back and looked at the three people in front of him, "What goods are you transporting? If you can tell me."

Of course you can, can you still refuse? Refuse an Inquisitor, and at this time?

"Minerals, industrial products and some machinery, we just completed the trade from a forging world and are preparing to go to the next world to transfer."

"Which world?" Vito asked calmly, but although the voice was calm, it was also full of a feeling that made several people nervous. This time it was not Captain George who spoke, but Mr. Jefferson who spoke subconsciously because of fear. When people are afraid, their subconscious words are often true.

"Check the Charlesk system, sir, check."

"If I remember correctly, Mr. George, the Charlesk system is a feudal world with mechanical production capabilities, right? But you plan to sell them a batch of "industrial products" from the forging world. As far as I know about the feudal world, they are not very good at operating complex machinery."

Vito pointed to the other side of the pier, "And judging from the damage to your hull, the rebels with steel rods and homemade weapons can't do that kind of killing power. And your mechanical priest is dead, and you have to ask us for help and protection. Your captain may be transporting industrial products. Not so. Industrial products."

"Weapons." Bell said coldly behind Vito. The moment the word was spoken, the three businessmen seemed to be petrified. They looked at Vito in horror. It was impossible to act like that. Even Mr. George was no longer calm.

Vito shook his finger. He walked up to Mr. George and gently put his hand on his shoulder. For a moment, Mr. George's whole body trembled subconsciously. He looked at the inquisitor beside him with fear, and his heart was in his throat.

"The laws of the empire clearly stipulate that it is prohibited to sell or transport weapons privately, let alone selling them to a feudal world for use in civil war. What do you say? You think it is boring for the locals to attack with swords, so you plan to sponsor it as a friendly gift and let them use it for civil war. Instead of shooting with a gun?" Vito said with a cold smile, his hand gently pressing on the bolter on his waist.

George was surprised when he heard the sound of neatly raising guns. The stormtroopers deliberately raised their guns and made a loud noise. The businessmen looked at the stormtroopers in front of them in shock. They felt that the iron wall behind them was about to come. It has become my own execution wall.

Cole stood aside indifferently, looking at the frightened Rogue Trader in front of him, especially George who was holding his shoulder next to Vito. He quietly approached George's ear and said, "You know what the consequences of such crimes are. ? Mr. George."

"Your Majesty, please forgive us. I am willing to offer my wealth to me." "Are you trying to bribe an inquisitor? Bribery an emperor's inquisitor? You are braver than I thought, Mr. George."

Vito's last tone became extremely sharp and high-pitched. George was so frightened that his legs were weak. He could almost conclude that he was about to be shot with a high probability. His legs were shaking like a big man, and he was so scared that he almost lost his soul. .

But suddenly, Vito changed the topic and smiled, "But, considering that you managed to escape from the subspace storm, and in that case did not join the traitors or fall into chaos, I can, for the sake of your loyalty, A mercy outside the law."

Vito leaned close to George's ear and smiled, "How many weapons do you have on your ship?" "There are two regiments, sir, both regiments, both light and heavy weapons." "Good guy, you bribed the star port of the forging world. Director, right? These things were originally given to a certain Astra Militarum army? Do you know how many people will be killed if you steal the army's supplies?"

"Sir, we acknowledge our mistake and we regret it to you." George's legs suddenly became so weak that he knelt down. Vito stood beside him and chuckled. He leaned forward and leaned closer to the trembling George in front of him.

"These are turbulent times, Mr. George, so in the name of the Emperor, I will not execute you this time. All your weapons have been detained and confiscated. Give the list to our military commander, Colonel York, who will be responsible. Anyway, I advise you not to play tricks, because there are still two Space Marines on your ship."

Vito whispered softly, Mr. George nodded repeatedly, and the remaining two businessmen also nodded, "Thank you, sir, thank you." "Don't be in a hurry to thank me. All your voyage records, especially the subspace voyage records, must be handed over." come out."

"Sir, this..." George immediately wanted to quibble. All merchants, especially rogue traders, do not like to hand over their voyage records, because believe me, most records may lead to them being shot. Unauthorized trade , smuggling, and even private contact with alien races to sell goods.

"Why, do you have any other opinions? Mr. George, do you have any secrets?" Vito asked with a sneer. His smile made George dare not make any further rebuttal. He could only shake his head mechanically. , and stammered.

"Honorable, respectful, I obey you, sir. We will hand over the records. I just ask you not to." "I said, I will not execute you, not yet, unless you make me feel regretful."

Vito smiled and looked at George beside him, who quickly shook his head, "I swear, you will not be disappointed, I swear, in the name of the Emperor." "I believe you won't, so, what are you still doing here? ? It’s time for you to take care of the rest.”

Vito said and patted George on the shoulder. He watched the judge raise his hand slightly and stood up quickly. He nodded and bowed to Vito and was about to call his men to leave, but he was pulled back by Vito just as he turned around. .

Vito touched his chin, and then pointed at Bell behind him, the indifferent Space Marine. George also looked at him with cold sweat all over his body, "For your safety, he will follow you. After all, he is on your ship. Maybe it’s not safe yet, he will ensure that your navigation data can be safely and properly handed over to me.”

Bell walked to George without saying a word. He looked down at George. The merchants were frightened by the look down from a Space Marine. Vito patted him on the shoulder, "Go ahead, don't make me wait too long."

Vito turned and walked aside, while Bell stepped forward and stood in front of a few people. He signaled to a few people, and the businessmen nervously walked into the trestle. They were frightened and were "escorted" by an Ultramarine into the bridge.

Cole looked at the leaving businessmen with their hands behind their backs, "Congratulations, Marshal, you have once again successfully secured the equipment of two regiments."

"It's just daily work, just daily work, Cole." Vito patted his shoulder lightly, and then walked over with a smile.