Chapter 306: The Rise of the Primarch: A Show of Strength

The roaring dock mechanical arm slid over Varrick's head. Varrick looked up at the heavy anchor arm moving along the track. The huge arm steadily reached the floating ship position in the center of the dock. With the flashing red warning light, the end of the mechanical arm firmly clamped the side rivet point of the warship.

The mechanical pliers inserted the pin into the lock ring of the warship under pneumatic transmission. With several mechanical pliers completing the locking work in succession, the warship that slowly slid into the dock was completely stabilized.

Captain Varrick walked on the dock beside the berth, holding a data tablet in his hand, pointing his fingers on it, and looking at the giant ship beside him. The towering side of the warship stood on one side like a magnificent high wall, and the dark armor outer layer flickered faintly under the lights of the dock.

Countless heavy-duty fixed frames came up from all sides. Those fixed brackets as tall as buildings were firmly against the battleship's armor layer. With a burst of cooling gas spraying out from the top of his head, Captain Varrick looked at the magnificent cannons above his head. The magnificent cannons lined up one after another stood above the captain's head.

The captain looked up at the cannon muzzles lined up on the side. Their gun shields flashed dark light like dragon scales under the light. Varrick looked at the cannons, and a group of armed military police following behind him also looked up at the giant ship with emotion.

Behind Varrick followed a whole team of star port military police, about a dozen people. These military police wearing gray breastplates and wearing Imperial Skyhawk chains around their necks each held a laser gun. They wore helmets branded with the Star of Terra and followed the captain fully armed.

Captain Varrick looked at the warship parked beside him. He turned his head to look at the ground crew not far away and snapped his fingers. Soon, the ground crew who were leaning on the box and chatting looked at the captain.

"Don't be lazy there. Prepare to dock at the port for docking. Emperor! This is the ship of the Inquisition. If you are a little slow, you will be shot, and I will be taken with you!"

The captain pointed at the ground crew and cursed. He pointed at the flatbed trucks, fuel pipelines and more dock tools around him and cursed. Soon, the ground crew started to move amid the captain's various "considerate" curses on their ancestors.

The ground crew began to disperse and operate everything around them. Soon, the dock was operating in an orderly manner. Heavy machinery began to roar and approach the warship. Pipelines approached the warship from one side, and the pipes with several cables were connected to the open pipes of the warship.

Amidst the countless pressurized gases, low fuel residues and complaints from the ground crew, Captain Varrick walked to the side landing deck of the battleship. He walked to the edge of the dock deck and looked at the deck and raised his head.

The military police behind him all stood behind the captain, and their eyes under their helmets were also looking at the huge deck hatch in front of them. The gate as tall as a city wall was branded with a huge Imperial Sky Eagle, which flashed under the shining lights around it. Soon, milky white injection gas was ejected from the top of the gate.

Along with the gas ejected from the bolt, the huge landing deck gate began to slowly lower, and the magnificent high wall slowly descended with a roar of gears.

Captain Varrick cleared his throat, holding the data board and looking at the gate boundary that fell a few steps away from him. The magnificent landing deck gate was hung on the dock, connecting the battleship and the dock like a bridge. In the heavy landing roar, the captain looked up at the figure at the top of the gate.

There were several figures standing by the door. Varrick looked at the man who led the way down. He was wearing a dark windbreaker with silver armor plates inlaid on the shoulders of the windbreaker. The reflective armor plates flashed with unique ripples. Under the black windbreaker, a golden sword and a precision bolter were faintly exposed with shaking.

But nothing was as eye-catching as the logo on his belt. Varrick looked at the shield emblem hanging on the belt. When the captain looked at the red letter i, he instinctively swallowed his saliva. When he looked up and saw the three Space Marines following behind the man, the captain was so nervous that he couldn't even swallow his saliva.

Behind the man, a tall golden armored warrior walked down with heavy steps. His burly body was taller than any Space Marine Varrick had seen. As a native of Terra, Varrick had seen a lot of the market, but he had never seen such a tall and burly Space Marine.

The military police behind him looked at the Space Marines coming down like a mountain, and they all clenched their laser guns. They looked at the demigod giant nervously. Even though they knew that they were loyal angels loyal to the Emperor, the huge pressure still made them nervous.

Varrick raised his head and looked at the Space Marines coming down. They stepped onto the ground of the dock. Their mountain-like bodies cast a huge shadow on the captain. His eyes looked up at the Space Marine in front of him, the Space Marine wearing a helmet and looking at him with scarlet eyes.

"Ahem, I think you are here to pick us up, right?" A voice said in front of Varrick. The captain was startled and looked down to see the smiling Inquisitor in front of him, although that smile might be more appropriate to be called scary in Varrick's eyes.

The captain twitched after being startled. He looked at the inquisitor in front of him and stammered about what to say, but was obviously frightened by the inquisitor who walked up to him with three demigods, especially the one behind him. The largest Space Marine Varric had ever seen.

"When you see your commander, you must first stand at attention, Captain." The yellow-armored space warrior said in a deep voice from inside the helmet. The sound was like a whip hitting the captain. Varrick immediately stood at attention after a panic. Okay, I gave a slightly flustered and slightly non-standard military salute to the judge in front of me.

"Captain Varrick, I was ordered to lead my troops to check your situation, trial." "Check our situation? Huh, this is really new."

Vito didn't wait for Varrick to finish, he walked forward and walked in front of the captain. He looked at Vito's eyes and shrank back in fear, while Vito looked at the captain who continued to smile kindly.

"What are you checking? Me or the three Astartes behind me?" Vito said with a smile. Varrick glanced at the three Astartes standing behind Vito. They were all wearing helmets, which belonged to The strong coercion of the Death Angel was exerted on the captain without any cover.

"I, I, I have been ordered to check whether the members on your ship are reliable, as well as those on the lower deck."

"The lower deck has been cleared by us, and all the filth in it has been obliterated. Do you doubt that we brought those abominations to the throne world to tarnish the light of the Emperor?" The yellow-armored Astartes He said in a low voice, his voice coming out through the sound transmission part of the battle helmet, sounding like the voice of an ancient god.

Varrick looked at the Astartes. He looked at the symbol on his chest. As a native of Terra, Captain Varrick recognized his symbol immediately.

"Imperial Fist? I thought you jumped into the subspace with the Phalanx. We tried to contact you, but no one responded. We thought you had"

"Dead? Are you doubting that all the palace guards have been wiped out? Captain." The Imperial Fist soldier took a step forward, his huge armored footsteps stepping on the ground. The sound and the shock that came made the captain retreat in fright. After taking several steps, he bumped into the military policeman behind him before he regained his footing.

Warrick leaned close to the military police behind him. He looked at the Imperial Fist and stammered, "No, no, no, I firmly believe that you will still return. Sir, I promise! I will never have those heretics. idea!”

Varrick hurriedly begged for mercy. He looked at Vitor again, and was frightened when he saw the smiling inquisitor in front of him. He knew that he had just "suspected and believed" that the Imperial Fists Chapter was dead. Enough for the Inquisitor to shoot himself ten times for heresy, sedition and incitement.

"I believe you haven't, Captain. Now tell me, why are you here?" Vito walked up with a smile. He pressed the Captain's shoulder. The moment he pressed it, the Captain was so frightened that he twitched all over. He looked at the smiling inquisitor and felt goosebumps all over his body.

"I have been ordered to inspect the cargo and items carried on the ship, collect them into storage in accordance with naval management regulations, and return them to you after the inspection is completed."

Vito chuckled softly, and patted the captain on the shoulder with a smile, "If I remember correctly, everything carried on the Inquisition ship is "confidential" and belongs to the assets of the Inquisition. Captain, do you want to confiscate the assets of the Inquisition?"

"What? No! No! Sir, I promise, I was just following orders. We were just ordered to confiscate the food and food on the refugee fleet here and..." The captain suddenly stopped after he said that. He found that he had let the slip, in Vito The threats and the intimidating aura of the Astartes behind him suddenly went out of his mind and he spilled the beans.

The captain looked at the military police behind him in fear, but the latter all had expressions that looked like they were useless. Varrick looked at them and was suddenly tapped on the shoulder again, and then looked at Vito beside him in shock.

The latter still looked at him with a smile on his face. Vito nodded slightly and tapped the data pad in the captain's hand gently with his finger. "You want to confiscate the food? How interesting. If I remember correctly, when entering the port It’s true that I haven’t seen enough transport ships in the star port. The current number is only one-fifth of the normal number at best.”

"Tell me, Captain, why did your superiors confiscate the food?" Vito said softly beside Varrick. The Captain was frightened and stammered, "Sir, I can't, I will be killed." "

"I don't know what will happen to you next, but if you don't tell me now, I will have to pursue the rumors you just made about the Imperial Fists Chapter." Vito said and tapped the captain's waist with his finger. The latter looked at Vito with his eyes wide open in shock, his pupils trembling due to panic.

Vito looked at Varrick beside him with a smile and turned to look at the dock aside. He looked at the busy ground staff. The judge's palm slipped from the captain's shoulder, and as Vito's palm slipped , the captain's whole body twitched, and when Vito walked around behind him and appeared on the other side of him, the captain was so nervous that he almost had a cardiac arrest.

Vito raised one hand on his back, and gently lifted a corner of his windbreaker with the other hand, and pressed his fingers on the hilt of the sword on his waist, "Whether it is according to the battlefield regulations of your navy or the regulations of the Inquisition, Spreading heretical lies, destabilizing morale and making defeatist remarks are punishable by death.”

Vito gently pulled out the sword blade. He deliberately made the clatter of the scabbard loud enough that Captain Varrick could definitely hear it. The latter could indeed hear it and was scared half to death.

Seeing the cold sweat on Varrick's forehead again, Vito smiled and let go of his hand, and the sword hilt slipped back into the scabbard, "Of course, I can also ignore your mistake. If you tell me, now Regarding Terra's situation and why your superiors confiscated the food from me and the refugees whose safety I have guaranteed, I can also give you a certificate of appointment."

"Grant Captain Varrick, on behalf of the Inquisition, full responsibility for the refugee fleet, as well as the resettlement and supply maintenance of the battleship in front of you. From then on, you will work for the Inquisition, and anyone who gives you trouble will also They are causing trouble for me and the Inquisition."

Vito smiled and moved closer to Varrick's face. The latter looked at Vito's face, and Vito continued to smile with that smile. "So, what will you choose? Captain."

After speaking, Vito withdrew his body. He walked past the captain and walked in front of the three Astartes. Vito turned his back to the captain and seemed to be waiting quietly for the captain, who was holding the data in his hand. The board struggled for a while, his fingers clutching the data pad tightly, but he soon gave up under the extreme pressure.

The captain rubbed his forehead, raised his head to look at Vito's back and let out a long sigh, "Terra currently has insufficient food and drinking water reserves. As you know, Terra's food and water completely rely on transportation and transportation from other planets. supply, and now.”

"Due to the sudden attack of Chaos, all transportation lines were cut off, and Terra's material reserves were seriously insufficient." Vito said with his back to the captain. He turned his head slightly and looked at the captain behind him, who shook his head gently. shook his head.

"It's not serious, but simply not enough. The current food reserves are simply not enough to sustain the needs of the huge population on Terra. Therefore, the High Lords Council ordered that all food and water be collected, stored and guarded centrally, so that To make a “reasonable” allocation.”

Vito smiled and turned around. He looked at the captain in front of him with one hand on his hip. He pointed at the military police behind him, "So, your superior, the orbital defense chief, is listening to Captain Cole. We are starting from After Mars received the supplies, he made a fool of himself and planned to seize our supplies. "

"Let me guess where Terra's food and drinking water are stored."

"Palace, yes, my lord." The captain said softly, as if it was something that would make someone's head fall to the ground.

Vito turned to look at Eisenstein behind him, who also snorted contemptuously. Vito smiled mockingly and shrugged at the captain, "Beside the high lords, they hoard all the supplies. Next to my own palace, why am I not surprised at all?"

When the whole of Terra is in shortage of supplies and no one has enough to eat, those guys prioritize ensuring that they and the Terran nobles, elites and senior officials within the palace walls can survive, at least live longer and survive until the warp storm. Until one day things subside and Imperial reinforcements arrive to relieve the siege.

Obviously, the Director of Orbital Defense is also a member of these "priority protection" groups. Therefore, in order to live longer and live until they can continue to rule this vast empire as the imperial elite again, he will be very motivated for himself, Collect enough food for your elite companions.

"Since you are willing to help him collect supplies, I think you also have a place within the high walls of the palace, right? Captain Varrick, you have become a naval captain at a young age. This is not ordinary, and if I hadn't I remember wrongly, the surname Varrick is a noble surname, right?"

Vito looked at Varrick with a slightly sarcastic smile, and the latter lowered his head in shame. He nodded slightly and admitted this. Vito watched the captain raise his head slightly, and then nodded with satisfaction. .

"Very good, it looks like the situation is pretty much what I expected, but don't worry Captain, I won't execute you for this." Vito said and walked to the edge of the pier on one side. He stood on the edge of the void where the dock was located, Infinite Frontier. The trumpet is suspended in the void that opens here.

Vito lowered his head and looked down at the layers of orbits beneath the blue void shield. Terra's rings were surrounding the orbit of the planet. Vito's eyes looked through the complex surrounding rings to the surface below. , the surface covered by countless cities, the gorgeous urban area near the royal palace and the golden palace, the residential area of ​​Terra's elite.

They will survive until then. They are the elite of the empire and they have to survive. As for the civilians of the empire outside the wall, I think they are not in their consideration. It is ironic to say that all the places where Vito has been are facing siege. The planet, and its idiot rulers, would choose to do this, as if it would really allow them to live longer, instead of being killed by the angry revolting people before Chaos arrived.

And it's very stupid. It seems that the shortage of food and the threat of death have made these elites' brains a little worse than before. Now that they are stupid enough to start paying attention to the supplies of the Inquisition.

Vito smiled contemptuously. He walked to the captain. He stood beside him with his hands behind his back and looked at the huge mechanical arm above his head. The mechanical arm that locked the Infinite Frontier and the dock had an eye-catching Mechanicus symbol. A mechanical skull is branded on the side of the robotic arm, with gears and Mars symbols surrounding it.

"When I went to Mars, the Mechanicus provided us with supplies. I guess that Mars has sufficient food and drinking water reserves. After all, according to the habits of those oilers, they will store more data redundancy in addition to the calculated amount of supplies for the "safe" period."

"Mars should have stored a lot of war supplies over the years, enough to share with Terra. Tell me, Captain, have you not contacted Mars?"

Vito turned his head slightly and looked at Captain Varrick on the side. The latter looked at the data board in his hand in silence for a moment, and then looked around, which made Vito laugh speechlessly.

"Everyone around here is our own people. If you think that you and I are in the same group, Captain, so just say it directly." Vito walked up and pressed the superior's shoulder. After thinking for a while, the latter chose to speak. He looked into Vito's eyes.

"I heard from my father that the Martians refused the request for food distribution. The Forge General required Mars to protect itself first. Not only did they refuse the distribution of food and drinking water, they didn't even send a ship or a Skitarii brigade to Terra to help. They all concentrated back to Mars."

"According to him, they must prioritize the protection of the sacred intellectual heritage. As for Terra, may the Emperor bless us." The captain sighed helplessly. Vito smiled with undisguised contempt after hearing this. He snorted and raised his head slightly.

"And he completely ignored that if Terra fell, their small planet would be doomed after the Emperor's death. Mars is so close to Terra that it is impossible to expect any self-protection, unless Abaddon has a brain injury, or he has a way to make Abaddon treat him as his own, otherwise..."

Vito suddenly stopped talking here, his smile gradually solidified, and then soon turned into a gloomy expression. The captain on the side looked at Vito with a different expression, and at the same time there was some fear. He looked at Vito very cautiously.

"Mr. Inquisitor, is there any problem?"

Vito looked at the captain with a cold face, then patted the frightened captain on the shoulder, "No, nothing, at least it has nothing to do with you, and, I keep my word, you are mine now, and so are you."

He said and looked at the military police behind the captain, they all nodded in response, in all senses, being the Inquisitor's attaché is a good thing, this not only can prevent them from being retaliated by people on Terra for leaking secrets, but also can get a stable supply in the current situation of shortage of supplies and famine may come at any time. With Vito's current abundant supplies, they will have a greater chance of surviving after the war.

So yes, they hit the jackpot.

Vito smiled at the military police who did not hide their joy. He patted his superior on the shoulder and walked away along the road of the dock. The captain looked at Vito's back as he left, and soon saw Eisenstein and the other two Astartes following him. Looking at the three people walking away, the captain breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked to the ground staff on the side and shouted.

"You lazy bones! Get moving, I am in full charge here now!"

Vito led the three people along the dock and stopped after walking a distance. After Vito stopped, he turned his head and looked at the captain who was commanding the ground staff and shouting in the distance.

Vito's expression was not very good. The smile on his face that was usually on his face disappeared. He looked coldly at the busy ground staff in the distance. Eisenstein stopped beside Vito, took off his helmet, and the company commander showed his face and looked at Vito in front of him.

"There's something wrong with the Mechanicus, right?"

"Yes, damn, the situation in the solar system is worse than I thought. These idiots are awesome." Vito rubbed his forehead speechlessly. He complained in a low voice and looked up at Eisenstein in front of him.

"I'm going to Antarctica. You stay here and keep an eye on our stuff. Don't let anyone you don't trust on board. If there are any idiots who want to steal our supplies, kill them."

"Yes, Marshal." Eisenstein looked at Vito who turned and walked along the dock into the distance. He raised his arm after walking a long distance. He looked at his lit communicator, "Helen, drive the Aquila out."

Eisenstein looked at Vito who was going away. His figure gradually disappeared at the end of the busy dock, and disappeared at the end of the steam and various operating machines.

The captain was silent for a moment and put on his helmet again. He turned and nodded to his two brothers, then walked towards the deck door of the Infinite Frontier with his chainsaw sword. The two brothers followed him and walked along the edge of the dock towards the battleship. They all knew that a storm far greater than expected was coming, and the solar system would once again be engulfed in blood, the blood of traitors.