Chapter 464 Rebirth From the Ashes: Dangerous Will

Someone once asked Felix K. Svalk what was the most important talent for a sergeant? His answer was that first of all, you need to have a loud enough voice. This goes without saying. Only if your voice is loud enough can dozens or hundreds of people under your command hear your orders and requests.

He still remembered that a young trainee officer once asked him, "Sergeant Felix, we obviously have a loudspeaker or a servo skull to use, why do we have to shout rudely in person?"

Felix remembered that he answered, "You can do that, but neither the loudspeaker nor the servo skull can make you greet the soldiers' maternal relatives and curse their next generation, and when you give orders, they will understand and obey them."

This is the case now, Felix K. Svalk is shouting loudly , giving orders in a rude and vulgar way, "Hurry up! You Tau bastards! Hurry up! You've been delayed long enough! Hurry up! Hey! You, Turuk, yes, that damn bastard, get that Chimera moving!"

Tuluk squatted beside a Chimera and turned back complainingly. He was repairing the armored vehicle. It broke down at a very bad time. It suddenly broke down when the entire army was evacuating, blocking the middle of the passage, forcing the entire armored convoy to stop. The infantry could only line up on both sides to go to the heavy transport ship in front.

But it's not its fault. After all, this unfortunate Chimera had just gone through a long, three-day non-stop battle. During this period, it only stopped for a short time to refuel. The same was true for his crew.

"Sergeant, why are we in such a hurry to leave? We just came back from that place whose name I can't pronounce, and we haven't even had a nap yet, and we have to leave again?"

"It's late at night now, can't we retreat in the morning? For example, at noon?" "Shut up, you bastard from the Eldar Province! What you have to do is obey orders, not question them! Get your broken car moving! The whole army must complete the evacuation before dawn!"

Felix shouted loudly, he grabbed a yawning and lazy guard soldier who was walking by, and pushed him roughly into the huge hatch behind him, where many people were boarding the ship, armored vehicles and tanks were in the center, and infantry passed on both sides.

Similar scenes are very common here, and heavy transport ships landed everywhere around, packing hundreds of thousands of soldiers, their weapons and equipment, and luggage on board, and then flying into the sky.

"Hurry up! We'll set off at dawn! Hurry up! Don't force me to whip you!"

Felix K. Svalk really has a good voice. His voice is loud enough to be compared with dozens of voice-boom servitors. The sound is loud enough for everyone at the landing site to hear, even Vito above his head.

He was the initiator of this hasty evacuation. Most of the soldiers were forced to retreat in the middle of the night because of his decision, but it was also a last resort, because every minute they were delayed here, there might be an imperial world that died, including God knows how many residents.

Abaddon's bloody expedition is still going on. There is no need for terrifying star language warnings from all directions, nor does it need the herald to add fuel to the fire. Just look up at the sky and you will know.

The huge crack is still hanging high in the sky, emitting a terrifying light to the surroundings, like a big hand trying to swallow all the stars around it.

Vito didn't have time to waste here any more. More empires were in urgent need of reinforcements, so after clearing the rebellion on this planet, he immediately ordered the entire army to retreat immediately.

This brought more annoying troubles. The troops that had just been fighting the remaining rebels in various parts of the planet needed to be urgently transferred back, and their transport ships, the recovery of all weapons and equipment, and the task of distinguishing whether various places needed to continue to be stationed and eliminating resistance swept Vito like a hurricane.

Not to mention the preparations for the departure of the entire fleet, the destination of all warships, the allocation of tasks, the coordinated deployment of the Astartes and the Imperial Navy, and the supply work before the huge war consumption.

Those warships can still continue their combat missions, and those need to go to the nearest forge world for repairs, contact with the Mechanicus, how to return to the team after repairs, etc. The busy affairs kept Vito busy for two days and two nights. Not only did the soldiers below not sleep, but he didn't sleep either.

He had just dealt with the selection of the new governor of the planet, and finally selected a suitable successor from a large number of candidates. Well, maybe not the most suitable one, but Vito didn't have time to find another one, so let it be.

Thus he had time to catch his breath, and then left the meeting room, came to the balcony to breathe the cold night air, let it enter his lungs, which immediately made his tired nerves and numb brain better. Our tired marshal leaned on the stone handrail on the balcony and looked around at the night.

"This is the last step, now we can leave." Olaf said behind him, he approached and left the boring environment inside the meeting room. They have been here for two days, or even longer. Everything here is no longer surprising, and can even be called disgusting.

"Thank God, I can finally leave this hell and join more wars, but that is more desirable than arguing with these bureaucrats."

Vito made no secret of his irritation and resistance to the quarrels with the bureaucrats and civil servants these days. In fact, what annoyed Vito the most was not their arrogance and contempt, but the endless nonsense, or farts, self-promotion, and mutual exchanges. They mocked each other in front of him to take credit for themselves and strive for power and his favor.

But they were wrong, Vito didn't favor them at all, he didn't even bother to stay in the same room with them, or rather he would rather have the Space Marines zap them all and throw them out of the window.

"Ah, fortunately you and Bell are here, otherwise I would have gone crazy. Where is Ragnar? What is he doing?" "As far as I know, Ragnar is organizing the retreat of the battle group. He is very active and has already "Go back to the track first." "Ha, I think it should be called running away before trouble comes."

He looked down at the bright lights of the evacuating army below. The planet's ground starport had long been unable to handle the evacuation of such a large army. It had become very crowded, with people and vehicles huddled together. Curses and quarrels arose one after another. Political commissars were needed to lead The gendarmerie was whipping and cursing everywhere to maintain order.

So the follow-up troops were evacuated here on the vast plain outside the Vlasov Fortress. The landing ship landed directly here, using spotlights and tall hulls to form a temporary airport, allowing the huge army to land. The ship evacuated.

The light of the army's ranks extends to the end of the earth. The evacuation of the entire army must be completed overnight. The sergeant major and commanders will still be busy tonight. At least before dawn rises, they will definitely not be able to sleep. .

"Where's Ragnar? Is he still angry?" Olaf shrugged slightly, "Still angry, the Alpha Traitor Legion suddenly retreated, leaving him with no chance to fight. Although he killed several traitors, Ragnar was still angry. "Excellent, extremely angry."

"Don't worry, we will find a new outlet for him soon. Let's continue organizing the evacuation. We will set off tomorrow." Vito said and looked to the other side. Olaf also looked there and saw The visitor nodded slightly and prepared to leave, but quickly stopped.

"We haven't received any news from Judge Lilith. She hasn't come back." After Olaf said that, Vito fell into silence for a moment. The old wolf could not see any obvious anxiety, worry or anything else on his face. Either he hid his emotions too well, or he really wasn't worried.

He also said this verbally, "Don't worry about her, she has experienced more bad things, not least this time, go ahead." "As you command, my lord."

Olaf left, and he passed by the approaching Inquisitor Horsenst. The latter glanced at the tall Space Marine passing by, and then came to Vito and bowed, "My lord."

"Horsenst, I'm glad you're here. Is everything going well?" "Everything goes well, sir. The rebels have been eliminated."

Hossenst had been absent from the main battle of the fortress before. He was sent to the other end of the planet by Vito to deal with the enemies in the arms warehouse there. That was the most important place on the entire planet. All the ammunition in the fortress world and Weapons are stored there, providing much-needed supplies for any troops passing through.

And if it is not captured, even if the fortress eventually falls, where can the remaining rebels get weapons and ammunition, and carry out guerrilla warfare on the planet's wasteland for decades or even centuries, leaving the planet's The new Governor-General's administration was troubled.

Vito didn't like these governors, and he didn't care about their mood, but he cared about the ammunition and weapons there, what he needed, and he needed to leave here immediately after the battle of Vlasov and go fight elsewhere. , and the contents of the ammunition depot became the key, which could allow his troops to immediately recover and prepare for new battles.

So Hossenstedt was sent to deal with this matter. He did a good job. Through false surrender, seduction and infiltration, he succeeded in capturing the enemy without spending a lot of money when the enemy threatened to blow up the arsenal and kill them all if they attacked. arsenal.

"You did a good job. As I heard, you are a good judge." "Thank you for the compliment, sir." Eisenhorn acted very modestly. He was not like this usually. As a judge, He was somewhat proud, as were any inquisitors, who rarely showed obedience, or even lowered their heads.

They are the messengers of the Emperor, the secret sword of the Empire. No one can make the Inquisitor bow except the Emperor himself. Except for him, Vito Constantine, from any angle, he is enough to make the most unruly people bow. The unruly judge lowered his head and listened silently to his orders.

"Where are you going next?" Vito asked. "The order from the Tribunal requires me to go to the planet Calsolm to assist the local governor in finding and annihilating possible Chaos cults. Of course, if you allow me, I will Happy to be with you and continue to serve you. ”

"Very good, cancel the order given to you by the Tribunal. Now there is a new task for you. There is no written order, and no third person will know about this order. Do you understand?"

"Understood, sir, I am waiting for dispatch."

"Very good. I ask you to find the Lord of Gold. Once you find his whereabouts, report to me directly. Before that, all orders are cancelled. This is a top-secret mission. Do you understand that it is confidential? Even Guilliman, You have to hide it too."

Vito's words made Eisenhorn somewhat puzzled, and also alert. Did he need to keep secrets from Robert Guilliman? Was this some kind of political confrontation, power game or something similar?

Eisenhorn looked up and happened to look into Vito's eyes. The golden eyes made him look away uncomfortably. After a moment of silence, Eisenhorn mustered up the courage to speak, "Can I know why, sir?"

"Why?" "As the executor of the mission, I need to know the purpose of the mission so that I can respond correctly when the situation changes suddenly."

He explained so, but the reason was so weak that Eisenhorn began to regret it after he said it. How could he expect to use such a weak reason to prevaricate him, Vito Constantine, the founder of the Inquisition and the Assassin's Court?

Not to mention the rudeness and transgression, the curiosity he exposed, and even the behavior that could be interpreted as ambition, any of which was enough to make him die here. In fact, Eisenhorn began to feel a chill on the back of his neck. He knew what kind of chess game he had just intervened in.

But Vito did not do that. He just stood there in silence for a while, neither drawing his sword nor crushing his head. "Your reasons are not sufficient, but, okay, I will tell you."

This surprised Eisenhorn very much. He was happy and terrified at first, but soon he realized that he was too happy too early. If Vito told him the secret hidden behind the mission, then he would have become a chess piece on the chessboard, picked up by the big men to fight, and there was no possibility of withdrawal.

Eisenhorn began to seriously consider whether to withdraw his request and not listen to the dangerous purpose of the mission, but his curiosity finally overcame his fear, and he pricked up his ears and listened attentively.

"You found the name of the Yellow King, right? Do you remember his name?" "Of course, sir, Constantine Valdor." "Then, do you know whose name it is?" "Sir?"

Eisenhorn looked up alertly. Of course he knew, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. That was absolutely heretical and would bring disaster to himself, but Vito finally helped him say it out.

"The commander of the Imperial Guards, the Emperor's attendant, and you also found out what he was looking for. Now do you understand why it is kept secret?" Vito said coldly, with a cold warning in his voice. Eisenhorn understood, he knew why even Guilliman had to deceive and conceal.

The Emperor's Guards will defend the safety of the Emperor and stop any threat to him at all costs, but their leader, the commander, is looking for ways to defeat or even kill him. If this news spreads like wildfire and is known to the outside world, what a terrible political effect it will bring.

That would be a great earthquake that would affect the entire empire. The most loyal guards would become traitors, and Vito, who they supported, would purge the High Lords Council. Then all these actions would change completely, from loyalty to suspicion of betrayal. Did the order to dissolve the High Lords Council really come from the Emperor, or was it fabricated by the Guards?

Then, what would Vito, who they supported, be like? Just thinking of this, Eisenhorn didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Eisenhorn's face was pale, and he looked bloodless. He stopped at the edge of further thinking in fear, as if taking another step would lead to molten lava, an abyss, and an eternal damnation. Vito in front of him looked at him coldly.

"Now, do you understand?" Vito asked coldly. Eisenhorn nodded and buried his head. "I understand, sir, I swear I will keep it secret." "Very good, go find him now. If you have any news, come to see me directly. Apart from that, you know what to do."

"Yes, sir, everything is clear. Can I leave now?" Eisenhorn now has only one thought, which is to leave here quickly. He now knows how big a political whirlpool his curiosity has put him in, but his curiosity is still going on. He cursed his curiosity, and a terrible idea emerged in his mind.

He began to think, Vito and Waldo have such a close relationship, not only because they both have Constantine in their names, but also because they are friends, close friends, and even brothers. What is the purpose of Vito asking him to find Waldo himself? Is it for what he has mastered.

Eisenhorn felt a chill in his heart all over his body. He raised his eyes slightly and saw Vito's eyes. The cold eyes instantly made him feel like falling into an ice cave. Did he find his own thoughts?

Eisenhorn couldn't help but tremble all over. He seemed to feel that death was approaching. His neck felt cold and his heart beat faster and faster, just like a war drum in battle, being violently beaten by the drummer.

Vito looked at him coldly, and turned his head after the suffocation lasted for a long time. He walked to the balcony, "Go down, do what you should do, do what you think is right."

"Yes, sir, I will take my leave for now." Eisenhorn's throat seemed to be strangled by the suffocation, like a disappearing whirlwind, dissipating without a trace. He took a few steps back and turned around and walked away quickly, not daring to stay for a moment.

But after walking a few steps, the suffocation still lingered in his heart, and it never dissipated for a long time. His soul was also branded with fear.

On the balcony behind him, Vito looked down at the army below. He glanced at the golden statue of the emperor on the high wall of the fortress beside the balcony, and raised his head silently to look at the dark night sky. Some thoughts flashed in his eyes among the stars.