Chapter 122 Showdown and Planning

"Is this the plan you mentioned?"

On the bridge of the Inquisitor Erlanti's ship, the Heart of Honor, the Inquisitor Rhine was waving the document in his hand angrily.

"How dare you! "Disciplinary action?" "Ha! This is a joke! Who gave you the right! Who are you going to discipline? This is a clear violation of the neutrality principle of the Inquisition! You will pay the price!"

Rhine loudly rebuked Erlanti in front of him, but the latter did not care about Rhine's stormy anger.

After Rhine vented his emotions, he slowly told the fact that made the other party even more angry:

"Of course I dare, some things in this era, there is no need to stick to the rules. And of course I am not alone, behind me, there are us."

"That is an Astartes regiment! They belong only to the Emperor himself!" Rhine continued to angrily point out the usurpation of these ambitious people.

"We are also servants of the Emperor. When the Emperor cannot lead them, we lead them and serve the Empire better. Isn't that good?"

"Who gave you the right!"

"Who? Do you need it? We are originally members of the High Lords' Council. You know the meaning of the High Lords' Council, don't you? Do you need me to repeat it to you?"

Eranti paced his steps contentedly, and spoke out the words in his mouth slowly and clearly:

"Under the command of the Holy and Great Emperor of the Empire, we, headed by the Imperial Prime Minister Malcador, will unify and govern all matters within the Empire, prepare to collect tax sources from all the worlds under our jurisdiction, to support the needs of the front during the expedition..."

He slowly repeated this After reading the top-secret documents recorded in the archives of many initial units of the Unification Council, such as the Imperial Ministry of the Interior, the Star Language Court, and the Military and Political Department, he stopped and turned to look at the absent-minded Inquisitor Rhine, and said word by word:

"The Emperor cannot serve; the Imperial Prime Minister Malcador has already died; the Primarchs have died one after another. So now we, the High Lords Council, can represent the will of the Imperial Unification Council, and the Inquisition is the chief! We do not need any authorization! We are the Empire!"

"No! Impossible! You cannot represent the entire Inquisition, and the people behind you are the same!"

Rhine insisted on his last belief. He never believed that the Inquisition would reach such a rebellious consensus from top to bottom.

He never believed that the Empire has survived all the way to this day, and there is not even a person with pure ideals in the entire Inquisition.

Erlanti smiled proudly after hearing Rhine's words:

"Of course I can't represent, but being able to represent at a certain point in time is enough for us."

"You!" Rhine pointed at Erlanti's figure with trembling hands, and he finally understood his intention.

This group of people certainly can't represent the Tribunal with many members and complicated factions.

But as Erlanti said, it's enough for them to represent the will of the Tribunal at a certain moment and in a certain corner.

They can completely take advantage of the shortcomings of the entire Tribunal's slow response, information isolation and lack of mutual control, and replace their own people at a certain key node.

If not, then erase the discordant voice and replace their voices.

For example, Stadler who inexplicably became the Lord Inquisitor, such as here.

At this point in the conversation, the bloody smell can no longer be concealed.

At the critical moment of life and death, even if he doesn't believe it anymore, Inquisitor Rhine needs to try to struggle for the innocent people on the planet under his feet.

"Then why did you give me this document?"

Inquisitor Rhine, who had already smelled some ominous meaning, waved the document marked "Discipline Action" in his hand.

He took advantage of the situation and pretended to accidentally let go of the document in anger. While blocking Erlanti's sight, his other hand reached for the pistol on his waist.

But it was too late.

The other party's conspiracy was already prepared, and the intention to kill him was naturally throughout.

The paper flying in the air had not yet landed, and his hand reaching for his waist froze in the middle.

It was not that he didn't want to continue, but the plasma pistol in the hand of an Astartes warrior who had not participated in the conversation, that is, the third captain of the malicious warrior, Yutas, had been pointed firmly at his head in silence.

It seemed that considering that he was not wearing a helmet, Yutas, who was worried that the bullet would penetrate, tilted his head, lowered his hand slightly, and finally locked Rhine's chest.

The white paper slowly succumbed to the force of gravity and fell on the black floor. The black boots under Erlanti's red robe also walked through the scattered documents on the ground and came to Rhine.

He said to Rhine in a martyr's tone:

"Because I don't want my former comrades to die in confusion."

Boom!

Rhine, whose entire chest was melted and a big hole was opened, fell down softly. His highly modified body could not continue to stand under such injuries.

Life was passing away rapidly from his body, and unwillingness and regret filled his last consciousness.

"I thought we were comrades..." This was his last groan and question.

"We used to be." When facing such a scene, Erlanti was also serious as if he was participating in some kind of ceremony, and the sacrifice of the ceremony was the former comrade in front of him.

"But since you betrayed our interests, it is no longer."

It was like an explanation to the dead Rhine, and also like an excuse for himself.

Eranti knew that the other party was dead and could not hear his voice, but he still finished the speech.

"My lord, what should we do next?"

The voice of Jutas came from the Mark VI helmet he was wearing. The yellow paint made this burly Astartes have a strong presence in the room.

"Send the last ultimatum to the surface! Order those stubborn elements to immediately lay down their weapons and accept reorganization!"

Eranti did not even turn his head and conveyed his will to his loyal dog.

"Yes! But what if they continue to resist to the end?"

Jutas, who bowed his head and surrendered to the Inquisitor, looked both terrifying and funny.

The terrifying thing was that he had no psychological burden in the previous murder, just like drinking water, and the funny thing was that his posture with Erlanti, a mortal, was so weird at this time.

A 2.5-meter-tall heavy armored knight was humbly bowing to a mortal who was less than 1.8 meters tall. What a weird picture.

"Then destroy them! Since we can capture the first descendant of the Blood Angel, we can naturally capture the second one. If we can't get it, let him be destroyed."

"Their home planet?" Yutas was still a little worried.

"Don't worry! Someone has already dealt with it. As long as we open fire here, we can also clean up the other side."

"Your will!"

Yutas bowed and left, under the gaze of Erlanti. But what Erlanti didn't see was the bloody smile under Yutas' helmet.

Only Inquisitor Erlanti was left on the empty bridge. He also seemed to be bored after the murder and lost interest in staying.

"We must be right, we will definitely re-establish a new order!"

Erlanti hypnotized himself like this, he strode over the dead Rhine's body and walked out, as if he had stepped over a prison that had been binding him.

First update.