Chapter 265 The Beginning of the Legion, Objects From Calixis

In the 755.M39 of the Imperial Calendar, in the Hazy Star Region, the starport of Sepura Mundi, the famous industrial world of the Empire, is still prosperous.

Rows of spaceships are constantly flowing on the waterway, and the figures of wandering merchants and charter captains are active in every street and market in the small urban circle of the starport.

The vigorous business atmosphere and huge torrent of materials are like the blood of the giant Empire. Even the threat of the Eye of Terror is imminent, which cannot stop their vitality.

The rulers of the Empire are happy to see this happen, even if this steel city-state fixed on the orbit of a huge planet was originally built to serve the imperial soldiers in the direction of the Eye of Terror;

But as a gathering place for human populations in the endless starry sky, it cannot refuse the materials and desires brought by these people.

"Quiet! Keep order!"

The Syndicate raised his head secretly from the crowd, and then lowered his head again before the military police of the Ministry of Justice and the mechanical hound under his feet paid attention to him, and tightened the collar of the black coat he was wearing.

Under the lead-gray light of the artificial atmosphere dome, the synthetic fabric on his body was inconspicuous. After passing through the customs and walking among the crowd for hundreds of meters, he turned and disappeared behind an inconspicuous secret door.

"Secret order."

The syndicate, who was still squinting his eyes to adapt to the light in the dark, stiffened slightly;

At the same time as this sentence, the cold muzzle of a pump-action shotgun touched his ear.

W. Jacob V, it is said that the prototype came from the personal needs of a certain state church priest in the Storm Star Field. It is famous for its durability and multi-purpose bullets brought by the rifling of the gold-plated inside the barrel.

For centuries, this firearm was only used in a small area near the Storm Star Field.

It was not until an imperial commissar brought it from the Storm Star Field to Terra during a mission that this firearm became popular among the lower-level troops of the Empire.

As the imperial soldiers liked this simple and practical firearm, its various modifications and variants began to appear in various close combat units.

Hundreds of years later, the first five models were no longer in service in the front-line troops, but appeared in the wandering merchants and the black market.

It may not be powerful enough or the most modern now, but the low manufacturing cost has given it extremely strong vitality.

In addition to being equipped by those lunatics serving in Catachan, this gun is also the favorite of the hive men.

"The Glory of the Titan."

Pulling himself away from the memory of the battle in Cadia, the Syndicate kept his body still and uttered the two words in the most stable tone.

After the muzzle behind him was removed, he slowly turned around and looked at the gunman.

Under the greasy black hair was a big face full of flesh, with only one eye left, and the rest was occupied by seemingly simple and low-level transformation equipment;

The hunched body in the past stood straight in the dark, and the prosthesis on the right leg that was originally lame now seemed to be functioning normally.

"Old Dong... why is it you?"

The Syndicate had traveled to and from this starport countless times in previous missions.

But he really didn't expect that the bar prepared for the lower-level seafarers on this starport was actually the eye of the Inquisition.

"Accident? That can only prove your dereliction of duty. In addition, I know the words you were about to spit out in your first reaction 5 seconds ago. I will settle with you next time."

Old Bell, the owner and chief bartender of the seafarers' bar, took a puff of the low-quality tobacco in his mouth, and the sour and smelly smoke he exhaled was as annoying as the yellow teeth in his mouth.

The smile that he used to smile when he was doing business in the bar in the past has completely disappeared at this time. Instead, what appeared on the old man's face was the bone-chilling coldness that the Syndicate often saw in their mentors, which belonged exclusively to high-level inquisitors.

But this still greatly exceeded the cognitive limit of the new inquisitor.

The relationship with this old man was too familiar before.

If it weren't for the pendant with a skull and a Roman numeral I with three horizontal bars on his chest, the Syndicate would really find it difficult to connect the sloppy old man in front of him with the spy of the Inquisition.

Memories flashed through his mind, and the changes in the high-level of the Inquisition in the past few years emerged here one by one.

The "Supreme Master" in charge of the Calixis sector mysteriously disappeared on the way to Terra a few years ago. The "Master Council" waited for the new Grand Inquisitor to take office without a leader.

In the Inquisition in the sector, the seven most confidential secret halls of the Holy Hammer Order were systematically purged one by one within a year, and most of the 11 Grand Master-level Inquisitors who were in charge also disappeared.

The Syndicate, which was still an apprentice at that time, did not even have the qualifications to touch the edge of this storm, but enjoyed an early promotion "bonus" in the vacancy left after this purge.

And now the confidential matter of this special material transportation is his first mission as an independent Inquisitor.

But he did not dare to be proud, and even felt a little distressed.

This thing was directly ordered by the high-level of the Inquisition and was said to be specifically requested by the adult stationed in the Storm Star Field. It was too important for him.

Since being assigned this mission, the syndicate has not slept for hundreds of hours under the support of hormones, fearing any accidents on the way.

"Where is the thing?"

The contact person asked him.

"It's still on the ship."

The syndicate looked at the contact person in front of him, waiting for the other party to give the next order.

Whether this confidential item proposed from the inner court of the Calixis sector should be handed over or delivered to a farther place is a matter of his words.

"It's good to be here."

The old man spat the cigarette butt in his mouth onto the ground, raised his hand and pointed backwards, and under his guidance, the Syndicate found two giants that merged with the darkness.

The two nearly 3-meter-tall steel statues also responded to the old man's words, and their heads lit up with dark red eyes.

"They will then take other channels and board your black ship.

The garrison of supplies will be taken over by them, don't ask, don't listen.

This is a token for you to communicate with them. Except for you, anyone else who does not have this token will be killed once they approach the storage area of ​​supplies!

Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

The Syndicate nodded to confirm that this mission had begun to get out of his control, but in his eyes, this was a good thing.

"Well, your next target is temporarily Pisina. Keep silent throughout the journey. Go."

As he said, the old man took off the pendant on his chest and handed it to the Syndicate, indicating that he could go.

"Emperor above!"

After performing the Sky Eagle Salute, the Syndicate stood up, put away the token, turned around, opened the door curtain, and merged into the crowd outside the door again.

The two steel giants also walked towards the depths of the corridor in a few breaths later.

The black ship stranded outside the Sepra Mundi system started its engine again after receiving the returning Syndicate and the two Raven Guards who arrived later within a day, and disappeared into the vast starry sky.

First update, don't wait for me, there will be a second update later, the brushstrokes are being fully upgraded, so it is written very slowly.