Chapter 301: The Conspiracy, the Shadow Hidden in the Sunlight

Darkness... Everywhere was darkness covered by haze and thick fog...

The tall statues were toppled and destroyed, the Emperor's faith was profaned, the sacred Palatine Eagle was polluted and distorted, and the people who were once protected by this faith were killed and injured.

Flames... The once tall and magnificent buildings were reduced to ruins, the prosperous cities were burned to ashes in the dense rainforest, and the imperial subjects living here were dead, leaving only embers and black smoke left after burning.

Saratan looked at everything that was familiar and unfamiliar in front of him, knowing that this was the devastating disaster that he brought to Ophelia 7, the former pearl of the Empire, after he failed to perform his duties as the Emperor's servant...

"No!"

Saratan groaned in pain and opened his eyes again under the gaze of Calvin and the guards behind him.

The Supreme Throne, which returned to reality again, seemed to have experienced a long period of suffering, and became old and weak in just a few minutes.

His dry and dark eyes looked at everything around him eagerly. Under the constant washing of reality, he finally convinced his consciousness to withdraw from the nightmare just now.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"Not too long, 296 seconds in standard Terra time."

Calvin sat on the chair in front of the sofa, looking down at the old man lying on it. After hearing Saratan's question, he looked at the servo screen that popped up on his left arm and answered the old man's question seriously.

After suffering such a serious mental trauma, the old man's body was still too weak. He couldn't get up from the soft sofa for a while, so he had to use his dry eyes to wander around.

"My follower..." Looking at the close follower who fell to the ground, he asked.

"He was too excited, so we let him "rest" for a while to buy time for you to wake up. The conspiracy and crisis here are still lurking, and I need to keep the hall quiet to prevent the conversation here from being noticed by the enemy."

Nicholas behind Calvin took a step forward and whispered to explain the current situation to the old man. After hearing the explanation, Saratan nodded listlessly, and then continued to think in a scattered manner.

But Calvin could not wait that long. The light in his eyes flashed, and he forcibly injected power into Saratan's soul. The latter trembled under his stimulation, and then regained clarity in his eyes after the next breath.

"Listen, Lord Saratan, we don't have much time." Calvin looked at Saratan who had regained his sanity and said.

"Yes... We don't have much time..." Saratan mechanically repeated Calvin's words, but then suddenly woke up after understanding the meaning of this sentence.

What he saw was still Calvin's penetrating eyes and the tall and cold body of the guards of the imperial guards like a sculpture.

"What do you want to do? Block the City of Grace? But that will be a heavy blow to the image of the state religion..."

He knew the duties of the Grey Knights, and he also knew that once these "scavengers" of the Emperor decided to intervene in the development of the incident, then no matter whether they succeeded or failed afterwards, they would definitely leave behind a lot of scars.

"No, I won't block this place." Calvin's words made Saratan feel a little relieved, but the next words made him feel desperate.

"Because it's too late..."

"Emperor..." Saratan groaned in pain.

Calvin's judgment was not wrong.

On the contrary, his words destroyed Saratan's last fluke.

It was too late. When the weapons were lost and 32 cardinals walked out of the French Emperor's Hall without being controlled, Saratan had lost the only possibility of curbing this conspiracy.

It had been several days since they walked out of the French Emperor's Hall. Who could know their whereabouts?

Even if there were complete action areas divided by functional authority within the state religion, who could guarantee that the pollution would not spread?

This is the terrible thing about chaos pollution.

A polluted soul is like a drop of sewage. Once the initial flow is not controlled in time, when it is mixed into the crowd, it is like dripping into an endless ocean, and there is no way to completely remove it.

"You convinced me, I... obey your will." Saratan, exhausted physically and mentally, looked at Calvin and finally lowered his heavy head.

"Well, do as I say..." After officially taking control of the entire incident, Calvin lowered his head and told his plan to the old man in front of him after a little thought...

The entire conversation, which took no more than 10 minutes, ended after the follower who was "rested" and then "cleaned" his memory attentively woke up.

Saratan politely stood behind the door of the hall and said goodbye to Calvin's guards, and then walked towards the outside of the hall under the silent gaze of the Grey Knights Honor Guard before the followers outside the hall began to get anxious because of waiting.

The next morning, at the invitation of the commanders of the battle sisters, Calvin and his entourage took an airship to the Holy Hermit Monastery located in the mountainous hills on the other side of the planet.

After a friendly exchange with the commanders of the battle sisters at the Holy Hermit Monastery.

The visit of His Excellency Calvin, the leader of the Imperial Senate, the most respected person in the Imperial Inquisition, to Ophelia 7 has come to a successful conclusion.

The Grand Fleet regrouped within the system and began to prepare for the next journey back to Terra.

There was also a small episode in the middle, which was due to the conflict between the commanders of the two founding chapters, the Ultramarines and the Imperial Fists, at the military parade.

The Astartes battle barges under the two chapters "accidentally" occupied the material supply berth belonging to the Imperial Navy at the port in the galaxy.

The itinerary of the Grand Fleet was delayed for three days, and as the protagonist of this "face-slapping gossip incident" that was popular with the public, Lord Calvin also clearly expressed his dissatisfaction with the two chapters on formal occasions.

A discussion about which is more important, the Lord of Terra or the Astartes, thus began among the people of Ophelia 7.

As the protagonists of this incident, both parties maintained a tacit silence that made the people understand.

Whether it was rumors or various opinions, in a bustling atmosphere, Grand Inquisitor Calvin finally embarked on the journey back to Terra.

After the imperial people on Ophelia 7 held a grand farewell ceremony for the Terra Lord who came from afar, this name that once appeared frequently on the streets and alleys eventually did not escape the fate of being gradually forgotten.

Ophelia 7 has once again returned to its former tranquility, and as the ruler of this world, the life of His Majesty Saratan, the Supreme Administrator and Cardinal of the Ophelia Diocese, seems to have returned to its former blandness.

But is the truth of the matter really like this? Of course not.

Just one week after Calvin's fleet left the world of Ophelia 7, His Majesty Saratan, the Supreme Administrator, as expected, learned a very "shocking" news from his cardinal on a sunny morning:

The batch of Sky Punishment Stand weapons that disappeared for no reason once again appeared in the underground Hall of the King of Laws thousands of meters away from the surface without any signs, just like when it disappeared.

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