Chapter 29 The arrival of the envoy and the resolution of confusion
The air in the conference room deep in the Corridor of the Holy Word was extremely quiet, and several cardinals were still standing there silently, annoyed by their failure to do their duty.
The supreme manager's rare anger and accusation reminded them that although the person in front of them was usually amiable, he was, after all, the number one person under the Holy See.
"Your Majesty, the matter has come to this. The most urgent thing to consider is not how to deal with their dereliction of duty, but how to face the problem of His Excellency the Grand Inquisitor..."
Clarence, another Cardinal in charge of clerical work, broke the silence and spoke to Saratan, who was still in a rage.
Ophelia No. 7, as the de facto capital of the state religion, is not just a large parish.
On the basis of ordinary parishes, as the second core after Terra, it also undertakes the educational affairs of the two major star regions bounded by 3 and 4 on the entire empire's star chart.
In addition to the promulgation of religious orders, the study of doctrine, the training and promotion of clergy, diplomacy with outside forces and the operation of the Order of Fighting Sisters all rely on the huge clerical institutions here.
There are sixteen cardinals under Saratan who are responsible for work in these directions, and every 10 years, new cardinals in the entire Anglican Diocese will also undergo a century-long training here.
The 32 cardinals responsible for the blessing ceremony are part of these newcomers, and the person responsible for presiding over the ceremony is another senior cardinal under Saratan.
This is the true status of the Supreme Administrator in the state church. Since Sebastian Toll established the Cardinal Office in Ophelia, the title of Supreme Administrator has been de facto under one person within the state church.
Take the overall picture.
The competition surrounding this position is no less than that of the papal crown. On the contrary, without the pope's binding rules of conduct, the supreme administrator with greater power and hidden behind is more favored by the cardinals.
Saratan did not want to pay attention to the criticisms among his subordinates. At this critical moment, Clarence's suggestion was obviously more in line with the interests of the state church as a whole.
He glanced at Clarence approvingly, and with the other person humbly lowering his head, he turned the topic to Calvin's arrival.
"Where is the Grand Inquisitor's envoy?"
He asked loudly and picked up the gorgeous scepter on the table. After the silent entourage behind him put a velvet cloak inlaid with platinum on his shoulders, the 190-year-old man turned his head first and faced the meeting.
Walk outside.
The cardinals followed his steps, and the one in charge of diplomacy quickened his steps and reported in a low voice half a step behind Salata:
"At this time, we should have arrived at the star port."
"Well, let's go, let's go and greet you first..."
Sarata did not comment, glanced at the bishop with deep eyes, and led the team forward.
At the top of the Crown of Faith starport, the artificial atmosphere is being stably restrained by the gravity generator in a vacuum environment.
Hundreds of monks of the state religion, wearing gorgeous robes, stood quietly on the huge platform extending outward, waiting for the leading envoys of Lord Terra.
The square made of steel is several kilometers in size, but against the shining starry sky it is just a speck of dust in the universe.
Tuttle Xia, wearing a bishop's red robe, stood at the front of the welcoming queue, quietly gazing at the bright Milky Way.
There began to be strange noises in the air ahead. Under the watchful eyes of the clergy, the waves of psychic energy intertwined with lightning, and stopped abruptly at the most intense moment.
After the incandescent flames flickered, five tall, extraordinary steel angels appeared in the eyes of the mortals present.
This group of Astartes wearing red power armor are all over 2.5 meters tall, far exceeding the average standard of Astartes in Tuttle's perception;
The leader of the warrior is even more exaggerated. When standing in front of a mortal with a 3-meter-tall body, the tallest Tuttle can only reach his chest.
The five giants descended in the descending lightning, and after checking their surroundings for the first time, they lined up and walked in the direction of Bishop Tuttle.
Astartes? That rumor seems to be true...
Tuttle Summer has no time for reverie.
With a tap of the preacher's staff in his hand, the pallet-like anti-gravity preacher held him up and floated towards the oncoming giants.
The crowd behind them also received the prompt and followed the steps of the archbishop to greet him.
"With the blessing of the God and Emperor, on behalf of the Cardinal Office of the Imperial State Church in Ophelia, we would like to welcome the envoys from afar."
He stopped ten meters away from these giants and bowed slightly to show respect.
The giants also stopped and looked down at Tuttle's clothes and the half-foot-high crown on his head.
"Mortals, we bring the will of the Supreme Lord."
Cold voices came from under the equally cold helmet. With the help of a loudspeaker, these voices were deep and penetrating.
The huge visual impact made the bishop, like the mortals behind him, excited to witness these emperor angels up close.
They rarely have the opportunity to negotiate with the Astartes, and their understanding of the Emperor's Angels is limited to the surface.
Painting is the only way for mortals to distinguish Astartes. As for the detailed power armor models and weapons and equipment, they know nothing.
Alan Janus looked down at the people in front of him, and a feeling of role-playing emerged spontaneously.
The red paint on the holy shield-type power armor he wore gave him a strange and fresh experience;
But he was on a mission, and this subtle feeling flashed through his mind before being replaced by the content of the mission.
"Lord Calvin doesn't care about the celebration ceremony, but he will still arrive on time and attend.
He ordered me to greet the Supreme Administrator on his behalf and ask if the reserved war group's weapons are in place."
"Understood..." Tuttle responded in a low voice, and then was stumped by Allen's second question.
"As for the arming of the battle group, I did not receive precise instructions before coming here. I also ask all the envoys to return to the ground with me to learn more."
"Yes."
Allen nodded yes.
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The lives of these mortals were always too complicated. He didn't want to understand their desires, but he could at least tolerate them.
As long as he can successfully obtain the reserved supplies and complete the mission, he doesn't mind giving these mortals more time.
The group of people walked quietly to the orbital ladder of the star port, and returned to the Divine Grace City on the surface within half an hour.
"Good day! Dear envoy."
Sara Frank led a group of cardinals and met Alan Janus head-on at the entrance to the floating ladder of the City of Divine Grace.
"Good day, servants of the Emperor."
Allen looked at the old man in front of him and was surprised. This kind of super-standard welcoming team was not something he could enjoy as an envoy.
And his experience as a legion leader on the planet Krieg clearly taught him: When you treat others with courtesy, you must ask for something.
An unexpected incident occurred?
The content of this trip's mission flashed through Allen's mind, and after removing the red tape that they didn't care about, the problem could only lie in the batch of pre-ordered weapons.
"Weapons..."
"That batch of weapons..."
Saratan and Allen spoke out at the same time, and then stopped when they heard each other's voices.
Alan Yanusu's heart moved, and he thought that the problem was indeed here.
Saratan smiled bitterly in his heart. The other party's thinking was clear and he had found the root of the problem instantly.
"Yes, there are some problems with these weapons ordered by the Tribunal and the State Church..."
Facing Allen's scrutiny, the old man spoke with difficulty, but still finished the sentence completely.
"Destroyed? Or lost?"
In the psychic link, Calvin has received real-time feedback from Allen and immediately inquires about the details of the problem.
"Destroyed or lost?" Allen asked in a deep voice.
"Lost..." Saratan was silent for a moment, and then spat out this embarrassing answer from his mouth.
The position of Supreme Administrator was established on Ophelia No. 7 by the Pope who issued the "Doctrine of Submission". It has gone through more than 3,000 years and dozens of successors have performed their duties.
Saratan swore that this was definitely the most shameful scene in the history of this position; and that his tenure during which this issue occurred will definitely be recorded in the internal annotations of the Holy See.
"Understood, wait until I arrive."
Calvin gave Allen instructions after thinking for a while, and the latter immediately responded to Saratan.
The welcoming team merged with Allen and others and returned the same way, while Calvin on the Angel of Punishment fell into silence for a long time.
"This time, this place..."
Calvin was alone in the temporarily modified Titan delivery hall under the bridge. After canceling Titan's long-distance psychic delivery, he sat on the huge Titan base and thought about the news coming from the surface.
The problem of missing weapons can be big or small, but the bigger one is the leakage of the Heaven's Punishment weapon technology. But in Calvin's opinion, the principle of this weapon is extremely simple, and it is more of a unique structure that belongs to the Gray Knights. p>
Targeted solutions brought about by technology leaks are also easy to solve. It is nothing more than structural adjustment of the energy link and reselection of specific psychic frequency band solutions.
It's even more innocuous to say the least. The weapon inventory on Titan has long been saturated. Even if these weapons are sent to Titan's home planet, they will be placed in the legion warehouse to wait for their subsequent use.
But the time when this happened was very subtle, it happened to be on the eve of his return to Terra; the place where it happened was also very coincidental, it happened to be on Ophelia 7, which represented the Emperor's faith in Stormwind.
On top of the lighthouse in the star field.
How could there be so many coincidences! His biggest experience in his past and present life, which has lasted for more than a hundred years, is that coincidences happen at critical moments, but there are no coincidences!
He had to predict the worst possibility - someone was delaying his pace, someone didn't want him to return to Terra as scheduled...
Or perhaps, this place itself is part of the puzzle, and the other party's intention is to guide him to think in this direction. If he is eager to leave here at this time, then there will be a worse fate waiting for this beautiful world. "It's really..."
Calvin shook his head and decided to end this period of mental internal friction thinking.
He looked at the quiet bronze base at his feet, stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the armrest of the throne, using his spiritual energy to communicate with the machine soul inside.
"Big guy, what do you think?"
In the empty hall, on the base of the outer ring of the bronze throne, the solidified cables were silent for a few seconds, and then were filled with huge vibrations and psychic energy fluctuations.
After receiving Calvin's inquiry, this holy soul, which had been silent for a long time, gave Calvin's Ohm-Messianic response in its own unique way:
"Forward! The plasma reactor is burning!
The Emperor's eyes are upon you!
Move forward! The enemy is wailing in the hands of the World-Burner!
Only the blood of enemies can adorn the glory of the Emperor!
Forward..."
"Gan! I shouldn't ask you..."
Calvin poured psychic energy into the bronze base, comforting this guy who was once again fanatical. This psychic titan, which he named "Imperial Commissar", had obviously not fought for too long.
To be stained with the blood of its enemies is its original mission, and to destroy all enemies of the Emperor is the only desire in its soul.
Its huge body is hidden under the heavy deck that can be opened and closed, and only the base of the head is exposed in the center of the hall.
When you look up at the brightly lit end above, you will find a huge, thick armor several meters high that looks like a helmet, hanging on a dome more than ten meters high.
This is the second Titan maintenance hall that was renovated on the Angel of Punishment specifically for the daily maintenance and release of this Titan after the Soul Redeemer was injured.
This incarnation of the Om Messiah walking on earth has not had a chance to fight since the battle of the Hassan sector.
In order to appease its violent and fanatical machine spirit, Calvin, the only being who could communicate with it on an equal footing, had to come here regularly to have some "peaceful and friendly exchanges" with it despite the heavy workload on weekdays. Smiling helplessly, Calvin collected his emotions and walked out of the hall. The "Imperial Commissar" that had been "pacified" was still sending out emotions to him relentlessly:
"Be aware of the Emperor's motto: Contemplation breeds doubt, and doubt breeds heresy!"
"What the hell..."
Calvin smiled and looked back at the lonely throne, his expression frozen in a moment of thought.
"What you said makes sense!"
Calvin figured this out and laughed loudly at this stubborn but simple soul.
Since the road ahead is unclear, it is better to settle down. Before the enemy really shows his hands and feet, Calvin only needs to wait and see what happens and act according to his existing plan.
After understanding this, Calvin had no doubts and quickly issued instructions to the bridge:
Let the escort fleet prepare to set sail again as soon as possible, and at the same time inform Allen and others on the surface that the existing itinerary will not change, but everything will be simplified.
Under the protection of the entire fleet and hundreds of Gray Knights, he wanted to see who dared to interfere with his meeting with the Emperor again, and who was afraid of him communicating with the Emperor again. In the Titan Hall, which was once again empty, the sacred machine spirit of the Imperial Commissar was still unremittingly sending out battle roars;
And Calvin, who is far away from trouble and confusion, is preparing to face an unknown challenge.