Darkness...There is haze everywhere, darkness covered by thick fog...
The tall icon was toppled and destroyed, the emperor's faith was desecrated, the sacred Palatine eagle was polluted and twisted, and the people who were once protected by this faith were killed and injured.
Flames... once tall and magnificent buildings were reduced to ruins, prosperous cities were burned by fire in dense rainforests, and no bones of the imperial subjects who lived here were left, only embers and black smoke left after the ablation.
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Saratan looked at everything familiar and unfamiliar in front of him, knowing that this was the devastating disaster he had brought to Ophelia 7, the former pearl of the empire, after he failed in his duty as a servant of the emperor...
"No!"
Saratan groaned in pain and opened his eyes again under the gaze of Calvin and the imperial guards behind him.
The Supreme Holy See, which has returned to reality again, seems to have experienced a long period of suffering and has become old and weak in just a few minutes.
His dry and dark eyes looked at everything around him eagerly. Under the constant wash of reality, he finally convinced his consciousness to withdraw from the nightmare just now.
"How long have I been unconscious?"
"Not too long, based on standard Terra time, 296 seconds."
Calvin sat on the seat directly in front of the sofa, looking down at the old man lying on it. After hearing Saratan's question, he glanced at the servo screen that popped up on his left arm.
He answered the old man’s question seriously.
After experiencing such a major mental trauma, the old man's body was still too weak. He could not get up from the soft sofa for a while, so he had to move around with his dry eyeballs.
"My attendant..." He asked, looking at the bodyguard who fell to the ground.
"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, who was behind Calvin, took a step forward and explained the current situation to the old man in a low voice. After hearing the explanation, Saratan nodded helplessly, and then continued his wandering thoughts.
But Calvin couldn't wait that long. The light in his eyes flashed and he forcibly injected power into Saratan's soul. The latter shuddered under his stimulation, and then regained the clarity in his eyes after taking another breath.<
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"Listen, Lord Saratan, we don't have much time." Calvin said, looking at Saratan who had regained his senses.
"Yes... we don't have much time..." Saratan repeated Calvin's words mechanically, but then he suddenly woke up after understanding the meaning of this sentence.
As far as the eye can see, Calvin's penetrating gaze is still visible, as well as the tall, cold, sculpture-like bodies of the Imperial Guards.
"What do you want to do? Blockade the City of Divine Grace? But that will be a heavy blow to the image of the state religion..."
He knows the responsibilities of the Gray Knights, and he also knows that once these emperor's "scavengers" decide to intervene in the development of the incident, no matter whether they succeed or fail afterwards, they will definitely leave a lot of devastation.
"No, I won't block this place." Calvin's words relaxed Saratan's heart slightly, but the next words made him terrified.
"Because it's too late..."
"Emperor..." Saratan groaned in pain.
Calvin's judgment was not wrong.
On the contrary, his words eliminated the last chance of luck in Saratan's heart.
It was too late. When the weapons loss incident occurred and the 32 cardinals walked out of the Royal Hall without being controlled, Saratan had lost the only possibility to contain this conspiracy.
Several days have passed since they walked out of the King's Hall. Who knows their whereabouts?
Even if there are complete operational areas divided by functional authority within the state religion, who can guarantee that the pollution will not spread?
This is the terrible thing about chaos pollution.
A polluted soul is like a drop of sewage. Once the initial flow path is not controlled in time, when it is mixed into the crowd, it is like dripping into the endless ocean, and it can never be completely removed.<
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"You convinced me, I... obey your will." Saratan, who was exhausted both physically and mentally, looked at Calvin and finally lowered his heavy head.
"Okay, just do as I say..." After officially taking control of the entire incident, Calvin lowered his head, and after some thought, told his plan to the old man in front of him...
This conversation, which lasted no more than 10 minutes, ended after being "rested" and then awakened by the attentive attendant who "cleansed" the memory.
Saratan politely stood behind the door of the hall and said goodbye to the Imperial Guards under Calvin. Then, before the entourage outside the hall began to become anxious due to waiting, under the silent gaze of the Gray Knight Honor Guard, he looked towards the people outside the hall.
Go in the direction.
On the morning of the next day, at the invitation of the Battle Sister Commanders, Calvin and his entourage took an airship to the Holy Hermit Monastery located in the mountains and hills on the other side of the planet.
After having a friendly exchange with the commanders of the Sisters of Battle in the Holy Hermit Monastery.
The leader of the Imperial Senate, the most popular figure in the Imperial Tribunal, His Excellency the Grand Inquisitor Calvin, the Supreme Lord of the Empire, has successfully concluded his visit to the world of Ophelia No. 7.
The grand fleet regrouped inside the galaxy and began to prepare for the next step back to Terra.
There was also a small episode in the process, which was due to the conflicts that arose during the military parade between the commanders of the two founding groups, the Ultramarines and the Imperial Fists.
The Astartes battle barges under the jurisdiction of the two chapters "accidentally" occupied the supply berth belonging to the Imperial Navy at the port in the system.
As a result, the Grand Fleet's itinerary was delayed for three full days. As the protagonist of this "slap in the face gossip incident" that was loved by the public, Lord Calvin also clearly expressed his dissatisfaction with the two war groups on formal occasions.
Words.
A discussion about the relative importance of Lord Terra to the Chapter Astartes began among the people of Ophelia 7.
However, both parties, who were the protagonists of this incident, maintained a tacit silence after the incident that made the people understand.
Regardless of rumors or opinions, in a bustling atmosphere, Grand Inquisitor Calvin finally embarked on the journey back to Terra.
After the people of the Empire aboard Ophelia 7 held a grand farewell ceremony for the Lord of Terra who came from afar, this name that once appeared frequently in the streets did not escape the fate of being gradually forgotten.
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Planet Ophelia 7 has once again restored its former tranquility, and as the ruler and supreme administrator of this world, the life of His Majesty Cardinal Saratan of the Diocese of Ophelia seems to have returned to its usual routine.<
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But is that really the truth? Of course not.
Just a week after Calvin's fleet left the world of Ophelia No. 7, His Majesty the Supreme Administrator, His Majesty Saratan, unexpectedly learned something from his cardinal on a sunny morning that made him
Extremely "shocking" news:
The batch of Heavenly Punishment Weapons that disappeared for no reason, once again appeared without warning in the low-level King's Hall thousands of meters above the surface, just like when they disappeared.