Chapter 264 Booing, Parliament and Heretics and Traitors
High Charity is the political, economic, and cultural center of the Covenant Empire and their mobile capital.
Countless Jiralhanae, Grunts, Jackals and members of various races live in this "giant mushroom".
The most elite fleets of the Covenant Empire, including the "Holy Light Support", "Righteous Determination", and "Truth Guards", have joined together to defend the City of Charity.
Although this "mushroom" looks very bloated, in fact it can also jump and sail, but usually it conducts regular cruises within the territory of the Covenant Empire with the joint fleet that guards it, and the cruise area is also called the "Sanctuary"
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Unless they discover the relics of the forerunners, the aloof "ostrich" prophets will never leave their comfortable and comfortable city of Brotherly Love.
at this time.
A 5-kilometer-class combat aircraft carrier and six 1.7-kilometer-class cruisers formed a formation. It seemed that they had received some kind of order to speed up and leave the fleet, and arrived at the area on the edge of the "right" to park and wait.
It didn't take long.
A whirlpool exit emitting light purple suddenly appeared not far in front of the aircraft carrier formation.
Immediately afterwards, the cruiser piloted by elites such as Moore Linmir sailed out of the fault space and directly entered the range of the aircraft carrier formation.
When Moore and the others were about to leave the fault space, the combined fleet had already detected the location of the jump exit and dispatched an aircraft carrier formation to intercept it.
The two sides confront each other.
And inside the bridge.
"Supreme Captain."
Sitting on the floating chair on the right side of the center console, a white-armored elite looked at the screen in front of him and reported to Moore calmly in the language of the Covenant Empire:
"The opponent's artillery has locked onto us."
Hear the words.
Moore, who was also sitting on the floating chair, looked at the 5-kilometer-class aircraft carrier through the holographic porthole at the front of the bridge and ordered:
"Send a communication request to the other party, but do not take any action before doing so to avoid causing misunderstanding by the other party."
"Yes, Captain."
After receiving the instructions, the white-armored elites began to operate. Moore also left the captain's seat and walked to the center console to wait patiently.
soon.
A communication screen was displayed on the center console, and the captain responsible for commanding the mothership and the entire formation also appeared on the screen.
After seeing the appearance of the opponent's captain, Moore's calm demeanor changed slightly.
Because the opponent's captain was a Jiralhanae wearing red and gold armor, with an extremely strong physique, and was three meters tall.
"Roar---!"
Before Moore's four-petal mouth could open his mouth, the Jiralhanae roared at it.
This move instantly aroused dissatisfaction among the elites in the entire bridge, and some were so angry that they wanted to stand up, preparing to reprimand the Jiralhanae for its rudeness.
"Ouch..." But Moore raised his left hand to signal his subordinates not to act recklessly.
"Hahaha!!"
At this time, the Jiralhanae couldn't help laughing loudly, staring at Moore condescendingly, and said sarcastically:
"I thought who dared to come directly to the sanctuary. It turned out to be the supreme captain who was responsible for punishing the heretics, but was defeated and captured by the heretics.
Come on, Linmire, give us a reason not to burn you and your incompetent subordinates! Explain why you can return to the sanctuary!"
Seeing the arrogant look of the Ghost Faced Beast, even Moore could hardly control his emotions, but in the end he still suppressed his anger and said:
"I need to meet with the Supreme Council, and I will naturally explain everything, especially... the secrets about my god."
"My god?" Jiralhanae was stunned.
But he immediately waved his right hand and denied: "Ha! That's nonsense. They are just a bunch of trash who were captured by heretics and are now being released. What qualifications do they have to call me a god? What qualifications do they have to meet the Supreme Being..."
At this point, the Jiralhanae paused in his words, and looked away from Moore, looking at the other end with an obviously troubled expression.
At the same time, the center console also displays a communication screen.
I saw an elite wearing silver-white exquisite armor, a more ornate helmet with a more ornate crown, and a body that was much slimmer than his peers, appearing in the center of the screen.
"Captain Linmir." The silver-white armored elite looked down at Moore and said in a deep voice:
"The Supreme Council will listen to your excuse, but remember, this is your only chance to wash away your sins, and it is also an opportunity to wash away the shame of our clan. Don't let us down."
"Thank you, Councilor Ferem, for reminding me. Linmir will keep it in mind and promise that he will never let down our clan's expectations." Moore responded respectfully.
"Very good." After saying that, the congressman named Ferem ended the communication.
Due to the intervention of the superiors, the originally arrogant Jiralhanae's face, which was already dark, now became extremely gloomy, and it had no choice but to stop making excuses:
"Follow us and be prepared to meet the Supreme Council. I hope that the secret you discover can be a bargaining chip for you to continue to live. Otherwise...
I will apply to the prophets to serve as the executioner myself, and then I will also collect your heads and appreciate your despair before death over and over again, hahaha!"
With mocking words, the Jiralhanae unilaterally ended the communication screen, returning the bridge to its original state.
"Savage and shameless guys!" an elite said extremely angrily: "Their people can't even stand in front of the Astartes for a moment, so what right do they have to laugh at us!"
"Don't worry, as long as the congressmen know the truth, our clan will no longer need to continue to fight meaningless battles for the prophet and this ugly covenant empire."
Another elite tried to persuade him kindly, but his thinking logic was too direct and he always believed that as long as the truth was revealed, the Sangheili clan could return to their original state.
"That's right!"
However, this naive idea still won the approval of many comrades.
At this moment, the atmosphere on the bridge became a little more lively, and the elite crew continued to control the cruiser and keep up with the aircraft carrier formation in charge of the Jiralhanae.
“…”
Moore, on the other hand, remained silent after ending the communication. His solemn expression was incompatible with the atmosphere on the bridge.
It touched the screen of the center console with both hands and called up the layout of the City of Charity and the United Fleet. After just checking it for a few seconds, Moore discovered the difference in the Sanctuary.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! According to its impression, the fleets commanded by elites in the combined fleet should account for an absolute number, but now it has dropped sharply to about 30%, and the remaining 70% are "unfamiliar" ships using novel warships.
"fleet.
Even if Moore does not have the authority to obtain the recent transfer records, through the communication conversation just now, he can guess that the commanders of these "strange" fleets are most likely Jiralhanae beasts that cannot deal with their elite clan.
Not quite right.
Moore, who had been hinted by Sui Bian's spiritual power, and combined with the Prophet's long history of never intervening in mediating the rigid relationship between the elite and the Jiralhanae, became more and more certain that the Prophet wanted to make some "small" moves.
Think for a moment.
Moore sat back in the captain's position and said to a white-armored elite on the left: "Inform Losco and ask him to lurk in the ship for the time being, find an opportunity to sneak away, and hand over to Atai the evidence that the prophet deceived our clan.
Siwatu and Tirvadami.”
"This...is, Captain."
The white-armored elites didn't quite understand why Moore issued this order, but they still conveyed the order to a veteran in silver armor wearing optical camouflage in the hangar.
Shortly after.
Off-ship space.
The aircraft carrier formation led Moore's cruisers, passed through the outer perimeter of the Combined Fleet Group, penetrated deep into the interior, and finally arrived under the "cap" of the City of High Charity.
There is an extremely large rectangular valve membrane with a diameter of about ten kilometers and a width of about six kilometers.
The Jiralhanae formation, which completed its leading mission, changed direction according to the latest orders and returned to the mixed fleet to continue escorting.
At this time.
Four engineering ships that looked like ladybugs quickly sailed out of the City of Charity through the valve membrane from the inside to the outside, and were anchored at the four corners of the cruiser.
Buzz~—!
In an instant, the four engineering ships together formed an arc-shaped stance emitting pink light, completely enveloping and forcing the cruiser to pass through the valve membrane and enter one of the ports in the City of Charity.
Port interior.
All the buildings are mainly purple and pink, and are metal-textured buildings with facilities similar to human ports of call.
However, there is no mechanical arm that humans like to use to assist in fixing. However, the pink light stand in the docking facility can perfectly fix all kinds of warships and ships.
Four engineering ships consigned the cruiser to one of the docking facilities, and the facility's position was responsible for completely fixing it, causing Moore and the others to completely lose control of the ship.
Immediately afterwards.
A corridor-like passage stretches out from the left side of the facility and is connected to the starboard hangar of the cruiser.
Inside the hangar.
The edge of the air valve.
Moore and more than thirty elites did not carry any weapons and waited quietly for the Glory Guard responsible for escorting them to approach.
I saw more than two hundred Honor Guards wearing red and orange ceremonial-style armor, divided into two rows, walking into the hangar in neat steps.
This group of elites responsible for protecting the Supreme Council are all one-in-a-million existences. Whether it is martial arts or combat experience, they have reached the pinnacle of their elite clan.
Come to the hangar.
The first guard commander holding an energy halberd looked around, and then said "Ouch~" in a calm tone.
Upon hearing the signal, the hundreds of guards quickly left the team and divided into several groups to go deep into the interior of the cruiser, preparing to search the entire ship.
“…”
Seeing this situation, Moore looked as normal and seemed to have enough confidence in the elite veteran named Losco.
The commander then signaled to the remaining guards to scan and check Moore and the others, and after confirming that there were no weapons or explosive materials, he said coldly:
"Captain Linmere, the MPs and the Prophet are waiting for you, let's go."
"good."
After finishing his simple words, Moore walked out of the hangar with the hundreds of guards guarding them, and then left the port through the covered bridge.
Then, they seemed to be deliberately brought to the residential area of the City of High Charity, passing through the main road corresponding to the human city, and walking to the central elevator located at the end of the residential area.
The residential areas are all cylindrical mega-structures, each of which is home to thousands of residents of different races.
At this time, on both sides of the main road were residents who had heard the news, as well as Jiralhanae beasts wearing heavy armor who were responsible for maintaining order at the scene.
There was a lot of booing.
The Jiralhanae and the "wall-worn" gnolls mocked Moore unscrupulously, and even the Grunts, who regarded the elite as their saviors, couldn't help but complain.
Only the elites of the same clan did not leave their exclusive residential area and rushed here to watch Moore, who was regarded as a joke by the entire Covenant Empire.
Obviously, this is a route specially arranged by the Supreme Council, or the prophets, to allow the defeated and captured Moore to "parade the streets" and further weaken the influence of the elites among the various ethnic groups.
Especially the deterrent effect.
But Moore, who was at the center of the vortex of humiliation, was no longer angry as if his mind was empty. He silently followed the Honor Guard through the main road, and finally took the elevator with suspended technology to the upper level of the City of Charity.
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In the hall of the Supreme Council.
Looking down from above, the hall as a whole has a "back"-shaped structure, with ladder-shaped seats on the left and right. It is filled with thousands of "members" at the moment.
The "Members" on the left are nearly five hundred prophets wearing gorgeous costumes and looking like decadent ostriches.
On the right are an equal number of elite members of Congress, dressed similarly to Senator Ferem who helped Moore escape from trouble.
On the platform at the front of the hall, there are three prophets who have received special treatment. The three of them are sitting in suspended "wheelchairs" respectively. Their decadence and laziness are far higher than those of their peers.
And the one sitting in the center was the same ostrich priest that Gabriel and his brothers had seen in the built-in garden of the flagship, chanting scriptures repeatedly.
These three are the Prophets of Mercy, Truth and Sorrow respectively, and together with a thousand members form the Supreme Council of the Covenant Empire.
Although there are a large number of councilors to disperse power, the three priests can indirectly achieve dictatorial rule through their belief in the religion of the forerunners and the "Covenant Codex".
However, the stubbornness and strength shown by the elite family put this dictatorship in danger of collapse at any time.
At this time, the Glory Guard escorted Moore and his men through the door of the hall to the center of the word "Hui".
See this
The prophet of truth sitting in the center asked with a thin and disgusting voice:
"Mul Linmir, you were once the proud supreme captain of our covenant empire, so please explain why you were defeated by the heretics and why you were captured and released by the heretics!
Say! Have you betrayed your faith! Betrayed my God! Are you a traitor who cooperated with heretics?!"
"Traitor!" The prophet-councillors present echoed one after another.
"..." The elite congressmen chose to remain silent.
"The reason for the failure is very simple." Moore fearlessly looked directly at the prophet of truth and said simply and clearly: "My men and I are not the human opponents you call heretics."
Upon hearing this, the Prophet of Truth immediately waved his hands and said: "You are called a heretic by us? Human beings? You are indeed a traitor..."
"Traitor? The traitors should be your prophet family!"
Moore sternly interrupted the words of the prophet of truth, raised his hand and took off his helmet, turned to look to the right side of the hall, and raised his voice:
"Members of Congress! My armor stores evidence that humans are not heretics! On the contrary, humans are still a race with the authority to open ruins!
If we want to say who is the traitor, then it should be the prophets who hinder the smooth progress of the pilgrimage and classify mankind as heretics!"