Gray was stunned for a moment when she heard the voice on the communication.
Are cultists and dark angels related
"Protect the scene and don't let anyone get close."
"Understood, Your Honor," said the subordinate.
Gray ordered the others to continue interrogating the traitors, and then took a few trusted men to the reporting position of the subordinates.
It was a huge metal cabin.
There are complex mechanisms controlling the gates.
The heavy iron door had been melted by the molten beam and solidified into a smooth block of iron again.
Gray walked in and saw dozens of bodies lying in a mess.
There were bodies of loyalists and bodies of cultists.
The bodies of loyalists are generally treated kindly.
The bodies of cultists are usually gathered together and burned to avoid contamination.
Gray didn't care about this. She walked straight past the slaves and mechanical slaves who were carrying the corpses.
From these corpses, with the keen insight of an Inquisitor, Gray could see that these enemies had better weapons and equipment.
It is obvious that they are all high-level Fallen.
From their bodies in tattered armor, Grey caught a glimpse of their disgusting, mutated bodies.
It was morbidly pale, with some disgusting bone spurs and microscopic granulations.
These guys lost themselves in the worship of evil and turned into abominations.
Several soldiers wearing full exoskeleton protective suits and holding weapons gathered around a control console.
A senior non-commissioned officer came over, and it was he who reported to Gray what had just happened.
"What's going on?" Grey looked at the other person. The electronic eye embedded in the eye socket locked onto the other person's face, conducted a comprehensive analysis of it, and obtained all the data of this subordinate from the database.
"We captured a high-level cultist and seized some encrypted documents, which have been deciphered," said the sergeant.
There was joy in his eyes and his tone of voice was excited.
Obviously, being able to capture such an important person will bring unimaginable benefits to his career.
Gray walked over and saw several soldiers escorting a man.
The other person knelt on the ground with a look of horror.
When he saw Gray coming and recognized her position as a judge, he was so scared that he trembled all over.
In the Empire, the Inquisitor is undoubtedly the most terrifying existence.
It is also the most terrible nightmare of many nobles.
As long as you fall into the hands of the judge, everyone will be treated equally, and you can't even imagine the torture.
As the man trembled, the fat on his body also shook.
Overall, the man is fat, with his body wrapped in layers of fat.
This artificial fat is usually designed to enable people to withstand the cold that comes with working in space.
The other person was wearing a loose butler's uniform.
There is a red and gold imperial emblem on the shoulder, representing the other party's identity.
"Chief Executive Officer?" Gray glanced at the name tag on the man's chest and spoke.
She stared at the man intently, not missing any details.
Through the bloated and disgusting body, she saw a corrupt soul.
Soon, a large amount of information was investigated from the database.
After analysis, all the results were obtained.
Information about the man also quickly appeared in Gray's field of vision.
This was a man who was once full of hope.
The man's name was called Sarad.
Sarad started his political career with the political capital he received from his parents.
He is smart, tough, courageous, fast, and a cutting-edge human elite.
When he first entered politics, he was full of passion. After witnessing the corruption of the empire and the inefficiency of the bureaucracy, he was determined to become a reformer and reverse the tragic fate of mankind.
"If I cannot give everything for the Emperor and humanity, then what's the point of me entering politics?" The young Sarad made a solemn vow when he just took office and gave his speech to the old dignitaries.
At that time, Sarad was full of idealism and faith, and was determined to do something big.
However, the iron fist of reality soon made him realize how terrible the imperial political arena is.
The Human Empire is the most powerful regime in human history, and its territory covers more than two-thirds of the galaxy.
Spanning tens of thousands of light years, one can imagine how vast this territory is.
And the struggle for rights is also the greatest in human history.
It's not just the collusion between family and financial tycoons, the political infighting even involves using the people of the empire and the many worlds of the empire as bargaining chips and pawns.
Large numbers of Astra Militarum regiments were thrown into the battlefield as political capital, and both victory and defeat became means of striking at political enemies.
The enemy's victory depends not only on the opponent's strength, but also on the struggle between forces within the empire.
Sarad alone knew of more than a dozen galaxy-level battles that deliberately undermined the Empire's victory in order to suppress political opponents.
It is conceivable how crazy these guys are for power and family interests.
In order to suppress political opponents, indulge in chaos, allow aliens to wreak havoc, weaken the image of political opponents, and pull them out of official career.
Sarad had personally been to a battlefield where the struggle was extremely brutal.
Millions of Astra Militarum soldiers were used as pawns in political games.
There were even forces that secretly instructed the Imperial Navy to use the fleet to clear out some of the ground forces.
Use spears of light to wipe out the troops supporting your political enemies, and then describe it as a false attack.
In order to strike down a rising political star, the battlefield was used to discredit the other party.
Even more terrifying is allowing Chaos to run rampant and labeling political opponents as Chaos cultists or human traitors in order to undermine their reputation.
In the eyes of those powerful people, the army is just a bargaining chip for them to gain political capital.
Sarad's enthusiasm was soon dampened.
In the imperial political arena, loyalty to humanity and loyalty to the Emperor are of no use.
What matters is power and background.
Sarad realized the corruption of the imperial bureaucracy and the distortion of the imperial system. Later, he realized the truth that as long as the empire did not perish, mankind would never have a future.
The empire needs a fire to cleanse it. Only in this way can mankind be reborn from the ashes.
With this realization, Sarad quickly devoted himself to the anti-imperialist underground cause.
During this period, the Ouroboros Church also rose up in secret.
Sarad was recruited to become one of the followers.
The Ouroboros doctrine is that everything is cyclical, and only in this way can there be eternity.
The empire has existed for ten thousand years, and it is time for a cycle to come.
The Emperor is a symbol of despotism and oppression, and the Terran Council is extremely corrupt and has achieved nothing.
Today, the highly corrupt and authoritarian imperial bureaucracy is like a ruthless and bloody machine.
The gears in it have no thoughts or souls, but just spin mercilessly, constantly exacerbating the empire's absurd, extreme, and bloody totalitarianism.
This situation must be improved.
"It is urgent to overthrow the Emperor's sacred authority and the reign of terror of the Terran Senate. If we fail to fight to the bitter end, humanity will perish." After joining the Ouroboros Church, Sarad gave his speech to the believers.
This speech enabled him to gain greater church power and more abundant funds. With the help of these powers, he quickly developed in the officialdom and his status became higher and higher.
"The Corpse King's lackey," Sarad raised his head, trembling, trying to keep himself calm. "Even if you kill one of me, there are still thousands of me left. You can't kill them all. Countless people with lofty ideals will surely overthrow the reign of terror of you executioners."
"Stupid." Gray glanced at it and then looked away.
There is no need to waste time on stupid and ignorant things, they are beyond redemption.
Any truth, goodness and beauty that is divorced from reality is poison.
Many humans are limited by their short lives and limited knowledge.
They simply cannot realize how alone humanity is in a terrifying galaxy, surrounded by endless malice.
In this universe, anything beautiful will eventually turn into tragedy.
"I won't tell you anything. A true martyr will not succumb to you because of pain." Sarad tried to pretend to be contemptuous, trying to express his bravery in this way.
Gray gave a mocking smile, raised her hand, waved it and said, "Burn him to death."
Sarad thought he would be tortured, and he had already thought about how to maintain his loyalty to the church and to Ouroboros under torture.
As a result, they came up and wanted to burn themselves to death!!
At least interrogate him.
This tone, this attitude, makes me feel like I'm not important at all.
Sarad wanted to say something, to act tougher.
The guard next to Gray pulled the trigger of the flamethrower directly, and the scorching flames gushed out, wrapping the man in it.
One after another, shrill screams were heard.
The man's body twisted and twitched in the flames, and finally turned into a piece of black charcoal.
After executing the man, the guards turned off the flamethrower.
Gray stood aside patiently, waiting for the heat wave to subside.
She stepped past the charred body and flipped through the files on the console.
Those files were subspace navigation charts, depicting various parameters and passage data.
There is also a very complex, never-before-seen ephemeris system.
This ephemeris system predicts the activity of the Warp's ethereal currents.
Gray keenly noticed that the subspace route maps all pointed to the Dark Angels' stone fortress.
The Stone Fortress will move around the galaxy.
Sometimes even Terra doesn't know where the Stone Fortress is.
However, the star map depicts the detailed route of the Stone Fortress.
Apparently, this evil church has been keeping its eye on the Dark Angels for a long time.
Otherwise, how could there be such detailed data
After flipping through it, Gray's expression became more serious.
In addition to various data on the Dark Angels Chapter, Grey saw the emblem of the Thirteen Primarchs' flagship, Macragge's Glory, also appear on the map.
All viable warp lanes are marked between the two.
It is clear that the enemy has also included this in their evil plans.
Dark Angel, Regent of the Empire.
Why is the relationship between the two worthy of such concern for a cult
Gray looked through the seized intelligence to see if there were any clues.
Soon, she came across a video recording of a speech.
A gray-haired, wrinkled, robed cultist is frantically preaching the teachings of the Ouroboros Church to those fools who think they can bring salvation to mankind.
"The gears of fate are about to start turning, and the sleeping ancient gods will return. This is the best moment of redemption for mankind..."
Gray's face was reflected in the holographic video, making it look a little pale.
She frowned slightly and spoke in a serious tone.
"What do they want?"
No one could give her an answer.
Information is limited, and no one knows why these cultists would link the Thirteen Primarchs with the Dark Angels.