Chapter 275 Entering the Secret Room

The once solid Tribunal Hall became a graveyard for Stormtroopers under the attack of the Penitentiary Army and the Sisters of Battle. They never understood why the two sides were caught in such a large-scale exchange of fire until they died.

Is it because the conflict between the State Church and the Tribunal has deteriorated to such an extent? Is this a mutual struggle for power?

As the head of the Storm, Draco didn't understand why their situation was so bad. They needed orders and someone to tell them what happened in this crazy city.

But the communication of the Memeril Hive was blocked. They could only communicate internally. Any signal that wanted to be transmitted to the outside became noisy and meaningless noise.

"Sir, what should we do?"

A Stormtrooper turned his head and looked at himself. It can be seen that this soldier who had just shot hundreds of Penitentiary Army with the Hell Gun was very confused.

But this was not the confusion of killing people, but the feeling of being at a loss caused by the unprovoked attack.

Draco looked at the pile of corpses burned to ashes by the Hell Gun in front of their position, and dialed the communicator to contact Inquisitor Omar again.

Still nothing.

"I can tell you what to do."

Draco turned around quickly and aimed his weapon in the direction of the sound. Those were two strong figures coming out from the side of the position.

They were Ogryn Benben and Catachan mercenary Tarot.

"Stop! Or we'll shoot!"

"Fuck? Are you serious? We don't have time to waste!"

"I said stop!"

Draco shot at Tarot's feet, and the fragments splashed on Tarot's pants.

Seeing several hell guns aimed at him and Benben, Tarot told Benben not to pull the trigger of the tearing gun. That thing had no bullets long ago. He pulled the trigger just because the Inquisitor taught him so.

"Okay, okay! You big toy soldiers! We stop! But the time you waste will cause more deaths in this damn place."

Looking at Tarot's angry look with his hand raised, Draco was relieved about them. After all, all the enemies they saw in this position were denouncing them as heretics and demons, and then attacking the front like crazy.

If these people were dressed in Krieg uniforms, they could get in.

"Okay, you can come over now, your threat review has been approved."

"Really, Draco, you idiot, don't even think about asking me to bring you wine next time."

"Wine? What wine? That's against the rules."

Taro was so angry when he saw Draco pretending to know nothing, but Benben didn't care about these things, he just asked when they could eat.

"Wait until we call Lust, then we can eat. Draco, how many people do you have now?"

"Not many." Draco adjusted his electronic eye, and a series of information appeared in front of his eyes. After observing for a second, he gave an accurate answer.

"There are more than 240 people who can be put into battle. There are 130 people here. The rest of the troops are free to defend the key positions of each floor. Do you think it's enough?"

"Ha! How should I know? I haven't figured out whether these guys are corrupted traitors for so long outside. But it doesn't matter. Let's go to Rast's study and burn his books. The psychic fluctuations of that thing can make him feel it."

"Okay, Stormtroopers!"

Draco, who finally knew what he should do, gave orders to all the Stormtroopers who could still keep in touch, asking them to move towards the core position of the Inquisition Fortress. There was no need to hold on to the rest of the place.

Running quickly in the wide traffic corridor connecting the floors, they encountered many redemption troops rushing from other positions.

The heat rays of the hell guns were seriously overpowered for these redemption troops who only had scriptures and parchment to protect themselves. Once the heat rays were released, they could destroy several limbs.

The heavy and orderly footsteps came from behind the redemption troops, and a whole team of combat nuns fired at the charging stormtroopers.

"Damn. These crazy women."

Taro watched a bomb hit the stormtroopers beside him, and their armor was pierced by the hardened diamond bullet of the bomb. Under the explosion of the mass reaction fuse, they exploded from the inside out, and Taro's face was covered with hot internal organs.

"Die! For the saint!"

The battle sisters strode with their heads held high. Just like their fanatical beliefs and prayers, these warriors would not think of anything that could survive when they went into the battlefield.

They just wanted to crush the enemies of the Emperor into pieces with the most ruthless and fierce attitude.

Among the sisters' protection, there was also a bishop of the state religion.

Holding a scepter equipped with a sacred microphone, the bishop was pronouncing the doom of heresy in an impassioned and high-pitched voice. And beside him, there was also a holy icon flag bearer holding high the flag of the Sisters of Memeril, providing religious morale bonuses for their sisters.

Only 20 battle sisters suppressed 130 stormtroopers of the Inquisition.

"There is no way to fight against the frontal attack."

Taro poked his head out from behind the bunker, and was forced back by a series of explosive shells. He was glad that his head could still move. After all, sneak attacks still require timing. Facing such a narrow battle in the passage, there is no other way except to mobilize the heavy armored commandos.

"Draco! Think of a way quickly! If we continue like this, we will be killed by the crazy woman!"

"Don't rush! I'm doing it! I'm adjusting the gravity generator in the channel."

Heat rays and explosive bombs weave a web of death. From time to time, stormtroopers are beaten to pieces and battle sisters whose armor is melted by dozens of heat rays die here.

"Everyone prepare! Fight the gravity field!"

The artificial gravity began to change, and the sudden low gravity caught the Battle Sisters off guard. The muzzle of the Fury bolter was raised, and the debris in the channel also floated.

What Draco wants to seize is this opportunity, using the stormtroopers' frequent training in the mutant gravity field to make the battle pattern favorable to them.

On this battlefield, just one second of opportunity is enough to turn the tide of the battle.

The nuns quickly adjusted their fighting stance to maintain effective fire under the sudden low gravity.

But this second of adaptation was enough for the remaining 100 stormtroopers to complete their attack.

More heat rays quickly melted the armor on the battle nuns. During the layer-by-layer melting and heating, the red armor and the personnel inside turned into a burning furnace.

"Ahhh! Die! Heretic!" The Battle Sister, who was ignited by the heat ray and was rapidly being burned into charcoal, was still pulling the trigger until the last moment when she lost consciousness. Dozens of Stormtroopers were beaten by the Battle Sister who was about to fight back. into pieces.

Gravity returned, and Tarot's light body returned to the same shape he was used to. The holes in the shining armor of the Battle Sisters on the field still flowed with molten fluid that had not yet cooled down.

The armors kneeling or lying on the ground were all black dust left behind after burning human bodies.

"I asked, is there a possibility that we are really heretics?"

"What have we done that makes us heretics?"

Draco walked up to a nun who was kneeling on the ground making a praying gesture, and opened the tightly clenched hand. He saw a somewhat dirty Emperor's icon.

Wiping away the dust with my hands, I restored the golden color on it. Draco replaced the icon.

"I don't understand either. But we are not heretics, we are stormtroopers."

The only remaining troops passed through the passage and arrived at the core area of ​​the Tribunal Fortress. It can be seen that this place is the most tightly defended place of the Tribunal, with various automatic turrets set up on the walls and ground.

Looking at the dead bodies of the Atonement Army, Battle Sisters, Stormtroopers, and Fighter Servants along the way, Tarot felt that the final battle ahead was going to be extremely difficult.

He ran quickly for a full two kilometers, crossing thousands of corpses along the way. The solid ground was as cracked as the nutritious biscuits distributed by the Ministry of Military Affairs.

The distinctive sound of hellgun fire and the crackle of other automatic weapons came from behind the door torn open by power weapons. When everyone rushed in, they saw the scene of dozens of remaining stormtroopers being slaughtered by Sister Selina.

The position created by the rose beads on his body blocked the bullets from the automatic artillery that dropped from the ceiling.

The Sister's combat training accumulated from countless battles made it even more difficult for the stormtroopers to catch her moving around in the ruins.

They were torn apart one by one by her power sword and became one of the corpses decorating the ground.

"More. And more demons!"

Sister Selina seemed to have fallen into madness. She shouted the teachings of Saint Laculas and attacked Draco and the others who had just entered here.

"Damn it! Tarot, you go and burn the book! We're delaying her!"

"good."

Without saying too much, Tarot knew that it might be difficult for these stormtroopers to survive facing a nun, but they had already donated their heads to the throne.

Where can I think about whether I can survive or not?

"Stupid! Follow me!"

"Oh! I need to eat!"

"Yes, it's time to eat."

Benben won't listen to those stormtroopers at all. Instead of letting him cause trouble for the stormtroopers, it's better to keep Tarot with him.

side.

After opening Rust's door, there was only a room of about 20 square meters in front of Tarot. The shelves on all sides were full of various books, and in the center of the room was a clean wooden table.

Tarot knew that this was all a lie, and no one would be able to deceive an experienced Catachan.

After pressing down dozens of inconspicuous dark bricks and various ornaments, a bookshelf opened. Inside were the volumes Rust used to study psychic power, which were heavily protected by various chains and runes.

"Finally. Benben, we are about to go to dinner."

The political commissar and Oglin, the image of Benben is roughly the same.