Chapter 275 Entering the Secret Room

Chapter 275 Entering the Secret Room

The once solid Tribunal Hall became a graveyard for Stormtroopers under the attack of the Penitent 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 Penitent 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 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. 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, shattering Taro's face 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's no way to fight if the MD is deployed head-on."

Taro poked his head out from behind the cover, 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 this kind of narrow battle in the passage, there is no other way except to mobilize the heavy armored commandos.

"Draco! Think of a solution 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."

The heat rays and explosive bombs weave a web of death. From time to time, stormtroopers who were smashed into pieces and combat sisters whose armors were melted by dozens of heat rays died here.

"Everyone, get ready! Fight the gravity field!"

The artificial gravity began to change. The sudden low gravity caught the combat sisters off guard. The muzzles of the explosive guns were raised to vent their anger, and the fragments in the channel also floated up.

And Draco wanted to seize this opportunity, using the stormtroopers' frequent training in the mutant gravity field to make the battle mode favorable to them.

On this battlefield, as long as they can seize a second of opportunity, it is enough to turn the tide of the battle.

The nuns quickly adjusted their fighting postures and maintained effective shooting under the sudden low gravity.

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

More heat rays quickly melted the armor of the battle sisters. In the melting and heating, the red armor and the people in it turned into a burning furnace.

"Ahhh! Die! Heretic!" The battle sister who was ignited by the heat rays and was burning into carbon powder was still pulling the trigger until the last moment of losing consciousness. Dozens of storm soldiers were smashed into pieces by the battle sisters who fought back before dying.

Gravity was restored, and Tarot's light body became his old habit again. The holes on the shining armor of the battle sisters on the field were still flowing with molten flow that had not yet cooled.

The armor kneeling or lying on the ground was all black dust left after the human body burned.

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

"What did we do to become heretics?"

Draco walked to a nun who was kneeling on the ground and praying, opened her tightly clenched hands, and he saw a dirty statue of the Emperor.

Wiped off the dust on it with his hand, and restored the gold on it. Draco put the statue back.

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

The remaining troops passed through the passage and came to the core area of ​​the Inquisition Fortress. This area can be seen as the most tightly defended place of the Inquisition, with various automatic turrets set up on the walls and the ground.

Looking at the dead bodies of the Penitentiary Army, Battle Sisters, Stormtroopers, and Combat Servant along the way, Taro felt that the last battle ahead would be extremely difficult.

He ran quickly for a full two kilometers, crossing thousands of corpses along the way, and the solid ground cracked like the nutritional biscuits distributed by the Military Affairs Department.

The unique shooting sound of the Hell Gun and the explosion of other automatic weapons came from behind the door torn open by the power weapon. When everyone rushed in, they saw the scene of the remaining dozens of Stormtroopers being slaughtered by Sister Selina.

The position generated by the rose rosary on the body blocked the bullets of the automatic artillery that dropped from the ceiling.

The combat training accumulated by the elder sister from countless battles made it difficult for the storm soldiers to catch her evasive movements in the ruins.

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

"More. There are more demons!"

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

"Damn it! Taro, go burn the books! Let's delay her!"

"Okay."

Without too many words, Taro knew that it might be difficult for these storm soldiers to survive facing an elder sister, but these people had already donated their heads to the throne.

There was no question of whether they could survive.

"Stupid! Follow me!"

"Oh! It's time to eat!"

"Yes, it's time to eat."

Stupid would never listen to those storm soldiers. Instead of letting him cause trouble for the storm soldiers, it is better to let Taro take him with him.

After opening the door of Rast, Taro saw a room of about 20 square meters. The shelves on all four sides were full of various books, and in the center of the room was a clean wooden table.

Taro knew that this was all a lie, and no one could fool an experienced Catachan.

After pressing dozens of inconspicuous dark bricks and various ornaments, a bookshelf opened, and inside were the books that Rast used to study psychic power, which were heavily protected by various chains and runes.

"Finally. Stupid, we are about to have dinner."

The political commissar and Ogrin, and the image of stupid is roughly the same