PFC Chapter 514 Blind Box Unboxing Divine Emperor Messenger
Chapter 514 Blind Box Unboxing Divine Emperor Messenger
“Your Excellency, Grand Inquisitor, whether Judge Woodrow’s lynching was correct will be discussed later.
Whether Bishop Dardani is a heretic or not is not important. The most important thing is whether there are any holy relics left in the cardinal world. "
The cardinals of other cardinal worlds do not care about the outcome; they are more concerned about their own future.
Ulysses looked at the Inquisitor, not sure whether the other party was going to cover up the truth, so he waited and saw what would happen.
Gerald looked at the Anglican staff. He didn't know how to inform them of the return of the relic.
Would he cause the situation to fall apart further? Would they resort to violence without a leader? "The relic... has been recovered."
"what!"
"how is this possible?"
"Where are they?"
"A miracle, a miracle. This must be placed in the shrine to show everyone!"
"Yes, this is for believers to admire for generations to come, so we must do our utmost to protect it."
The bishops began to talk in a clamor, their worried expressions disappeared, replaced by greed disguised by loyalty.
“Yes, it must be protected, and the Holy Hammer Order will take on this responsibility.
Until the inspection of the relics is completed, you don't have to worry about these things causing greater unrest."
The bishops caught Gerald's words accurately. They looked left and right and then asked:
"Inspect? You mean your order has already obtained the relic!?"
"Yes."
As Gerald stood up, the door of the parliament hall opened.
The unarmed combat nuns carried the box in, and everyone stood up and watched the movement of the box quietly.
"While questioning Bishop Dardani, the Sisters of Battle had already transported the holy relics to the parliament area. However, they were busy sealing off the streets and the helipad at the time, so they did not inform Bishop Dardani of the news in time."
The officials involved in the operation and the national religion advocates who were pushing for it internally thought to themselves that this situation could only be described as bad luck for Dardani.
The diocese that the other party has built throughout his life and the holy relics he has collected will be torn apart and returned to the true master.
Thinking of this, the cardinals couldn't help but smile with relief. Everything went better than they had imagined.
"Well, in that case, let's open the box first," suggested a cardinal.
"Um... there's no key." Sister Elsa, who was delivering the box, said awkwardly.
"How do I open it?"
"We just deliver it, and we don't know the rest."
“Let’s demolish it violently.”
"No, the man said the box was a whole, and if the bomb was embedded in it, everything would be destroyed."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The bishops were a little nervous, but when they saw a technical sage from the order coming forward, their worries were reduced by half.
"Technical Sage, thank you for your help."
The sage of the order stood up and quickly went forward to check. During this time, Ulysses noticed something was wrong and asked:
"Your Excellency, Grand Inquisitor, who is the 'that person' they are talking about?"
Gerald was also puzzled, and then looked at the elder sister and waited for her answer.
The head nun motioned to Elsa to give an answer, and as she told the story, Sister Dorothy began to look a little embarrassed.
"The other party is a warrior of the Adeptus Astartes, a think tank of the Salamanders named Zakri.
The other party helped us recover almost all of the relics, but the specific method of how this was accomplished is unknown.
But it can be imagined that it must be relying on his powerful psychic power."
At this point, Gerald looked at Ulysses, and both of them confirmed their thoughts in each other's eyes. "Salamander?" Sister Dorothy asked.
"Yes, he also claimed to have received service from the Death Watch, and produced an alien creation that he had never seen before."
Seraphis, the captain of the watch company of the Montorgard Watch Fortress, crossed his arms and held his head high.
It seemed as if he was silently mocking Sister Dorothy who had confronted him earlier.
"But there is no such person in the Overwatch Fortress."
"Nor have I heard that the Salamanders' troops have arrived in the Sharnath region." The Chapter Master of the Exorcist Chapter added.
Everyone asked about the guy's situation, but Sister Elsa helplessly said that this was all she knew.
Everyone else was thinking about the mysterious psyker, wondering when the Salamanders had such a powerful think tank.
But Gerald had a definite answer in his heart. The third and fourth Tarot cards might have a metaphorical existence.
And at this moment, he suddenly thought of another question that had not been answered for a long time.
That is, the 'Soul Contract' obtained earlier, the mysterious person might show up soon.
"Where is that guy now?!" Gerald asked excitedly.
"Hmm... I don't know. It was the other party who contacted us every time... But the other party's men are in the box containing the holy relic."
"what?"
Everyone wondered if they had heard it wrong. It was all so confusing, as if Elsa had said something completely illogical.
However, to Gerald, this sounded like the path to the right answer.
The chaos in the subspace will affect the real world. The more wrong and impossible the situation is, the more likely it is to happen in his cognition.
The Warp is illogical! "Sage? What's going on?"
The technical sage was busy analyzing the dark box in front of him. He stood up and shook his head helplessly:
“I’m afraid this thing is a product of the Necrons, and I can’t dismantle it in a short time.
Also, I didn’t receive any signal, and material analysis requires larger equipment.”
"Court President, Clan Leader, can you see through this?"
The president of the Star Whisper Court uses psychic powers for perception, and the patriarch of the Navigator family opens his third eye for perspective.
But the result is that it is useless, imperceptible and impossible to see through.
After fiddling with it for a long time, I still couldn't open it, which was a bit hard to accept.
Now, not only the state religion, the inquisitor and others wanted to know what was going on inside, but those political officials also became interested one by one.
Just when everyone was at a loss, Woodrow felt a little hot in his waist bag.
After reaching out to take it out, I found that it was the small square box hanging from Dadani's neck.
He handed the object to the Tech-sage of the Mechanicus, who immediately activated the chainsaw and cut it in front of everyone.
Seeing that Bishop Dardani's relics were desecrated in such a way, Sister Dorothy could no longer suppress the hatred in her heart.
Like a female leopard flying past the crowd, she smashed the chair in her hand towards Woodrow's head.
This time, Dean Jerry did not stop him. Instead, he kicked the floor and moved to the side to make room for the fight.
Amid the sounds of "ding-bang-ding-bang" mixed with the clerk's curses, Dorothy stepped forward and punched the man in the waist.
Over there, Woodrow had just blocked the seat when he was hit by a straight punch from the power armor behind him with a "bang", and he was stunned.
One side bravely went forward to hold the head nun, and the other side helped the inquisitor up while holding back their laughter.
"How disgraceful! Pull them apart!"
Gerald slammed the table and roared, while the others were laughing or expressing disgust.
In the chaos, someone bumped into the technical sage, and the box shook, and the items inside rolled off the table.
The two rolling balls were still filled with liquid, as if they had just been dug out from someone's body.
"Eye?"
Whether standing or sitting, fighting or defending, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at the rolling eyeballs in silence.
On the horizontal table, the two eyeballs rolled faster and faster, looking far away, and everyone realized the destination.
"Da da..."
Two eyeballs fell on the box, and for a moment, everyone held their breath.
"There's a biological signal!"
"Psychic energy fluctuations detected!"
"Something's moving in there!"
The three people who had tried their hand earlier stood up and said in surprise.
It was as if these two eyeballs were some kind of medium, and the moment they touched the box, they turned on the hidden switch.
There was a faint mechanical sound from inside the box, and then the lid slid open automatically. The two men immediately rolled inside, and the lid closed at the same time.
This series of events left everyone confused and a group of people standing there in amazement.
It was Woodrow who reacted quickly. He kicked the head sister away, pulled out the pistol of the guard who came forward to help, and prepared to use his power as an inquisitor.
Under such circumstances, no one expected that the person standing in front of the gun was actually the governor Ulysses. "Please stay calm!"
Ulysses had to go, the balance in the parliament had been broken, and the mistakes in his own plan made the chaos even more obvious.
He pursues harmony and unity, which leads to this situation and he has to put more energy into maintaining order.
After all, he was one of the only two people who knew the mystery of divination, and he also understood that the existence represented by the third and fourth cards might soon appear.
The two couldn't calm down, but there were always things that helped them stay calm.
The "clang clang" sound attracted everyone's attention, and the box containing the holy relics suddenly vibrated.
All the psychics present, regardless of their positive or negative energy levels, were on alert. Even Gerald, who was at a medium energy level, could feel the terrifying energy that was brewing in the box at the moment.
Ms. Mei, the soulless one, immediately used her negative psychic power to suppress this terrifying aura.
But Gerald immediately reached out to stop him. He looked at Ulysses, who nodded to confirm that they had the same idea.
It was as if something was stirring inside, and with a clang the lid of the box was slowly pushed open.
The scent of holy candles and incense oil wafted in the air from the church, and the refreshing smell calmed everyone's minds.
Just as the people from the state religion were about to say something sacred, a series of bell sounds began to ring in the conference hall, as if coming from the void.
Along with the faint singing and prayers, the religious sense of sacredness became stronger and stronger.
At a moment when the people in the national religion were becoming more and more excited, a pair of white and slender hands resting on the edge of the box made their hearts rise to their throats.
people?
Hundreds of focused gazes seemed to be able to ignite the air, and as the person in the box slowly stood up, the glow he emitted made everyone unable to bear to look directly at him.
It wasn't a stinging pain, but an impenetrable haze. Everyone could see that it was a human-shaped being, but they could only see it roughly.
No one could see what the body shape or face looked like, and this manifestation of psychic power made everyone's silence seem deafening.
Everyone's emotions are divided into three categories: immersion, madness, and suspicion.
The officers and clerks even forgot to breathe and were immersed in this incomparably holy and beautiful atmosphere.
And those cardinals knew that these holy relics were used to relieve the God-Emperor's pain and resurrect his body.
They fell to their knees, trembling, their mouths wide open and gasping for breath, their hunched fingers pointing at the stand-in who had stood up, and said in astonishment:
"God...God Emperor!"
"Shut up, May!"
Of course, the one who was skeptical was Gerald, who had the deepest exposure to the subspace. His experience made him instinctively doubt the correspondence of this term.
But when he thought of the references to [Tower], [Psychic], and [Wheel of Fortune], he suddenly became confused again.
However, his instinct drove him to control the situation no matter whether it was good or bad.
The soulless Cumberland May immediately stretched out his left hand, and an invisible force of silence pushed forward.
The surging psychic power immediately stopped, and all the psychics around became ordinary people.
As for those politicians and officials who had no spiritual power, they just clenched their teeth and huddled up with their heads in their hands.
But there were too many people on the scene, and most of them were high-level psychics.
Ms. Mei alone cannot completely suppress the glowing human figure.
Seeing this, the secret mentor wanted to order the Chulisas assassins to be summoned, but the dim light made a friendly sound first.
"Hey, you, give me some clothes. You don't want to see my butt, right?"
After these words were spoken, the conference room fell silent for the umpteenth time.
"Damn, there are so many people. It seems like I've come to the right place. What are you standing there for?"
Mrs. May looked to Gerald for guidance, but he was also overwhelmed by this cynical attitude.
The shadow jumped out of the box, looked around, and picked out an official from the Ministry of the Interior who was rolling on the ground.
"That's so sad. It reminds me of the first time I met the Sister of Silence."
As he spoke, he stepped forward, patted the other person's shoulder, and quickly unfastened the buckle of his cloak.
As he wrapped the cloak around his waist, the hazy glow disappeared.
The man leaned on his knees with his hands, lowered his head and panted:
"Alright, turn it off. Don't think I'm fine. I'm going to pee in a little while. Hurry up, hurry up."
Ms. Mei took back the negative psychic energy that had been released, and the other personnel were no longer tortured.
Looking at the boy in front of him who looked no different from an ordinary person, Gerald found it hard to imagine that he could be someone who could change the situation.
At the same time, the cardinal of the state religion also felt that there was a big difference.
They originally thought that even if it wasn't a deity on the golden throne, it was at least a living saint.
But when they see someone who talks like this, they don’t have any idea of connecting him with a living saint who is a role model of character.
"Who are you?"
"It is obvious that I am a messenger of the Emperor."