Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 348 Arrival at location and boarding the ship

[Everyone, everyone, please pay attention. Our ship will reach the designated location in 60 kilometers. We are now starting to slow down. Please make all preparations.

Technical priests of the Mechanicus, please awaken the machine spirits of all equipment to prepare for emergencies. Military crews, please conduct a thorough inspection and maintenance of weapons and equipment to ensure that they do not fail at critical moments. 】

Ian looked at the images transmitted back by the servo skull. Even though his eyes were bloodshot and his face looked a little haggard, he still didn't want to miss any possible mistakes.

After three days of high-speed sailing, they were finally about to reach the designated location, but the closer they got to Ian, the more anxious he became.

The Divine Sanity is experiencing unprecedented busyness. All crew members are doing their jobs and constantly checking whether there are any problems in the areas under their jurisdiction. Once the battle begins, all they can do is rely on themselves and pray.

Hmm...this torch...must be the power of the God-Emperor!

Ian knew very well that the missionary team was not a professional combat army, and the Sacred Reason was not a powerful battleship. Neither starship bombardment nor boarding operations were their strong points.

And now, all the information revealed is pointing to a certain possibility. He needs to make the worst-case plan, and he also needs guidance.

"Your Holiness, could you please go down and take a rest, or ask the medical sister to prepare some refreshing medicine?" The deacons on the ship saw that the other party was so nervous and couldn't help but worry about what would happen next.

Ian looked at everyone, then closed his sore eyes, shook his head, and asked someone to help him to the bottom of the shrine.

"No... If I have to seek help from external things for such a small matter, then when the real great battle comes, I can only cower under the holy light of the Emperor of God to breathe.

Go down, complete the atonement prayer and I will have peace. ” Ian knelt on the ground, ready to take off his clothes and atone for his sins, so as to gain a clear mind.

“Snap..Snap..Snap…”

The thin whip with thorns whipped slowly, and scarlet marks immediately appeared on Ian's back. The pain of execution was like a path to atonement in Ian's eyes, and it was used to remind himself of his duties as a member of the national church.

"Great God-Emperor, your humble servant greets you."

"Snapped."

"As a member of the church, I should love every respectable believer... But I don't know if this is your guidance, giving a clear direction to the chaotic situation."

"Snapped."

"Lady Caroline is receiving your attention, and I can also see that the mysterious Lord Rebos is also supported by an unknown force, and there must be your will between the two of them.

I anticipated the choices I would have to make next. But what I didn’t know was…whether I needed to give up everything I respected, since that was not the principle in the teachings.”

If he really had a feud with the Inquisitor, his future promotion would be a long way off, and becoming a cardinal seemed to have become a fantasy.

"Snapped."

After the slap, Ian supported himself on the ground with his hands, panting. Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped onto the floor with a "tapping" sound. After taking a breath, he looked up at the magnificent statue.

Purity, grandeur, majesty, kindness, no words in the world can describe the gods in the slightest, but Ian, who kowtowed, said that this was the most chaste faith he could offer.

"Great God-Emperor, please guide the lost lambs."

Ian slowly stood up and looked at the eyes on the statue of the God-Emperor again. Although it was just a stone carving, he felt like he was seeing an endless galaxy, deep and mysterious.

Wearing a blood-stained robe, he stood stubbornly at the bow of the ship under the gaze of everyone, welcoming the arrival of the unknown.

"Pope Ian." Caroline walked over, swinging her arms, with "Truth" in her hands, looking ready.

"Well..is your arm okay?"

"The Emperor of God has given me protection. My arm is fine now. I request to return to the team."

Ian looked at her. He knew that the Battle Sister would not shrink from injuries, but he could also see the difference between the two. It was an illusory connection, a link that could not be expressed in words.

“The God-Emperor…Sister Caroline, not everything can be attributed to the God-Emperor.

The busy God may not always guide you and me. Although we are his believers, we also need to understand the efforts of others. "

Caroline nodded as if she understood. Ian took a deep breath and said as if he was explaining it to himself:

"A medical sister can't last five minutes with you, and even a medical servitor will have program errors within 5 minutes and it will be difficult to adjust properly.

What's more, you have more than one broken bone and internal injuries all over your body. If you rely solely on medical servitors, you must be prepared to consume all the inventory.

Therefore, the fact that you were able to recover so quickly and without any internal injuries can only be attributed to Lord Rebos.

I understand that His Excellency the Divine Emperor must have given you some guidance, and I will follow the call of the Great Lord, even if it means I have to do something that goes against his teachings."

[After arriving at the designated location and preparing to merge into the same-frequency movement, please turn off the engine and accelerate in the reverse direction after 2 minutes. ]

The sound of communication interrupted Caroline's questioning. Ian didn't seem to want to explain any further. He turned around and signaled the servitor to connect to the communication channels of those frigates.

Actually, this should be considered a technician.

Although the Divine Reason was not a battleship designed for combat as Ian said, its huge figure was no different from that of an ordinary battleship.

Ships that are far over 4 km long are still huge compared to those Sword-class frigates that are less than 2 km long.

In addition, the missionary ships do not hide their identities, and they are eager to let all creatures hear the proclamation of the God-Emperor as soon as they arrive in a certain star region.

Therefore, the frigates and destroyers that were already in position naturally received the blatant signal. When they realized that it was a large warship from the state religion, all they could feel besides admiration was envy.

"The glory of the Divine Emperor will shine forever, and the empire will be forever peaceful."

As the Holy Word began, holographic projections of the leaders of the frigates appeared on the bow of the ship, and everyone put their hands on their chests and nodded.

"To all the warriors under the Emperor, the defenders of the Empire, and the missionary Ian, I pay my highest respects to you. Thank you for carrying the heavy burden to defend the country and contributing to this star system and this star region."

Ian held his chest and bowed, and as his arms lowered, the emblem representing his identity appeared in front of everyone.

The generals were terrified and lowered their posture repeatedly. Bowing to those in high positions and power was the rule in the military camp, so they did not expect that the Pope would bow to them and thank them.

Everyone couldn't help but show joy in their hearts, and they began to like Ian on the opposite side much more, and they consciously put him first.

"Your Holiness, did you also come here because you received the star message from Inquisitor Harrington?" said a frigate commander.

"Of course." Ian smiled, his gentle tone making people feel like spring breeze.

"The Holy Reason had been preaching for many years. When passing through this star region, it happened to encounter the rebel forces mentioned in the news. After a desperate fight, it wiped out 24 enemy space marines and executed about 3000 pirates.

Then I received the star message from Inquisitor Harrington, so I rushed here immediately to help him."

"Total annihilation?!"

Everyone was surprised again. They were all patrolling guards, and when they received the news, they were worried about whether they would encounter the rebels.

If it's just space pirates, that frigate can basically fight off a group of them, but with a light cruiser plus half a company of space marines, if you let any canned creature get on board, the rest will be left to fate.

While waiting for the Inquisitor's black ship to arrive, the naval commanders did not hold back and answered every question. They guessed the Inquisitor's intentions and judged possible situations.

Ian, who knew some of the secrets, was also trying to understand the situation and gain control of the overall situation which was becoming increasingly clear.

“Although neither you nor I know what the Inquisitor is thinking, we can guess. As the Inquisitor of Heresy, he will naturally screen all citizens of the Empire, even the angels under the command of the God-Emperor.

So this gathering must be for a trial, a trial of atonement, a trial of the angels."

The generals gasped. The excitement brought by the news that the rebels had just been wiped out immediately disappeared. They thought to themselves that it was no wonder that the fleets from the surrounding galaxies had to be summoned. They were preparing for a tough battle.

"An angel of judgment?! Will they just find some witnesses or something?"

"I heard that the black ships are all absolutely powerful main battleships, and they are all specially modified battleships. We are just here to show off our strength, right?"

"Fire Covenant? What crime have they committed? I wonder if they will confess their guilt."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately fell silent, fearing that things would turn out as they expected.

Ian didn't say anything, just waited for the suspicion to ferment in everyone's hearts. Looking at the flickering eyes, he knew that things were going in the direction he hoped.

"Be prepared for the worst. It is our responsibility to assist the Inquisitor. When interrogating heretics, even angels under the command of the God-Emperor must bow their heads and confess their crimes.

If you do not obey the law, even if you are an angel, the God-Emperor will punish you, and we are the warriors who wield the butcher's knife."

Ian spoke beautifully, but now the generals were a little scared after listening to it. When they are brave to a certain extent, they cannot distinguish the facts, and they will only become proud and complacent, which can easily lead to danger.

"Then Your Holiness, should we prepare for battle and deploy our troops..."

"I am just a member of the church. I certainly don't have as much combat experience as the admirals."

"No way, no way. We are not capable of completely annihilating the rebel space marines. We will definitely not hesitate to let you command us."

"Yes, that's right, Your Holiness, you will be in charge of the deployment of the troops."

"..."

Ian smiled secretly, and seeing that his goal had been achieved, he stopped shirking his responsibilities and immediately arranged for the fleet to be adjusted. He was positioned in the center of the fleet, with one ship every 20 kilometers, quietly waiting for the arrival of the target like a crescent moon.

Four Terra hours later, a pitch-black warship emerged from the dark galaxy. Atop its hideous hull was a dense array of weapons, which made everyone realize that even if they were fully armed, they would not be enough to deal with the other side.

The Inquisition's Black Ship, a specially modified battleship

Soon, the communication channel was established again, and a face with an angry look that made people feel uncomfortable appeared.

[I am Inquisitor Harrington of the Order of the Heretic. Very good, at least the combat proficiency you have shown so far does not make me want to curse you.

Now, all ships are to immediately connect to the black ship's central control screen. I will need you to be witnesses for a while. 】

The generals did not like the way the order was spoken, but they had to face the look on his face. After all, one of their guesses was confirmed, and who knew what the remaining guesses would be...

[Each ship sends ten special envoys to participate in the negotiation site. The Ecclesiarchy...I really didn't expect this, but it's great. You can send more Crusaders and Battle Sisters, a company.

Twenty minutes of preparation time, so you need to act quickly, you can bring weapons, and remember, keep your mouth shut. 】

The ferocious look disappeared, leaving only the generals looking at each other in bewilderment, savoring the taste of the words.

An Inquisitor wearing certain Power Armor

"Pope Ian, it seems that you have guessed everything correctly."

Ian remained calm, with the corners of his mouth rising and falling. He was grateful that Harrington was a typical arrogant inquisitor, so these generals would not tell him about the annihilation of the rebel regiment.

Harrington knew that as an inquisitor, his life would always be controlled by the way he acted, but he didn't understand what the end would be.

"Heh...just follow the instructions then."

More than a dozen transport planes flew towards the slowing black ship. In the cabin, Caroline, stroking "Truth", glanced at her teammates on the ship, wondering whether Rebos, who had not been seen for a long time, was hiding among them.

Or just like before, take action at the most critical moment and launch a thundering blow.

“Buzz..Buzz..Buzz…”

The hangar door slowly opened, the transport planes slowly landed, the nuns were ready to go, and the priests in the center were escorted to the bow by the stars.

There was a sentry every three meters and every five steps in the hangar. The Storm Troopers armed with Hell Guns were on full alert. Their momentum and quality made the naval generals extremely envious, and they wished they could have a few of them to form a private guard.

The fighter planes of all the ships combined are not as many as those in one of the enemy's hangars, and their weapons are even more advanced and powerful. It would be a lie to say that we are not jealous, but it is also true to say that we are worried.

Riding a vehicle to the bow deck, more combat-ready weapons were displayed in front of everyone, and there were more than a hundred tanks that could be seen.

They even speculated that the vehicles under those tarpaulin-covered behemoths might be super-heavy tanks that were extremely rare in the Empire.

And behind the even more tightly closed gates, it is said that there are even more dangerous weapons, so dangerous that they are guarded by an organized team of Storm Troopers and on alert by the Order's automatic robots.

When everyone reached the bow deck, except for Ian and the battle sisters who remained calm, the rest of the naval generals and their guards were all surprised and silent.

Especially after seeing a group of tall Minotaur angels and Inquisitor Harrington in Terminator armor, a strong sense of inferiority took root in their hearts.

An Inquisitor wearing force feedback Terminator armor, these guys are just rich!