Was this man before them still loyal to the Imperium?
The moment that doubt arose in their minds—
It meant he was already disloyal.
Loyalty that was not absolute was absolute disloyalty.
Otherwise, ordinary people would never know the name Horus.
That name, along with all records concerning him, had been erased from the Imperium.
Where had an ordinary person learned of this?
"Horus? Which Horus?"
"Who else could it be, my lord? The Imperium's Warmaster!"
Something seemed to have affected their minds. Memories related to Horus had somehow surfaced within them. When one lord asked which Horus he meant, the man delivering the report answered without the slightest hesitation.
Those memories even contained fragments of information about Horus.
Bang!
The Inquisition's inquisitor instantly raised his pistol and blew the man's head apart.
The lord beside him was stunned.
Huh? What?
What had he said?
The inquisitor, meanwhile, wore a grave expression.
The Imperium's Warmaster?
What the fuck, were you from 30K?
Were you from 40K?
If you were from 40K, how could you possibly know Horus—and know that he had been the Imperium's Warmaster?
So either he was a spy sent by Chaos, or a pawn of Tzeentch.
Whichever it was.
Secrets they should not have known had been brought before them.
That could only mean one thing: there was definitely something wrong with him.
"My lord inquisitor—"
"Until I return, do not let anyone spread this news!"
The inquisitor holstered his pistol. The shapeshifter at his side instantly changed into its current form and followed closely behind him.
He intended to see who exactly was spreading rumors on the battlefield, and what was truly happening there.
On the battlefield.
Vast numbers of Chaos forces fled like homeless dogs.
The Chaos warriors who had arrived alongside the Black Legion