So, are you cooked yet?

"What?!"

The young Inquisitor, who had just been angry, suddenly knelt before him, one knee touching the ground, and grasped his aged hand in a panic. "Teacher! Why did you do this? Teacher! This... how could it have come to this?"

He was raised by Inquisitor old Inquisitor from a very young age, and was trained step by step from an apprentice to a full Inquisitor. Although they were master and apprentice, their relationship was no different from that of father and son.

Valens's report made it very clear: Lin En's method was a path, but this path required the Emperor's protection; without the Emperor's protection, it could not be easily attempted.

Ordinary Psyker cannot contend with the mental power of the Hive Consciousness; being countered by it results in them becoming humanoid Chicken Thief.

These old Inquisitor are all so old; they have devoted their lives to the Imperium, working tirelessly for decades without a single day of rest. Most of Inquisitor are even unmarried and have no children of their own.

They are so old.

Now it's time to rest and move behind the scenes, only responsible for giving advice to young Inquisitor and holding meetings and voting within the Inquisition.

No matter how carefully the test personnel are selected, they cannot select these high-ranking, powerful, and Grand Inquisitor.

The old Inquisitor patted his head. "The test subjects need high psionic power and absolute loyalty to the Emperor. We old fellows discussed it and decided that we are the most suitable candidates for the Inquisition. The first batch of test subjects will consist of several Cardinal from the Ecclesiarchy, several Grand Inquisitor from the Inquisition, several Canoness from the Battle Sister, several Paladin from the Grey Knights, and several Living Saint. We are all devout followers of the Emperor, and the Emperor will protect us."

"But—" the young Inquisitor looked up anxiously.

However, with so many important figures standing in front, their Inquisition Grand Inquisitor was relatively the weakest and least likely to succeed.

They are also the most likely to be countered and turned into Tyranids puppets.

Why can't we let others try? Why is it so necessary for them to do it? Is it absolutely necessary to do this?

But the old Inquisitor simply patted his head again, interrupting him.

"Alright, stop looking so gloomy, cheer up. This is honor, Ser. We're old now, and even if we die right now, we can return to the Golden Throne with dignity."

He patted the young Inquisitor on the head again. "And you must continue to work hard. The future of the Inquisition, the future of the Imperium, depends entirely on you."

*******

Lin En learned about the commotion at the Inquisition from the system, but he didn't intend to argue with them.

The system specially popped up a window in his mind, giving him a live broadcast.

The radicals slammed their fists on the table, the radicals wanted to study it, the radicals shouted to send someone to Bolomite.

The radicals opened their mouths, then sat down, and then regretfully gave up.

Then came the words of the old Inquisitor.

Lin En paid little attention to the radicals' speeches, but Lin En watched the loyal old Inquisitor's speech intently.

He often felt that the world wasn't so dark after the occasional glimmer of humanity that sprang from this cesspool, that there was still light and hope.

After watching the projection, Lin En closed the pop-up window.

He stood in the corridor of the Governor's Palace, hands in his pockets, his small sunglasses tilted to one side, looking out at the courtyard.

The courtyard was lit up with lights everywhere, creating a hazy, yet not completely dark, atmosphere.

"Brother Tongzi."

[Um?]

"They're putting me on the hot seat."

Are you ready yet?

"They're ripe." Lin En wiped his face in grief and indignation. "Damn it, how did so many true saints emerge from this cesspool?"

If you tell him there are no good people in the Warhammer Universe but you have to save him and then leave, but if you tell him there are still good people struggling in Warhammer...

Damn it, Chaos, let's fight another three hundred rounds!

The Imperium also needs Inquisition.

This statement may sound like empty, grandiose official rhetoric, but it is true.

The Inquisition is the Imperium's immune system; it Inquisition the Chaos Corruption, the infiltration of Xenos, the rise of Warp.

The Inquisition is somewhat similar to the ancient Embroidered Uniform Guard or the Eastern Depot. Although it inspires fear and is suspected of abusing power and disregarding human life, it is still indispensable.

Overall, the Inquisition is more beneficial than harmful to the Imperium, and most of the Inquisitor in the Inquisition are dedicated to serving the Imperium.

With the exception of a few corrupt officials, the Imperium's officials worked harder than anyone else, slept less than anyone else, and died earlier than anyone else; they didn't even have time to commit suicide.

It's undeniable that there were a few troublemakers involved, but generalizations shouldn't be made.

He also wanted me to stop eating beef, but... the emergence of the Inquisition was an inevitable evolution in the Warhammer world today. As long as humanity's enemies remain, the Imperium will need the Inquisition.

Self-interest moves people's hearts; heroes are judged by their deeds, not their intentions.

As long as the Inquisition doesn't do anything excessive, he can treat them as having gone astray.

As for how to handle the Inquisition, let Yellow Pelt stand up and let him deal with it himself.

As I said before, whether it's the son or the subordinate, let the Yellow Pelt deal with this mountain of dung that's a mixture of chocolate-flavored poop and poop-flavored chocolate.

He simply doesn't have the ability of Lord Regent to open his mouth in this cesspool.

My dear grandson, you've really had a tough time.

*******

The next day, Lin En took Inquisitor Valens to see the Tyranids on the small, Desolate Planet.

They departed from the Bolomite track aboard a Transport Shuttle of the Lamenters.

Lin En only brought Valerian and Carl, while Valens brought his deputy, recorder, and attendants.

It was unusual for Phoros and his team not to come; they stayed in Bolomite to handle daily affairs.

Lin En initially wanted to let loose, but then he thought about it again. Let loose? Phoros and the others weren't here, but the two Adeptus Custodes were.

sad.

Continue to maintain a reliable and stable image.

The Transport Shuttle flew for about half an hour, reaching the orbit of the Desolate Planet.

Valens sat by the Porthole, looking out.

The drab, gray rock ball lies below, devoid of an atmosphere, its surface covered only with rocks and pits.

Twelve Mothership- class Bio-ship lay sprawled on the planet's surface, looking like some kind of planet-level monster.

The Transport Shuttle descended.

The Desolate Planet grew larger and larger, as did the Bio-ship. Valens ' fingers gripped the armrest of his seat, a hint of tension in his eyes.

Everyone else was a little nervous too. The deputy's face turned a little pale, the recorder gripped his pen tightly, and the attendant huddled in his chair.

The Transport Shuttle landed.

The landing point was on a flat rock on the surface of the Desolate Planet, only about two hundred meters away from the mouth of the largest Mothership.

These days, the Mothership has become so used to being fed that it instinctively opened its mouth again when it felt something falling near its mouth.

So when Valens and his group went down, what they looked up at was a Abyssal Maw larger than the crater itself.

The Abyssal Maw two massive jaws as large as mountains, and layers upon layers of sharp teeth.

Valens: "...!!!"

What are you doing?! Lord Lin En isn't really going to kill them all here, is he?!