Warhammer Inquisitor Chapter 483

  Chapter 483 Reborn from the Ashes: Petronilla's Field Records (Part 1)

"The Marshal took the lead in the battle of the Ministry of Government Affairs Building. He descended from the sky with a golden lightning to bring down the judgment. Tzeentch's demons and monsters were helpless in the face of him. There was only death and flight. Above the Marshal's head, steel wings soared, from time to time Falling judgment and death, behind him is Lancelot from Cologne, holding a knight's sword and cutting spines with the marshal, and on both sides of them are Don Quixote and Knight Charlemagne, and many more Iron Knights."

  —Excerpted from "The Marshal's Expedition, The Record of the Unyielding Expedition, The Battle of the Great Rift" by Petronilla Viva

  To be honest, Petronilla was very embarrassed when she wrote this sentence, because she did not personally experience that wonderful battle, and all her information came from hearsay in the future, and she pieced together a barely complete story.

  In fact, she found out later that although it was her first time stepping into the battlefield, and also her first time facing the ferocious demons of chaos, she didn't have many memories of the war.

The deep-rooted memory of facing the devil became inconspicuous with the encounters with the devil again and again, and finally blurred in many memories, and the various fragments of that battle became similar, mixed with other memories , making it difficult for her to distinguish.

   On the plus side, this can prove that she has experienced many battles and can be called a qualified narrator, but the downside is that it is difficult for her to write down real and reliable content when writing a documentary.

   But this is not absolute, because she can still recall some scenes after a long time, some scenes that impressed her deeply.

   "Aren't we there yet?" Petronilla asked the Knight Commander Don Quixote who was leading the way, but the latter responded to her with cold words again.

   "It's almost here, don't complain, you are still alive, aren't you?" He said, "Compared to others, you are lucky enough."

I'm afraid I'm not lucky enough, Petronila thought to herself, she thought the journey would not be too long, but she obviously miscalculated that the speed of the Stormbird fighter compared with her speed, compared to those steel raptors, it was an instant. The distance is a long way for her.

Petronila couldn't remember when the battle ended, she only saw the storm bird blasting the roof of the government building, and then they jumped in, and then there was a burst of gunshots and shouts of killing, but Then it stopped abruptly.

Then, Petronila was summoned, and she was led by Don Quixote through the streets full of ruins, passing through all kinds of broken walls that were difficult to pass through, and went to the place that seemed close at hand, but in fact it was not at all. The building of the Ministry of Government Affairs is going on.

   "Why don't we ride the Stormbird?" Petronilla asked, his ankle sore from the uneven ground. "We could have gotten there in a flash."

   "The Stormbirds have left, and they need to return to replenish fuel and ammunition." Don Quixote continued to look back indifferently, and his attitude made Petronilla very dissatisfied.

  She looked at the tall knight leading the way in front of her. He was somewhat similar to Lancelot. They both had blond hair and straight hooked noses, handsome and burly.

   "Knight Don Quixote, how long have you been following the Marshal?"

   "Not too long." He said coldly.

   "You are Primaris Space Marines, right? The first batch? I heard you are not from the recruiting planet of the Dark Angels. Where are you from?"

   "You ask too many questions, Petronilla Viva, and you shouldn't expect me to answer you."

Don Quixote stopped talking, and they finally passed through the long ruins and streets, and came to the gate of the Ministry of Government Affairs, and there was an obstacle blocking them here, which also impressed Petronilla A roadblock, even if I recall it many years later, I still remember it.

  Because it was not a dilapidated barricade built of bricks or rubble, but made of demon bones.

  A large number of demons piled up into a hill, blocking the door, there is no passage in between, and there is no place that seems to be easy to pass through.

   "This is?" Petronilla asked in surprise, looking up at the towering ridge in front of him.

"We haven't had time to move them away, so we have to crawl over, can you do it?" Don Quixote's voice was still indifferent, but there was a little irony in that smile, at least Petronilla thought so of.

  She snorted, raised her nose high, and then began to climb the devil hill in front of her. This was not easy, and she had to admit that she felt it was difficult after her arrogance passed.

  The corpses of these demons were full of blood, which made them flowers, making them difficult to step on and even more difficult to climb. When Petronilla climbed halfway up the mountain, her legs slipped and fell backwards.

   But fortunately, Don Quixote caught himself in time, and he stood on the corpse, "Are you okay? Do you need me to hug you?"

Those words sounded like a mockery, and he would not be caught without a fight. After throwing off Don Quixote's hand, Petronilla continued to climb up, climbed the hill with difficulty but firmly, and then slipped from the other side go down.

  It was only then that she realized that going down the mountain was more difficult than climbing it. She slipped in a short while, rolled down from the top of the mountain, fell to the ground in embarrassment, and got up on the broken floor with her limbs propped up.

Don Quixote fell down, he was much more decent, Petronilla gave him a fierce look, the latter didn't look at her but turned to other places, and shouted with another knight from a distance. what.

Petronilla got up quickly, patted her trouser legs, looked up and looked around at the government affairs hall that had been damaged after a battle, the corpses of demons were lying all over the place, and the blood was greedily sipping from the broken marble. As he drank it, the stones were gradually dyed a light red.

  The knights are all around, and they seem to have suffered losses. Petronila doesn't know the exact number of sacrifices, but she thinks that for this victory, the knights of Caliban also paid a considerable price.

   But their achievements are also remarkable. Petronilla activated the memory spiral, and recorded the mountain of demon corpses behind him in his mind, as well as many other pictures here.

While recording, she followed Don Quixote through the devastated lobby. Her feet suffered again. The gravel and bricks all over the floor made her almost twist her feet, but fortunately, she didn't get into another embarrassment. Passed through among the warriors and came to an arch at the end.

To be precise, this used to be an arch, but the surroundings have collapsed, and the piled up in the center has been blasted to open a path. Petronilla carefully pondered the gate. At first, she suspected that it was the holy coffin-shaped dreadnought on the side. did, but this argument was met with skepticism.

  She looked at the scorched black marks on the ground, and the blasted gravel was covered with similar scorched marks, which were pierced by a bolt of lightning, and she knew who the owner of the lightning was.

   "Go in, go to the end." Don Quixote pointed to the gate, looked at the dark door, he glanced at himself, perhaps waiting for himself to ask for his escort? But she was wrong, she was not afraid at all.

Petronilla nodded slightly, and then bravely walked into the corridor full of demons before. She walked in the dark corridor with tall vaults, surrounded by toppled ruins and bricks. Dead demons can be seen.

  Pedronilla looked at them, and a trace of fear involuntarily emerged in her heart. She pressed her hand on the pistol, and secretly prayed in her heart that these demons would not suddenly get up.

  But she quickly passed through the vaulted corridor and walked into the library. Her eyes looked around the tall bookshelves with surprise. She dared to say that this must be the largest library in the whole empire.

But this is also the past tense. It is difficult to be called a library here now. It has been destroyed a lot. There are few bookshelves that are still intact. Most of the books have also been burned, or only the library is left. The scorched fragments lay on the ground, sobbing in waiting.

   Looking at the collection of books, Petronilla couldn't help feeling a little pity in his heart, but the pity was soon washed away by the demon remains in front of him.

In front of her, in the center of the library was a huge eagle-headed demon. Its wings were broken, and its beautiful blue feathers were soaked in blood. See through.

  Pedronila plucked up the courage to go up, and came up to the devil carefully, watching the monster's head reaching out to touch its head, she was very careful, her fingers kept stopping and moving forward.

Anyone who stands in front of a demon is terrified, even a dead one, but human curiosity always overcomes fear, especially Petronila, who touched the demon's face with her palm, Gently flicking its feathers.

Her eyes recorded every detail of what she saw into the memory spiral. This was a rare opportunity. I am afraid that apart from the Astartes and the soldiers of the Star Guards who fought side by side with them, she was one of the few who could observe such a close-up One of the lucky ones of the devil, she can write some wonderful, even research-worthy articles one by one.

  She has already thought of the title, and it is called "The Encyclopedia of Demons".

   But just as Petronilla was thinking about it, the demon bird in front of her suddenly opened its eyes, its eyelids slipped from the orange eyeballs, and a big eye stared at Petronilla.

She immediately withdrew her hand after being startled, backed up again and again in fright, and pulled out the pistol hastily, but at this moment a big hand was pressed on her shoulder from behind, she immediately raised the gun and fired. gun.

  She missed, the muzzle of the gun was deflected by a smooth long sword, and the laser beam shot past his ear.

   "Hello, Ms. Petronella, the reaction is good, but the marksmanship is a little crooked." Vito said with a smile, "Otherwise you can do something that many people dream of, kill me."

  (end of this chapter)

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