Chapter 249 Report

Colonel Hans still looked as indifferent as a dead man, and did not feel emotionally flustered by the Archbishop's anger.

He silently took the report handed over by the signalman and began to report to the Bishop and the communication officer of the Inquisition the price they paid for blocking the strange thing just now.

"Here are the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th companies of the 141st Krieg Regiment, the 1st tank company of the 991st Armored Regiment, and the 810th and 1919th siege artillery companies of the Krieg."

"More than 1000 soldiers in total, 16 tanks, one super-heavy tank, six earth-shaking cannons and three Medusa siege cannons."

"We poured out the ammunition base that can support two days of medium-intensity positional warfare or an offensive that can advance 500 kilometers at a time. We poured it all out within 2 hours, with a 95% hit rate on the target."

"The death toll is zero, and there are 6,800 lightly injured. 6,000 bayonets, 3,000 guns and 3 Leman Russ tanks were destroyed."

Colonel Hans finished everything silently. He put the form in his hand on the table and silently looked at the indescribable faces of the Archbishop of the State Church and the communications officer.

".So, he was not dispelled? Wasn't he sent to hell by the holy artillery and the Emperor's fury?"

"He was unharmed."

The Archbishop's face on the screen became even uglier. He stared at Colonel Hans' mask with his eyes under his shriveled face.

"I'll send someone over."

The communication was hung up, and Colonel Hans turned his head to look at the Inquisition communications officer.

The communications officer silently stopped communicating with Colonel Hans, and it took a long time before the connection was reconnected. But this time, it was not the communications officer who was talking to Colonel Hans, but the Inquisitor who completely covered his face in the hood.

"You have no casualties?"

"No."

"Where is that thing?"

"It's behind me, he's sleeping."

"I understand."

Without much communication, the Inquisitor hung up the communication, but Colonel Hans knew that the people of the Inquisition and the State Church would soon come here to fight against this still sleeping demon.

After silently making a Sky Eagle salute, Colonel Hans sat back in his chair and began to give orders to his subordinates.

15 minutes later, two huge aircrafts cut through the sky and landed on the newly repaired apron.

Two teams of people quickly deployed to the ground from the open hatch of the aircraft.

The Ecclesiarchy sent a large number of priests, the Crusaders and a team of combat nuns, who quickly formed a formation around the apron to prevent possible threats.

Crusaders (Crusaders)

A bishop walked down the aircraft with a solemn face, holding the golden scepter of the Holy Word representing the Holy Emperor in his hand, and the rose rosary on his body emitted a faint light.

The troops sent by the Inquisition were even more mixed. These troops representing the Inquisition included an Ogryn, a mercenary with Catachan logo, a combat servant who had undergone a lot of body modification, and a psychic holding an Imperial Eagle Staff. The rest were some stormtroopers with decent equipment.

It seems that the troops of the Inquisition are weaker and less impressive, but the psychic who wears a uniform with protective marks and psychic suppressors, with suppressor crystals and exposed circuits and subcutaneous implants inserted behind his head, makes the people of the State Church nervous.

Some battle sisters disdain the troops of the Inquisition. They hate the damn psychic and are also hostile to the mysterious Inquisitor.

The hooded Inquisitor finally appears. He looks at the Bishop of the State Church, nods, and moves towards the fortifications built by the 141st Regiment of Krieg and the rest of the troops.

The Bishop and his troops are arrogant. These golden guys are so out of place among the gray and silent Krieg soldiers.

The Crusaders who follow them hold swords and shields, and their bodies are covered with scriptures and prayers. Those priests shake holy incense burners in their hands, wafting the Emperor's gift on the battlefield.

The soldiers did not kneel to their team, but stood straight, put their guns on their backs, and performed the most standard Sky Eagle Salute.

Even the Inquisitor could not find fault with the actions of these loyal soldiers.

The bishop seemed to be very pleased with this, and nodded to the soldiers with a gentle smile.

The mercenary who seemed to be from Catachan cursed softly, and only the Inquisitor in front of him could hear what the Catachan guy cursed.

"Do you really think you are the one I'm worshipping?"

The face of the Inquisitor under the hood smiled softly, and then warned the Catachan mercenary not to say so.

"Be quiet, Taro, you will be caught and burned to death, and I can't save you."

"Yes, sir, I will be burned to death, and maybe I can be eaten by these wooden heads."

"Eh? Is it time for dinner? Benben wants to eat."

"Uh, didn't you just eat once on the ship? Why are you hungry again? Catachan demons are not as greedy as you!"

". Benben is hungry."

The Inquisitor ignored the conversation between Taro and Ogryn named Benben. He just silently watched the Krieg soldiers repair the positions and the engineering vehicles that buried the craters.

It was amazing. Looking at the concentration of shell craters and bullet craters, there should be only one enemy, and considering the various metal debris on the ground, as well as the construction direction of all heavy weapons and positions, they had surrounded this thing long ago and made good defenses.

Demon?

No, even demons can't hold out for too long under such firepower, and this land has no smell of blasphemy or pollution, it can't be the horror in the subspace.

What could it be? Alien? Alpha-level psychic? Just like Rast?

The inquisitor's mind suddenly echoed with Rast's psychic energy, "My lord, there is no psychic fluctuation here."

Well. In this case, we can only talk to that thing face to face.

Everyone walked to the door of the bunker. It seemed that Colonel Hans had been waiting for their arrival for a long time. The punctured explosion-proof door was also dismantled, and only bursts of snoring came from inside.

The bishop frowned, "That thing?"

"He is sleeping. My advice is not to waste bullets."

"I don't need you to remind me what to do, loyal soldier."

"Yes, my lord."

The bishop walked into the bunker and saw the evil demon sleeping on his back, and the double-headed eagle icon on his neck, which was stained with scarlet blood.

The bishop could not accept such blasphemy and humiliation. He ordered the crusaders to hold the sharp blades strengthened by faith and cut the demon who despised the state religion into pieces.

These crusaders had fanatical and pious expressions on their faces. They passed the bishop and chopped the sleeping demon with their sharp blades.

The sound of shattering came.

It seems that their faith is not as strong as they thought.

The inquisitor stood in the corner and watched the attack of the state religion troops, and asked Rast to carefully observe the "thing" that had no intention of sobering up.

A state religion priest: The belief in the Emperor is too fanatical. Sometimes you can't even tell what they believe in.