Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor - #693 - Chapter 674 Doomsday Storm: Holy Interrogation

Vito was hung on the roof, and there were deep red wounds on his skin, and they were still increasing. The whip whipped him, turning the snow-white skin into a red scroll. background.

The ones who whipped him, or her, were the priests of the state church. They were divided into a group of three, swinging the whip and hitting Vito’s body from all angles.

“Who are you?” asked the Ecclesiastical Priest, raising his braid, “Messenger of the Emperor” “Lies!”

With the roar, another whip hit Vito’s body. The priest roared loudly and continuously slapped his hands, thighs and abdomen, “You are the evil demon of chaos, you are the lackey of the heresy!”

Yes, this is an interrogation, or rather, an ecclesiastical greeting, what? Don’t you think that the state religion identifies whether a saint is real by sitting down to drink tea with him and chatting with him while serving tea and water?

No, of course not. Their words are pungent whips, holy water sprinkled in the air, and sticks that keep beating people, because the state religion believes that pain can purify a person’s soul and also reveal the person’s destiny. Is the soul truly pure, as that prayer says?

“Pain is prayer, torture is salvation.”

The braid hit Vito’s face hard, and there was an instant cut on the left side of his face, but Vito’s face only had an indifferent expression and deep speechlessness.

This is actually a skill of the Inquisition, to identify potential traitors and Chaos believers in disguise, inspire their power through whipping, and at the moment of death, force themselves, or the demon behind the scenes save their lives, to ensure its continuity and value.

And naturally, when they choose to do this, it’s a move, and the rest is easy, you know, Inquisition style.

The irony is that Vito is undergoing such an examination now, and the pain on his body is secondary. The irony in his heart is what makes him smile bitterly.

And this smile seemed to make the state church priest aware of him. He raised his braids and roared, “Heretics who cannot help God, idiots who have no respect, repent! You should repent, and you must repent!”

Another braid hit Vito’s back, and his back was already covered with bloody gashes. He hung in the air and kept turning as the braid hit him.

“Who are you?!” the priest asked sternly, “Apostle of the Emperor” “Who are you?!”

He roared with a ferocious look on his face, the whip in his hand already moving with the tone, “Apostle of the Emperor” “Lie!”

The blood from another beating splashed onto the face of Sister Silence beside her. She wiped her cheek and frowned at the blood on her fingers, “Do you really need to do this? It makes you look like A bunch of sadists, like the Eldar.”

“This is a necessary move, nuns. Only in this way can the purity of faith be revealed.” Mathieu said piously, while thinking about the portrait on the dome and praying, and then motioned to his priest before giving Vito a whip.

Sister Silence’s head twitched back. Even though she had fought countless pains for him in the name of the Emperor, she still felt deeply puzzled by the scene before her, “You already know her identity, right? ?You saw the prophecy, the Emperor told you everything in his dream.”

“Yes, but I must prove to Lord Guilliman that what I say is the truth and what the true Emperor said, so this child must be tested.”

Mathieu said, with a compassionate face like a saint, but he still allowed his men to commit brutality. The whip hit Vito’s body, and with every whipping, the holy water stuck to it would fly into the air.

The priest slapped him hard several times, and even started to exhale, but Vito still hung there with an expressionless face, “Sir War Messenger, this heretic still refuses the sacred confession.”

“We must make her repent, we must make her pray.” Mathieu looked up at the emperor’s holy face, then lowered his head and said with a compassionate face, “Sign of the Holy Fusion.”

The priest nodded. Under the surprised gaze of the nun, he turned and walked towards the blazing stove. The priest at the stove suddenly opened the stove door and took out the blazing red soldering iron from the flames. At the end of the Rise, the mark of the Emperor’s holy skull blazed with flames.

“In the name of His Holy Majesty.” Mathieu said piously. His priest raised the iron and walked slowly towards Vito, who hung in the air and looked at them with a wry smile, “Excellent, I really It’s time to introduce you to Victor, his team of bloody men will definitely need your expertise.”

“Repent.” The priests retreated to the surroundings, and the priest in charge said with an extremely pious attitude, and stretched out the red-hot iron.

It came close to Vito’s white back, and the blazing heat shone red firelight on his back. Vito turned his back to the man and shook his head helplessly with a smile.

But unexpectedly, someone couldn’t stand it and stopped this complete farce.

“That’s enough, I’ve seen enough.” Sister Silence said angrily. She got off the wall and walked up. She grabbed the red iron and threw it into the stove. “It’s over.”

“But sisters, our ceremony is not over yet.” Mathieu said kindly from the side, seemingly not seeing the scarlet blood stains on his robe that symbolized the identity of a high-ranking official.

“I think it’s time to end. You’ve done enough to this girl. The Emperor…” The nun was just about to curse. Vito heard the first word starting with F, but in the end she endured it. After taking a deep breath, he looked at the priest and said, “Go tell Lord Guilliman and tell him that I vouch for this girl.”

Vito began to think that it would be a good idea for the Sisters of Silence to be called psychic nemesis in a strict sense. Although they were nuns, they were not born and raised in a state church, so they were not interested in these rituals. There is no interest or enthusiasm at all.

This old bastard still occasionally does something beneficial to the empire.

Sister Silence reached out to open the chain lock where Vito was hanging, but she felt it was not fast enough. Then she pulled out her sword, and when the sword flashed brightly, the priests all stepped back in awe, and made gestures on their chests to pray.

“As you wish, sister,” Mathieu said. He did not stop the nun from cutting the chain. Only he knew whether he believed her words or was unable to stop it. Vito had begun to feel that he was an agent. He is a good young man, especially suitable for politics. His face is simply perfect.

You can never tell under that pious expression whether he really thinks this way. He is like a perfect statue, only showing the most perfect side to the world.

“Very good.” The nun cut off the chain and caught Vito. She held Princess Vito in her arms, then pulled off her robe and covered him to cover the wounds.

“Go and report to your lord, I will take the girl to rest. This child has gone through enough today.” The nun said, holding Vito and walking past Mathieu. He did not avoid Vito, but spoke with piety and enthusiasm. Praying to him with no regrets, his faith is firm and even makes people feel respected.

“What an interesting person.” Vito smiled inwardly and looked at the priest with his last remaining vision. He was carried out of the interrogation room by the nuns. Outside the door, the battle nuns looked over. They were holding guns. Guard, or rather, serve as jailer.

“This girl’s trial has ended. She will not return to the dungeon. There is no need for you to intervene.” Sister Silence said seriously, rejecting the battle sister who came up to help. Her eyes were shining with obvious contempt.

“She is the emperor’s messenger, and we should protect her. Sisters, we are the emperor’s daughters.” The leader of the nuns said devoutly, looking sideways at the shrine on the side.

“Then I am still the Emperor’s bride. I am the Sister of Silence, the Emperor’s personal guard. I asked you to let go of me, sister. Are you questioning me?”

Sister Silence asked coldly, her tone as cold as ice. She didn’t want to be sisters with these fanatical believers who were raised by state education, not at all.

“Of course not, as the Emperor wishes.” The nun leader released Vito’s ankle. She took a few steps back and looked up at Sister Silence. “Do you believe the Emperor? Sister, maybe you can come and talk to me later. We prayed together and brought the Emperor’s messenger.”

Sister Silence snorted softly. She was very young, but she had no fear. Like her other sisters, they were not raised carefully in the temple of the state religion, but came from societies in various worlds, and their actions were unacceptable. Contacts, they are not very popular anywhere.

“No need, sister, I have my own way of communicating with the emperor, and I don’t need the golden statue in the hall.” The nun said with a mocking tone. The leader of the nuns was not angry, although it was not obvious that he was really not angry. Still pretending, “As you said, as the Emperor wishes, see you next time, sister.”

“Yes, sister.” Sister Silence said contemptuously, holding Vito and walking between the nuns. When she passed the gray-haired nun, she briefly glanced back at her, and then said, “You are with me. Get up, at least you don’t look like a fanatic.”

The gray-haired nun nodded slightly. After saying goodbye to her sisters, she followed the Silent Sister and disappeared at the end of the corridor under the gaze of everyone.

The leader of the state nuns wiped the blood on her fingers on her head. It was Vito’s blood. She raised her head piously and said, “Emperor, I am bathing in your glory.”