From a scavenger in the Underhive, suddenly transforming into the last descendant inheriting a family bloodline, it must be said… the taste of it truly made Emrys secretly delighted.
Hmm… as long as it's not a Knight family, that's fine!
Emrys wanted to ask more, but Galahad informed him that he was not authorized to relay the detailed information about the 'Merlin' family, and that he would have to wait until he met the family elder to be told in person.
Left with no choice, Emrys could only forcefully suppress his curiosity, while also feeling deeply uneasy about the family elder he had never met.
But fortunately, his mood changed quickly.
Regardless of whether he was a noble or not, with the 'Traveler' System, his future achievements would never be inferior to any noble!
"By the way, Galahad, how is Jackal doing? Is he badly injured?" Emrys composed himself and asked with concern.
Galahad glanced at him and said indifferently, "Jackal is leading a elite squad to infiltrate the upper hive, preparing to destroy the orbital defense cannons so that the support forces suspended in space can quickly air-drop and deploy."
The amount of information contained in this statement was truly vast.
Emrys, who was just recovering from his injuries, immediately felt his head swell. After carefully sorting out the details, he asked, "The Imperial reinforcements… have already reached orbit?"
"Not Imperial reinforcements."
Galahad shook his head and said, "It's the Excalibur, a Conqueror-class cruiser. As for the Imperial reinforcements… it will likely be some time before they arrive."
Analyzing the current situation, Emrys couldn't help but worry, "Can a single ship suppress such a large-scale heretical rebellion?"
"Why suppress the heretical rebellion?"
However, Galahad showed a look of derision and said calmly, "The value of this world, in your uncle's eyes, is not even as precious as a single hair of yours. All that's needed is to transfer you, isn't that good enough?"
Hearing this, Emrys opened his mouth, his throat seemingly clogged, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
In the eyes of the Imperial nobility, it was indeed as Galahad said; even the value of an entire world was not as precious as a single strand of hair of certain individuals.
Moreover… given Loser's situation, directly transferring the important target was indeed the most convenient and safest method.
"Don't think too much."
Galahad seemed to have noticed the internal struggle in Emrys' heart and slowly began to comfort him, "As long as there's even a slight possibility, the Imperium will never abandon its territory. I'm only speaking of the worst-case scenario."
As for what the worst-case scenario was, it was not up to him to decide; it should depend on that person's choice.
"There's one more thing… I need to ask you."
Galahad hesitated for a few seconds, finally deciding to ask, "Have you… met Inquisitor Winslet?"
Even now, he still held onto a last glimmer of hope.
What if Inquisitor Winnie was similar to Emrys, merely lost, and not dead?
But soon, when Emrys handed over the rosarium from his embrace, Galahad's last hope shattered. He even swayed, collapsing onto the ground.
"It's over…"
Galahad's face was bitter, his eyes filled with despair, "Inquisitor Winnie is dead, which means… there will be no room for reversal. This world will be issued an 'Exterminatus'!"
"It shouldn't… be that bad, right?" In fact, Emrys wasn't very confident, saying somewhat guiltily, "I heard that the approval process for an Exterminatus is generally very strict."
"That's relative to ordinary Inquisitors." Galahad seemed a bit dejected, saying, "Do you know… who Winnie Winslet's teacher is?"
"Uh… I don't know."
Emrys shook his head. When he and Winnie stormed Ironvault, they hadn't discussed such things.
"Her teacher is Charles Gransol, who once ordered the extermination of thousands of worlds in one go." Galahad said, "Now, do you understand what I mean?"
"…"
My goodness, exterminated thousands of worlds in one breath?
Emrys gasped, willing to call him the most fanatical Inquisitor. Satan himself would have to roll off his throne in Hell upon meeting this lord, wouldn't he?
"How about… we keep it from him for now? Maybe until he dies of old age..." Emrys suggested, although it was highly likely they couldn't fool an experienced old Inquisitor, but at least it could buy them some time!
"That's all we can do now…"
Galahad suddenly felt that ever since he met Emrys, his peaceful days had been shattered.
He was just an ordinary Tech-Priest. How did he inexplicably end up with either the Merlin' merchant dynasty or a fanatical Inquisitor?
"I want to go out and walk around, can I?"
Looking at the despondent Galahad, Emrys couldn't sit still and asked.
"You can, but I need to follow you."
Clearly, Galahad was scared, afraid that Emrys would disappear again the moment he turned his head.
Emrys naturally had no objection to this.
After leaving the room, he finally noticed that the entire settlement was bustling with people. Countless survivors were crowded in the narrow corridors and passageways.
Everyone's face carried a hint of gloom.
Their lifeless eyes seemed to have completely lost hope, and the entire corridor was filled with a suffocating atmosphere.
Soon, as he passed a room, Emrys saw a group of people inside, closely guarded by Adeptus Arbites. They were in rags, looking emaciated and skeletal, terrifying to behold.
Each of these individuals wore a helmet, with circuits connecting upwards from it. Those wearing the helmets had vacant expressions, as if idiotic, their eyes unfocused, staring blankly at something.
"Fully Automated Confession Device."
Galahad saw Emrys' gaze linger for a long time, so he began to explain to him, "It can effectively suppress the rampage of psykers. If you weren't wearing that necklace, you would also be caught by the Adeptus Arbites and brought here to wear that thing."
"I remember, isn't this thing only for psykers who are prone to rampaging and unstable?" Looking at at least dozens of psykers, Emrys felt a chill down his spine.
Every Hive world had a different attitude towards psykers, but the only commonality was… an extreme aversion to psykers. However, for the Adeptus Arbites to make everyone wear helmets, regardless of whether they were good or bad, or stable, was truly horrifying.
"You're right, but that's under normal circumstances."
Galahad sighed, pointing towards the upper hive, at the huge torn rift, and said, "The physical universe has such a large rift torn in it. Even the most stable psykers can become a hidden bomb at any moment, so the actions of the Adeptus Arbites are completely understandable."
With that, his crimson electronic eyes fell on Emrys, and he chuckled in a low, hoarse voice, "If you weren't an Emrys, I would throw you in there without hesitation."
Emrys expressed understanding.
Putting himself in their shoes, who would want a bomb that could explode at any moment hidden beside them?
After watching for a long time, Emrys still felt a bit uneasy. He pointed at the psykers inside and asked, "This thing… once it's put on, can it completely block Warp influence and suppress the rampage of psykers?"
"Of course, are you questioning the Omnissiah?" When it came to his professional field, Galahad was clearly much more confident, saying with a proud expression, "I swear by the Omnissiah, there will absolutely be no problems!"