When Marshall reopened his eyes, he found that the darkness in his vision had disappeared.
Instead, what greeted him was the edge of 'mine Shaft No. 3'!
They had been miraculously transferred from that dark alien ruin to the outside, and as others gradually opened their eyes, they all showed shocked expressions, their gazes fixed on the central figure of the entire scene.
"How did you do that?!"
Marshall was extremely agitated; he grabbed Emrys, his bloodshot eyes wide.
"Calm down, Mr. Marshall." Emrys tried to push him away, but the guy was too strong and clung to his sleeve, so he said with a helpless expression, "Would you mind letting go of my sleeve? That's not very aristocratic."
"Sorry, sorry, I was too agitated."
Hearing this, Marshall forced himself to calm down, but he still stared at him with fervent eyes: "Could you disclose whether the technique you just used can achieve stable teleportation by bypassing the Warp?"
He was also a psyker, but he didn't detect any Warp fluctuations during the transfer.
In other words, the technique Emrys used had a high probability of bypassing the influence of the Warp, thereby achieving more stable teleportation!
This was precisely the reason for his excitement; merely being able to evade and bypass Warp teleportation, its inherent value was already immeasurable!
If this technique could be applied to other areas, it might play a crucial and decisive role in localized wars!
Looking at Marshall's eager eyes, seemingly wanting a precise answer from him, Emrys sighed and said with a regretful expression, "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Mr. Marshall; this technology cannot be mass-produced."
He temporarily had no plans to reveal the 'Space Bridge' technology.
At least, not yet; it wasn't because he was selfish, but because this technology was too important!
It could even turn the tide of future battles and affect the upcoming 'Indomitus Crusade,' so it absolutely could not be easily leaked.
Even an Inquisitor couldn't; Marshall wasn't 'qualified' enough!
"Mr. Marshall, I understand your feelings very well." Emrys patted him on the shoulder with profound meaning, leaving some room: "But this matter... can end now."
Apart from that silly girl Winnie, there weren't many unintelligent people who could hold the position of Inquisitor.
Marshall understood his unspoken meaning and had to forcibly suppress his curiosity.
However, he wasn't the only one who witnessed this event; thinking of this, Marshall turned his head to look at the remaining people.
He didn't need to worry too much about the Space Marines of the Brazen Claws.
The Silent sisters were even less of a concern; they adhered to their Vow of Silence and would never betray the Emperor.
So, the only people who might leak it—Marshall didn't hesitate, forming his hand into a blade and bringing it down suddenly and decisively!
The Silent sister beside him, as if receiving an order, immediately drew the crossbow bolt from her waist and unhesitatingly pulled the trigger.
Swish, swish, swish!
Several armor-piercing crossbow bolts shot out, piercing through the few remaining Arbitrators.
This sudden scene not only shocked Emrys but also caused an uproar among the Brazen Claws.
However, before Emrys could even ask, Marshall seemed to have already anticipated his reaction and spoke a step ahead: "Mr. Emrys, I have no obligation, nor do I have any confidence, to believe that a few mortals can keep a secret."
His face was expressionless, his tone extremely calm.
It was as if the person who had just ordered the shooting of his companions wasn't him at all.
"I do not wish for anything that happened today to be revealed by anyone, in any form."
Marshall's gaze was as dark as water, like a sharp knife, falling upon the Brazen Claws: "You are the Emperor's Angels; you should understand the importance of secrecy and silence better than I do. I don't need to repeat myself, do I?"
"Are you threatening us?"
The Captain of the Brazen Claws suddenly lowered his voice significantly.
"You can interpret it that way."
However, Marshall showed no fear, looking directly at the Brazen Claws, and said with a chilling tone, "If you don't want to be targeted by the Inquisition, then you had best... keep your mouths shut."
The threat in these words contained not a shred of falsehood.
Anyone who understood 'Inquisitors' did not want to be targeted by the Inquisition, even Space Marines!
Finally, under Marshall's imposing gaze, the Captain of the Brazen Claws remained silent for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice, "We swear by the name of the 'Iron Father' that we will never reveal what happened today to anyone."
"Very good."
Marshall nodded in satisfaction.
At this moment, the authority of an Inquisitor was fully demonstrated in him!
What Space Marines?
A single sentence could make you 'submit,' and he would kill without mercy!
Looking at the silent Emrys, Marshall suddenly curled his lips, patted his shoulder, and put on a benevolent smile, saying meaningfully, "Don't be surprised; you'll get used to it after seeing more of it."
Later?
Dream on, he'd rather not see him again!
Emrys pouted and said, "Since the matter is resolved, let's head back quickly."
Although they hadn't been gone long, he was worried that something unexpected might have happened to Oteck.
"Hmm, that's right."
Marshall withdrew his gaze and nodded, "It's time to go back quickly."
The remaining nine Brazen Claws escorted them towards the hive city.
"Mr. Marshall, you look rather pleased?" Emrys glanced at the Inquisitor, somewhat puzzled.
Ever since they returned, he had worn a gloating expression, and he wondered what it was that made him so happy.
"Why wouldn't I be happy?"
Marshall's mouth was almost stretched to his ears; he chuckled, "Just thinking about those Chaos scum, searching so hard for so long, only to find no 'target' and then being surrounded by those xenos, I can't help but laugh."
No wonder he was smiling so sinisterly.
At this point, Marshall asked with a touch of worry, "You think they shouldn't be able to escape, right?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Marshall."
Emrys' lips also couldn't help but curve upwards; he said confidently, "Even if their numbers were ten times greater, they wouldn't be able to escape."
Those were Necrons, the former overlords of the Milky Way Galaxy. Although they had lost a bit of face recently due to their feigned dormancy, it absolutely didn't affect their strength. Killing a few Space Marines was child's play, wasn't it?
Forget about a mere three combat teams; even an entire company wouldn't be enough to fill their teeth!
While chatting, Emrys and his group finally left the Underhive.
Along the way, they didn't encounter any imagined enemy resistance; the entire Underhive seemed to have fallen into an eerie silence, and the genestealers, who should have been like annoying flies, had all disappeared.
This scene made Al's mood inexplicably heavy.
This was not a good sign; enemies wouldn't disappear without reason. If the Underhive was gone, it meant...
"Quick, look there!"
Suddenly, an unknown scream pulled Emrys back to reality.
He subconsciously looked up, but the scene that met his eyes was like a giant rock falling into a calm lake, stirring up a huge commotion in his heart!
In the central area of the hive city, the space elevator, built by Hades-8 and responsible for collecting cometary ice crystals to supply water resources to the hive city, which reached straight into the clouds, was completely engulfed in raging fire, emitting thick black smoke!
Emrys' pupils constricted sharply as he watched the scene.
What was happening? They had only been gone for less than a day, and in such a short time, how was Siluria on the verge of being breached?
Was Drechris eating shit?!
Almost the entire Siluria hive city was engulfed in towering flames, and amidst the fiery glow, thick smoke billowed like daemons coiling in the sky!
Twisted and blasphemous Hell Drakes roared, their wings tearing through the black curtain of smoke, relentlessly attacking the core area of the hive city.
And in the outer regions, countless genestealers swarmed out like a tide, as if driven mad!
On the hive city's steel walls, the anti-aircraft turrets were clearly firing at full power!
A scorching torrent of metal rained down like a sky-filling storm, ceaselessly unleashing firepower, briefly and arduously halting the enemy's advance.
"Lord Emrys, it seems we can't go back."
As an Inquisitor, Marshall could tell at a glance that, given the current situation, their desire to return was a pipe dream!
Not to mention how they, with so few people, would pass through the genestealers surrounding the hive city in layers; even if they could break through, Drechris would never open the gates for them, risking a breach!
Besides, those hundreds of anti-aircraft cannons wouldn't distinguish between friend and foe.
"No, I can't!" Emrys clenched his fists, veins throbbing around his eyes, and his pupils bloodshot: "I must go back!"
Hearing this, Marshall's brow furrowed slightly, as if he'd guessed something: "Is there someone very important in the city?"
"Yes."
Emrys took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger.
He had to remain calm now and figure out how to resolve Siluria' current predicament!
It didn't matter if Drechris died, but Elsa, Morgana, and Jackal were all in the hive city, and he absolutely couldn't abandon them!
"With all due respect, Lord Emrys." Marshall looked at Emrys with an impassive face, his voice low: "I understand your feelings, but the reality is, we don't have the ability to rescue those people, nor do we have the ability to save the current situation."
Emrys' expression was grim, and he said nothing.
However, from his tightly clenched, white knuckles and the throbbing veins in his temples, one could tell his heart was far from calm.
Just as the Inquisitor said, from a rational perspective, abandoning the rescue was the best choice.
But he was unwilling!
He had promised Elsa that after this war, he would take her to see grasslands, snow-capped mountains, lakes, sunrises, and sunsets.
Moreover, Morgana was also in there; that child had saved him twice!
And Jackal, back in Roselle, if it weren't for Jackal, he probably wouldn't even know where he was!
If he abandoned even those people, would he still be himself?
Emrys suddenly clenched his fists, the hesitation in his eyes fading, replaced by determination: "No, you all leave, I'm staying!"
"Have you thought it through?" Marshall raised an eyebrow, looking at him with interest: "Staying means certain death."
"I know."
Emrys' face was devoid of expression, his tone calm.
"You know and you still want to stay?"
Marshall raised an eyebrow, looking at Emrys' serious gaze, a realization dawning on him: "No, you're not that reckless!"
"Inquisitor, are you willing to take a gamble with me?"
At this moment, Emrys suddenly turned his head, his expression seemingly tinged with madness, chilling to the bone.
Marshall's heart jolted, and he said in a deep voice: "What do you want to gamble?"
"I'll gamble on this." Emrys raised his hand, pointing at the burning hive city, his eyes full of madness: "Whether I can break into the hive city, rescue the people, and become Siluria' savior!"
"Are you mad?!"
Even Marshall, who had served as an Inquisitor for a long time and was considered well-informed, was shocked by the madness in Emrys' words.
He didn't understand why Emrys was so persistent!
But after a few seconds of silence, Marshall's voice was low as he looked directly at Emrys: "How confident are you?"
"Don't ask; if you ask, it's a hundred percent." Emrys maintained his mystique even now.
It wasn't that he wouldn't say, but that even he himself didn't know how confident he was of success, after all, this was a real war!
"I don't think your actions are a rational choice."
Marshall closed his eyes, paused for a few seconds, then reopened them, his gaze sharp and terrifying: "But, as an Inquisitor, I admire your courage, Lord Emrys."
"Compliments are unnecessary; let's get to something practical." Emrys looked at him eagerly, as if he wanted to strip him bare.
"What kind of help do you need?"
Marshall was also very perceptive, immediately saying: "Within my capabilities, whatever you ask, I can promise you!"
"Aren't you planning to leave?" Emrys was somewhat surprised; Marshall's quick agreement exceeded his expectations.
He had thought he would need to use more words, but he hadn't expected it to be achieved so easily!
"Don't forget, I am an Inquisitor."
Marshall's face was impassive, but the corners of his lips curled slightly into a smile: "Reason tells me that the possibility of reversing Siluria' situation is zero, but I believe in you, just like the miracles you showed me in the ruins!"
"I won't waste words; thank you for your trust, Lord Marshall."
Emrys took a deep breath, then laid out his plan: "I need you to go to the Dirkden Sector. There should be 'Knight Families' stationed there. Please, in your name, and in Inquisitor Winnie's name, mobilize the Knight Families to assist!"
The Dirkden Sector, as the largest noble gathering place on Vigilus, possessed the most advanced medical life-extension technology!
Therefore, some 'Knight Families' chose to station 'Knights' here to cooperate with Agamemnon.
However, medical life-extension technology was far less valuable to the enemy than other sectors, so the attacks suffered were not intense.
But mobilizing 'Knights' was by no means an easy task.
Unless an 'Inquisitor' used overwhelming authority to coerce them, it would be impossible for the cowardly nobles to relent!
This matter could only be handled by Marshall!
He reluctantly handed the 'rosarium' over to Marshall.
Taking the emblem, Marshall was still puzzled: "Even if the Knight Families are mobilized for assistance, a few Knights alone cannot break through Siluria' outer defenses, and besides, it would take at least seven days!"
He cast his gaze towards the burning hive city, sighing helplessly: "With the enemy's current offensive, the hive city will hardly last until I return."
"I understand your concerns, but please don't worry."
Emrys turned and stepped forward, resolutely walking towards the burning hive city: "In seven days, I guarantee Siluria will not fall!"
Next, it was time for his legion to make its appearance!
If the enemy wanted war, then he would give them war, letting blood and fire become the forge for the Iron Throne!