A certain sector outside the Eye of Terror.
As the sector closest to the Eye of Terror after the fall of Cadia.
It had long been Cadia's rear supply world even before its fall.
Massive amounts of supplies were transshipped here, and vast armies assembled in this location.
The Departmento Munitorum had also constructed numerous storage worlds within the sector, with endless warehouses filling every inch of the planets.
Now, after the fall of Cadia, it still retained a higher supply priority than other sectors due to its ample infrastructure and defense requirements.
Yet, in this very sector, as Van Roth stood at the Spire of the sector government, looking at the indifferent sector officials before him, he gritted his teeth, and the veins at the corners of his eyes throbbed visibly.
"What do you mean this batch of military supplies is still being processed? You've been giving me this same excuse for nearly a month!"
Van Roth squeezed these words out through his teeth. As an Inquisitor, whenever Van Roth showed such emotion, ordinary Imperial high-ranking officials would have long since knelt in fear and trepidation.
But the ones here were the sector government, and furthermore, a sector government facing the Eye of Terror directly. For some unknown reason, they had repeatedly delayed providing military supplies to Van Roth.
So much so that a dignified Inquisitor actually had to inquire time and again just to barely ensure that the ever-expanding Sith Imperial Fleet could continue to operate.
"Lord Inquisitor, it is truly because the military supplies you require are too vast; we are simply too busy to handle it."
The sector official didn't care at all, remaining coldly professional. After speaking, he turned around, returned to the administrative hall, and closed the doors, leaving Van Roth outside.
This scene made Van Roth clench his power hammer of judgment in anger, but looking at the fleet in dire need of supplies, and knowing that before reaching Terra, he could not afford any unnecessary loss of combat power, Van Roth gritted his teeth for a long time. He could only take a deep breath, suppress his anger, and step forward to knock on the door as gently as possible.
At least until Sith returned, and until he could return the fleet Sith had entrusted to him intact, Van Roth had to endure it.
Yet inside the doors, hearing Van Roth actually knocking gently, the sector officials inside were drinking coffee and enjoying the sunlight with satisfied expressions, showing absolutely no intention of rushing the processing for Van Roth.
While sipping coffee, one of them glanced at the quiet figure waiting after the knock and couldn't help but sneer:
"Even if this Sith hasn't turned traitor, this Inquisitor doesn't offer any bribes and still wants such a massive amount of supplies."
"I don't know if he's been following a traitor for too long, but he's even forgotten the basic 'etiquette'."
The officials sneered; besides the fact that Sith's prophecy sounded too much like a traitor's, it was also because Van Roth hadn't offered any kickbacks, leading to malicious delays by the sector government.
As an Inquisitor, Van Roth was naturally aware of this, but the problem was that maintaining such a massive Imperial Fleet, along with Alert Star being a money-guzzling beast, meant Van Roth was truly out of money!
He could only, in his capacity as a dignified Inquisitor, lower himself to beg the local sector government.
However, the Empire lacked everything except vermin, and Van Roth's concessions instead became a novel form of entertainment for the sector government during this period.
After all, there weren't many opportunities in the entire Empire to toy with an Inquisitor.
Outside the door, Van Roth's knocking was gentle and rhythmic, neither impatient nor discouraged.
But as the star above set once again and twilight descended upon the land, it seemed that this day, like the previous ones, would end without success.
Unable to secure the supplies, Van Roth, with his eyes bloodshot, gritted his teeth and prepared to leave.
The reason was even because he was afraid that disturbing these officials' rest would give them another excuse to make things difficult for him.
But this time, when Van Roth knocked on the door for the last time and saw no response from behind it, just as he was about to turn away while suppressing his humiliation, the originally yawning, magnificent, and towering hall was suddenly filled with officials rushing about anxiously.
At the same time, on the faces of these officials, Van Roth could even see undisguised, immense terror.
He didn't know what had happened, but since none of these officials paid him any mind, Van Roth had to leave it for today and try to find a way tomorrow. He even considered whether he could take out the portrait of Sith, painted on the battlefield and secretly kept as a treasure from the Hyberia Hive Sector, to exchange for the military supplies the fleet desperately needed.
However, just as Van Roth walked out of the hall and looked at the huge blue sun in the distance, frowning and preparing to smoke a cigarette he had long since quit, hurried and crowded footsteps came from the hall behind him.
At the same time, a call filled with terror and anxiety stopped Van Roth:
"Lord Van Roth!"
"Respected Lord Inquisitor!"
Van Roth was stunned. With the unlit cigarette in his mouth, he turned back in confusion, only to see the sector officials, whom he hadn't been able to meet even once after begging for over a month, all running toward him.
Seeing the people he had wanted to meet, Van Roth subconsciously tossed the cigarette away, but he didn't dare drop it on their floor, instead stuffing it into his pocket.
He was terrified that they would find another reason to make things difficult for him.
But Van Roth's hurried actions, when seen by the group of officials opposite him, brought no joy of toying with him; instead, they appeared as pale terror, as if they had seen the apocalypse descend.
A few officials who had made things most difficult for Van Roth even had their legs go weak, nearly collapsing to the ground.
This scene left Van Roth completely stunned. Then, without continuing to wonder, Van Roth simply lowered his eyes slightly in thought, and soon, with an expression of incredulous astonishment, he suddenly looked up at the sky.
To be precise, in the direction of the Eye of Terror beyond the firmament!
There was nothing there, yet Van Roth had no doubts. He just truly couldn't understand how, in just a few months, his Lord had managed to pull people out from the Eye of Terror!
Van Roth stared blankly at the void above, while the sector officials finally ran up to him, out of breath.
Then, without even waiting for Van Roth to look at them, they immediately scrambled to speak, raising their heads:
"Military supplies!"
"We will provide the military supplies immediately!"
"Not only the needs within the sector, but we can also provide the supplies required by Alert Star behind Lord Sith."
The officials were like drowning people trying to grasp the last straw of hope before them.
Their terror now was just as intense as the joy they had felt when making things difficult for Van Roth earlier!
After all, anyone who had seen the recent scene from the Eye of Terror would have to wonder if the Great Heresy from back then had ever truly ended!
However, this time, when the originally 'good-tempered' Van Roth lowered his head to look at this group of Imperial vermin again, his response to these vermin was to suddenly activate his power hammer, which crackled with electric arcs.
At the same time, as if to back Van Roth up, the first thing to appear in orbit was the black-gold orac that had burst out of the Warp.
Following that...
It was a dense, countless mass that even obscured the star...
An endless fleet!
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