Chapter 266

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+Jurisdiction: Valle Festival District+

+Timestamp: 3551916.m41+

+Target Title: heretics executed 831+

+Objective overview: the bishop of the sixth Diocese of valledo is seriously corrupt+

We hereby request the heresy trial court, division 8-16, Yangxi Star district to be concerned about the religious world valledo [document index 227-11a]. Riots broke out two weeks ago. It is known that four low-level infantry regiments of star boundary army have entered the counter insurgency [document index 228-16a], and the contact has been completely lost so far. The world has confirmed that it has suffered chaotic heresy corrosion, and the source of corrosion is [encrypted information, authority above tsr-11], It is recommended that the ninth tribunal fleet [see Annex dx1-9] be dispatched to implement the extinction order.

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This is the last insurance. If Marcus is going to sacrifice, this thing will be thrown to a place where it will not be noticed in advance, and then it will continue to send the court specific encrypted signal.

If a judge approaches the world later, he will receive this signal and carry out the above plan without doubt.

Of course, this is the worst result and the last resort.

"Judge."

Just at the end of the record, another voice sounded. Marcus turned and saw Chandler standing there. He was a bounty hunter from the guard star nest, with excellent shooting skills and powerful intuition. Now he is accepting his employment.

The judge found Chandler's extra pistol and grenade at a glance, but he didn't say anything. Chandler had the habit of collecting materials on the battlefield. He always felt that he didn't have enough guys on hand.

This habit saved his life many times.

"Those heretics found our whereabouts and are about to attack the gate."

Not surprisingly, Marcus made a lot of noise to kill the bishop, but he had already figured out his way back.

"From the underground passage, we need to meet the rest of the Star Army. They may also have high-power signal transmitters."

"Yes, judge, right away."

The team acted with great efficiency. It took them 20 minutes to reach the previous safe house from the underpass of the church.

The so-called safe house means that when a judge goes to a place to perform a task, he will first choose a hidden and solid place to establish a temporary stronghold, where a large amount of materials and equipment will be stored in order to deal with the sudden deterioration of the situation.

However, the safe house will not be safe soon, and the cults will search and arrest on a large scale. Therefore, Marcus resolutely decided to give up the safe house and set off for the ninth parish station that seemed to be under the control of the Star Army not long ago.

The task of this investigation has been basically completed. Now his task is to punish and try, and eliminate the root cause of this scourge.

He has basically determined the location of the culprit, and only needs to contact the court fleet or any imperial armed forces immediately.

But their position was still some distance from the ninth parish. In order to reach the target as soon as possible, Marcus decided to get a means of transportation first.

Therefore, he led the team into a maintenance workshop, which was mainly responsible for the maintenance of various vehicles in the sixth parish. After the outbreak of the rebellion, the place was controlled by the cult.

But Marcus thinks there should be some usable vehicles in it.

Their actions were very sophisticated and careful, and did not disturb the nearby heretics. When they entered the maintenance workshop, it was still running in an orderly manner.

The huge machine trembled and roared, and the crane lifted the bucket full of molten iron and poured it down into the mold.

The engine attendant repeated the fixed work he had been doing since the beginning of the war, as if nothing had happened around him. The dirty water leaked from the pipeline sent out bursts of steam on the red burning machinery, mixed in the smoke in the hall, and there was a smell of rust everywhere.

For Marcus, standing here is like being in hell. He can't help but miss the ice and snow in the winter of his hometown, the place where he received training, and the feeling of frost on his clothes and cold air inhaling into his nose.

The interior of the workshop was occupied by a small group of heretics. Most of them were composed of rebel guards, dressed in blue and purple bulletproof armor and painted with heretic symbols, wearing necklaces made of human hand bone fragments, and feathers and tusks on their skin.

There are also a small number of workers, machine servants and some priests who have removed the imperial and national religious marks.

Marcus can hardly say which of them made him feel more disgusted, but since they chose to betray, they will face the same fate——

Death.

"Don't leave a living mouth."

Marcus touched the nearest guard, and then decisively ended the other party with a dagger. Before the other person reacted, Marcus hit the fallen heart with his psionic power, instantly turning the man into a drooling idiot.

But these people are bound with this alarm, and once they die, the alarm will be triggered.

Suddenly, there was a shrill sound in the workshop.

"There's an enemy! Come on! Here!"

"Kill them!"

A heretic first rushed out of the steam and smoke. His body had changed. His eyes were turbid and his teeth were extremely sharp. The heretic magic seal was engraved on his bulletproof armor and waved a heavy axe in his hand.

Marcus turned sideways to avoid the heavy axe coming at him. If he couldn't avoid it, it would undoubtedly cut off his head easily, but it's a pity.

The failed axe fell heavily into the gap in the floor and got stuck in an instant.

And this moment is enough for Marcus.

His sword swung upward, the blade cut from the waist to the throat, and easily cut the heretic.

When the enemy fell, Marcus's explosive pistol also began to fire forward, and another heretic immediately fell in a pool of blood.

But there are more behind him, dozens of people.

Verne was fighting beside him, and the laser gun kept shooting.

Suddenly, the sleeve of the veteran's uniform was cut open by a laser beam rubbing his body. He immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and turned over the guy who sneaked on the support.

After a long battle, his shell armor was full of traces of laser burning and cutting tools.

"They are somewhat different."

Said Verne, taking a breath.

"They are fanatical, well-equipped and highly organized."

"These are rebel guards."

Marcus continued to shoot with a blaster pistol and used psychic powers to constantly disturb the minds of those people, making their shooting scattered.

At this time, the Death Cult assassin suddenly appeared from behind those people. The heavy needle pistol in his hand roared and smashed six heads. Then he threw the four traitors to the ground with a black combat knife.

Many people don't even know what killed them.