MTL - Warhammer Inquisitor-Chapter 499 Rising from the Ashes: The Sixth Cthulhu

  Chapter 499 Reborn from the Ashes: The Sixth Evil God

  Preliminary Summary—I’m on a business trip for the past two days, and some work needs to be implemented after the lockdown is lifted, so it’s a single update for the time being. After the business trip is over, the double update will be restored immediately. I hope everyone understands.

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   They meet in the garden.

   "Come with me."

   Vito invited so, and then the two walked in the garden of the atrium. This is a beautiful greenhouse garden. It is really difficult to see such a scene on a steel battleship.

   Trees and flowers were planted around them. The tall crown tree covered the sky and the sun, and the sentinel tree stood up like its name. On the top of the two of them, the long willow tree extended its vines.

  As they make their way along the boulevard, apricot blossoms bloom on the left, and scented violets thrive in the warm sunlight simulated in the greenhouse on the right.

"How are you?"

   he asked, his eyes looking at the tall dome above his head, which is the sky made of glass, through which there is an endless starry sky.

   "I'm fine, Your Excellency, but is she okay? Silver Snake." She replied softly, her voice was very small, as if she was afraid of disturbing the flowers growing in this beautiful garden.

   "She's fine and alive."

  Vito said calmly, "The soul stone saved her soul, and her body was repaired by the pharmacists and biological sages on board. Then she came back to life, and now she is going home with Jack."

   "That's good." She whispered softly, and the stream flowing over the rocks in the garden echoed in her ears.

  The two walked forward together silently, walked along the boulevard, passed a stone bridge and rose bushes, and surrounded by flowers, Vito spoke again.

   "You did a good job, Miss Petronella, you successfully deceived Anthony and his accomplices." He said.

  Petronilla also nodded modestly: "My honor, Your Excellency, thank you for your compliment."

   "You are an excellent undercover agent, Petronilla. He paid you a handsome price, but you have withstood the test. I have to say that I admire you very much."

   "Thank you, my lord, because I know that you can give me something more important." Petronilla said with a smile, "Your story, this is not something that can be found in Terra's great library."

  Vito turned his head and glanced at her, and she looked at him with a half-smile. From those eyes, Vito knew that she knew that he had sent someone to follow her.

   But she didn't point it out. It was a very clever approach, which made Vito look at her with admiration again.

   "Your name, Petronilla, does it mean Gray Bird?" Vito said, he knew that he would never remember wrongly, and Petronilla's nod also confirmed this from the side.

Vito stood on tiptoe and plucked a gray finch flower from the treetop above his head. He put it on her hair, and she stood obediently in front of him, letting him approach, lowering her head to let his Fingers touched his ears.

  The sunlight from the greenhouse was chopped by the canopy, turning into pieces and falling on her face, Petronilla looked at Vito's face.

"In guest etiquette, giving someone a gift means ending the guest relationship." She whispered softly, "Are you sending me away? You've already taken care of Anthony, and I'm worthless to you, right? Just a question annoying girl."

  She is indeed beautiful, Vito thought, under the sunlight of the canopy, those eyes are like a pair of watery jewels, and her hair is smooth and slender, which is unforgettable.

  Vito looked at her, then shook his head negatively, "No, it's not that you are useless to me, Petronella, I need you to help me contact Waldo."

  He replied very straightforwardly. Petronilla looked at him with some shock in her eyes for a moment, but soon calmed down. She sighed long and didn't want to deny it.

  After all, it is useless to deny it. She knows that it is useless to lie to herself, and it is not good.

   "When did you recognize me?" She asked after a while.

   "Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of denying your camouflage skills. Your skills are very skilled, even in my opinion, so you can deceive Anthony so that he can't see it."

Vito said: "But you made an inconspicuous little mistake. You called me Constantine and said that was my real last name. Maybe you wanted to get closer to me, but so far, only four people know In this matter, two of them are actually the same person, and the other two."

  He paused, "It's the Emperor and Valdor, you will not be sent by the Emperor, if he wants to warn me about her and me, he will send Celestine."

   "Although it would be scary, I'm afraid to think about the girl's face when she arrives, but I really miss her and want to see her." Vito added after a moment, with a smile on his face.

   "You are not sent by the Emperor, so you can only be from Valdor, and besides, I also got news that he sent a spy to me."

   Facing Vito's smile, Petronilla also smiled bitterly, but she didn't have any intention of resisting or running away.

   "Then what are you going to do with me? Call Lancelot to kill me? Or hand me over to the court for torture and interrogation?"

   "How could it be? That would hurt this pretty face." Vito said, stroking the face with the back of his fingers, with a slight smile, "That would be a pity, no, I wouldn't do that."

   "This is different from how the empire treats spies."

   "Indeed, you're lucky."

  He smiled, which surprised Petronila, who couldn't understand Vito's thoughts at all.

   "Then what are you going to do?"

  Vito looked into her big watery eyes, observed carefully for a while before speaking, "Pedronila Viva, is this really your name?"

   "Is this what you plan to do? Ask my name? To engrave it on the tombstone?"

   "Just answer me."

   After Vito finished speaking, she was silent for a moment, looking into his eyes, the sound of the stream became louder and louder after the two of them quieted down, and the canaries in the cage in the distance also began to sing.

  They sang and sang, and after the lark joined in singing, Petronilla shook her head slightly and said, "No, that's not my real name."

   "My real name is Milva, which means Red Scarlet Sparrow. Lord Valdor gave it to me."

   "What was your name before? Before this name."

   "Does that matter? I'm an orphan, Constantine. The past doesn't matter. My parents died when I was very young in the famine after the state church raised taxes to build churches."

  She recounted being tormented by painful memories of that past, the pleas of hunger again, the pain of the ropes trapping her wrists, and the scrape of stones as her legs were dragged across the ground.

She sighed, "I was very beautiful at the time, and the bishop of the state church planned to take me as a concubine. Although I was only thirteen years old, he still planned to **** me. They tied me up and planned to take me away. At this moment, Lord Valdo came."

"He killed the bishop of the state church, executed all the local church members, and killed the troops of the defense army, and organized the local people to repel several suppressions by the Governor's Palace. Later, he ordered The Governor canceled the tax increase, and removed the bishops and monks of the State Church."

   "Didn't they recognize that he wasn't the Custodian?"

   "At that time, he was wearing golden armor and was more than three meters tall. To the people in that land of ignorance, he was the emperor's imperial army. Naturally, no one dared to disobey his request."

  Petronella fell silent, as usual, after Vito was silent for a while before continuing.

   “Then he asked me if I wanted to leave with him.”

   "And you agreed," he interjected inappropriately.

   "Yes, I agreed, what choice did I have at the time? The only fate left was to go to a brothel and live with my face and the things between my legs."

  Vito nodded and stopped asking, "Is he nice to you?"

   "Yes, Lord Valdo has adopted many orphans. He asked the religious order to train us, teach and nurture us, and he didn't prepare for that day. Some of them are quite talented, and he will cultivate and train them himself after he selects them."

   "And you are one of the best."

   "Yes, sir."

   "He has a good eye."

   "Thank you, Your Excellency."

   She looked at herself, her eyes sparkling with luster.

  Vito thought for a moment, then turned around and walked forward for a certain distance before speaking, "What is his mission for asking you to come to me?"

   "It's not about assassinating me, is it?" He couldn't help sniggering as he spoke. Petronilla sensed the mockery, but he didn't get angry.

  She shook her head, "No, of course not, you are a god. Although I have been trained by Lord Valdor and have assassinated many people, I can't kill you, he knows."

   "But he sent you anyway."

"My face and body are sharper than a sword, and my sweet words are stronger than the sharpest spear, this is what Lord Valdor said." She said, "He thinks, this will be useful to you, after all, you like women .”

   "This is true, my brother is also very accurate, you really make me like you."

   "I'm glad you say so, my lord."

   "Back to the topic, what did he ask you to do?"

   "Find out the Emperor's real name." She said without hesitation for a while, "This is what we are looking for. It has been all these years. Lord Valdor believes that only you are the most likely to know."

   "So he sent you." Vito said and plucked a flower, a small white flower.

   "So did you find it?"

   "Have a name, Ogram."

   "How do you know that's it?"

  “Rely on my directness. They always say that my intuition is very accurate. So far, it has saved me many times.”

   "But you didn't guess what happened today."

   "To this day, yes my lord."

   They stopped, and at the far end of the boulevard, leaving the running brook behind, turned in a field of white roses and almond blossoms.

   "You're wrong, Petronila Viva, I don't know if that's his real name, I'm afraid no one in this world remembers it, just like my own name."

  He smiled bitterly, and stood among the flowers with his hands behind his back. They looked at each other and fell into a long confrontation.

   "I failed." She broke the silence.

   "Are you going to kill me?" She continued, as if she had no longer feared death, as if she had already died.

"Do not."

  He replied, the words were calm but without any killing intent, which surprised Petronilla a bit.

"I said earlier that I like you. This is not a lie or a compliment, but the truth." He said sincerely, "Valdo is indeed accurate, you remind me of an old friend, so I will not kill you, I need you to do one thing for me, one last thing, and then you can leave safely."

  Petronilla thought for a while, then asked curiously, "What is it?"

   "Help me contact Waldo, tell him that I want to see him, and ask him to arrange it."

  Petronilla was silent for a while, and then did not hide her doubts, "You are not afraid, we set a trap? Just like you did to Anthony."

   "Not afraid." He said affirmatively.

"why?"

"Because I know Waldo better than any of you, and he won't harm me." Vito said and walked up, put the white rose on Pedronila, and was talking to the gray sparrow spend together.

  He took a few steps back, "Contact him." After saying that, Vito turned and continued walking into the depths of the garden, leaving Petronilla in place. He looked at his back and felt a warm feeling in his chest.

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  In an unknown room, a tall figure sits in a Zen courtyard, surrounded by incense burners and candles, and there are many ancient books by the candlelight, which are piled up like mountains, and the man sits in the middle.

  He flipped through a book in his hand, and crossed out a string of names on it with the pen in his hand.

   "Master Valdor, Meval replied."

   A person walked into the edge of the courtyard and said that he was wearing a yellow robe, like a monk, but the gun that was faintly visible under the robe was not something a monk would have.

   "What did she say?" Waldo asked without looking back.

   "She failed, she did not find the real name of the fifth evil god."

   "It's not surprising. I've searched for dozens of lifetimes, but I haven't found it." Waldo wrote something in his notebook as he spoke.

   "She is only twenty years old, let her continue to approach Vito and wait for orders."

   "But my lord." The monk's unexpected defiant speech made Valdor look back slightly in surprise.

   "Say it."

   "She also mentioned that Vito Constantine wants to see you, and we will choose the location."

  Waldo stopped the pen in his hand after hearing this.

  He turned his head slightly, stood up after a moment of silence, and the yellow cloak on his body also fell to the ground, revealing the golden battle armor clearly.

  Waldo turned around and pulled out the halberd "Spear of Dawn" that had not been used for a long time from the pile of books. Looking at its golden gun body, it seemed as if it had returned to the past, but this time it was waving, but it was not the same as in the past.

  He pressed the switch on one side suspiciously, and when the power lightning jumped on the blade, his worries disappeared.

   "Tell him and I'll meet him."

The golden giant turned around, clenched the halberd in his hand, and the pair of imperial sky eagles on his chest gleamed under the candlelight, and then he walked out of the secret room for many years, leaving the books and ancient scriptures to go to the appointment .

   "Do we need to set up an ambush?" The monk asked from behind.

   "No, you don't have to do anything, this is between us."

   he said, stepping into the shadows with the spear in hand, he was going to meet, and judging by the gleam of the Spear of Dawn in the dark, it would not be a reunion of old friends.

   "The Sixth Evil God." He murmured, and walked into the darkness holding the Spear of Dawn that shone like its name.

  (end of this chapter)