Zerg in the Crystal Wall World.

Golders World Group

No. 12 Pastoral World.

Air Element Gate Mooring Bay.

Holy Judgment.

Bridge.

A young Inquisitor with blond hair and few implants stood beside an older Inquisitor wearing heavy shoulder armor and a wide golden belt.

"Teacher, the review results are out."

"how?"

"The world of Dragant 373 has no signs of pollution or corruption, and is still loyal to the Empire and the Emperor." The young man's tone was a little exaggerated, with the corners of his mouth raised in a sarcastic tone.

Even the judge himself knows what kind of person he is.

Moreover, the young Inquisitor hinted to every Inquisitor who went to that world that the world might be polluted and some preliminary evidence was needed to facilitate "in-depth investigation".

A world that could be polluted.

For an inquisitor, no matter how small the possibility is, it is worth using some "small tricks" to verify it.

The tricks are not limited to false accusations, frame-ups, nitpicking, and taking advantage of an issue...even if the other party makes a grammatical error, they can use it as an excuse to "disrespect the emperor" and cleanse the world of it.

But now, this group of crazy people gave an extremely unanimous evaluation of "loyalty".

"There is indeed a problem." The old Inquisitor nodded seriously. "The Zerg tide should have evolved a new method of pollution that we don't know about yet. Your discovery can save countless wealth for the empire."

The young man smiled, but said modestly: "It was all the emperor's guidance."

The old judge made the decision without hesitation: "The relevant information will be immediately synchronized to judges at all levels and sent to the Hall of Truth. They will quickly design a suitable screening plan."

The young Inquisitor bowed respectfully and said, "I guess the Holy Judgment will set sail soon? I won't bother you any more."

"Wait a moment," the old inquisitor said, standing up from his chair and finally looking at the young man. "What do you think the Inquisition is?"

The young Inquisitor did not hesitate: "We are the eyes of the Emperor, acting on his will, and are the barrier that ensures the purity of the Empire and humanity."

"Not only that," the old Inquisitor added in a firm voice, "The Inquisition is a privileged institution of the Empire. We have the power to mobilize the army, execute officials, and decide the life and death of tens of billions of people in a moment. We can go to any world of the Empire without reporting, and we can even use some heretical technologies when necessary..."

The young judge's eyes lit up with surprise, and his pride was almost beyond words.

"A variety of factors determine that we must be the most important target of the Zerg Tide. We must be absolutely pure to shoulder this heavy responsibility." The old Inquisitor said, tapping the heavy shoulder armor on the Inquisitor's uniform. "Fortunately, our numbers are small, so training is very simple."

Compared to other seal professions, the training of the Inquisitor is indeed much simpler. Because there is no need to consider balance, the more extreme the better.

This was a great advantage, but the young Inquisitor's expression gradually darkened.

Easy training and small number of personnel are undoubtedly contradictory.

"The Inquisitor group must be kept pure and flawless. Those Inquisitors made the wrong judgments and are likely to be contaminated and need to be eliminated. And you, because you have come into contact with many of them, are also likely to be contaminated and need to be eliminated." The old Inquisitor said naturally, "Of course, because of my close contact with you at this moment, I am also at risk and need to be eliminated."

The elderly judge paused for a moment, as if giving him time to react.

Seeing that the young man did not react violently, he continued: "You were able to discover a possible way of contamination. Whether it was through experience, intuition, or informants... your way of thinking is very valuable and can still bring wealth to the empire."

The young Inquisitor's expression was moved again.

The old judge was talking about the "stripping operation", which is also known as "artificial inherited memory", a technology that turns a person's experience, knowledge, and cognition into a steel seal.

The patient needs to have his skull opened while he is alive and fully conscious, and through electric shock and small-scale force field isolation, the nerves can be stimulated bit by bit, non-related brain tissue can be removed, and the soul can be distorted in stages.

For the recipient, it is almost like torture of the soul and will.

Even so, because of the possibility of emotional contamination, the success rate is no more than 10%. Even if it succeeds, it will have to go through multiple checks and may not meet the standards and end up being abandoned in the warehouse...

The old inquisitor stared at the young inquisitor and said word by word: "Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire." The young inquisitor sighed.

The old Inquisitor immediately asked, "Do you harbor resentment against the Empire?"

The young Inquisitor is a genius, but the more talented he is, the stronger his "self" is, which means the less effect the Seal will have on him and the greater the possibility that he will become a traitor.

The old judge stared at the young man, aware that if there was even the slightest mistake in his response, he would die here.

"It's just a pity," the young Inquisitor said calmly, "My greatest wish in this life is to set foot on the land of Terra, pass through that sacred temple, and kneel before the throne of the Emperor."

The voice was deep and the emotion was sincere. Most importantly, the old judge did not detect any falsehood in the words - the most indispensable skill in the judge's inheritance was the ability to detect lies.

The young judge asked, "Teacher, you were at the Central Committee two weeks ago. I believe you saw His Majesty's face, right?"

This topic had actually gone a bit beyond the point, but the two were about to die, and the old man, as a high-level judge, had already maintained the balance of the seal and didn't care.

"Yes, I have seen him," the old Inquisitor said slowly. "I have lived in the Throne World for four hundred years. I am familiar with every street and every facility there as if they were the back of my hand. I have walked through the outer walls of the Imperial Palace countless times and heard the whispers of the Guards... I have also seen Him."

"Really? You've seen it, that's great..." The young judge spoke with relief.

As soon as the words fell, the battleship suddenly sounded a strong alarm.

It was the core of truth on the ship that detected the power of the insect swarm that was not in line with the "truth", that is, psionic energy.

A huge tentacle that was more than ten kilometers long suddenly emerged from the void and tied up the entire warship.

On the bridge.

The two of them saw the huge mountain-like tentacle directly through the porthole.

Gulu~ On the part of the tentacle facing the porthole, eyeballs with a diameter of several meters emerged from under the skin.

The old judge felt his brain was burning, as if someone was sucking all his brains out.

"He is reading my memory?"

The truth field on the old Inquisitor's armor was operating at full power, and coupled with the Inquisitor's own willpower, he slowly turned the gun barrel towards himself in a severe headache, attempting to commit suicide.

But as psionic energy bursts out, it forms a void shield while distorting space and time.

The entire spacecraft was transformed into a large piece of amber.

The Inquisitor was like a bug in amber, motionless but perfectly preserved.

That is, after ensuring that the spacecraft is strong enough.

The tentacles quickly retracted, pulling the entire spacecraft towards the wormhole.

During this time, golden light burst out, but it collapsed immediately...

……

Dominate the body.

The infected emperor, who was facing the mechanical goblin, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Nothing?" the mechanical goblin asked as if he had expected it.

The infected emperor nodded: "He should have undergone some kind of memory surgery. All the information about the throne world is distorted."

The Overmind was convinced. Even though he was a Zerg unit, he sometimes couldn't help but ask: Is it really necessary to be so extreme?
The mechanical goblin continued, "If we can operate on a ten-year cycle, I am confident that we can send spy units into the core of the empire."

"Forget it," the Overlord did not intend to waste his energy on this matter, "Is the arrangement of the soul explosion almost completed?"

…………(End of chapter)