Deep within the dungeons of the Inquisition Fortress, forbidden things that must not enter the Imperium are stored.
Inquisitors recover these forbidden things from various planets, store them in the fortress, and guard them.
Only the most devout clergy of the Emperor can fulfill this duty of guarding.
Led by Eisenhorn, Guilliman entered the depths of the Inquisition Fortress.
The environment here was chillingly cold, strange whispers echoed in the air, and pure malice felt so tangible it caused a prickling sensation on one's skin.
The walls, ceiling, and marble floor of the corridor were covered with sacred prayers.
Shrines to the Emperor were placed everywhere, with incense lamps lit on either side of winged silver skulls.
Holding burning incense, Exiled Priests constantly chanted hymns praising the Emperor in the dark dungeons.
Out of faith in the Emperor and great love for the human race, these priests, originally belonging to the Ecclesiarchy, resolutely chose to sacrifice themselves to study forbidden and dark Chaos lore, seeking ways to protect human souls, becoming guardians of forbidden things, and keeping these unspeakable threats outside human society.
Besides the Exiled Priests, at regular intervals, a Manifestor holding a staff and wearing a golden mask stood guard.
They are devout followers of the Emperor, able to use the Emperor's power to combat daemons while protecting themselves from harm.
Their staffs can unleash force field attacks and also reinforce their faith, preventing them from being corrupted.
Under Eisenhorn's guidance, Guilliman entered the depths of the dungeon.
"My lord, must we truly do this??" Eisenhorn was a little uneasy; his gaze towards the primarch held a hint of fear in addition to respect.
The other party's plan was nothing short of madness; no sane person would think of using daemons to gather warp intelligence.
This primarch not only had this idea but also acted upon this insane plan with extreme determination.
During their conversation in the hall, the Lord of Ultramar easily persuaded Eisenhorn to help him execute that insane plan.
"Those mad things are so vile and shameless; using any conventional means to deal with this will only embolden them and make them more reckless. daemons constantly prey on humanity; every successful invasion brings unimaginable casualties, and the only thing humanity can do is rely on the Grey Knights and the Inquisition to expel them.
Those daemons are reckless; their attempts to tempt mortals, if successful, yield vast amounts of flesh and souls. If unsuccessful, they suffer no significant loss. This situation must be improved, otherwise humanity will never be able to break free from the curse of the warp.
Daemons fear death just the same; it is precisely because of this that daemons fear my father, because my father does not merely expel them, but truly kills them."
This is a universe of hitting rock bottom, Eisenhorn. Only guardians shameless and base enough can protect their race. We must tell daemons that harming humanity will no longer mean simply being banished back to the warp; humanity will retaliate, will shatter their twisted essence, and utterly end them."
Eisenhorn was well aware of the madness and terror of this plan.
Once exposed to the public, even a primarch would face intense scrutiny.
The other party needed a layer of insurance, insurance to preserve their forces and appease the Imperial populace.
He was that insurance.
Eisenhorn did not refuse this plan, which was so blatant and could betray him at any moment.
He was never meant to be remembered anyway; the worst outcome would only be more tragic.
Imperial traitor?
Enemy of humanity?
Eisenhorn didn't care anymore.
But if this plan succeeded, the benefits it would bring to humanity would be unimaginable.
Humanity would march into the warp, forming a completely new kind of confrontation with daemons.
The sound of their footsteps echoed in the deep dungeon corridor.
Servo-skulls, holding candles aloft, floated beside them, providing illumination.
These candles were no ordinary things; they were made from the fat extracted from the bodies of devout believers.
The light from these candles could help users dispel illusions caused by sealed artifacts and daemons, weakening the influence of those forbidden things on the guardians.
daemons and those sealed artifacts always liked to create illusions and whispers to mislead those with weak wills.
These candles could effectively prevent these things.
Using the light from the candles, Guilliman surveyed the Inquisition's dungeon with interest.
In the niches on the walls, small sarcophagi were placed.
Those sarcophagi were cast from blessed adamantium and auramite, with dense and complex suppression runes carved on their surfaces.
These runes varied, determined by the forbidden things inside.
Further inside were giant bookshelves, filled with books documenting ominous things, as well as books obtained from the hands of Chaos cultists.
Some of these books were written in Gothic, while others were written in xenos languages.
The origins of these books were very complex.
Some were even written by ignorant people.
These people, up until the moment judgment arrived, had no idea what terrible things they had done.
They became tools of the gods without realizing it, secretly rejoicing that their burst of inspiration had produced a masterpiece.
The fate of these people was equally tragic; they were executed without mercy.
More books came from the distant past, their origins unknown.
Parchments wrapped in covers of flesh, stained with unholy blood.
The corruption contained within these books was extremely terrifying; the text described unspeakable, incomprehensible beings and runes.
Any mortal who came into contact with these books would immediately succumb to that irresistible corruption.
Following Eisenhorn's steps, Guilliman walked past the bookshelves and entered the deepest part of the dungeon.
Here was bound a daemonhost that had already been transformed; he had grown horns and a tail, and most of his fur had fallen off, leaving him looking bald and horribly ugly.
Powerful warp energy caused the daemonhost to levitate in the air.
Blessed chains and runes bound the daemonhost, preventing it from breaking free and escaping these restraints.
Sensing the arrival of Guilliman and Eisenhorn, the daemonhost opened its eyes, its yellow pupils showing pure malice.
"Eisenhorn, you despicable deceiver, I thought you were long dead." The daemonhost looked at the white-haired Eisenhorn, its tone chilling, filled with malice and rage.
"I must say, you are the most skilled liar among the humans I have met; you are more deceitful than daemons. I once served you, saving you from danger more than once. All I sought was for you to release me according to our pact, and what did you do? You toyed with me, imprisoned me in this cell, you used me countless times."
"One day, I will escape, and then I will hunt your soul, Eisenhorn; you will be enslaved for eternity."
The daemon's hatred for Eisenhorn was so immense.
Even with Guilliman standing right beside it, the daemon completely ignored him.
Hearing this, Guilliman's mind immediately conjured up a melodramatic Mary Sue drama.
A poor little daemon repeatedly toyed with by a heartless Inquisitor, who finally cruelly imprisoned it in a cell.
"Inquisitor, that daemon has been held by you for three years."
"Has he been purified??"
"No, he says he will return as a king to take revenge on you."
"Cherubael, your words are nothing but lies." Eisenhorn paid no mind to the daemonhost's rage; his gaze was calm and cold.
"Heh heh, Eisenhorn, you know, there's no way to imprison me here forever; I will escape one day."
The daemon named Cherubael issued a threat through the daemonhost.
After speaking, he finally noticed another person standing beside Eisenhorn.
Seeing the other person's face, Cherubael instinctively recoiled a few steps.
"Impossible, how can there be a son of the Cursed One???"
Cherubael's tone was filled with terror, and he screamed.