Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 287 Brighter Than Blood

The baron died, his body was blown to pieces by the powerful heat, except for his head, which was all in pieces. According to the local customs, the whole body is still very important, and he is obviously not guilty of this, and he ended up like this only because the baron Put Alan Bair twice.

One is that the baron controls the control, documents, stamps and many other things here. Now that he is dead, the fortress will inevitably be in chaos. The second is that the baron’s tragic death will make the owners of other asteroid fortresses, whether they are merchants, nobles, or many others. Ghosts and monsters must regard the Imperial Guard as the enemy.

But at the same time, Alan Byer couldn't bear such a smart, sensitive, and thoughtful person to openly control his supply routes. Another thing Alan Byer ordered to kill the baron was that he didn't believe this Man, this greedy and egoistic man has no heirs!
If so, then his DNA can also activate the article and help Alan Bayer stabilize those disgusting things. He raised his thighs on the long table and gave the order. "Arrest anyone here who looks luxuriously dressed or feels that they may be the heirs of the baron, and relatives. Kill all the servants and guards. We can't let them reveal information. You can keep a few servants who have revealed personnel information according to the situation. But you can’t keep a good dog like that too long.”

After he finished speaking, he looked at this beautiful hall. Now, the blood followed the beautiful marble floor and slid down, staining the ground red. The panicked servants fled in all directions, and what awaited them was the ruthless shooting of the imperial guards. This palace No one can survive, because once the Imperial Guard arrives and other fortresses know about the Imperial Guard's seizure of power, the Skadi will be passive in this war.

With the sound of bullets bursting, the massacre of tens of thousands of people in this palace began. The imperial guards are not good people, at least not for traitors. Soon, someone began to tell the whole story, the servants were living and dying become less firm.

Soon Alan Baier learned something, the baron here is 120 years old, and has five children, each serving as an officer, businessman, pirate, and clerk in the star sector, but only the fifth child is underage, ignorant ignorant.

This was a good opportunity, great, and the soldier quickly stepped over to the room that belonged to the son of the baron.

Now, as the young master, he spent all his energy in his studies and fatigue and finally fell asleep, taking a nap, but the firing of the gun and the screams of the servants appeared in his room located in the innermost part of the palace.

This small room is exquisite, hidden, and has the best possible lighting so that it can enjoy the best warmth. The warmth emitted by the huge quasi-stellar plate on the highest floor of the fortress is only enjoyed by those who live below. arrived.

The child who was still taking an afternoon nap was wearing a white corset and hadn't put on those luxurious and noble clothes. He was in his early 12s and was far from being able to take charge of himself like his older brothers.

He just raised his head from the soft bed, and because of the chaos and noise, he was suddenly covered by his maid, and the adult's body completely covered his body, but he didn't panic, it was a kind of sluggishness to be precise, because he felt Blood flowed from the body of the woman who usually treated him best, and wet his white skirt.

Then there was thump, thud, the sound of military boots rushing away, just like the panting of a devil, there were also subtle screams, guns fired, and many complicated sounds that he had never heard before.

But those soldiers did not approach, but shouted. "There are still people, open fire!" The laser fired, followed by a muffled sound, the sound of running, and the sound of the staggered stepping of military boots.

When everything was quiet, the baron's son-in-law used all his strength to push away the maid covering him. This poor maid in her prime of life didn't even close her eyes, her back was bloody and bloody from the laser gun blast, and she died a miserable death. .

The boy's shortness of breath, bloody smell, bright red collar, this warm room has also become strange, what happened?What happened to him, what happened to his father?

Many questions carried the madness of his favorite ten-year death, this young man was completely uncontrollable, and then turned into a trembling, he walked out of bed trembling, like a cub that just crawled out of its mother's womb, Staggering and falling to the ground, he got up again and again.

In this palace that had turned into a bloody primeval forest, he knew that he could not stay. Someone would soon come to clean up the place. Hiding would not allow him to survive.

As a child, he has a very strong calmness, which may be based on his father, or it may be years of high-quality education, but he is not favored. His bad aristocratic family likes the survival of the fittest, and the extreme patriarchy makes him the only one. His mother was pretty much the one who gave birth to him.

Under such circumstances, the only person who could give him the so-called maternal love died like this, and his little heart seemed to be deprived of something, but he was very calm, the kind of calmness that would not cry or scream in order to survive, Creepy.

He was almost silent, as the little beast approached his door, the once-familiar places became unfamiliar, and he could only hear the slapping of military boots behind the thick and delicate sandalwood door, a rebellion?Why is it so silent? Where are the soldiers who protect them?

For the first time in his short life, he felt fear and powerlessness, but when the sound of pattering outside the door stopped, he wiped away the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, and slipped out from the small opening of the door with his body sideways. Pay careful attention to the corridors that you have walked on time and time again.

Is it really that big here?This thought flashed through his mind, and it was the first time he felt that his home could be so strange, the faint smell of blood in the air, the faint sound of nightmarish footsteps, and the first time he found other Human beings can be so terrifying, like a nightmare.

From the most beautiful piece of marble pattern to his favorite room and only servant friend being trampled on, the child can only dare to stagger forward in this strange and familiar place, almost silently in light steps Pointing to the ground without breath, he didn't even wear shoes, just touching the cold floor with the soles of his cloth-wrapped feet made this spoiled young man unbearable.

However, his movements are fast and light, and his short, undeveloped body has a natural advantage in sneaking, and familiarity with the terrain here makes it easier.

But when the sound of military boots appeared in the corridor, the boy who walked for a while immediately realized something was wrong. He turned around and opened a place that he would never open normally. It was in the utility room in the room. There were buckets, mops, and only A few square meters, the desire to survive forced him to hold his breath and drill in.

There was no lumen ball, it was pitch black, and it was suffocating. He resisted those messy tools, put his feet into the bucket of sewage, endured nausea, smelled the smell of old sackcloth, and at the same time was full of worries about his future.

Even if he survives, what can he do if he goes out? Now that he is alone, maybe death will be more liberating.

But his cranky thoughts didn't last long. The soldiers came, the footsteps were firm and precise, getting closer and closer, patter, as if hitting his little heart, and his breathing became urgent.

And when those soldiers got close to the limit, he folded his palms subconsciously, prayed to the great human emperor, and meditated in his heart, and soon the emperor answered him, those soldiers left, and they ran away, he was not sure what happened What, but when he walked out of the utility room, he saw a bright red trail dragging forward in the corridor.

Another person, by chance or luck, helped him tide over the difficulties, his heart was beating constantly, he had never seen a dead person, but today he had a happy...

However, he mustered up the courage to walk through the corridor, to the end corner, where the blood was dry, and in the blink of an eye, he could smell the strong smell of blood. Then, the wall was burned by something, and the beautiful marble pattern was inlaid with blood-red patterns, distorted, Beautiful, at the same time, the body of a guard was slumped against the wall, the bulletproof armor on his chest was smashed, so blood flowed out, and the moment of death...

It was a headshot. The laser gun smashed his head, pierced it, and finally fell on the wall. The scorched wall patterns were blood, brains, and bones that were vaporized and turned into things.

The son-in-law covered his mouth and wanted to vomit subconsciously. This was the feeling that his servant had never experienced before, the feeling of torture, and this kind of vomiting was not nausea, but abdominal cramps caused by fear. "vomit…!"

Is that a good quality glo steak or luscious fruit juice, soft bread or dessert somewhere, only now it's just half-digested vomit sticky mixed with blood, stomach acid and putrefaction.

His thighs were trembling and limp, his feet sank into those disgusting things, but his body was driven forward by fear, by fear of the Skadi, and he didn't understand why he was attacked, or why the Emperor treated them like this , in the eyes of this child, those things are too complicated, too complicated!

He could hardly control his running, he no longer hid his figure, his head was already cloudy, and he ran towards the hall, where his father used to be, relying on vague memories, and those Skadi soldiers remembered the command of the lord, they Seeing this child, he just followed silently.

They were afraid that their guns were still strong and their arms would injure this vital child, so one of the few miracles in the history of the empire was born. A group of superhuman soldiers of the Imperial Guard followed a mad shouting child at the level of the planetary governor's mansion. Playing a game of chasing each other in the palace.

What is behind this absurd, ridiculous, and even cute picture?It is the death of tens of thousands of people, the change of power, and the cruel fate. At the same time, it is also the disaster and sin brought about by the authority of the empire.

Although Alan Bayer doesn't like the existence of the Tribunal and the State Church, which can almost be regarded as the violent institutions of the empire, he can't deny that he is also one of them, but he doesn't like to draw his sword against the weak, and for those traitors, heretics, Si Isn't the Khadi a kind of demon?
This absurd race ended in the hall, and the little boy calmed down when he saw the flowers his father had turned into. It was on the floor. The scarlet flowers, under the light of the false stars, looked redder than blood.

He was powerless, kneeling on the ground, panting, and staring at the man sitting opposite his father's corpse, and the beautiful imperial emblem on his chest, the sky eagle on his neckline, he judged subconsciously.

"My lord, my lord, save me, save us, we are attacked by heretics!" He yelled hysterically, and those "heretics" who followed him were actually elites of the Imperial Guard who hadn't wiped off their fake badges...

Alan Baier just watched this grotesque and absurd farce at the moment, then patted the folds on his body, and led his guards forward. In the eyes of the young man, following his nightmare, the heretics also showed fear.

But those soldiers were not afraid of Alan Bayer's power, but worried that they would be blamed by the lord for this ineffective mission.

And the chosen people of the emperor, the great heroes, walked forward like the stage play that the son-in-law often watched, and those heretics were timid and did not dare to approach.

At this moment he saw the beautiful saber or the great ancient weapon on the Lord Skadi's belt, the laurels of the Star of Terra on his chest or the wounds left by the many loyal worlds he saved.

His fear dissipated, the hero approached, and Alan Bair spoke, speaking the words of the Emperor as he had imagined!
But the Lord of Skadi did speak, and he did say something, but his words made the legitimate son feel cold all over.

"The child has been caught for so long. Are you going to eat canned meat or dinner made by the Raitlin kid?"

Those heretics were all terrified at this moment, but it seemed that it was different from what my son had imagined, only one of them led out. "Boss, if you want us to catch it without injuring it, it's more difficult than dealing with traitor space fighters!"

"Second lieutenant, you have learned how to stand out, right? Then everyone has a normal dinner, and you can eat canned food!" Alan Bayer cursed, but said again after the second lieutenant cried. "Okay, okay, wipe off the fake badge on your chest. Do you really want to be a traitor?"

The soldiers took out the cloth and water, washed the badge on the collar of the neck, and revealed an almost brand-new Imperial Skyhawk, but the son-in-law just looked at those people in disbelief. "Why, why the Empire, why did the Emperor attack us?"

Alan Baier, the Lord of Skadi, is just looking at this dirty kid who is crawling around, with disgust on his face. This guy is too similar to his father, and his father just threatened him …

When he thought of those words, his complexion became uneasy, and he was not a bad person, so he opened his mouth to explain. "The Emperor is on our side, son, your father betrayed the empire half a year ago and planned a rebellion. Now I have executed him on the spot, and you."

He took out the article he found from the baron's room, it was a complex, beautiful, and bright red ancient technology, and the Lord of Skadi was just pressing the side of the article with the pointed tip on the young man's head. On the skin, blood spilled, and he covered the front side on the kraft paper.

That thing left thick ink pads, but it was not pure ink pads. In the complex lines, there were signs that only the thinker array could recognize, representing the signs of rights...

He smiled, then looked at this cute little baby, let him experience what it's like to be a nobleman, and then said. "Put him in the room that belongs to him, remember to clean it up, and don't treat our little article officer badly."

In this dark No.40 millennium, there is no right or wrong, only victory and death, betrayal and sacrifice...

(End of this chapter)