Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The mechanical sage Proy roared at Lucian XII with a deadpan face, and his whole body didn't seem to have the slightest ups and downs.

"From the perspective of data, there is no difference between nobles and commoners. You are constructed from the same genetic sequence, and there is no difference or specialness between you. Your so-called glory and blood are at the level of the empire. If you think about it, it won't help much."

"The Lucian family is only recognized by Terra because of their ancestors. Now, Terra is subject to the imperial regent, and he has the right to make any adjustments. Don't try to resist the decision of the imperial regent. According to the existing data, The Lucian family has no chance of winning."

Proy's mechanical voice was extremely calm without any emotional ups and downs.

The people of the Mechanicus will always maintain rationality, and only in this way can they get the best results.

"My ancestors shed blood for the empire. They paid a lot to get where they are today." Lucian XII said, "The reason why I can sit here is because of the sacrifices made by my ancestors. The ancestors of those untouchables What have you done, the fate of a person should be doomed from birth, if you want to blame, you should blame your ancestors for not shedding blood for the empire."

Lucian XII stood up, pacing back and forth, with a very excited tone.

"My family has accumulated for four thousand years. How can those people achieve my achievements in a few decades!! Is such a reform fair?? It's completely unfair."

"The Lucian family will never compromise with such forces. We will defend our power. Tell me, sage, which side are you on? Will you support me?" Lucian XII sat on the throne and asked Proy's position.

"I suggest you put away that absurd idea. You don't know anything about the power of the Empire Regency. Whether it is military or political, he has an absolute advantage. If you fight against the Empire because of reforms, you will regret it Yes. The Mechanicus will never be involved in this matter, we are absolutely loyal to Terra and Mars, and any covenant is based on this consensus."

Proy shook his head, he wouldn't risk his future for this idiot.

Judging from the various images that flowed out from those military parades and Indomitable Expeditions.

The troops in the hands of the imperial regent are enough to crush all opposition forces and beat all dissatisfied.

It is really impossible to get the imperial regent to make concessions.

No noble who tried to resist could overcome him, and no one could challenge him.

The former high lord council may be the only force that can slightly compete with the imperial regent.

However, after the Beta-Galmon galaxy, the aristocratic forces represented by the High Lords Council came to an end.

In the end, he was uprooted by the Regent of the Empire.

Even Terra's bureaucracy has undergone a major overhaul.

The whole of Terra became the seat of the Imperial Regency.

Terra has the Forbidden Army, the Imperial Fist, and Mars, so many forces eventually surrendered to the Imperial Regency.

What does Vigilante have? ?

Vigilante has an egg! !

Resisting the imperial regency, even if you die, you can't find all the corpses.

What the Lucian family did would only bring disaster to themselves.

Proy had to be out of his mind to join the opponent's camp.

Lucian XII, who ascended to the position of governor of the planet only by virtue of the privileges of hereditary nobles, needs military ability without military ability, and political ability without political ability.

What would he use to fight against a Primarch who had experienced war and created the high lord council system.

With his pig brain?

Or with his 300-jin fat pig body? ?

The governor of the planet who has been pampered since he was a child and has never been on a battlefield is completely unaware of the power of the empire's regent.

In the face of absolute power, the so-called politics is a ridiculous toy.

One punch down, and there's nothing left.

Not to mention the governor of a small planet, even a star region or some war lords would not dare to disobey the order of the regent of the empire.

Proy didn't want the rest of his life to be wasted by this idiot.

Standing in the same camp with the other party is undoubtedly a dead end.

"You once signed an alliance agreement with the Lucian family. According to the content of the agreement, you must protect us." Lucian XII said.

"You also know that it's called the alliance agreement, not the death agreement!!" Proy firmly refused the other party's request, "I'm sorry, we can't do it with the Lucian family in violation of the Primarch's reform order, and even armed confrontation. This is a felony treason against the Empire."

"We are loyal to the empire, and Guilliman is the one who betrayed the empire." Lucian XII loudly refuted Proy's statement.

"This is your opinion. What matters is the ruling of Terra and Mars." Proy said, "Once Terra and Mars decide that it is treason, it is treason."

"Absurd, the Primarch has already controlled Mars and Terra, what he said is not what he meant, do you think he will consider himself a traitor?" Lucian XII said mockingly, "He will only label himself as a human being. In the rescuer, he is nothing more than a shameless thief who stole power that does not belong to him, and wants to steal other people's."

"The era of the Primarch has passed. Isn't it funny that he dared to call himself the regent of the empire?? The high lords are the legal supreme rulers of the empire. He is just a thief."

"He has the Emperor's approval," said Proy.

Lucian XII was even more disdainful, and his fat face trembled, as if he was amused by Proy's words.

"The emperor hasn't spoken for ten thousand years, who knows what he said is true or not. Maybe, the emperor didn't say anything, it was purely made up by him."

"This is blasphemy." Proy's tone became cold, "Omnissia personally recognized the rule of the Primarch."

"I don't want to argue with you. You are too old-fashioned. There are many liars in this world, Proy. Liars of power abound. I have seen someone holding a high lord's council signature and becoming the governor of a planet. He worked for a hundred years, until someone went to Terra to check his family history, but found that there was no note at all. After investigation, he found that he only got the signatures of the high lords on a piece of white paper, and the letter of appointment was his written later."

There was a mocking expression on Lucian XII's fat face, "What do you think of this matter? A blank piece of paper has ruled a planet for a hundred years. If someone uses the emperor's fox to pretend to be a tiger, who will be able to expose him at that time?" Woolen cloth?"

"You are just guessing." Proy said, "From the data analysis, the situation you mentioned does have a high probability of success in the empire with slow communication. But in Terra, the possibility of success of this strategy is almost zero. "

"I can't convince you, Proy. Now I only ask to fulfill the original alliance agreement and stand firmly on the side of the Lucian family." Lucian XII does not intend to continue to discuss with Proy whether the Primarch is authorized by the emperor. Too much time wasted.

He just wants to get the other side's position now.

"The alliance agreement is established on the basis of not violating Terra and Mars. Once you oppose the reform of the imperial regency, you are standing on the opposite side of Terra. In such a situation, the alliance agreement will not take effect. The Mechanic Order has the right to refuse to fulfill it Protect your promise, we don't want to die for it."

"Are you going to break your promise?" Lucian XII said angrily.

"This is for the benefit of the Mechanic Order. It is impossible for us to fight against the Regent of the Empire. To be honest, no one with a brain would do that." Proy shook his mechanical head and persuaded Lucian XII. "He controls politics, the military and technology, what do you control?"

"I won't compromise. Since you don't want to stand on my side, then get the hell out of Port Saints. I don't need white-eyed wolves like you as an ally against the orcs and the Dark Eldar. You are useless." Lucian The Twelfth said loudly, "Go away, and don't appear in front of me again."

"Without my maintenance, your defense system will never be used." Proy looked at Lucian XII and explained their importance to him.

Without them, who else would have mastered the technology of cultivating the Empire's shield generator?

In fact, the mechanical sage Proy is a little unreasonable about Lucian XII's brain circuit.

In this reform, to be honest, those hereditary nobles who obeyed only lost their titles, and a lot of wealth was preserved, allowing them to live a decent retirement life.

What the Mechanicus lost was the monopoly of technology and military power, etc. After all, the loss was far greater than that of the nobles.

But the mechanical sage-Proy had no intention of resisting.

In the long run, Guilliman's reforms ultimately benefit everyone, and the same goes for the Mechanicum.

The pie of the empire will get bigger and bigger, and eventually everyone will be able to share it.

But what Lucian XII thought about was his own little power, thinking that he could enjoy more by sitting on the merits of his ancestors.

It is believed that the distribution system should be distributed according to the previous method.

Their hereditary loyalists deserve more.

After being taken away by Guilliman and distributed to others, he became furious and wanted to overthrow the Primarch and step down immediately.

"I don't care, not everyone is as stupid as you, who can't see the essence of Guilliman, he is just a dictator, a tyrant, a hypocrite who is eager to cast his own crown with blood." Lucian XII Shi waved his hand, "I have help from the knight family, and those mechanical priests who see the evil nature of the Primarch to help me. They will help us defend. I can't trust you anymore, Proy, you want to betray I also want to tear up the alliance agreement."

There was a trace of surprise in Proy's eyes. He looked at Lucian XII and shook his head, "You have been fascinated by power. One day, you will pay the price for it."

"I'm just defending my private property." Lucian XII said in a low voice while sitting on the throne, "If a robber wants to take your things, shouldn't you stand up and resist!! Why do you want me to accept it humbly? Such a despicable and shameless robbery!!"

"If it is wrong to resist robbers, then what else is right in this world."

When the mechanical sage Proy heard these words, he knew that there was no need for the two sides to talk anymore.

The two sides have been unable to reach a consensus.

Proy hoped that Lucian XII could talk about the next thing while being loyal to the empire.

However, Lucian XII hoped that the Mechanicus could communicate about the next things while being loyal to the interests of the Lucian family.

The two simply cannot agree.

It would be a waste of time to talk any further.

He turned and walked out, the heavy mechanical body pressed against the thick stone floor, making a dull sound.

A few days later, some members of the Adeptus Mechanicus headed by Proy announced that they would withdraw from Jubei City.

Proy didn't want to participate in such a mortal matter.

The imperial regency is bound to win the reform, even if it is a massacre.

So far, how many dignitaries have been killed, and how many have been sent to punishment camps.

The foundry generals of Mars all paid the price.

Reform is already a general trend, and anyone who tries to stop it is doing nothing but mantis' arms.

Lucian XII was not moved by the news that Proy announced his return to Jubei City.

He stood on the balcony of his mansion, watching the members of the Mechanic Order headed by Proy leave in vehicles.

Since the empire is aggressive, why should he continue to be loyal to this decaying human empire.

He must rise up and fight, only in this way can he fight for his own power, and fight for power for the world.

The dictatorship of the Empire must be abolished, and a democratic system like the High Lords Council must be restored.

"You made a very wise decision. The empire has long been decayed, and allegiance to the gods is the most correct thing."

A voice came from the room behind him.

The other party's body was covered with prayers, and he was clearly a devout believer.

But if you look closely, you will find that these prayers do not belong to the emperor's prayers.

Rather, it belongs to the prayers of the Chaos Gods.

Obviously, this is a Chaos cultist.

After talking with Proy, Lucian XII also gave up completely.

He no longer has illusions about the Mechanic Order. If he wants to maintain his power, he has to fight for it himself.

After Haken the Starbreaker issued a declaration to the Vigilante, Lucian XII's heart was shaken for a while.

After all, the empire is in chaos, and joining Chaos is also a good choice.

Anyway, whether it is the rule of the empire or the rule of the gods, the Lucian family will firmly occupy the position of the ruler and become their loyal servants.

Had it not been for the arrival of Brother Astartes from the Iron Hands and Brass Claws, he might have taken his oath of allegiance to Chaos long ago.

Originally, he still had illusions about the empire, but when news of what the awakened Guilliman did on Terra reached Vigilus, he once thought it was just a rumor.

In the history books, how could the extremely deified Primarch make such an anti-intellectual decision?

Abolishing the High Lords Council and adopting a dictatorship is reversing history.

Human democracy is not easy to come by.

It was shaped by the emperor and strengthened by Guilliman to form the high lord system.

Such a system allowed the empire to last for 10,000 years, and it also demonstrated the superiority of this system to the world from the side.

Now, Guilliman wants to abolish these, and take away the wealth and power of these loyalists who have worked hard and worked hard to serve the empire.

How unfair.

Such reforms are simply a joke.

The fault for this was the Imperium, it was Terra, and it was the resurgent Primarch.

It was that self-righteous Primarch that forced the Lucian family to embark on the road of allegiance to the gods.

"I am tired of the dictatorship of the empire. What Guilliman has done disgusts me." Lucian XII said, "From now on I will serve the gods. Before that, I need to confirm one thing, Warmaster Will you really hand over this planet to the Lucian family to rule as before??"

"Yes, I promise." The believer said firmly, "The Great Predator never breaks his promise."

"Okay, the transaction is established, what do you need me to do for you?" Lucian XII said.

"It's very simple." The believer took out a data chip and inserted it into the playing device beside him. "The task of the Warmaster is to let you build such a black stone magic crown and place it at the designated node. Can you do this? The faster the better, once Guilliman's capable son Calgar arrives, you are likely to will lose power, and then everything will come to naught.”

"I understand that I will complete your task before a new batch of support from the empire arrives." Lucian XII said firmly, "Don't forget your promise, otherwise, I will not let you go."

"Understood, Lord Governor." The believer said, "As long as the Lord puts the Black Stone Demon Crown in the designated position and assists the Great Looter to complete his goal of conquering the empire, he will not treat you badly."

"That's the best," said Lucian XII. "What is the use of these black stone magic crowns? Can they help the Marauder win?"

"Of course it has magical effects, but we can't say it yet. But as long as you place the Black Stone Demon Crown in the designated position, the Great Marauder will be able to complete his mission and swallow half of the empire, and the Vigilante will also become his hand, and House Lucian will continue to rule the planet for the Marauders."

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Lucian XII didn't ask any more questions.

"Just wait for the good news. I will personally supervise the task of the Black Stone Demon Crown."

"The Great Marauder awaits good news from you."

After speaking, the believer turned and left.

Lucian XII looked at Proy's vehicle, showing a hint of killing intent.

He couldn't let the mechanical sage go.

If you don't want to fight against the empire with him, then be the first to die.

He opened the comm and gave the order to move.

Let the colleagues who followed Horus against the empire in the past teach these stupid followers of Mechanicus a lesson.

After conveying the order, Lucian XII looked at the believer leaving and showed a meaningful smile.

He is not loyal to the Empire, nor to Chaos, and only fights for the good of House Lucian.

This is a rare opportunity. If it is used skillfully, perhaps the Lucian family will completely get rid of the control of the empire and become a free force.

Vengeful Spirit.

Sitting on the throne that once belonged to Horus, Abaddon surveyed the leaders of the Word Bearers below.

The magic sword Drachanion was placed next to Abaddon's throne, still unsheathed at this time, appearing very silent.

But no one would underestimate this magic sword.

Even if he is suppressed by the scabbard, he can still feel the thirst for blood.

They are always eager to hunt and want to completely tear the entire empire apart.

He was weighing what killing these Word Bearers would bring! !

As a former confidant of Horus, Abaddon hated the Word Bearers to the core.

If now, the two bastards Lorgar and Erebus appeared in front of him.

He swore he'd chop the two brutes down to a hundred and twenty dollars.

Even though Abaddon has become a Warmaster, he possesses the power blessed by the four gods.

But he is still brooding about the past.

The ending of Horus caused him to collapse for a while, and he wandered around the Eye of Terror for a long time before regaining his strength.

The chief culprits of all these tragedies are Lorgar and Erebus.

Erebus is doing a lot of things in the dark.

He stole the blade, the old enemy of human civilization in Intres, which led to the breakdown of the negotiations between the two parties, and they were forced to face each other.

On the planet Devon, Erebus handed the blade of his nemesis to the traitor Tamba, and let him stab Horus.

At the time, most of the Sons of Horus knew nothing of the Warp.

Still stubbornly believes in the Emperor's Truth.

Horus, who was severely injured by the evil power of the subspace, could not be healed by conventional means.

Everyone could only watch him lose his vitality little by little, and slowly walk towards death.

At this time, Erebus hypocritically coaxed the members of the Council of Four Kings to send the incurable Horus to the Temple of Association.

Even though Abaddon had surrendered to the gods, every time he thought of this matter, he still suffered unceasingly.

He personally pushed his genetic father into the abyss.

Horus used to be so perfect, humorous, confident, full of faith and hope.

He would often talk about his relationship with the Emperor, vowing to fulfill his father's dream.

Once inside the Temple of Association, Horus was bewitched by the Warp.

The gods tempted him on a path of no return.

Under the control of the evil power of the subspace, Horus is only the carrier of power and a tool for the gods to fight against the emperor.

Abaddon could never forget Horus at the siege of Terra.

The formerly powerful, intelligent, and able to easily tease the enemy's Warmaster has become a paralyzed man who can't speak clearly and can't even take care of himself.

Sitting on the throne, with glazed eyes and drooling mouth, he looks like an imbecile.

The image contrast between the two is so great.

At one point it made Abaddon weep.

Thinking of those, it was difficult for Abaddon to suppress the anger in his heart.

As soon as the Imperium fell and the Emperor on his golden throne was dead, Abaddon swore Lorgar and the missing Erebus would be next.

Abaddon would not be able to get rid of the hatred in his heart if he didn't cram these two people and torture them every day.

It's just that now is not the time to tear your face apart.

At this stage, he still needs the help of the Word Bearers.

Only in this way can he win the vigilant star.

Complete his final great cause.

Once the Nachmond Corridor falls, the blow to the empire will definitely be the most terrifying.

This corridor is Terra's only route to the dark side of the Empire, once interrupted.

That empire is really only half left.

At that time, no matter how capable Guilliman is, he will be helpless.

The Empire doesn't know much about why Vigilus is able to form a stable space-time structure.

They don't know anything about Blackstone.

Abaddon didn't know much about the Black Stone, but he knew enough to understand its usefulness.

The Nachmond Corridor is mainly maintained by black stones. The Red Earth Star on the south side of the corridor and the Vigilant Star on the north side of the corridor both have large-scale black stone deposits.

Under the layers of these two worlds, there are many black stone drainage needles buried.

On the two planets, the spikes of the unnatural black stone structure are pointing in the direction of each other.

These spikes echo each other, and the anti-subspace field is maintained in the middle.

As a result, the singularity in the chaotic catastrophe of the Nachmond Corridor was created.

The ordinary blackstone deposits in these two places have enhanced the scale of the anti-subspace field, allowing the corridor to have the width of a star system, maintaining the road to the dark side of the empire.

Abaddon's thinking was very clear, and his only strategic goal was to close the Nachmond Corridor.

To do this, he didn't need to completely wipe out the Imperial defenses on Vigilus.

The condition for his victory is only that the big rift closes, allowing it to completely run through the galaxy, forming an impenetrable isolation zone.

Destroying Vigilus is just a gimmick, like the previous Crusades.

Destroying the Empire is just a gimmick to fool people.

It doesn't matter if it is achieved or not, to fool the enemy and one's own people, it's just a name that looks tall.

The most important thing in a series of actions is to achieve one's own strategic goals.

The real goal of each of Abaddon's twelve expeditions was to destroy the black stone obelisks scattered throughout the galaxy, deepening the contradictions between the various forces in the empire.

As a veteran who participated in the siege of Terra in the past and personally went into battle, Abaddon is well aware of the difficulty of destroying the human empire. For this reason, he has no idea of ​​defeating the empire in one go.

Instead, treat it as a grand goal that will take countless years to complete

When the empire cheered for smashing Abaddon's plot time and time again, they didn't know that they were stepping into Abaddon's trap step by step.

Under his planning, Cadian's fall is inevitable.

The inefficiency and short-sightedness of mortals are their biggest drawbacks.

Abaddon failed twelve times, and every time the Great Crusade fled in embarrassment under the propaganda of the Empire.

The high lords of Terra limped themselves into the belief that Abaddon would fail for the thirteenth time.

The soldiers of the empire will definitely defeat Abaddon again under various difficult conditions.

For this reason, they didn't care about Cadian's affairs, and immersed themselves in Terra to intrigue and play the game of power.

Weakness is not the main cause of failure, arrogance is.

And the Word Bearers in front of them also have a lot of status, they are the leaders of their respective war gangs.

Bring him a special device that is the Black Stone Demon Crown.

This unholy artifact imbued with the power of Chaos can tear reality apart with ease.

Placed in the right place, it would be possible to reverse the polarity of the entire Vigilus Blackrock Formation, turning the world into a focal point of chaotic energy and closing off the Corridor.

These nine Word Bearers lords are collectively known as the Triad.

They will be responsible for the war on the leyline nodes on the vigilante star, install the dangerous black stone magic crown with the slave army, and perform rituals to summon the demon allies of the warp.

"Is there any problem with your plan?" Abaddon suppressed the killing intent in his heart and asked the Word Bearers in front of him.

"My lord, everything is ready. The local governor, the Lucian family, has surrendered to us. He promised to set up the Blackstone Demon Crown for us. As long as the timing is right, the sacrificial ceremony can be started." A leader of the Word Bearers said .

"Very well, I don't want any mistakes, otherwise you know what the consequences will be."

Abaddon's casual words made the leaders of the nine Word Bearers tremble.

To be able to become a man blessed by the four gods at the same time, Abaddon is not a kind person.

His brutality is as good as his ability to rule.

Those who try to disobey him often end badly.

"Nothing will go wrong, Warmaster."

"I hope so."

The surrounding buildings are burning.

The crackling sound traveled through the air into Jace's head.

His injuries have been healed with the help of Guilliman's Heart.

This extra organ is so powerful, as long as it is not dead, it can be restored, restored again and again.

Some secret and unconfirmed rumors circulated in the army. It is said that the potential of Guilliman's heart is endless, and it can develop another form and gain demigod-level power.

Jace also heard some sounds when he was pierced through the abdomen by Harken the Starreaver.

But the situation at that time made him realize that it was very bad, so he didn't listen to it.

It made him wonder for a while whether he was hallucinating.

Maybe I am not ready yet, the path of demigod is not so easy to walk.

"Please, let me go?"

"Don't kill me, I didn't mean to."

Desperate cries for mercy sounded across the battlefield.

Another wave of enemies was driven back.

They dropped a large number of corpses and withdrew from the range of the artillery fire.

Under the threat of death, some Chaos cultists who did not have time to escape cried bitterly, hoping to be forgiven.

They really don't want to die.

But the loyal soldiers of the Empire showed no mercy. They raised their weapons and shot those who failed to escape.

The corpses of those traitors were piled up like mountains and burned by huge flamethrowers, and the billowing smoke could be seen clearly for hundreds of miles.

"Carry the wounded down." Jess gave an order to the mortals on the ground, "Check your weapons and equipment, and prepare for the next battle."

The sound of confirmation rang through Jace's communicator.

After confirming that there were no omissions, Jess walked to the front of the position and watched the enemies in the distance.

The forces of Chaos are rearranging.

Star Reaver-Haken was also inside, if it wasn't for the sake of the overall situation, Jess wanted to charge just now.

Wolves never forget their enemies.

He swore that Harkon the Starreaver would die in this war.

If it was possible, he would kill the opponent with his own hands and avenge the past.

There was the roar of fighter planes in the sky, and the Thunderhawk cannon fired continuously, bombarding the demon engines, fighting with those monsters in the sky.

Shadows danced in the atmosphere, and countless aircraft fought together, drawing bright nameless constellations in the sky with their respective weapons.

The concrete floor on the ground is already broken, and there are traces of fighting everywhere.

Many buildings collapsed, and some incomplete charred buildings stood standing.

The cries of the wounded and the sound of the gunfire mingled in the air and became a din for the ears of others.

The battle in the void continues.

From time to time, there will be imperial ships jumping out of the warp, and they all come from all directions to support Vigilus.

It is a pity that the strength of the fleet of Harkon the Star Capturer cannot be underestimated. It is difficult for them to break through the opponent's firepower and support the ground.

But in the battle on the ground, the star grabber Haken's offensive became stronger and stronger, and Jess felt the obvious pressure.

If this continues, they will inevitably fail.

Jess suppressed the thoughts in his heart. He walked up to a sacrificed wild wolf warrior, knelt down on one knee, prayed for him, and then recovered the opponent's gene-seed.

These gene seeds are precious bloodline inheritance.

Every wolf warrior is obliged to recover the gene-seeds of the war dead, and prevent them from falling into the hands of the enemy.

"Jess." Gabriel's voice sounded.

After finishing his prayer, Jess stood up and looked at Gabriel.

"What happened? It's worth coming to me yourself."

"There are indeed some things." Gabriel walked to Jess's side, "After the internal discussions of the Iron Hand, we have a new plan, I have to come and tell you in person, otherwise I am afraid that you will reject it because of honor This plan."

"What kind of plan?" Jess stared at Gabriel, his voice low.

"Our sacrifice is too great. If we continue, I'm afraid we will shed all the blood because of this long line of defense. I decided to withdraw to the city of Port Saint Saints. It can no longer be defended here." Gabriel Said, "The Saints Port City has sufficient and complete defense measures, and the supplies are more abundant. It is very beneficial to defend there."

"What should ordinary people do?" Jace asked. "We can't leave them at the hands of Chaos."

"Do you think I will let those innocent people die? Don't worry, I have arranged for the evacuation, and the evacuation is expected to be completed within three days. At that time, we will evacuate to Saint Port City."

Gabriel shrugged, saying that he had everything in order.

"You are the node that I am most worried about. I know you have a grudge against that guy, but now is not the time to be angry."

Jess nodded, "I understand, I will let them evacuate."

After speaking, he looked at the Chaos army in the distance and suppressed the anger in his heart.

He knew that this was not a good time for revenge.

For the sake of the overall situation, guarding the vigilance star is more important than defending one's own dignity.

Port Saints.

Luxurious reception hall.

A bloody banquet that made the gods laugh wildly is being staged.

"This is betrayal!!" A knight uttered a desperate cry, and then died of exhaustion.

Behind him, two colleagues pulled out the sharp blades from the knight's body.

The bright red blood flowed down the sharp blade and dripped on the red carpet.

Brothers and comrades-in-arms in the past are now facing each other with swords drawn, life and death.

At the banquet, it was scarlet, and there were screams everywhere.

Some were crying, some were questioning, some were trying to escape, and there was chaos.

Lucian XII, who was sitting on the main seat, sat firmly in his seat, swayed the red wine in the goblet, and showed a faint smile to everything that happened in front of him.

It is the Emperor's business to favor those fools who are loyal to Terra and the Imperial Regents.

All he had to do now was send those fools to the Emperor.

This is a reception to cleanse dissidents.

Those ignorant knights and officers were all invited by Lucian XII to participate in this grand reception.

Eliminate all dissidents who are unwilling to obey him.

Let them know that the Vigilante is the vigilante of the Lucian family, and the Regent of the Empire cannot reach here, nor can he protect those idiots.

Those guys who were unwilling to stand on the same front as the Lucian family were all killed at the reception.

The bright red blood flowed on the red carpet, making it more vivid.

The crystal chandelier on the high place was also stained by the splashed blood, turning into a monster and evil.

"Why!!" An officer wearing the uniform of the Mordian Iron Guard was shot several times and grabbed Lucian XII's ankle with his last breath.

His voice was full of pain and disbelief.

He didn't die on the battlefield, but died at the hands of his own people.

More importantly, the Mordian Iron Guards are not the garrison regiment of the Vigilante, they are here to support.

They traveled long distances, jumped in the terrifying warp space storm, and came to support the Vigilante from the other side of the galaxy, paying heavy sacrifices on the way.

On Vigilus, he died not at the hands of the enemies of the Empire, but at the hands of his own.

How ironic! !

What a mockery! !

"Because you are all traitors." Lucian XII broke away from the opponent's hand slightly, "You supported a tyrant, so you should die. Your loyalty to the empire is no longer pious and pure, but for a liar who stole power And fighting, I just performed my duty and cleaned you up."

"Traitor," said the officer with the last of his strength.

"No, Guilliman is the traitor. If it weren't for him, I would still be a servant loyal to the empire. The fault is not me, but the empire, and that self-righteous idiot."

Lucian XII couldn't help getting excited when he heard the other party say that he was a traitor, roaring extremely loudly.

When he put away his anger, he found that the other party had already died of anger.

Lucian XII kicked the opponent's hand away in disgust.

At this time, the slaughter at the banquet had come to an end, and the dead men who were absolutely loyal to the Lucian family took control of the audience immediately, and the officers and knights who attended the banquet were just lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"A wonderful bloody banquet." Lucian XII looked at the mess at the banquet, and his smile became brighter, "It should be like this, it should be like this."

At this time, a servant hurried in and whispered something in Lucian XII's ear.

Lucian XII's smile froze on his face.

Then roared like an angry lion, sweeping all the food on the table in front of him to the ground.

"Those damned Dark Mechanics, bragging how powerful they are, they can't kill a single person now, waste, top-level waste."

Just as it calmed down, a woman in a satin robe ran in in a panic.

"My lord, it's not good. The space fighters gave up other hive capitals and chose to withdraw to Saint Port City. Several groups of refugees have already been sent over."

As soon as these words came out, the blood-stained people at the banquet fell silent, and everyone looked at Lucian XII on the throne.

The space fighters came over, and they couldn't hide what they were doing.

Once spotted, none of them could escape.

"Abandoned the fronts of other hive capitals? And withdrew to Saint Port City." Lucian XII did not panic at all, but showed a strange smile.