The man in the video spoke very vigorously, passionately and with great enthusiasm.
Words such as the Holy Emperor, the Great Empire, and the Best of Times appear one after another.
There was an expression that was praising the empire's prosperity.
he-tui
Nava spat at the image of the speech.
They're all liars.
Fuck the great era.
Those damn high lords deserve to die, a bunch of shameless and despicable beasts.
Nava cursed indignantly under his breath.
But he quickly shut up.
Not far away, a man in the Ministry of Justice uniform looked at him unkindly.
Dare to express dissatisfaction with the empire
Could he be a potential thug
Realizing the danger, Nava stopped talking.
Those guys in the Legal Department won't reason with him.
Once they find someone guilty, they will take action directly without any room for negotiation.
Many members of the Court of Justice have a good sense of self-esteem, believing themselves to be the embodiment of justice and the executor of the Emperor's will.
Those who dare to defy the laws of the empire are thugs and traitors and should be put to death.
Only in this way can the emperor's majesty be demonstrated and the dignity of the empire be maintained.
Nava no longer paid attention to the holographic projections on the roadside. He silently walked towards his dilapidated home with his best friend's two children.
When he walked, his joints ached.
The poor quality prosthetic limb he had received was tormenting his fragile nerves.
The gangs took the scraps that the Mechanicus didn't want, repaired them, and sold them to people like Nava who had no money but needed prosthetic limbs.
Those prosthetic limbs all have certain side effects, are poorly compatible with the flesh and blood body, and usually cause rejection reactions.
In serious cases, the recipients will feel excruciating pain.
The streets are full of people like Nava.
Their eyes were filled with indignation.
The images that promote the goodness of the High Lords and the Empire are a deception.
But because of the terrifying Ministry of Legal Affairs, I had to keep my mouth shut and dared not speak casually.
Nava sometimes doubts what the meaning of his coming to this world is.
When he was alive, he was cheap labor for those industrial families.
After his death, his body was bought by food families and thrown into a machine to make corpse starch.
From beginning to end, his life seemed to have no meaning.
Nava no longer has any expectations for his future.
In years like these, the end of all life can be seen at a glance, and nothing will change.
Without a doubt, this is the worst of times.
Everyone lives just to live.
Navar lives in a large building in the Lower Hive's residential area.
Hundreds of thousands of people live there, divided into many layers.
Nava didn't count.
Anyway, he would only go to his own floor.
In that shabby, creaking elevator, he never pressed the buttons for other floors.
Sometimes, curiosity is not a good thing.
Encountering gangsters or mutants would definitely be a nightmare.
Not only will your peaceful life be disrupted, but your life may also be in danger.
Walking through the dimly lit corridor, Nava returned to his home.
His room was simply decorated. Inside the empty room, there were scattered clothes and some simple, antique electronic devices everywhere.
Those devices are often a few years old.
The paint has peeled off, and bright white or gray metallic colors can be seen.
However, the quality of these devices is acceptable.
Even though it has been a long time, it can still barely keep running.
When I got home, my friend's two children were already tired from crying.
As soon as I touched the bed, I fell into a deep sleep.
At their age, sleeping may be the best way to fight sadness and pain.
Nava covered the two children with quilts and turned on the ventilation and purification equipment to change the stuffy air.
Along with the creaking sound of the ventilation and purification equipment, streams of less turbid air were delivered in.
Nava then sat on a stool and turned on the data projector on the table.
A holographic beam flickered several times before finally becoming stable.
Nava pressed a button, and several musical symbols appeared on the holographic screen.
A melodious song sounded.
This is Nava's favorite song.
When he is depressed, sad, or irritable, he will listen to this song to pass the time and relieve his mood.
As the melodious song played, Nava, who was slumped in the chair, raised his head and stared at the white ceiling with peeling paint.
Trying to get over the grief of your best friend's tragic death.
In this day and age, people die every day.
Some people were identified as rioters and burned to death on the street by people from the Ministry of Justice.
Gangs would also fight each other, and the unlucky ones would be blown to pieces by their high-powered weapons.
There are also some lunatics who will hunt civilians for credit points so that they can sell the bodies of civilians to gangs to make corpse starch.
Otherwise, it will be like what is happening now, where there is a lack of food and people will starve to death and eventually become food for others.
Nava sighed. For ordinary people like him, the only meaning of life is to live.
Apart from that, there is nothing.
Any beauty has nothing to do with him.
Nava closed his eyes and thought about what to do in the days ahead.
Just like his good friend who died tragically at the hands of the Ministry of Justice.
He was just an unknown worker.
The salary I get is just enough to barely keep myself alive.
Now he has two more children, what should he do
The only way is to find a way to get some credit points, otherwise you will starve to death sooner or later.
Suddenly, a rapid warning sounded.
This is the sound of the communication equipment receiving information.
Nava opened his eyes and looked at the projector on the table.
As the power center of the empire, Terra's people have a pretty good material standard.
Almost everyone has a communication device.
The communication between each other is basically done by electronic mail.
At this time, the music had stopped and the symbol of the letter was flashing on the holographic projector.
Nava reached out and clicked, and an email appeared in front of him.
Citizen 4509221995003070892, you have been fired by the Teles Water Treatment Plant. Your remaining remuneration, totaling 1,520 credit points, has been paid to your personal account through the financial system. Please check and confirm the letter in a timely manner.
The light emitted by the e-mail shone on Navana's resolute face full of traces of time, making it look extremely pale, like a ghost in a strange legend.
The moment he saw the e-mail, he thought he was seeing things.
How could I be fired when I served the Teles family so loyally
Not long ago, in order to get them to extend their working hours to fifteen hours, the other party kindly called them brothers of the Teles family.
Nava was slightly touched by this.
Unexpectedly, working hours were extended and fewer workers were needed.
However, his brother was abandoned by the other party like trash.
After watching it several times, Nava finally admitted that he had really been abandoned.
Those damned beasts deserve to die.
Nava cursed angrily.
Then, he sat down dejectedly, accepting this fact.
Now he's fired, and food prices are rising.
It's a cruel world.
No one will be kind enough.
Those who cannot survive will only become food for those who survive.
Nava calculated that even if he bought the worst quality food and meat containing various poisons that the gang got from the bottom of the hive, he wouldn't be able to last long.
What's more, he has two children with him, which makes the situation even more serious.
Boom! Boom!
There was a knock on the door.
Nava stood up and walked over. Through the hole in the door, he saw a man who looked mentally unstable.
Wearing a black robe, he doesn't look like a good person.
While waiting for Nava to open the door, he looked left and right, very alert, as if worried about some sudden inspection.
With a creaking sound, Nava opened the metal door. He stared at the other person, and the hand behind the door held an iron rod.
Food is scarce and many people have gone crazy.
Nava was a little worried that this guy was a thug who was stealing food or hunting civilians and selling their bodies.
He has to be prepared.
You will never go wrong if you assume the greatest malice towards others.
"Is there anything you want?" Nava looked at the other party and asked fiercely.
"Brother, are you interested in learning about the Brass Brotherhood?" the man said, "Don't you want to rebel against fate and those damned cruel nobles?"
"We have been betrayed. The nobles manipulate prices and do not care about our lives. If we do not rise up in resistance, we will have no hope. Only through armed struggle can we gain freedom and a bright future."
"Go away." Nava said bluntly, "I have no interest in your brotherhood. Don't bother me anymore."
"You will need it, brother," the man said. "When you truly realize that the Corpse King cannot save you, you will beg for another way."
"Go away, cultist, or I will report you for blasphemy against the Emperor," said Navar.
When the man heard this, he turned and left, disappearing into the dim corridor.
With the help of a flickering lumen lamp in the corridor, the dim light is brought.
Nava watched the man walk into the darkness and disappear.
It was obvious that the last sentence was so powerful that the other party did not dare to disturb him too much.
Suddenly, a woman's figure came into Nava's eyes.
The other person came over from the other end of the corridor.
Walking from the darkness to the dim light, Nava could see the other person's appearance clearly.
The woman was tall and thin, with a pair of big black eyes that looked very pure, as pure as a gem.
He was wearing a slightly worn-out outfit that left most of his body exposed.
The exposed skin is as white and tender as milk.
Nava stared at the woman.
He recognized the person as an acquaintance, a neighbor, a pitiful but good-looking woman.
Nava has not been here long and is not familiar with the people here.
This woman is the only person he has known since he moved here.
The woman was very perceptive and noticed Nava's gaze.
The big eyes looked over, then looked away sadly.
Once those eyes were full of hope and piety, as beautiful as the stars in the sky, pure and flawless.
And now, those eyes were just as beautiful, but there was nothing in them.
"Can you walk faster? I'm in a hurry." The man behind me urged.
The woman nodded, then opened her door and led the man in.
In desperate days of food shortages, women were at a greater disadvantage than men.
In order to survive, they can only offer the only commodity they have to make a living.
Those women who refused to succumb to their miserable fate either died at random or faced the torture of hunger all day long.
In the end, they often give in.
When you are extremely hungry, any morals and principles will be thrown out of the window.
The number of women who were starving for food was so great.
They are so cheap that they can be picked and humiliated at will by buyers for just a piece of bread.
Nava closed the door, feeling infinite sadness in his heart.
The woman had once shown interest in him.
But Nava knew very well that he had no ability to give the other person happiness, not even a stable life.
This era has devoured everyone's conscience and deprived people of all the power to pursue beauty.
Nava sat on the stool in silence, wondering whether he was right or wrong in rejecting the brass brotherhood.
The Emperor never opened his eyes to pity these suffering people.
The powerful regard them as garbage and cheap labor, and they are so arrogant that they are unwilling to even give a kind look to those who are suffering.
After a long while, the sound of a man cursing was heard outside.
Nava listened and it seemed that the man was complaining about the woman because of time issues.
Suddenly, a shrill scream was heard. It was a woman's voice.
Nava opened the door and walked out, and found that the woman was grabbed by the hair by the man, and his fat fist fell on her delicate face.
The man continued to curse.
"It's not even two minutes yet and you've made so much money, give me back."
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Nava walked over and stopped the other person.
Years of hard work gave him a strong physique. The fat man was easily subdued and then driven away by Nava.
The man's eyes were full of resentment.
But faced with Nava's strong and powerful body, he could only swallow his dissatisfaction and leave in shame.
After driving the man away, Nava helped the woman up.
The other person was in tattered clothes and his pretty face was covered with bruises.
He wanted to persuade the woman to give up this business.
But the words lingered on my lips for a long time and finally became.
"Be careful."
What qualifications does he have to persuade others
Isn't it ironic that you can't even survive yourself and yet you still blame others for their mistakes
Nava walked back to his room and was about to close the door when the woman called him.
After a while, the other party took out a palm-sized piece of white bread with icing sugar on it from his home.
“This is for you. I saw you with two children before,” the woman said.
Nava wanted to refuse, but the woman spoke faster than he could.
"I know you don't want to accept my bread, but for the sake of the two children, please accept it. It's already difficult to survive in this world."
Nava looked at the woman, and her eyes revealed the purity of the past.
That is the most beautiful thing a person can have.
Kind, sincere, beautiful.
"Thank you, may God bless you." Nava took the bread.
He lost his job and had two children to worry about.
Any help is invaluable, especially in these dark and desperate times.
"You're welcome. May He protect you, too." The woman said this very piously.
Nava saw her pendant, an exquisite imperial charm, worn only by the most pious.
The small act of kindness gave Nava a glimmer of hope.
In these dark times of despair, there is still a little light that allows him to hold on firmly.
Over the next few days, Nava bought food with his remaining credits.
This amount of food can sustain him and his two children for a week.
To do this, he had to ask a woman to help look after the two children, while he himself went out early and came back late to look for job opportunities.
The woman did not refuse, and gave him some food from time to time to help him through the difficult times.
With the help of the woman, Nava felt a glimmer of hope in his heart.
There are so many kind people in this world, and the world has not yet become completely bad.
As long as you stick to it, things will always get better.
Unfortunately, with the advent of the Warp Storm, the supplies delivered to Terra began to decrease, and coupled with the manipulation of certain families, prices rose to an outrageous level.
Many families are unwilling to recruit workers due to cost considerations.
They prefer to extend the time of existing workers to complete the work in order to reduce costs, grab more profits and ensure their own survival.
After wasting several days, Nava gained nothing.
Today, Nava, who had wasted another day, walked into a tavern decorated with a lot of cheap neon lights.
He wanted to try his luck here. If he could get a job that could support himself and his friend's two children, he would be sincerely grateful to the emperor.
The tavern is a favorite place for the Lowerbrood, where they can drink cheap ale and enjoy vulgar dancing and music.
Nava sat in a corner, listening to the people talking about things in or outside the hive.
A projection device not far from him was broadcasting news from the Imperial Daily.
From the broadcast, Nava learned that the Empire's Thirteenth Primarch, Guilliman, was approaching the Beta-Garmon system.
That is the gateway to Terra. Once it is controlled, Terra will be forced to be isolated from other star regions of the Empire.
In that case, the nobles of Terra would become fish on Guilliman's chopping board.
The pale laser beam outlined a screen where a man was giving an impassioned speech and roaring.
"This is a shameless betrayal of the Imperium and a blasphemy against the glory of the Emperor. He is merely an echo of the past, a monster that has slept for ten thousand years and has not yet died."
Reports on the Primarch were always so radical, and the nobles hated Guilliman so much.
They spoke of it as a monster, an echo of the past.
A potential tyrant seeking to seize power from his father.
The Imperial Daily Express represents the attitude of Terra's nobles towards Guilliman's coming to Terra.
They haven’t always been like this.
Nava remembered that before, the Imperial Daily reported that Guilliman's awakening was a gift from the Emperor of Mankind to the Empire, and that people should work harder and pay more taxes to repay the Emperor.
And now, Nava didn't know why they changed their tune.
I don't know when it started, but the Imperial Daily's reporting on the Primarchs became extremely radical.
Traitor, tyrant, executioner of the Empire's loyalists.
Echoes of the past, a potential tyrant seeking to seize power from his father.
All kinds of words representing evil were applied to the Primarch.
He tried his best to exaggerate the threat posed by the Primarch and how dark the Empire would be if he seized power.
It is conceivable how much the powerful and wealthy hate Guilliman.
Such overwhelming publicity made Nava feel that if the Terran nobles were given the opportunity, they would definitely use any means to kill the Primarch.
Even if the opponent is a Primarch, they will attack without hesitation.
Nava, who was sitting in a corner of the tavern, learned something from some people's conversation.
Those powerful plan to pull down the statue of Guilliman in the Imperial Forum.
To prove that they would not succumb to the terrible monsters that destroyed the empire.
Showing their firm attitude of resistance.
They will not stop their actions against Guilliman unless he compromises with them.
Nava took some time to understand the ins and outs of the matter.
He really wanted to know why the powerful were so unwelcoming of a returning Primarch.
It's a pity that there is not much information available.
Some people said that Guilliman was the Emperor's successor, and that he came this time for the succession to the Empire. The High Lords who had always been high above and controlled the highest power institutions of the Empire were very dissatisfied, and felt that the Primarch was stepping on their heads, so they wanted to rebel.
Others say Guilliman is the Imperium's savior, risen to contain the monsters that lurk in the shadows.
Some even say that Guilliman is a traitor who betrayed the loyalists of the Empire, and that the Terran nobles fought to defend the Empire.
The various statements were extremely confusing, and Nava really didn't have the energy to find the truth from all this confusing information.
In the end, he chose a more reliable statement.
The battle between Guilliman and the nobles is just a game of power. Whoever wins will hold the highest power in the empire.
Of course, such things have nothing to do with those at the bottom of society like them.
Everyone agrees that no matter who is in power, their fate will not change.
Anyone who packages himself in the name of redemption will eventually become one of those hated Terran nobles.
The High Lords have changed so many people back and forth, but isn't it still the same in the end
After hearing the rest, Nava lost interest in the matter.
He withdrew his attention. Those things had nothing to do with him. He should find a job first and think of a way to survive.
Nava listened to the conversations of the people in the tavern to see if there were any job opportunities.
The people in the tavern were chattering like prisoners who had just been released from loneliness and imprisonment.
What they talked about most was Guilliman, as well as gossip about various powerful people.
None of this is what Nava wants.
He is more concerned with topics such as macrophage worms, mutant creatures, gang fights, and psychotropic drugs.
These topics indicate that there are niche jobs that need people to be hired.
Whenever he sees someone talking, Nava will listen carefully to see if anyone needs help or something.
The work in the pub was unstable, but it was really profitable.
As a native of Xiachao, Nava naturally understands the ins and outs of it.
In order to survive, people have to learn to adapt and step into some gray areas.
After staying in the tavern for half a day, Nava got a job with his strong body and courage.
A gloomy-looking man asked him if he dared to kill someone.
After making a promise to kill someone, he was recruited by the other side.
In a few days, we will go to a secret lower nest cave to hunt some special mutant animals.
Although it is dangerous, the rewards are great.
This is undoubtedly good news for Nava.
After leaving the pub and returning to my residence.
Nava thought he should share it with his female neighbor.
The other party took good care of him during this period.
When Nava returned to his residence, he discovered that something had happened.
The building where he lived was blocked by people from the Ministry of Justice.
Through the cordon set up by the Ministry of Justice, he saw the body of his female neighbor lying on the ground.
Her throat was cut, and bright red blood flowed along the uneven concrete floor, staining a large area.
Her clothes were torn, revealing large bruises on her snow-white skin.
Apparently, she was tortured before being killed.
Next to the woman lay the bodies of two children, their throats also slit and blood all over the floor.
It is hard to imagine what kind of person would do such a cruel thing to a child.
An official from the Ministry of Justice slowly wiped the blood-stained dagger.
"Two little traitors with traitor's blood flowing in their veins and a disgusting woman who sold her body are all disgusting and hateful existences. It's a pity that no other information could be obtained." The tone of the Ministry of Justice official was dissatisfied.
Obviously, attacking such a person would tarnish his nobility.
The bodies of the woman and two children were treated as garbage, put into black body bags and thrown onto the Ministry of Justice vehicle.
The Ministry of Justice explained that the woman was suspected of being entangled with previous rioters.
After questioning, they purified it.
"Be thankful. We have once again saved you from those hateful cultists."
Before leaving, the Ministry of Justice official made a high-profile announcement to the civilians who gathered around him.
Nava stood in the crowd, holding back his tears so that others would not notice his abnormality.
The moment he saw the bodies of the woman and two children, he completely collapsed.
What followed was unspeakable anger.
The anger was so strong that if it could be transformed into real fire, it would probably set the entire Terra on fire.
Those damned rich and powerful.
Damn the Ministry of Justice.
Damn the Emperor.
Everything is abominable and disgusting.
Nava did not choose to return to his room. He turned around and left his residence to avoid being involved in this matter.
The Ministry of Justice will take action against the woman and the two children, even at the cost of killing them.
It must be because my good friend once participated in a riot.
He thought that incident was over.
The friend also paid the price for this and was burned to death by the Ministry of Justice.
I just didn't expect that the person behind it was so vicious.
To eradicate the root of the problem, even the children would not be spared.
Nava fled from his residence. Although he was not familiar with the people in that residential area, it was inevitable that a few people who knew him well would recognize him.
Once reported, you will face law enforcement officers from the Ministry of Justice.
After escaping the residential area, Nava hid in a dark, officially abandoned house.
There are a lot of homeless people here, and some crazy people.
A man with disheveled hair and a somewhat crazy look noticed Nava's arrival.
The other person walked up to Nava and asked in a low voice.
"My friend, are you interested in learning about the Brass Brotherhood? Are you willing to endure such an arrangement? Tolerate the fooling of the powerful? Are you so cowardly that you dare not resist the injustice of this world?"
The man whispered.
The words of the person last time were similar.
It is obvious that this brass brotherhood has grown to a certain scale.
Nava looked at the other party, "Then what can I do?"
Hearing this, the man smiled.
"Keep your anger, join us, and tear apart this hateful world together. Vent your anger, vent your dissatisfaction in your heart."
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Babu Galaxy.
On the main deck of the Macragge's Glory.
Many senior officers of the expeditionary force gathered here.
They surrounded the podium where Guilliman and his personal guards were stationed.
"This is a tragedy and a failure on our part. We promised to protect innocent people, we didn't, and they are suffering as a result."
Guilliman said this to the many expeditionary generals without any hesitation.
"We cannot turn a blind eye to the Babu system's request for help. They asked, and we responded. This is exactly the duty of the rulers. If we can't give them safety and the right to live, then why should they be loyal to us?"
"So, let us clench our fists and strike out, and eliminate the enemies of the Babu galaxy as soon as possible, so that peace can be restored to this galaxy and those suffering people can be freed."
After bidding farewell to the Dark Angel and setting sail from the Stone Fortress.
Considering that the combat mission in the Nephilim sector does not require such a large military force.
Guilliman took many Imperial heroes with him and prepared to head to Terra.
Of course, going to Terra is not a direct journey, but requires a plan.
Guilliman's interim goal was to reach the Beta-Garmon system.
Take control of that galaxy and hold Terra by the throat.
This declares his strong control over the solar system.
This is an act of showing off force and power. It is low-level, but effective.
Controlling the Beta-Garmon system would make the powerful people on Terra lose the confidence to confront him.
This makes it easier to promote his reforms and various orders.
Guilliman, who formulated the plan to control the Beta-Garmon system and take control of Terra, could not ignore the distress signals along the way.
In order to reach Terra, they abandoned important strategic galaxies that were in urgent need of rescue and ignored the requests for help from the people of the Empire.
That would be an irresponsible act and a rash move that would leave a legacy of disaster.
The Emperor eagerly launched the Great Crusade, and the final outcome was that he sat on the Golden Throne, and mankind was forced to accept its dark fate.
This just proves one point: being impatient will never get you the best result.
No one knows where the next accident will appear.
The war against chaos cannot be confined to momentary victories, but must be planned for the long term.
He who laughs last laughs best.
A famous artist once said that no matter how good you are at fighting, it’s useless if you can’t win the game.
The right way is to advance steadily and step by step.
Guilliman responded to requests for assistance from important strategic systems, using his massive force to sweep away enemies.
And take the opportunity to place officials and generals loyal to them in important positions in those galaxies.
In this way, it's like a war strategy game.
He dyed a large amount of territory into his own color and made it his base.
He sent out the imperial heroes such as Calgar, Fikris, and Gray again.
Sent to worlds in need of rescue, expel demons and traitors, and promote reform.
Guilliman only agreed with them on an approximate time and asked them to meet up in the Beta-Garmon system within the specified time.
The terrifying force heading for Terra was divided into several groups, heading from different routes to advance Guilliman's plan.
In this way, Guilliman could create a situation to encircle Terra.
Wait until all fleets converge in the Beta-Garmon system.
The perimeter of the Solar System is filled with officers and generals loyal to Guilliman.
By then, even if the Emperor is resurrected, his decrees will not be able to extend beyond the solar system.
The main shipping routes were all controlled by people loyal to him.
By then, all the dignitaries on Terra and the oil men on Mars will be in his hands and can be manipulated at will.
The Bab system is also an important system on Guilliman's route to Terra, and he listed it as a strategic location that must be controlled.
The Bab system is an important node in the subspace route to Terra, where several routes intersect.
More importantly, Babu is also a galaxy that produces agricultural products for Terra.
It is conceivable how important the Babu galaxy is to Terra.
A large amount of food is transported from here to Terra to feed Terra's countless population.
Considering the importance of Babu, the High Lords also appointed a chapter called the Hand of the Emperor to be responsible for daily garrison work.
The system usually has a company of Space Marines and an Imperial Navy fleet, as well as a number of Astra Militarum garrisons to ensure that if the system is attacked, it can hold out until support from other friendly forces.
Unfortunately, with the corruption of Terra's nobles, much of the Baal system's armaments became mere data on paper.
Because of the Great Rift, a large number of personnel were withdrawn from the Hand of the Emperor, leaving only one small team.
This led to the arrival of Guilliman, who was ready to win over the Emperor's Hand Chapter and take full control of Terra's granary.
The Chaos War Gang has already invaded here.
And with the help of a complex blood sacrifice ritual, a subspace entrance was opened and the demons were released in.
When Guilliman arrived, the Void defenders of the system had already been killed, and a large number of ship wreckages were floating in the void.
The bodies of the marines who fought to the last moment were also suspended in space.
The survivors hid in various cities, built fortifications, and desperately sent distress messages to the subspace, hoping to get support.
Guilliman responded to their call for aid.
The fleet that broke out of the Warp easily wiped out the Chaos traitor fleets with its powerful firepower.
The Chaos Traitors' blasphemous, twisted and mutated ships were torn into pieces.
This is to comfort the innocent people who died in the war.
After clearing the traitor fleet from space.
Guilliman led a large imperial force and airdropped directly to the surface to fight.
With the improvement of transmission technology.
The way Imperial forces landed on planetary surfaces had also changed.
The expeditionary forces began to gradually abandon landing ships, which were cumbersome, large targets, and easily intercepted by anti-aircraft artillery.
Basically, they open a portal directly to the surface from the battleship and use the portal to kill the enemy by surprise.
Accompanied by flashes of light, Guilliman and many soldiers appeared on the battlefield.
The city had already been breached by this time.
Large numbers of innocent civilians were massacred by Chaos traitors and demons.
They are extremely rampant, wantonly reaping the flesh and souls of the empire's people.
The traitors who were waging a massacre saw the Imperial forces appear with a flash of light.
A look of astonishment appeared on his face.
Obviously, they couldn't believe the changes in the imperial troops for a while.
However, before they could react.
The angry warriors began to massacre the traitors in the same way.
Let them understand how terrible the wrath of the empire is.
Before the look of astonishment on the traitor's face had faded, he was torn to pieces by the swarming imperial loyalists.
The Imperial loyalists rushed towards the traitors like a torrent.
Using their numerical superiority and firepower to slaughter the Chaos warriors and cultists.
Let them taste the fear and powerlessness they once brought to the common people of the Empire.
The traitors, who had finally broken through the defenders' fortifications and seized control of the planet, had no time to celebrate before they were frightened by the Empire's loyalists.
Under such a rapid attack, they were simply unable to stop it.
They tried to organize their troops to fight back, but in the end they were ruthlessly crushed by the flood of loyalists of the Empire.
Even their demon allies were driven out amid screams.
The subspace channel they opened through blood sacrifice was quickly closed.
The battle to retake Baal was quickly over.
The invasion of this system was just a small Chaos warband, not strong enough to fight against the massive expeditionary force.
They were quickly defeated and annihilated in the Baal galaxy.
This was only a minor victory for Guilliman.
However, the suffering this war brought to the people of the Babu galaxy was extremely heavy.
The trenches were littered with corpses, piled up in crude fortifications.
It is shocking and unbearable.
They put up a final resistance.
Until the enemy broke through their defenses, killed them, and rushed into those cities.
Those civilians were unarmed, with fear and anxiety on their cold faces.
The city was littered with the remains of Chaos traitors and demonic massacres, broken into pieces and strewn with broken limbs.
Guilliman ordered the bodies to be collected, while those survivors who still had some sanity left were comforted.
But after he did all this, his exclusive astropath, Luo Shan, reported to him some not-so-good news.
"My Lord, the closer we get to Terra, the stronger the influence of the Warp becomes."
To prove his point, a warrior of the Emperor's Hand who had died in battle against the Traitors was brought before Guilliman.
From the broken power armor on the corpse, it can be seen that the opponent must have experienced a very brutal battle.
However, what concerned Guilliman more was the horrific phenomenon that was happening to the warrior.
The bodies of dead Space Marines were covered with surging flesh and moss.
This is a sign of warp contamination.
"I have closed the warp channel, why is this happening?" Guilliman frowned.
In previous cases of demon invasions, as long as the subspace channel was closed, the subspace pollution that came with the demons would quickly disappear and be corrected by the laws of the real universe.
But now, the warp contamination continues to exist after the warp channel has been closed, and this matter has obviously become abnormal.
"The information we have obtained so far is too little. The only thing we can be sure of is that the closer we get to Terra, the thinner the veil between the Warp and the real universe becomes. Something is bypassing the Emperor's influence and continues to oppress Terra. The Babu system is just the spillover effect of that power," said Luo Shan.
He could feel an undercurrent surging with Terra as its center.
Those demons lurking deep in the warp seem to be plotting some terrible plan.
This time, their target is Terra, humanity's sacred home.
As Guilliman and Roshan were talking, the body of the Space Marine suddenly changed.
The surging moss gradually expanded and slowly burst, giving birth to a group of clumsy, blind, and ferocious flesh-and-blood spider monsters.
Densely packed eyes grow on their bloody bodies.
The moment they were born, they showed hostility towards the humans standing beside them, making hissing sounds from their strange mouthparts and their eyes were full of greed and violence.
Guilliman's guards took action immediately and smashed them all to pieces.
To them, this monster was incredibly weak and even a mortal could easily kill it.
But Guilliman did frown, looking worried.
Terra has an Emperor, but there are beings trying to take action against him.
I'm afraid that the other party is targeting the emperor.
I thought this was just a showdown between him and the Terra nobles, but now it seems that the situation will not be so simple.
The only ones who dare to take action against the Emperor must be Chaos Powerfuls at the level of the Four Gods.
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