Caleb shouted very loudly, giving people an angry feeling.
He walked past two Krieg soldiers on duty and broke straight into the tent of Colonel Krieg Yorton.
"It's been so long, and you haven't launched an attack? Cover the area with artillery fire and bombard the area, and speed up the advance." Caleb looked around at the Kriegs in the tent and said in a very dissatisfied tone.
He stared at Colonel Yoton, hoping that he could give a reasonable explanation.
Otherwise, he wouldn't mind giving this stupid Krieg Corps a taste of its own medicine.
Many people admire the courage and sacrifice of the Kriegers.
But in the eyes of the descendants of powerful families like Caleb, the Kriegs are just useful tools and the epitome of stupidity.
As long as we use the name of the Emperor and the Empire, we can make them fight with all their might.
Even if they have no equipment, they will fight and fill the gap with their lives.
Loyalty is the best reward, and Caleb laughed when he thought of Krieg's words.
It's almost too stupid to describe.
He doesn't want anything, yet he's willing to work so hard.
The Kriegs are naturally also very important political bargaining chips in the hands of many powerful families on Terra.
As long as you control a Krieg Corps, you will control an army that is fearless and fearless.
As long as they say that this is the emperor's instruction, they will do everything they can to gain enough political capital for the noble to climb up.
This is why the family power behind Kalaib paid a huge price to allow him to take control and serve as the leader of this army.
The Kriegers are undoubtedly the best tools for gaining military medals.
In Caleb's opinion, as long as the order was given within two minutes, the Kriegs would launch a series of fierce attacks.
But now, the order has been issued for so long, and they have not yet launched the offensive.
This made Kalaib very unhappy.
He also wanted to use these Kriegs to turn the tide, defeat the Cadians, and reverse the current downward trend.
But I didn't expect the Krieg to be so slow.
This is disobedience, this is betrayal to the Emperor.
These damn guys should be declared traitors by the Inquisition and thrown back to their home planet to die.
Kalai thought maliciously.
If the Empire declared the Krieg Death Korps to be traitors, I'm afraid these guys would collapse into despair.
The tent was filled with Kriegers wearing respirators. Their uniforms were gray and looked dull. It was dead silent and heavy.
The uniforms are just like what they are.
They never take off their mask respirators.
Wearing a command uniform made of silky satin, Kalai looked out of place among these Kriegs.
Caleb felt that they must have had their free-thinking lobes removed at birth.
These fools who don't want to see people are only worthy of being tools of those of them who are born with superior birth and destined to become the Emperor's rule over mankind.
Caleb had never seen what a Krieg soldier really looked like.
He didn't even bother to know what these tools looked like.
The most important thing is to earn military medals for him.
Who cares what kind of monsters these Kriegs are.
Colonel Yoton looked at Caleb who came in, very calmly.
The other party's military rank was much higher than his, and he was the supreme commander appointed by the Terra High Lords Council for the Krieg army.
But Colonel Yoton didn't care about it at all and didn't seem to be afraid of the other party's power at all.
"Krieg would never betray the Emperor," said Colonel Jordon.
"Then why don't you attack the enemy? Those damned Cadians have betrayed the Emperor and disobeyed the orders of the High Lords Council. I demand that you attack them immediately and rescue those generals." Kalaib said angrily, "Do you want to be declared a traitor by the Empire, Krieg?"
Colonel Yoton remained silent and did not speak.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying? I want you to launch an attack. This is a manifestation of loyalty to the Emperor." Seeing Colonel Krieg not speaking, Caleb became more and more angry, and he roared.
Colonel Yoton reached out and clicked to play the video from the Cadians.
The scene inside made Kalaib's face change. He took out his gun and pointed it at Colonel Yodon. "These are all fake. They are meant to deceive you. Launch the attack immediately! Don't force me to execute you."
"The Krieg will never betray the Emperor," Colonel Yorton repeated word by word.
"I told you to attack, kill those Cadians, and save those generals." Kalaib roared, grabbing the other's clothes and pointing the gun at Yotun's head, "Don't force me to kill you."
Colonel Yoton remained indifferent, his eyes just looking at the furious Caleb through the goggles of his respirator.
It was as if the gun was pointed not at his head, but at the other person's head.
That kind of calmness and composure is incredible.
Kalaib shot the opponent's leg. The scorching beam instantly pierced through the opponent's clothes and burned a small hole.
"You forced me to do this. Don't doubt my determination." Caleb said viciously, "I will report this to the High Lord. You Kriegs are all traitors. You do not deserve the Emperor's forgiveness. You will be forever despised."
Colonel Yoton endured the pain, tried to stay standing, and repeated each word clearly.
"A Krieg would never betray the Emperor."
The other Krieg officers also stood there calmly.
They didn't do anything.
He just watched his superior being threatened and beaten in the thigh.
He did not try to fight back, nor did he defend his superiors.
Seeing that the colonel was still trying hard to stay standing, Kalaib suddenly felt a chill on his scalp.
Are these guys completely crazy
Why, why aren't they afraid!
Damn it!
Damn it!
Footsteps were heard outside the tent, and a Krieg soldier walked in.
After performing the Sky Eagle salute, he reported to Colonel Yodon: "It has been confirmed that the video is real."
Caleb felt something was wrong. He was about to threaten Colonel Krieger again, ready to use any means necessary to force him to attack the Cardians.
At this moment, a Krieg officer next to Caleb moved.
He threw a punch with lightning speed, hitting Caleb in the face as he was trying to threaten Colonel Yoton.
Kalaib had no time to react.
He just felt a sweetness in his mouth, and two bloody teeth were thrown out.
Every Krieg soldier is selected to go to the battlefield after a bloody battle.
Being able to become an officer means that their strength, skills and combat experience are greater than other Krieg soldiers.
There are no nobles in Krieg, only soldiers loyal to the Emperor.
Only the best among them can become officers.
Kalaib was stunned by the punch, and before he could catch his breath, the opponent's attack followed.
Officer Krieg punched him in the stomach, and Caleb felt like he had vomited up last night's meal.
Then, the Krieg officer quickly twisted his joints, causing him to scream and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.
Soon, he was pinned to the ground. The whole process took only a few seconds, which was incredibly fast.
"Are you going to betray the Emperor?" Kaleb shouted. "I will report you to the High Lords. You will be declared excommunicated traitors. Your graves will be spitted on by every loyalist in the Empire."
"No, it is you who betrayed the Emperor. You led us to shoot the Emperor's own son, just like the sinner in Krieg who never deserves to have a name. You deceived us." Colonel Yotun said, "We will not betray the Emperor."
The Civil War on Krieg was caused by the planet's governor turning his back on the glory of the Emperor and declaring independence.
The planetary governor used sweet words to deceive those people, telling them that it was a waste of their lives for the Empire to recruit those troops to die.
They should enjoy peace instead of participating in the empire's ambitious expeditions.
A Colonel Krieg who returned from the starry sky raised the banner of opposition.
He believed that peace in Krieg was not achieved by the Krieg people alone, but was achieved through the Empire's conquests and resistance to enemies everywhere.
They enjoyed the peace that other star warriors had bought with their lives.
Governor Krieg's actions betrayed the human empire, the emperor, and the imperial troops who fought bravely.
The two sides failed to reach an agreement and civil war broke out.
In order to prove his loyalty, Colonel Krieg, who returned from the starry sky, did not hesitate to nuke the home planet.
Those nuclear bombs were not ordinary nuclear bombs. The poisonous rain they caused turned the entire world into a radioactive land with no grass growing.
People can only live underground wearing respirators for a long time.
After the destruction, the planet Krieg was left with nothing, and could only offer its own people to fight for the Emperor and atone for its past sins.
To achieve this goal, the surviving Krieg were genetically modified, and all of their offspring were bred in artificial wombs.
They remember their crimes and are always ready to sacrifice themselves in the service of the Emperor.
No matter how ridiculous the order, as long as they are sure it can contribute to the Emperor, they will execute it without hesitation.
"You guys." Kalai shouted.
But Colonel Yoton had nothing to say. He ordered his men to arrest Caleb and take him away for imprisonment.
"Declare to the Cadians that the war is over and that we are loyal to the Emperor," said Colonel Jotun.
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Terra.
"Guilliman, the greatest traitor of the Empire, is about to be defeated in the Beta-Garmon system. Let us cheer for this. This is the victory of the Empire and the embodiment of the glory of the Emperor."
Propaganda from the Imperial Daily echoes in every hive city day and night.
Unfortunately, not many people pay attention to this.
The unrest continued to spread and expand in scale, and the imperial forces were becoming increasingly unable to cope with it.
The Imperial Guards were dispatched more and more frequently.
Everyone could feel that a storm was coming.
Some astropaths claimed to have seen seas of blood and endless carnage.
Nightmares invade everyone, tormenting their fragile nerves.
But the powerful people of Terra are still scheming against each other, distributing interests, and planning various plans after Guilliman's compromise.
They turned a blind eye to the crisis on Terra and immersed themselves in banquets and parliamentary activities.
The crisis caused by the ignorant lower classes will only hurt themselves.
Every noble thought like this.
They have an army, bodyguards, and enough water and food.
The riots caused by the mobs do not affect them.
They don't care about the life and death of those at the bottom of society.
Instead of caring about those at the bottom, it is better to care about how to win over other families.
To form an alliance is to entangle interests together.
That's what they should care about.
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In the Imperial Senate, twelve high lords are meeting.
They were dressed in their best attire, gathered together, wearing formal robes and sitting on soft seats.
The meeting place was located at the highest point of the Imperial Senate building.
Faint light filtered through the tall stained glass.
Two armed white shield guards were on guard at the heavy gate.
Many more soldiers were stationed in and around the parliament chamber.
A large number of drones and suspended combat skulls were hovering outside, and buzzing sounds came from outside.
The high lords who had climbed to this position through complex political struggles had become extremely neurotic.
They were extremely afraid of sudden assassinations.
Insisting on incredible security measures in the safest place in all of the Empire.
Tyrian understood.
He knew how terrible the political struggles in Terra were.
Those families often cultivate some terrible assassins to help them eliminate political enemies and people who harm their interests.
This meeting has lasted for several hours.
A large number of proposals are proposed and then rejected or passed.
It was also an extremely bureaucratic and tedious scene for Tyrian.
The roars and anger of these high lords are all for the greater good of the groups they represent.
Those proposals will be dressed up with the moral principles of loyalty, empire, emperor, etc. to represent their legitimacy.
Tyrian really couldn't think of a proposal to build a food production factory on Terra to alleviate the spread of famine and what it had to do with the glory of the Emperor
Even if mortals believe in the emperor, they still have to eat, right
Denda, the representative of the merchant fleet, vetoed Tirian's proposal to rebuild Terra's food supply system.
The reason is that the sacred land of Terra is already at its limit just in terms of accommodating such a large population.
If food production continues, it will inevitably destroy the ecological structure of the area and give rise to more problems.
In fact, I just don’t want Terra to be self-sufficient.
Since Terra cannot be self-sufficient, it needs to transport goods from outside.
This is a huge benefit, which is related to the wealth of many families.
Martian Forge General Lasky voted in favor of this.
Tirian knew from some secret channels that Dendar and the Forge General had reached a consensus.
Agree to the other party's proposal to lift the ban on some special items, and assist Mars in transporting some special goods in exchange for the other party's support.
This is a game, you support me and I support you.
Once the interests are balanced, the proposal will be passed.
Not surprisingly, the proposal was rejected.
There are too many interests involved, and Tirian cannot be shaken at all.
Tirian didn't say much about this, he just did what he should do.
If you can’t succeed, it’s not your fault.
He would not turn against his master for this proposal, even though he was not one of the twelve high lords.
But he was able to climb up and he knew the way.
That's how the game is played.
There's no point in falling out with others; it will only make them feel that you are no longer qualified to play this game.
They will use all means to expel you.
If necessary, they will even kill you.
This will save you from getting carried away and ruining the game.
The political struggle in Terra is a pile of shit. Only when the participants become a pile of shit can they compete together.
Many talented people simply cannot adapt to such complex interpersonal relationships.
Therefore, they are often buried.
What's the point of being capable? In Terra, what matters is background, connections, and exchange of interests. It's not a big deal to have ability.
What good is it even if you are the most outstanding graduate of Terra's highest institution
Without a background and the ability to build connections, you will only be consumed at the bottom of Terra's complex power structure.
A small act of power can completely kill all your efforts.
Taking advantage of the break in the parliament, the twelve high lords went to rest.
Tirian stood up and walked out of the Senate Chamber.
He felt like peeing and wanted to go and take care of it.
The bathroom he used was for high-ranking officials of the empire.
There were a large number of guards guarding the roads along the way.
However, this road is not peaceful.
From time to time, some unknown experts, officials or soldiers would lurk in the dark, waiting for the imperial dignitaries to pass by.
These people waited for a long time just to say a word or two to these imperial dignitaries, or to get their names signed casually to get out of trouble.
Tyrian didn't discriminate against this, everyone got to the top this way.
When you are in a low position, you must know how to put aside your face and dignity.
This world is very realistic. As long as you can succeed, you will be respected even if you were a slave.
Everything a successful person does will be embellished.
For this reason, all people want to do is succeed by any means necessary.
Tyrion walked down the corridor and rejected a petitioner from the Navigator family.
At this time, a personal guard hurriedly passed the guards and walked towards him with an encrypted letter.
"This is an encrypted letter from the Beta-Garmon star system, written by your astropath and sealed with wax," the guard said. "I waited here for half an hour before I saw you come out. I hope you didn't miss anything."
Tyrion reached out his fat hand and tore open the letter.
The information inside made him smile, but then he became a little worried.
He looked around and made sure that no one was approaching him, then he lowered his head and spoke in a serious tone.
"Everything is going well, but now is our most dangerous moment. Go back to the Prime Minister's Office immediately, take my servants and family files away, and stay away from Terra. You can temporarily go to the area controlled by my family, Pluto. If there is no way to leave, then find a place to hide. Remember, don't let anyone discover your tracks."
Tyrion has lived for centuries and buried several of his wives with his own hands.
There were also several children who did not live to be a hundred years old.
Now, he has found a new wife and several lovers.
Thanks to his efforts alone, his family has flourished.
"Why, sir?" The guards asked in confusion, "You are the chancellor of the empire? Why are you acting this way?"
"Some people will be desperate. They cannot take revenge on the Primarch, but they think I will enjoy the results of this and will turn their attention to me. Leave, quickly, and wait until the Primarch arrives, then everything will be settled." said Tyrion.
"What about the Lord?" Guard.
"I can't leave. I'm the chancellor of the empire and I still have things to do. Moreover, if I leave, the truth will be revealed even faster and you won't even have a chance to leave." Tirian said, "Quick, leave now. Once you leave, I will also find a chance to leave."
"Understood, my Lord."
"Take this too and get rid of it."
Tirian put the letter back into the envelope and asked the other party to leave.
Then his face returned to calm and he walked towards the bathroom.
After solving his problem, Tirrion returned to his post and the meeting began again.
His job was to record the orders of the high lords and execute them.
A few hours later, suddenly all the high lords were stunned, and then looked panicked.
They received equally explosive information from their communicators, which was compiled and edited by the Star Language Court.
"Beta-Galmon." Field Marshal Prin uttered the term with trembling voice.
Tyrian also pretended to look horrified.
The voice of a noble on the verge of tears echoed through the communicator.
"It's gone. Everything is gone. Over ninety percent of Beta-Galmon's army has fallen into the arms of the Primarch. All those who supported us have been killed. Guilliman, Guilliman is about to reach Terra."
The faces of the high lords were frighteningly pale, and the huge mechanical body of Forging General Lasky was shaking constantly, and the mechanical parts were making wailing sounds.
Archmagus Sigmar defected to Guilliman, and all the Mechanic Priests loyal to Mars were placed under house arrest or executed.
This news was undoubtedly a huge blow to General Zhuo.
The Pope of the state religion was so frightened by the sudden news that he fainted.
The Saints of the State Religion denied the State Religion of Terra and declared to the world that they were traitors and thieves who defied the Emperor's will.
This was undoubtedly a fatal blow.
According to the teachings of the state religion, this means that more than 90% of the state religion's top leaders will be sent to the stake and burned to death.
It's over. It's all over.
The High Lords thought that this struggle would make Guilliman realize his mistakes, and thus compromise, negotiate with them, and continue to maintain such rule.
However, the news from the Beta-Garmon system dealt them a heavy blow.
It also made them realize that they could not shake the return of the Primarch at all.
The originally relatively peaceful meeting quickly ended in an atmosphere of fear.
It didn't take long for the news to spread and reach the ears of other low-ranking councilors.
The huge Senate was in chaos.
Everyone was dumbfounded. You have to know that many of them were participants, and once the liquidation was completed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The Primarch's victory was so simple that he did not even use a single soldier or fire a single shot before completely taking over all of Beta-Galmon's armies.
The Terran nobles have completely forgotten that their power is based on the system of the Empire.
For this reason, many legions from the imperial world will obey their commands.
They thought that dispatching the Legion to fight Guilliman would be as simple as dispatching the Legion to fight Chaos traitors and xenos in the past.
They think war is just a game on the political table and a medal for promotion.
In the past, they would have listened to the voices of military commanders.
But in this era of bureaucracy and inertia, military power is suppressed by complex rules and procedures that are difficult to understand.
The military commander who actually controls the corps has become an executor of bureaucratic orders.
Out of loyalty to the Emperor, those military commanders had no choice but to obey those orders.
The complicated political game of Terra. It has lost its original intention.
Many generals and marshals of the navy and army who have been active in Terra for a long time have actually never been to the battlefield.
Relying on the power of their families and the glory of their fathers, they played games in the field of power, quickly rose through the ranks, and became spokesmen for the bureaucracy who appeared to be the military.
The High Lords of Terra command those military forces to fight in their own interests.
But never listened to those people's voices.
The bureaucracy and the military were so divided that they were entirely maintained by faith in the emperor.
The High Lord thought that dealing with Guilliman was just like dealing with aliens and Chaos. He would mobilize the troops and then those troops would rush forward and fight to the death.
The forces assembled in the Beta-Garmon system are indeed enough to hold back Guilliman.
However, the high lords only calculated the comparison of military strength, but completely forgot that the reason those military troops were loyal to them was not because they were handsome or courageous, nor because of the so-called power they talked about.
But out of loyalty to the Emperor, and loyalty to the Imperium of Man.
The High Lords' power comes from the Primarch and the Empire created by the Emperor, from the system, not from themselves.
But Guilliman himself is a symbol of the Empire, the spokesperson for the Emperor, and he also controls technology and the military.
Moving their forces against Guilliman was like putting out a fire with oil.
Not only did the original plan fail to materialize, but it also strengthened the original leader's power.
The Primarch's arrival on Terra was an unstoppable event.
A large number of troops had already been withdrawn, and the empty solar system was simply unable to resist the upcoming expeditionary fleet.
It's all over.
The High Lords also tried hard to promote the Primarch threat theory, trying to encourage the people of Terra and other planets in the solar system to fight against the Primarch.
In that case, there might be a way to survive, but what happened next completely dumbfounded them.
The unrest they had been ignoring led to a terrible crisis.
It can be said to be the most terrible disaster that Terra has experienced in ten thousand years.
The High Lords, having recovered from the news of the Beta-Garmon system, are ready to mobilize the people of the Empire in the Solar System to oppose Guilliman.
But before they confirmed the proposal, the crisis suddenly struck.
These fools discovered to their horror that the sins of their past neglect of the lower classes had caught up with them.
Famine spread and corruption was rampant.
Countless people are trapped in despair and darkness.
For this reason, the number of believers of the Blood God increased, forming a powerful force.
Even the Imperial Guards felt helpless in the face of this crisis.
Mobs have been performing blood sacrifices, and many times, these horrific rituals have been extinguished.
But in the end, there was success. These blood sacrifices gradually accumulated and formed a large-scale blood summoning ceremony.
At a critical point, the Warp was completely contaminated by the ritual.
Those with psychic powers screamed madly, claiming that they saw endless blood and darkness spreading.
The boundary between reality and illusion has become increasingly fragile amid the despair and madness of countless human beings.
The sky turned scarlet blood.
The clouds also changed, becoming brightly colored and poisonous, with their interiors burning like fire.
The riots became uncontrollable and spread like wildfire.
Demons took advantage of the flesh and blood of those foolish people and set foot on the land of Terra.
An unprecedented disaster swept Terra.
In a short period of time, the Imperial Guard bypassed the Law Enforcement Department and issued multiple military martial law orders, and every available Astra Militarum was required to take immediate action.
Tyrian originally wanted to leave Terra and hide away from the limelight, but because he was a step too late, he was forced to stay in Terra.
Fortunately, his family was able to board a flight and leave at the last minute.
When he was about to set off, demons and thugs attacked the airport, resulting in martial law being imposed there.
Now no aircraft is allowed to take off or land to avoid further escalation of the crisis.
Tyrion stayed.
The High Lords were also forced to retreat to their lairs in order to deal with the increasingly fierce attacks from mobs and demons.
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Inside the palace.
Marshal of the Royal Guards Valanor's expression became solemn, and the Captain of the Shield Guards, Valerian, stood behind him with an equally grim expression.
It all happened so fast.
They have been keeping tabs on the Brass Brotherhood and have been sending out Custodians to try to thwart them and dismantle the organization.
However, hatred drove the members of the Brotherhood crazy, and even though they suffered huge casualties, they continued to launch blood sacrifices.
In the past, such a blood sacrifice would not be enough to make the demons set foot on the land of Terra.
But the former traitor, the Great Plunderer Abaddon, spent thousands of years planning a massive plan that tore the galaxy apart and created the Great Rift.
The emergence of the Great Rift has made the subspace's interference with the real universe even more intense.
In coordination with the blood sacrifice of the Brass Brotherhood, the lifeless beings of the Warp tore open the curtain of reality and set foot on the land of Terra again after ten thousand years.
Screams were heard throughout the city, and mortals ran crying from their homes, ran to churches, and ran to shrines, crying and begging the God-Emperor to save them from this terrible hell.
Valanor watched as the sky burned, with streaks of scarlet lightning streaking across the equally scarlet sky.
Flames were burning everywhere and thick smoke was billowing. Even at a distance of dozens of kilometers, it was clearly visible.
Blood and fire, these are signs of the invasion of the powerful forces of chaos.
He saw a fighter plane rushing towards a tall building, followed by a huge explosion.
With the authority of the commander of the Imperial Guard, he saw the scene inside the fighter plane through the surveillance camera.
The driver was ripped open by the abominable creature, the cab was a mess, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
The fighter plane lost control and crashed.
This is just a small part of the chaos.
A bigger crisis is coming.
"Gather all our brothers." Valanor looked at Valerian and gave the order, "We must act quickly."
Valyrian nodded and turned away.
Soon, three hundred imperial guards came from all over the place. They were the first group.
More people are constantly arriving.
The alarm sounded in the palace, and except for the guards who had necessary duties, everyone else rushed to Valanno's side.
The sleeping dead were also awakened, and the fearless warriors etched with the emblem of the Imperial Guard took heavy steps and entered the assembly point.
It is extremely rare to see so many imperial guards gathering together.
Only ten thousand years ago would they have gathered on such a grand scale to fight for the Emperor and eliminate the warlords or enemies who rebelled against him.
After the Horus Heresy, they took on black robes and acted alone, never to gather in such large numbers again.
Valanor issued orders to many imperial guards and assigned them to various battlefields in order to prevent the crisis from further expanding.
After distributing the orders, Valanor looked at all the guards and said, "Just follow her wishes."
The other guards responded with the same words, and then nothing else was said.
They left as quickly as they had arrived.
Soon, those mortal auxiliary troops, led by their respective imperial guards, rushed to the outer court to prevent the spread of the crisis.
The Outer Court is huge, and without the help of mortal auxiliary troops, the Imperial Guards would be unable to defend every area.
Valyrian was also assigned a defensive mission, which was to lead a 5,000-strong Celestial Army to defend the Lion's Gate and provide mobile support to those mortal troops who could not hold on.
The Lion's Gate was the site of the heaviest fighting during the Horus Heresy.
It is said that when the battle ended, the corpses on the ground were piled several meters thick.
Now, the place is dotted with churches and tall shrines to the emperor can be seen everywhere.
The majestic parade boulevard extends from the outer residential areas to this area.
There are hundreds of defense towers built in this area. And there are Titans stationed there.
As the alarm sounded, all troops stationed in the area prepared for battle.
The automatic gun array made a mechanical humming sound, adjusting the optimal shooting angle.
The long-silent shield device made a shrill sound and activated with the chanting of the Mechanical Priest.
Defense stations in orbit will also be put into full operation.
The core reactor rumbled, the long-dormant plasma coil was reactivated, and the huge energy pipes flashed indicator lights and supplied power to the light spear array.
The Void Fleet of the Solar System will also be under martial law and conduct all-round scans in deep space.
However, all this did not satisfy Valyrian.
He found that the defense line, which was supposed to be tight, had many loopholes.
The troops that the High Lords transferred to the Beta-Garmon system could not be conjured out of thin air.
They drew out a part of Terra's defensive forces, and also sent the food originally sent to Terra to Beta-Garmon to cope with the army's consumption.
Valerian could foresee how terrible the out-of-control crisis would be if they could not quickly suppress this unrest.
Terra is not self-sufficient.
It is said that in the past, Terra had its own food production facilities.
But as the empire grew, those food production factories were gradually moved out of Terra and transferred to other planets.
To do this, Terra needs countless cargo ships to provide enough food.
It is becoming increasingly fragile, and once its connection with the void is cut off, the people here will fall into famine.
In the past few months, the warp storms have made it increasingly difficult for cargo ships to reach Terra, but there are still cargo ships that can deliver goods to maintain basic survival.
As the crisis unfolded, it became increasingly difficult for cargo ships to deliver goods to Terra.
Supplies will soon be cut off.
People will kill each other due to famine, and the Blood God will be even more excited.
"We suffer because of those fools." An angry thought emerged in Valerian's mind. Those damn Terra nobles and high lords were eating away at Terra's defenses like termites.
Those in power have long ignored the interests of the lower classes, believing them to be unafraid.
The price is paid now.
Terra will fall into a riot caused by the lower classes. Once the riot lasts too long and food cannot be supplied to the troops, the troops will mutiny.
Valerian could foresee the danger.
Terra will face an unimaginable disaster.
Mortals without supplies would even team up with demons to attack the palace just to find something to fill their stomachs.
The mere thought of that scene filled Valerian with worry.
A roaring sound was heard, and several Valkyrie fighter planes flew across the sky.
Among them was a Valkyrie fighter, which hovered in an open space near the Lion's Gate.
A man in uniform with a colonel rank badge on his shoulder ran down from the deck where the Valkyrie fighter was lowered.
"Master Imperial Guard." the man shouted.
Valerian turned his gaze to the other person, who was a short but very strong man.
The other party implanted a system to enhance the human body.
Behind the man were two more officers, wearing the same uniform with slightly different insignia on their shoulders.
"How is it going?" Valyrian asked.
"It's a terrible situation, sir. There are thugs everywhere." The man said, "Two of my astropaths have gone crazy. They are shouting about blood and something. There are also some terrible monsters approaching here."
Valerian looked solemn as he walked towards an elevator platform.
The man hurried over, "Sir, can you tell me some information? What are those monsters? Are they demons?"
"Yes," Valyrian admitted, his tone heavy.
The man's face turned pale and his whole body trembled slightly.
"How could it be a demon!
He said with disbelief in his tone.
This is Terra, the Holy World of the Imperium and the abode of the Master of Mankind.
No demon has set foot here since the cataclysm of the Heresy.
Under the protection of numerous monks, saints, the Inquisition, the Guards and the Grey Knights, even the cultists would be quickly wiped out and killed.
Now, the devil has set foot on Holy Terra, what does this mean!
Just thinking about this made the man tremble and unable to speak.
There will no longer be a safe place for humanity in the entire galaxy.
Valerian glanced at the poor man, shook his head slightly, and sighed at the weakness of mortals.
"Get ready for battle. We have to drive them back."
After saying that, he stepped onto the elevator platform and prepared to go up to the city wall.
The elevator is a huge machine, all black and covered with various short-range guns.
There was also a large army stationed on the city walls.
A large number of automatic artillery arrays were activated, and soldiers piled up sandbags and iron bars to build fortifications.
Valian passed them and stood on the edge of the outer court wall.
From this position, he could see the scale of the crisis more clearly.
From south to north, everything was burning, and the clouds in the sky turned blood red, emitting black trails of soot.
The air became so hot that it made my skin feel painful.
In the past, there would have been at least millions of transport ships rising and falling, filling the entire sky of Terra.
But at this time, the sky of Terra seemed empty, with only military aircraft carrying weapons flying.
Valerian looked towards the city. Large numbers of people were pouring out from all directions, making shrill screams.
Demons and thugs are killing people everywhere.
Those poor mortals, either join them or be killed.
The Imperial Army that tried to suppress the rebellion was overwhelmed by demons and thugs, leaving only a few screams.
"God of Terra." Seeing the thugs and demons gathering together and marching towards the Lion's Gate in a mighty force, Valerian tightly grasped the weapon in his hand and his tone became solemn.