The Mechanical Sage Proin remained expressionless in the face of Lucian XII's angry roar, and his whole body did not seem to be at all upset.
"From a data perspective, there is no difference between nobles and commoners. You are all made up of the same genetic sequence. There is no difference between you, and there is nothing special about you. Your so-called glory and bloodline are not very useful if we think about it at the level of the empire."
"The Lucian family is only recognized by Terra because of their ancestors. Now, Terra is subject to the Imperial Regent, who has the right to make any adjustments. Don't even think about going against the Imperial Regent's decision. According to the existing data, the Lucian family has no chance of winning."
Proyin's mechanical voice was completely calm without any emotional ups and downs.
The people of the Mechanicus always remain rational, only in this way can they achieve the best results.
"My ancestors shed blood for the empire. They paid a lot to get to where they are today." Lucian XII said, "I can sit here because my ancestors made sacrifices. What did the ancestors of the untouchables do? People's fate is destined at birth. If you want to blame someone, you should blame your own ancestors for not shedding blood for the empire."
Lucian XII stood up and paced back and forth, his tone very excited.
"My family has accumulated 4,000 years of experience, how can those people achieve my success in just a few decades
Is this reform fair? Absolutely not fair.”
"The Lucian family will never compromise with such forces. We will defend our rights. Tell me, sage, which side are you on? Will you support me?" Lucian XII sat on the throne and questioned Proyin's position.
"I suggest you put aside that ridiculous idea. You know nothing about the power of the Imperial Regent. He has an absolute advantage both militarily and politically. If you fight against the Empire for the sake of reform, you will regret it. The Mechanicus will never get involved in this matter. We are absolutely loyal to Terra and Mars. Any covenant is built on this consensus."
Proyin shook his head. He would not sacrifice his future for this idiot.
Judging from the various images that have come out of the military parades and the Indomitable Expedition.
The troops in the hands of the Imperial Regent are enough to crush all opposition forces and defeat all those who disobey.
It is really impossible to make the Imperial Regent make concessions.
No noble who tried to resist could defeat him, and no one could challenge him.
The former High Lords Council was perhaps the only force that could somewhat rival the Imperial Regent.
However, after the Beta-Garmon galaxy, the aristocratic forces represented by the High Lords Council came to an end.
In the end, he was uprooted by the imperial regent.
Even Terra's bureaucracy underwent a major reshuffle.
The entire Terra became a one-man show of the Imperial Regent.
Terra had the Custodes, the Imperial Fists, and Mars, so many forces that eventually submitted to the Imperial Regent.
What is the alert star
Vigilance Star has an egg!
If you rebel against the imperial regent, you won’t even be able to find your body after you die.
The Lucian family's actions will only bring disaster upon themselves.
How screwed must Proyin be to join the other side
Lucian XII, who ascended to the position of planetary governor only by virtue of his hereditary nobility privileges, had neither military nor political talent.
How could he confront a Primarch who had experienced so much war and founded the High Lords' Council system
With his pig brain
Or is it because of his 300-pound pig-like body?
The planetary governor, who had been pampered since childhood and had never been on a battlefield, was completely unaware of the power of the Imperial Regent.
In the face of absolute power, so-called politics is a ridiculous toy.
After one punch, there's nothing left.
Not to mention a small planetary governor, even a star region or some war lords dare not disobey the orders of the Imperial Regent.
Proyin doesn't want the rest of his life to be ruined by this idiot.
Standing in the same camp as the other side is undoubtedly a dead end.
"You have signed an alliance agreement with the Lucian family. According to the agreement, you must protect us," said Lucian XII.
"You also know that it's called the Alliance Pact, not the Death Pact!
"Proyin firmly rejected the other party's request," and the Lucian family violated the Primarch's reform order and even armed confrontation. Sorry, we can't do it. This is a serious crime of betraying the empire. "
"We are loyal to the Empire, and Guilliman is the one who betrayed the Empire." Lucian XII loudly refuted Proyin's statement.
"That's your opinion. What's important is the decision of Terra and Mars," Proyin said. "Once Terra and Mars determine it is treason, it is treason."
"Ridiculous. The Primarch has already taken control of Mars and Terra. Whatever he says is not his will. Do you think he would consider himself a traitor?" Lucian XII said mockingly. "He only promotes himself as the savior of mankind. He is nothing but a shameless thief. He stole the power that did not belong to him and wanted to steal it from others."
"The era of the Primarch is over, and he still dares to call himself the Regent of the Empire. Isn't it funny? The High Lords are the legitimate supreme rulers of the Empire, and he is just a thief."
"He has the Emperor's approval," Proyin said.
Lucian XII became even more disdainful, his fat face twitching, as if he was amused by Proyin's words.
"The Emperor hasn't spoken in ten thousand years. Who knows if what he said is true or false? Maybe the Emperor didn't say anything and he just made it up."
"This is blasphemy." Proyin's tone turned cold. "Omnissia personally recognized the Primarch's rule."
"I don't want to argue with you about this. You are too old-fashioned. There are many liars in this world, Proyin. There are many frauds in power. I have seen someone holding a signature of the High Lords Council and becoming the governor of a planet. He served for a hundred years until someone went to Terra to check his family history and found that there was no note at all. After investigation, it was found that he only got the signatures of the High Lords on a blank paper, and the letter of appointment was written by him later."
Lucian XII showed a mocking expression on his fat face. "What do you think of this? A blank sheet of paper ruled a planet for a hundred years. If someone borrowed the power of the emperor to bully others, who would be able to expose him?"
"You are just speculating." Proyin said, "Based on data analysis, the situation you described does have a high probability of success in the empire with slow communications. But on Terra, the possibility of such a strategy succeeding is almost zero."
"I can't convince you, Proyin. Now I only ask you to fulfill the original alliance agreement and stand firmly on the side of the Lucian family." Lucian XII did not intend to continue wasting too much time with Proyin on whether the Primarch had been authorized by the Emperor.
He just wanted to get the other party's position now.
"The Alliance Agreement is based on not violating the principles of Terra and Mars. Once you oppose the reforms of the Imperial Regent, you will be standing against Terra. In this case, the Alliance Agreement will not take effect. The Mechanicus has the right to refuse to fulfill its promise to protect you, and we don't want to die for this."
"Are you going to break your promise?" Lucian XII said angrily.
"This is for the benefit of the Adeptus Mechanicus. We can't possibly fight against the Imperial Regent with you. To be honest, no one with a brain would do that." Proyin shook his mechanical head and persuaded Lucian XII. "He controls politics, the army, and technology. What do you control?"
"I will not compromise. Since you are unwilling to stand on my side, then get out of Saints Harbor. I don't need ungrateful people like you as my allies against the orcs and the Dark Eldar. You are good for nothing." Lucian XII said loudly, "Get away from me and don't show up in front of me again."
"Without my maintenance, your defense system will never be of any use." Proyin looked at Lucian XII and explained to him their importance.
Without them, who would have the technology to build the Empire's shield generator
In fact, the mechanical sage Proyin found Lucian XII's train of thought somewhat incomprehensible.
To be honest, in this reform, those hereditary nobles who obeyed only lost their titles, but a lot of wealth was retained, allowing them to live a decent retirement life.
What the Mechanicus lost was its monopoly on technology, military power, etc. In the final analysis, the losses were far greater than those of the nobles.
But the Mechanical Sage Proyin had no intention of resisting.
In the long run, Guilliman's reforms will ultimately benefit everyone, including the Mechanicus.
The pie of the empire will become bigger and bigger, and eventually everyone will have a share.
However, Lucian XII was only thinking about his own power, and thought he could enjoy more by building on the achievements of his ancestors.
It is believed that the distribution system should be distributed in the same way as before.
They, the hereditary loyalists, deserve more.
After it was taken away by Guilliman and distributed to other people, he became furious and wanted to overthrow the Primarch immediately.
"I don't care. Not everyone is as stupid as you, unable to see Guilliman's true nature. He is just a dictator, a tyrant, a hypocrite who is eager to forge his own crown with the blood of others." Lucian XII waved his hand. "I have the help of the Knights and the Mechanical Priests who have seen the evil nature of the Primarch. They will help us. I can no longer trust you, Proyin. You want to betray me and tear up the alliance agreement."
Proyin's eyes showed a trace of surprise. He looked at Lucian XII and shook his head. "You have been blinded by power. One day, you will pay the price for it."
"I am 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 fight back
Why should I bow down and accept such despicable and shameless robbery!
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"If resisting bandits is considered wrong, then what else is right in this world?"
When the Mechanical Sage Proyin heard this, he knew that there was no need for both parties to continue the conversation.
The two sides have been unable to reach a consensus.
Proyin hoped that Lucian XII would be able to discuss the next steps while remaining loyal to the empire.
However, Lucian XII hoped that the Mechanicus could discuss the next steps while remaining loyal to the interests of the Lucian family.
The two simply could not reach a consensus.
It's a waste of time to talk further.
He turned and walked out, and his heavy mechanical body pressed against the thick stone floor, making a dull sound.
A few days later, a group of members of the Mechanicus, led by Proyin, announced that they would withdraw to the Great North City.
Proyin didn't want to get involved in such a fatal thing.
The Imperial Regent was determined to achieve reform, even if it meant killing people.
So far, how many powerful people have been killed and how many have been sent to punishment camps.
Mars's forging generals all paid the price for this.
Reform is already an inevitable trend. Anyone who tries to stop it is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Lucian XII was not at all moved by the news that Proyin announced his return to Giant North City.
He stood on the balcony of his own mansion, watching the members of the Mechanicus, led by Proyin, board their vehicles and leave.
Since the Empire is pressing him aggressively, why should he continue to be loyal to this corrupt human empire
He must rise up and resist. Only in this way can he fight for his own rights and for rights for the world.
The empire's autocratic system 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 corrupt, and being loyal to the gods is the right thing to do."
A voice came from the room behind him.
The other person's body was covered with prayers, and it was obvious that he was a devout believer.
But if you look closely, you will find that these prayers do not belong to the Emperor.
But it is a prayer belonging to the Chaos Gods.
Clearly, this is a Chaos Cultist.
After talking with Proyin, Lucian XII gave up completely.
He no longer had any illusions about the Mechanicus, and if he wanted to maintain his power, he had to fight for it himself.
After Harkon the Starreaver made his declaration against the Vigilantes, Lucian XII's heart was shaken for a time.
After all, the empire is in chaos, and joining Chaos is a good choice.
Regardless of whether it is the rule of the empire or the rule of the gods, the Lucian family will firmly occupy the position of rulers and become their loyal servants.
If it weren't for the arrival of the Astartes Brothers from the Iron Hands and the Brass Claws, he would have already sworn an oath of allegiance to Chaos.
Originally he still had illusions about the Empire. When the news of what the awakened Guilliman did on Terra reached the Vigilant Planet, he once thought it was just a rumor.
How could the highly deified Primarch in history books make such an anti-intellectual decision
Abolishing the High Lords' Council and adopting a dictatorship is a step backward in history.
Humanity’s democratic system is hard-won.
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 also indirectly demonstrated to the world the superiority of this system.
Now, Guilliman wanted to abolish all of this, and take away the wealth and power of these loyal men who had worked so hard and dedicatedly to serve the Imperium.
How unfair.
Such reforms are simply a joke.
The fault in this matter lies with the Imperium, with Terra, and with the resurrected Primarch.
It was that self-righteous Primarch who forced the Lucian family to embark on the path of loyalty to the gods.
"I am tired of the dictatorship of the Empire. Guilliman's actions disgust me." Lucian XII said, "From now on, I will serve the gods. Before that, I need to confirm one thing. Will the Warmaster really hand over this planet to the Lucian family to rule as always?"
"Yes, I promise." The believer said firmly, "The Great Plunderer never breaks his promise."
"Okay, the deal is done. What do you need me to do for you?" said Lucian XII.
"It's very simple." The believer took out a data chip and inserted it into the playback device beside him. "The Warmaster's task is to build such a Black Stone Crown and place it at the designated node. Can you do it? The faster the better. Once Guilliman's capable heir Calgar arrives, you will most likely lose power. At that time, all your efforts will be in vain."
"I understand. I will complete your mission before the new batch of reinforcements from the Empire arrives." Lucian XII said firmly, "Don't forget your promise, otherwise, I will not let you go."
"Understood, Governor." The believer said, "As long as you put the Black Stone Crown in the designated location and help the Great Plunderer to achieve the goal of conquering the empire, he will not treat you unfairly."
“That would be best,” Lucian XII said. “What use would these Blackrock Crowns have? Could they help the Great Reaver win?”
"Of course there is a magical use, but I can't tell you now. But as long as you put the Blackstone Crown in the designated location, the Great Plunderer will be able to complete his mission and swallow up half of the empire. Vigilance will also fall into his hands, and the Lucian family will continue to rule this planet for the Great Plunderer."
Seeing that he couldn't get any more answers, Lucian XII didn't ask any more questions.
"Just wait for good news. I will personally supervise the mission of the Blackstone Demon Crown."
"The Great Predator awaits your good news."
After saying this, the believer turned and left.
Lucian XII looked at Proyin's vehicle with a hint of murderous intent.
He couldn't let this mechanical sage leave.
If you are unwilling to join him in rebelling against the empire, then be the first to die.
He turned on the communication and gave the order to act.
Let those colleagues who once followed Horus to rebel against the Empire teach these foolish followers of the Mechanicus a lesson.
After conveying the order, Lucian XII looked at the believer leaving and gave a meaningful smile.
He is not loyal to the Empire or Chaos, and only fights for the interests of House Lucian.
This is a rare opportunity. If used skillfully, perhaps the Lucian family will be able to completely break free from the control of the empire and become a free force.
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The Vengeful Spirit.
Abaddon sat on the throne that once belonged to Horus, examining the Word Bearers leaders below.
The demon sword Drachanion was placed next to Abaddon's throne, still unsheathed, and seemed very quiet.
But no one would underestimate this magic sword.
Even though it was suppressed by the scabbard, he could still feel the thirst for blood.
Always eager to hunt, wanting 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 extreme.
If those two bastards Lorgar and Erebus appeared in front of him now.
He swore he would chop the two beasts into one hundred and twenty pieces.
Even though Abaddon has become a warmaster, he possesses the power blessed by the four gods.
But he still feels resentful about the past events.
Horus's ending caused him to collapse for a time. He wandered in the Eye of Terror in a daze for a long time before he regained his spirits.
The culprits behind all these tragedies are Lorgar and Erebus.
Erebus did a lot of things in secret.
He stole the enemy blade of the human civilization of Interres, causing the breakdown of negotiations between the two sides and forcing them to turn swords against each other.
On the planet Davin, Erebus gave the Nemesis Blade to the traitorous Tamba, who stabbed Horus.
At the time, most Sons of Horus knew nothing about the Warp.
Still stubbornly believes in the Emperor's truth.
Horus, who was severely injured by the evil power of the Warp, could not be healed by conventional means.
Everyone could only watch him lose his vitality bit by bit and slowly move towards death.
At this time, Erebus hypocritically deceived the members of the Council of Four Kings and asked them to send the incurable Horus to the Temple of the Society.
Even though Abaddon had already surrendered to the gods, he still felt pained every time he thought of this matter.
He personally pushed his genetic father into the abyss.
Horus used to be so perfect, funny, confident, full of faith and hope.
He often speaks of his relationship with the Emperor and vows to fulfill his father's dream.
After entering the Temple of the Society, Horus was confused by the Warp.
The gods tempted him to embark on a path of no return.
Under the manipulation of the evil forces of the Warp, Horus is merely a carrier of power and a tool for the gods to fight against the Emperor.
Abaddon would never forget Horus at the Siege of Terra.
The once powerful, intelligent warlord who could easily tease his enemies has become a paralyzed person who can't speak clearly and can't even take care of himself.
Sitting on the throne with a dull look in his eyes and drooling from the corners of his mouth, he looked like an idiot.
The contrast between the two images is so great.
At one point it made Abaddon cry.
Thinking of that, Abaddon found it difficult to suppress the anger in his heart.
As soon as the Imperium was destroyed and the Emperor on the Golden Throne died, Abaddon swore that Lorgar and the missing Erebus would be next.
Abaddon would not be able to get rid of the hatred in his heart unless he skinned and tortured these two men every day.
But now is not the time to fall out.
At this stage, he still needs the help of the Word Bearers.
Only in this way can he take down the alert star.
Complete his final mission.
Once the Nakmond Corridor falls, it will be a terrible blow to the empire.
This corridor is Terra's only way to the dark side of the Empire, once it is interrupted.
Then the empire would really only have half left.
By then, no matter how capable Guilliman is, he will be helpless.
The Empire does not have much understanding of why the Vigilant Planet can form a stable space-time structure.
They knew nothing about Black Stone.
Abaddon didn't know much about the Black Stone, but the knowledge he had was enough to understand its usefulness.
The Nakmond Corridor is mainly maintained by blackstone. Both the Red Earth Star on the south side of the corridor and the Vigilance Star on the north side have large-scale blackstone deposits.
Under the strata of these two worlds, there are many black stone drainage needles buried.
On both planets, spikes made of unnatural black stone pointed in the direction of each other.
These spikes echo each other from a distance, maintaining the anti-subspace field in the middle.
This created the Nakmond Corridor, a singularity in the chaos catastrophe.
The common blackstone deposits in these two locations enhance the size of the anti-warp field, allowing the corridor to be as wide as a star system, maintaining the path 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 did not need to completely destroy the Imperial defenses on Vigilance.
The only condition for his victory is that the Great Rift closes, allowing it to completely penetrate the galaxy and form an impenetrable barrier.
The destruction of the Alert Planet was just a gimmick, just like the previous expeditions.
Destroying the empire is just a gimmick to tease people.
It doesn't matter whether the deal is successful or not, it just has a high-sounding name.
The most important thing about a series of actions is to achieve one's strategic goals.
The real goal of each of Abaddon's twelve expeditions was to destroy the Black Stone Obelisks scattered throughout the galaxy and deepen the conflicts among the various forces in the empire.
As a veteran who had participated in the Siege of Terra and fought in the battle himself, Abaddon was well aware of the difficulty of destroying the Human Empire. For this reason, he did not have the idea of defeating the Empire in one go.
Instead, they regard it as a grand goal that will take countless years to complete.
While the Empire cheered again and again for crushing Abaddon's conspiracy, it was unaware that it was walking step by step into Abaddon's trap.
Under his planning, the fall of Cadia was inevitable.
The inefficiency and short-sightedness of ordinary people are their greatest drawbacks.
Abaddon failed twelve times, and each time he led a great crusade, he fled in disgrace under the propaganda of the Empire.
The High Lords of Terra had deceived themselves into believing that Abaddon would fail for the thirteenth time.
The soldiers of the Empire will inevitably defeat Abaddon again under various difficult conditions.
For this reason, they did not care about the affairs of Cadia, and were immersed in the intrigues and games of power on Terra.
Weakness is not the main reason for failure, arrogance is.
The Word Bearers in front of them were also of high status, as they were the leaders of their respective warbands.
Brought him a special device, the Black Stone Demon Crown.
This unholy weapon, imbued with the power of chaos, can tear reality apart with ease.
As long as it is placed in the right place, it can reverse the polarity of the black stone formation of the entire Alert Star, turning this world into a focus of chaotic energy and thus closing the corridor.
These nine Word Bearers Lords are collectively known as the Triad.
They will be responsible for guarding the battle at the leyline nodes on the planet, using slave armies to install dangerous Blackstone Crowns, and performing rituals to summon daemon allies from the Warp.
"Is there any problem with your plan?" Abaddon suppressed the murderous 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 has promised to install the Blackstone Crown for us. As long as the time is right, we can start the sacrifice ceremony." said a Word Bearers leader.
"Very good, I don't want anything to go wrong, otherwise you know what the consequences are."
Abaddon's casual words made the nine Word Bearers leaders tremble.
Abaddon is not a kind person as he is the man blessed by four gods at the same time.
He was as cruel as he was able to rule.
Those who try to disobey him usually don't end well.
"Nothing will go wrong, Warmaster."
"I should hope so."
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The surrounding buildings were burning.
The crackling sound traveled through the air into Jace's mind.
His injuries have been healed with the help of Guilliman's Heart.
This extra organ is so powerful that as long as the person is alive, he or she can recover again and again.
Some secret, unconfirmed rumors circulated among the army, saying that the potential of Guilliman's Heart was endless and that it could be developed into another form and gain demigod-level power.
Jace also heard some noises when he was stabbed in the abdomen by Harkon the Star Reaper.
But the situation at that time made him realize that it was very bad, so he did not listen.
He even doubted for a moment whether he was hallucinating.
Maybe I am not ready yet. The road to becoming a demigod is not that easy.
"Please, let me go?"
"Don't kill me, I didn't mean to."
Desperate pleas for mercy rang out on the battlefield.
Another wave of enemies was repelled.
They left behind a large number of bodies and withdrew from the range of the artillery fire.
Some Chaos Cultists who did not have time to escape cried bitterly under the threat of death, hoping to be forgiven.
They really don't want to die.
But the loyal imperial soldiers showed no mercy. They raised their weapons and shot those enemies who failed to escape.
The bodies of the traitors were piled up like mountains and burned by huge flamethrowers. The billowing smoke could be clearly seen from hundreds of miles away.
"Carry the wounded away." Jace gave orders to the mortals on the battlefield, "Check your weapons and equipment, and be prepared for the next battle."
The sound of confirmation echoed across Jace's communicator.
After confirming that nothing was missed, Jace walked to the front of the position and looked at the enemy in the distance.
The forces of Chaos are regrouping.
Starreaver Harken was also inside. If it weren't for the overall situation, Jace would have wanted to launch a charge just now.
Wolves never forget their enemies.
He vowed to let Harkon the Star Reaper die in this war.
If possible, I would kill the other party with my own hands and avenge the spear I used to fight with.
The roar of fighter planes could be heard in the sky, and the Thunder Eagle cannons continued to fire, bombarding the demon engines and fighting with those monsters in the sky.
Shadows danced in the atmosphere as countless aircraft engaged in a melee, using their respective weapons to draw out bright, nameless constellations in the sky.
The concrete floor was broken and there were traces of fighting everywhere.
Many buildings collapsed, but some incomplete and charred buildings remained standing.
The cries of the wounded and the sound of gunfire mixed in the air, becoming a noise in the ears of others.
The battle in the void continues.
From time to time, Imperial ships would jump out of the Warp. They came from all directions to support the Vigilant Planet.
Unfortunately, the Star Reaper Haken's fleet is not to be underestimated, and they are unable to break through the enemy's firepower and provide support to the ground.
In the battle for the ground, the offensive of Haken the Starreaver became increasingly powerful, and Jace felt obvious pressure.
If they continue like this, they will inevitably fail.
Jace suppressed the thoughts in his mind, walked up to a sacrificed Wolf warrior, knelt on one knee, prayed for him, and then recovered the other's gene seed.
These gene seeds are precious bloodline inheritance.
Every Wolf warrior has the obligation to recover the gene seeds of the dead to prevent them from falling into the hands of the enemy.
"Jace." Gabriel's voice sounded.
When Jace finished his prayer, he stood up and looked at Gabriel.
"What happened? It's worth it for you to come to me in person."
"There are indeed some things." Gabriel walked to Jace's side, "After discussions within the Iron Hands, we have a new plan. I have to tell you in person, otherwise I am afraid that you will reject this plan for the sake of honor."
"What kind of plan?" Jace's voice was low, his eyes fixed on Gabriel.
"We have suffered too many casualties. If we continue, I'm afraid we will shed all our blood because of this long defense line. I decided to retreat to Saint Port. We can't defend here anymore." Gabriel said, "Saint Port has sufficient defense measures and more abundant supplies. It's very beneficial to defend there."
“What about the common folk?” Jace asked. “We can’t abandon them to fall into the hands of Chaos.”
"Do you think I will let those innocent people die? Don't worry, I have arranged the evacuation, and it is expected to be completed within three days. Then we will retreat to Saint Port City."
Gabriel shrugged, indicating that he had everything taken care of.
"You are the ones I am most worried about. I know you have a grudge against that guy, but now is not the time to act on impulse."
Jace nodded, "I understand. I'll have them evacuate."
After saying this, he looked towards the Chaos troops in the distance and suppressed the anger in his heart.
He knew that now was not the right time for revenge.
For the sake of the overall situation, it is more important to keep the alert star than to defend your own dignity.
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Saints Port City.
Luxurious reception hall.
A bloody banquet is taking place that makes the gods laugh wildly.
“This is betrayal!
"A knight shouted in despair, and then died.
Behind him, two colleagues pulled the blades out of the knight's body.
The bright red blood flowed along the sharp blade and dripped onto the red carpet.
The former brothers and comrades-in-arms now draw their swords against each other, fighting to the death.
The banquet was all bloodshot and filled with screams.
Some were crying, some were questioning, some were trying to escape, it was chaos.
Lucian XII, who was sitting in the main seat, sat steadily in his seat, shaking the red wine in the goblet, and smiled faintly at everything that was happening in front of him.
It is the Emperor's business to deal with those fools who are loyal to Terra and the Imperial Regent.
All he had to do now was send those fools to see the Emperor.
This is a cocktail party to purge dissidents.
Those ignorant knights and officers were invited by Lucian XII to participate in this grand reception.
Eliminate all those dissidents who are unwilling to obey him.
Let them know that Vigilance Star is the Vigilance Star of the Lucian family. The Imperial Regent cannot reach here and cannot protect those fools.
Those who were unwilling to stand on the same side as the Lucian family were killed at the party.
The bright red blood flowed on the red carpet, making it even more vivid.
The crystal chandeliers high up were also stained by the splattered blood, becoming eerie and evil.
"Why!
"An officer in the uniform of the Mordian Guard was shot several times and held onto Lucian XII's ankle with his last breath.
His voice was filled with pain and disbelief.
He did not die on the battlefield, but died at the hands of his own people.
More importantly, the Modian Iron Guards are not a garrison regiment on Vigilance Star; they are here to provide support.
They traveled long distances, warped through horrific warp storms, and came from the other side of the galaxy to support the Vigilant Star, paying an extremely heavy price along the way.
When he arrived at Vigilance, he did not die at the hands of the Empire's enemies, but at the hands of his own people.
How ironic!
What a mockery!
"Because you are all traitors." Lucian XII struggled to free himself from the other's hand. "You supported a tyrant, so you deserve to die. Your loyalty to the empire is no longer pious and pure. You fight for a liar who stole power. I just fulfilled my duty and cleaned you up."
"Traitor," the officer said with his last breath.
"No, Guilliman is the traitor. If it weren't for him, I would still be a loyal servant of the Empire. It's not me who is wrong, it's this Empire, it's that self-righteous fool."
When Lucian XII heard the other party call him a traitor, he couldn't help but get excited and roared loudly.
When he calmed down his anger, he found that the other party had already died.
Lucian XII kicked the other's hand away in disgust.
At this time, the killing at the banquet had come to an end. The assassins who were absolutely loyal to the Lucian family took control of the entire venue at the first time. The officers and knights who attended the banquet were just lambs to be slaughtered.
"What a wonderful bloody banquet." Lucian XII looked at the mess at the banquet, his smile growing brighter. "That's how it should be, that's how it should be."
At this time, a servant hurried in and whispered something in Lucian XII's ear.
Lucian XII's smile froze on his face.
Then he roared like an angry lion and swept all the food on the table in front of him to the ground.
"Those damn Dark Mechanicus, they boasted about how powerful they were, but now they can't even kill one person. They are trash, top trash."
Just as the situation calmed down, a woman in a satin robe ran in in panic.
"My Lord, it's bad. The Interstellar Warriors have abandoned other nest cities and chosen to retreat to Saint Port City. Several batches of refugees have been sent here."
As soon as these words were spoken, the blood-stained crowd at the banquet fell silent, and everyone looked at Lucian XII who was sitting in the main seat.
When the Space Marines come, what they have done can no longer be concealed.
Once discovered, none of them can escape.
"Abandoned the lines of other hive cities? And retreated to Saint Port City." Lucian XII was not at all panicked, but instead showed a strange smile.