Warhammer: The Worst Start There Is (40k)

Chapter 530: The Cruelty of the Empire (Subscription Request)

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The Primaris warriors used their own way to make the local natives make the right choice.

The professional who was being held at gunpoint spoke so sincerely.

Some official personnel couldn't help but glare at him.

How can you say that

What would they do if this world accepted the rule of the Holy Emperor

They all hoped to be paid for their loyalty to the King and to serve the people of the Fog City as servants in order to pay for their gas and water bills.

Food and drink for the old and young in the family is also a big expense.

What would they do without their king

Will the Holy Emperor continue to employ them

Thinking of this, they looked at the professional with vicious eyes.

Are you still a British citizen? You have no backbone at all!

Just give in to others like this

What about national integrity

What about family and country feelings

Of course, they didn't stand up either.

The arm-sized muzzle was pitch black, like an abyss, pressing down on everyone's heart like a huge rock.

Vincent Horn watched as a harmless smile appeared on the professional's face, and then he stepped back into the crowd.

He didn't pay much attention to this little episode.

Every time the Empire takes control of a world, there will be some opposition, but this is not a problem.

The fleet he brought was enough to easily shock all humans in this world.

Let them know that going against the Empire is never a good idea.

"Take that guy away." Vincent Horn said in the communication.

"Understood, Your Honor."

The head of teleportation technology responded to Vinsenhorn.

Then he opened the transmission panel, ready to pull all the demons back.

Crack!

Crack!

Tiny flashes of lightning streaked across the sky.

Thick fog was pouring out from the opened space crack.

An invisible force pulled the thick fog and made it spin.

A vortex channel appeared above Cherubel and the demons.

At the other end of the passage is an enclosed space.

Such devices are also used to transport demons or certain special creatures with mysterious powers.

The powerful suction force sucked up the huge bodies of all the demons, trying to send them into the closed space station.

“You can’t do this to me!

It’s so unfair, so unfair!

Countless tentacles tried to grab something.

Cherubel knew very well what kind of treatment he would receive once he was sent back to that mysterious space.

Every one of these demons gnashed their teeth at him, wishing they could eat him alive.

Just from the few bites of maca he took, Cherubel sensed the other party's hatred and desire to eat him alive.

So what

Didn't I just give it a hard time while trying to escape? Is there such a deep hatred for it

As a demon, he has no vision at all.

Do you understand that repaying evil with kindness

A demon who is petty and has no vision will never succeed.

"Vincent Horn, you're a bastard. You framed a loyal person. You're despicable and shameless."

"I have devoted my life to the empire, I have never defected, it is unfair, it is unfair!

Wensenhorn, His Majesty will not let you, a villain, go."

Cherubel, who was hooking onto a stone pillar with one of his tentacle, was shouting.

He looked like someone had been tricked.

The suction force suddenly increased, and Cherubel's last tentacle holding the stone pillar could no longer hold on.

The teeth on the tentacles left terrible marks on the stone pillars.

"Vincent Horn, I will definitely meet His Majesty and report you, the villain who framed the loyal and honest people."

With a snap, the tentacles could no longer hold on.

Cherubel and many demons were sucked into that enclosed space.

The vortex emitting a hazy light also began to slowly shrink.

"No!

Cherubel once again stretched open the shrinking vortex, squeezed out a head and half a body, and tried to escape.

The next second, countless tentacles wrapped around it and pulled it back.

With a shrill cry, the whirlpool slowly closed.

Only a few arcs of light were floating in the air.

The strange phenomenon in the sky also completely disappeared.

The sun reappears, bringing light and warmth to the world again.

For ordinary people, the crisis has been completely resolved.

But for some people, a new crisis has also emerged.

Those outsiders demanded rule over the entire world in the name of the Holy Emperor.

No one dared to raise any objection.

When this kind of speech spreads.

There were still a few warriors who protested.

Until a gray-armored warrior fired a shot at a palace.

The palace was reduced to dust in the explosion.

Everyone was silent.

The building, a mixture of rock and steel, was gone in an instant.

If we let them go up, I'm afraid they'll be gone in just two moves.

Family and country are important, but your own life is also important.

The double-headed eagle flag is flying in the foggy city.

The gods also left in panic.

Believers of all religions discovered to their horror that they could no longer receive any revelation from God in the area covered by the double-headed eagle.

Even the gods are afraid of this foreign force.

The Holy Cross Church chose to give up resistance.

After the Renaissance, the church had lost control.

Their influence waned with the rise of steam machinery and wizards.

However, some other religions chose to resist.

Among them, a sect called the True Bishops chose to resist.

Even during the Renaissance, the religion was weakened, but it was still a very powerful religious organization.

Second only to the Holy Cross.

The Earth Sea and dozens of countries near the transcontinental canal are their territory, and they have unparalleled control.

Their holy city is located on the edge of the Earth Sea and is a super city that is no less than the Fog City.

Every year, hundreds of thousands of believers make the pilgrimage, making the temple very prosperous.

They were furious at the empire's demand that they abandon their faith in Allah and instead believe in the Holy Emperor, and they angrily rejected the proposal.

And burned an imperial double-headed eagle flag in public.

"Let that dog emperor die. Under the protection of Allah, we have nothing to fear. We will defend our beliefs, and if anyone tries to change this, be prepared for bloodshed," said a prophet.

The Empire's response was crisp and decisive.

The so-called holy city was given three days to ask the local people to surrender and hand over the mastermind of this vicious incident, or evacuate to avoid being implicated in the subsequent trial.

The announcement quickly spread.

However, the Muslims did not succumb to imperial pressure.

They came from all directions, united under the Great Prophet, to defend the holy city.

When the agreed deadline arrived on the third day.

There aren't many ordinary people left in the Holy City.

They did not want to waste their lives in the conflict between the Empire and the True Patriarch.

The rest are all believers, and preliminary estimates put their number at nearly 600,000.

They all came with weapons, determined to fight to the death.

Their eyes were full of determination and conviction.

In order to defend their beliefs, they will never hesitate to sacrifice their lives.

Of course, they also paid with their lives.

If it were a dovish judge, they might still have a chance to negotiate.

Unfortunately, they met the radical Vincent Horn.

In order to defend the existence of the empire, Vincent Horn even dared to collude with the devil, and issuing an extermination order for a city was just a trivial matter for him.

The Empire's trials were so cruel.

When the deadline arrives.

A huge head fell from the sky.

When several Hezbollah believers saw the head, they screamed in fear.

That was the head of Allah, if the images and the books had not deceived them.

The invaders killed their gods.

All the believers who had gathered there cried.

Their struggle did not bring any good results, and it also caused their god to be killed.

However, the falling of the head was just the beginning.

Vincent Horn has never been a merciful judge.

Maybe at the beginning, but in his long career, he had already become heartless and indifferent.

The sky was lit up.

Thousands of spears of light shot from above the clouds into the holy city of six hundred thousand believers.

The extremely bright light took away the vision of many believers.

Countless screams of fear rang out.

Some people witnessed the destruction of the entire city from a distance.

Countless explosions formed flames that shot up into the sky.

The fine towers collapsed, engulfed in flames.

The magnificent temple was reduced to ruins, and the precious books and works of art that had been passed down for thousands of years turned to ashes.

All the onlookers showed expressions of horror.

A city, six hundred thousand believers, and in the end, only ruins and some charred bones were left.

News of the destruction of the holy city spread.

Every force that wanted to try to resist the empire fell silent.

Men and women, old and young, were all killed.

There wasn't even a living mouse to be found in the ruins of the holy city.

This is just a warning.

A warning to all forces.

This is the price of rebelling against the Holy Emperor.

The foggy city also received the message.

Many people had mixed feelings; they escaped the disaster brought by Cherubel, but because of it, they got into trouble with a more terrifying target.

The Empire can destroy the Holy City in just over ten minutes, and it can also destroy the Fog City in just over ten minutes.

Their killing speed was much faster than that demon Cherubel.

Under pressure, the King of England swore allegiance to the empire.

The strength displayed by the empire made them realize that resistance was useless.

If you surrender, there may be a glimmer of hope.

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After the incident at Cherubel, Sherlock and Watson recuperated in their rented house on Garden Street.

The two of them also learned about the news from the holy city through newspapers.

This is undoubtedly a tragedy.

“They are much scarier than demons!

A cruel dictator. Sherlock paced back and forth in the room, angrily saying, "Six hundred thousand people, and it only took them fifteen minutes to kill them all."

Watson remained silent, and sadness could be seen on his face.

The destruction of the holy city is the most terrible thing of this era.

Six hundred thousand people died just like that.

Simply because they humiliated the Holy Emperor and resisted Imperial rule.

Throughout history, there has never been such a brutal dictatorship.

In order to maintain their rule, they can be so cruel.

Da! Da! Da!

Footsteps were heard and the landlady trotted up from downstairs.

There was fear on her face, as if she had seen something terrible.

"Gentlemen, the men with the eagle emblem are here, and they want to see you."

Hearing this, Watson shuddered involuntarily.

Those guys put a lot of psychological pressure on him.

When I see those guys I think of their cruel nature.

They are all demons, the embodiment of blood and brutality.

It's not a pleasant thing to deal with them.

"If they want me to work for them, they are wrong," Sherlock said angrily. "I will only denounce their atrocities and tell them to get out of here."

After saying this, Sherlock looked at Watson and the landlady.

"Watson, you should leave quickly. I will never yield to those guys. I am afraid that they will implicate you in their rage. And you, ma'am, you should leave quickly too."

The landlady nodded, and left through the other door with a look of fear on her face.

Watson did not move.

"How can I leave at this time? I am with you, Sherlock."

"That would kill you."

"I am afraid of death, but I will not succumb to power and tyranny. Please let me stay. Even if I die, we must show those guys that we ordinary people can also be tough."

Watson's words made Sherlock smile.

He asked Watson to stay and they went to open the door together.

Standing outside the door was the young man that I saw at the Wizarding Academy.

This time, there were no gray-armored warriors behind him, only a few soldiers wearing armor and holding strange guns.

"It's an honor to meet you again, Mr. Sherlock." The man did not have the domineering and condescending tone as the two had imagined. Instead, he seemed approachable.

"What do you want to do?" Sherlock asked coldly, "There is nothing here that you want, and there is no one here that you want."

"My name is Vincent Horn, and I serve as an imperial inquisitor." Vincent Horn did not care about the other party's attitude, but introduced himself, "I heard from Master Merlin of the Wizard Academy that you are a very good detective, so I wanted to meet you."

"I won't serve you." Sherlock said righteously: "You are all butchers."

"Don't be so confident!

"Vincent Horn smiled and said, "I have heard of your deeds. You are not a pedantic person. If we had not come, would you have killed four people to save the Fog City?"

The sudden question caught Sherlock off guard.

To be honest, he would.

Sherlock has his own values.

In order to protect some poor people, he would even deliberately let the murderer go.

He also avenged some of his clients who were murdered.

Simply put, he is a man who takes pleasure in taking revenge.

We will never let off the most heinous criminals, but we will also be sympathetic to those who have their own reasons for committing crimes.

If killing a few people a few days ago could have prevented the disaster that would have destroyed Fog City and even the entire world, Sherlock was sure that he would have been the one to sentence someone to death.

"The Holy City merely rebelled against your rule. This is a different matter." Sherlock said angrily, "You are just quibbling."

"Then why don't you let me in and tell you the whole story? You should be curious about Cherubel's origins, right? If you are willing to give it some time, you will understand that the death of 600,000 people and the test that mankind is about to face are nothing at all?"

This convinced Sherlock.

He wanted to see what this guy was up to!

If the other party wants to use some twisted theories to persuade him to work for the empire, then he is making a wrong calculation.

He, Shylock, would never serve the Empire.

Nor would they work for that sacred emperor.

... ... ...

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With the advent of the reincarnation game.

The world pattern has also undergone earth-shaking changes.

Yamato also became a top power.

The reason is that the tiny country of Yamato has the largest number of surviving players.

It may have something to do with their otaku culture.

The prosperous animation industry has made them very familiar with concepts such as time travel and games.

The most discussed topic in various otaku forums is what to do if you travel through time? What to do if you are pulled into a game

Similar time travel and death game anime are already old stuff that can’t be any worse for them.

Anyone who has a little experience with the Internet has basically participated in topics such as how to survive when traveling through time.

Even if they were suddenly dragged into a reincarnation game, they could quickly calm down and look for opportunities to survive.

Players' enhancements and special items can greatly reduce the power of thermal weapons.

Due to some events, Yamato had lost its sovereignty and had no army of its own.

There are also alliance troops stationed in the territory.

The alliance was initiated by the three most powerful countries and consisted of a total of 153 countries, covering all political regimes.

The alliance is responsible for mediating international disputes, has peacekeeping forces, and is responsible for enforcing certain international rulings.

Yamato was not allowed to form an army because of its past wars.

This incident was once considered a humiliation by Yamato.

With the number of players ranking first among all countries, Yamato's status in the alliance is rising rapidly.

The garrison bases of the alliance of various countries were massacred by a few Yamato players overnight.

The bodies were hung on the buildings of the garrison base, and the method was extremely cruel.

The alliances of various countries protested several times, but there was no response.

At the same time, with the efforts of several large families, several official Yamato organizations were established in the name of the rise of Yamato, including Ronin, Dawn, etc., and it became the first country with a formal official supernatural organization.

Its strength is rising rapidly, and it even has a tendency to surpass the three major powers, and it seems that it will become the new leader of the alliance of countries.

Nagase Taku didn't want to get involved in these things.

He is not a fool.

It’s clear what those families are up to!

It's nothing more than the same trick as before, tricking those idiots into dying in the name of the rise of Yamato.

"Just because Yamato didn't give you a job that would allow you to live a decent life, is this your attitude?" A female player with twin ponytails blocked Nagase Taku's door and angrily accused him, "Yamato provided you with a safe environment, education, and so many other things, and you don't have any gratitude at all? You ungrateful bastard!

"If you don't sign this letter of commitment to voluntarily sacrifice everything for Yamato, I will keep pestering you. The rise of Yamato concerns the interests of every one of us. As long as Yamato rises, we can get rid of the restrictions and oppression of those big countries on us, and all Yamato people can live a good life."