Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 157

Chapter 157 Demons Invade Terra (Subscribe)

Caleb yelled loudly, giving off an air of rage.

He jumped past two Krieger soldiers on duty and broke into Colonel Krieger Jotun's tent.

"After so long, no attack was launched? The artillery covered the bombardment and accelerated the advance." Caleb looked around at the Kriegs in the tent, and said in a very dissatisfied tone.

He stared at Colonel Jotun closely, hoping that the other party could give a reasonable explanation.

Otherwise, he wouldn't mind giving this stupid Kriegs a hard time.

Many admire the Kriegs for their courage and sacrifice.

But in the eyes of Caleb and other heirs of powerful families, the Kriegs are useful tools and stupid endorsements.

As long as they use the name of the emperor and the empire, they can fight with all their strength.

Even if they don't have any equipment, they will risk their lives to fill it.

Loyalty is the best reward, Caleb thought of Krieger's words, making him laugh.

Stupid almost beyond words.

Don't want anything, but still willing to work so hard.

The Kriegs are naturally also very important political bargaining chips in the hands of many powerful families in Terra.

As long as you master a Krieg regiment, you have mastered a fearless army.

As long as it is said that this is the order of the emperor, they will do everything possible to obtain enough political capital for the noble to climb up.

This is also why the family power behind Caleb paid a high price, allowing him to control and serve as the boss of this army.

The Kriegs are undoubtedly the best tools for obtaining military medals.

In Caleb's knowledge, as long as the order is given within two minutes, the Kriegs will launch a series of violent offensives.

But now, the order has been issued for so long, and they haven't launched an offensive yet.

This made Caleb very unhappy.

He also wanted to use these Kriegers to turn the tide, defeat the Cadians, and restore the current situation.

Unexpectedly, the Kriegs were so procrastinating.

This is disobeying orders, this is betraying the Emperor.

These damned guys should be declared traitors by the trial court, and then thrown back to the home planet to die.

Caleb thought maliciously.

If the Empire declares the Krieg Death Corps to be traitors, I'm afraid these guys will collapse to despair.

The tents were full of Kriegs wearing respirators. Their uniforms were dusty and looked dull, dead and heavy.

Uniforms look like they are.

They never take off their facepiece respirators.

Caleb, in his silky satin-tailored command uniform, looked out of place among these Kriegs.

Caleb felt they must have been born with their free-thinking lobes removed.

These unsightly fools are only fit to be the tools of those who are born to be superior and destined to be the emperor's ruler over mankind.

Caleb never saw the Krieger soldiers in real life.

He didn't bother to know what these tool people looked like.

Earning military medals for him is the most important thing.

Who cares what monsters these Kriegs are.

Colonel Jotun looked at Caleb who walked in, very calm.

The opponent's military rank is much higher than him, and he is the supreme commander appointed by the Terra High Lords Council for this Krieger army.

But Colonel Jotun didn't care about this, and he didn't show the slightest fear of the opponent's power.

"Krieger will never betray the Emperor," Colonel Jotun said.

"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 ask you to attack them immediately and rescue those generals." Caleb was furious. said, "You want to be declared treasonable by the Empire, Kriegs?"

Colonel Jotun was silent and did not speak.

"Can't you understand human language? I want you to launch an attack, which is a manifestation of loyalty to the Emperor." Seeing the silent Colonel Krieger, Caleb became more angry, and he roared.

Colonel Jotun reached out and clicked to play the video from the Cadians.

The scene inside made Kaleb's expression change. He took out his gun and pointed at Colonel Jotun, "These are all fake, to deceive you. Launch an attack now! Don't force me to execute you."

"The Kriegs will never betray the Emperor," Colonel Jotun repeated word for word.

"I tell you to attack, kill those Cadians, save those generals." Caleb snarled, grabbing the man's clothes and pointing his gun at Jotun's head, "Don't make me kill you. "

Colonel Jotun was unmoved, his eyes just looking at the furious Caleb through the goggles of the respirator.

It was as if the gun was aimed at the opponent's head instead of his head.

The calmness and composure is incredible.

Caleb fired a gun at the opponent's leg, and the scorching beam instantly pierced through the opponent's clothing, burning a small hole.

"You forced me, don't doubt my determination to do it." Caleb said viciously, "I will report to the high lord, you Kriegs are all traitors and do not deserve the emperor's forgiveness, you will Forever spurned."

Colonel Jotun endured the pain, tried his best to maintain a standing posture, and repeated word by word again.

"The Kriegs will never betray the Emperor."

The other Krieger officers also stood there calmly.

They didn't move.

Just watched his chief being threatened and injured in the thigh.

Did not try to fight back, nor did he defend his own officer.

Seeing that the colonel was still struggling to maintain his standing, Caleb suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

Are these guys completely nuts?

Why, why are they not afraid!

**** it!

Footsteps came from outside the tent, and a Krieg soldier walked in.

After performing the Skyhawk salute, he reported to Colonel Jotun: "Confirmed, that video is real."

Caleb felt a little bad. He just wanted to threaten the Colonel Krieger again, and was going to use any means to intimidate the other party to attack the Cadians.

At this point, a Krieger officer next to Caleb moves.

He punched Caleb in the face as he tried to threaten Colonel Jotun with lightning speed.

Caleb had no time to react.

He only felt his mouth was sweet, and his two **** teeth were thrown out.

Every Krieger soldier is chosen for battle in **** battles.

Being able to become an officer represents their strength, skill and combat experience are stronger than other Krieger soldiers.

Krieger has no dignitaries, only soldiers loyal to the Emperor.

Only the best of them can become officers.

Caleb was stunned by the punch, and before he could catch his breath, the opponent's attacks followed one after another.

Officer Krieger punches him in the stomach, and Caleb feels like he's spat out last night's meal.

Then, the Krieger officer quickly twisted his joints again, causing him to scream and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

Soon, he was pinned to the ground, and the whole process took only a few seconds, which was surprisingly fast.

"Are you going to betray the Emperor?" Kaleb yelled, "I want to sue the high lord, you wait to be declared excommunicated and rebellious, and every loyalist of the empire will spit on your grave."

"No, you are the ones who betrayed the Emperor. You deceived us by inducing us to shoot the Emperor's own son like Krieger, the sinner who never deserved his name." Colonel Jotun said, "We Will not betray the Emperor."

The civil war in Krieger stems from the fact that the planetary governors betrayed the glory of the Emperor and declared independence.

The planetary governor deceived those people with rhetoric, preaching to them that the empire recruited those legions to die, and it was a waste of their lives.

They should enjoy peace, not participate in the empire's ambitious expedition.

A Colonel Krieger, who returned from the starry sky, raised the banner of opposition.

He believes that the peace of Kriegs is not achieved by the Kriegs alone, but depends on the empire to fight everywhere and resist the enemy.

They enjoy the peace that other Astral Militia have paid for with their lives.

Governor Krieger's actions betrayed the Empire of Mankind, the Emperor, and even those imperial troops who fought **** battles.

The two sides could not reach an agreement, and a civil war broke out.

In order to prove his loyalty, Colonel Krieger, who returned from the starry sky, did not hesitate to nuke and level the home planet.

Those nuclear bombs are not ordinary nuclear bombs. The poisonous rain caused has turned the whole world into a land of radiation where not a single blade of grass grows.

People can only live underground wearing respirators for a long time.

After the destruction of the Krieg planet, there is nothing left but to sacrifice their own people to fight for the emperor and redeem the sins of the past.

In order to achieve this goal, the surviving Kriegs were genetically modified, and all their offspring were bred with artificial wombs.

They remember their crimes and are ready to die for the Emperor.

No matter how ridiculous the order is, as long as they are sure that they can make a contribution to the Emperor, they will execute it without hesitation.

"You guys," Caleb yelled.

But Colonel Jotun didn't say anything, he ordered someone to arrest Caleb and take him away and imprison him.

"Declare the war to the Cadians, and we are loyal to the Emperor," Colonel Jotun said.

Terra.

《Evil, the greatest traitor of the Empire - Guilliman is about to be defeated in the BetGarmon galaxy. Let us cheer for this. This is the victory of the Empire and the embodiment of the glory of the Emperor. "

The propaganda from the Imperial Daily echoed in every hive city day and night.

Unfortunately, not many people pay attention to these.

The turmoil is still spreading, and the scale continues to expand, and the imperial troops are getting weaker and weaker.

The forbidden army is dispatched more and more frequently.

Anyone can feel a storm is coming.

Some astropaths claim to have seen seas of blood and endless carnage.

Nightmares attack everyone, torturing their fragile nerves.

The dignitaries of Kotera are still fighting each other, distributing benefits, and planning various plans after Guilliman's compromise.

They turned a blind eye to Terra's crisis, indulged in banquets, meetings and other activities.

The crisis caused by those ignorant bottom will only hurt themselves.

Every nobleman thinks like this.

They have troops, bodyguards, and enough water and food.

Riots caused by mobs do not affect them.

They don't care about the life and death of those at the bottom.

It is better to care about how to win over other families than to care about those bottom-level families.

Marriage, or entanglement of interests.

This is what they should care about.

In the Imperial Senate, twelve high lords are meeting.

They came together in full attire, formal robes, and seated on soft seats.

The location of the meeting is located at the highest point of the Imperial Senate building.

Dim light casts through tall stained glass.

Two white shield guards with guns stood guard at the heavy gate.

There are still more soldiers standing guard in or around the council hall.

A large number of drones, floating combat skulls hovered outside, and the sound of humming came from outside.

The high lords who climbed to this position after going through complicated political struggles have become very nervous.

They are extremely afraid of sudden assassination.

Insist on incredible security measures in the safest place in the whole empire.

Tirion understood this.

He knows how terrible the political struggle in Terra is.

Those families often cultivate some terrible dead men, cleaning up political enemies and people who hurt their own interests for them.

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 Tyrion.

The roaring and anger of these high lords are all for the greater interests of the group they represent.

Those proposals will be decorated with loyalty, empire, emperor, etc. to represent their legitimacy.

Tirion really couldn't think of a proposal to build a food production factory in Terra to alleviate the spread of famine. What does it have to do with the glory of the Emperor? ?

Mortals believe in the emperor, so they have to eat, right?

The representative of the Merchant Fleet, Danda, gave a veto to Tyrian's proposal to rebuild Terra's food supply system.

The reason is that on the sacred land of Terra, just accommodating a large number of people has reached its limit.

If food production is carried out again, it will inevitably destroy the ecological structure of the area and cause more problems.

Actually, I just don't want Terra to be self-sufficient.

Terra cannot be self-sufficient and needs to transport goods from outside.

This is a huge benefit, related to the wealth of many families.

Martian Foundry General - Lasky voted for this.

Tirion knew from some secret channels that Danda had reached a consensus with the casting general.

Agree with the other party's proposal to lift the ban on some special items, and assist Mars in delivering some special goods in exchange for the other party's support.

This is a game, you support me and I support you.

When interests are balanced, the proposal is passed.

Not surprisingly, the proposal was rejected.

There are too many interests involved, and Tyrian can't shake it at all.

Tirion didn't say much about this, he did what he should do.

There is no way to succeed, and it is not my own problem.

He will not turn his face for this proposal, although he is not one of the twelve high lords.

But he can climb up and knows the way.

This is how the game is played.

Turning your face is useless, it will only make people think that you are not qualified to continue playing in this game.

They will use various means to expel you.

When necessary, they will even kill you.

Save your blood and ruin the game.

Tara's political struggle is a piece of shit, and those who participate can only compete together if they become a piece of shit.

Many talented people simply cannot adapt to such a complex relationship.

So, they tend to get buried.

What's the use of being able? In Terra, what is important is the background, the connections, and the exchange of benefits.

What's the point even if you are the best graduate of Terra's highest institution?

If you don't have a background and don't know how to study contacts, then you can only be consumed at the bottom of Terra's complex power.

A little willfulness of power can completely kill everything you have worked hard for.

Taking advantage of the pause of the parliament, when the twelve high lords went to rest.

Tirion stood up and walked out of the Senate Hall.

He felt a little peey and wanted to solve it.

The bathroom he used belonged to the high-level empire.

There are a large number of guards guarding the road along the way.

However, the road is not smooth

From time to time, there will be some unknown experts, officials or soldiers lurking, hiding in the dark, waiting for the passing of the imperial power.

These people waited a long time, just to have a word or two with these imperial dignitaries, or to get the names they signed casually to get out of trouble.

Tirion does not discriminate against this, everyone is in this way.

When you are in a low position, you must know how to put down your face and dignity.

This world is very realistic, as long as you can succeed, even a slave will be respected.

All the actions of successful people will be whitewashed.

For this reason, all people want to do is succeed by any means.

Tirion strode down the corridor, rejecting a petitioner from the Navigator.

At this time, a personal guard hurried over the guard and walked towards him with an encrypted letter.

"This is an encrypted letter from the BetGarmon galaxy, written by an astropath who belongs exclusively to you, my lord, and sealed with wax." The guard said, "I waited here for half an hour before I saw you Come out, I hope there is no delay."

Tirion stretched out his fat hand and opened the letter.

The information in it made him smile, and then he was worried.

He looked around and confirmed that no one was approaching him, then lowered his head and said in a solemn tone.

"Everything is going well, but now is our most dangerous moment. You immediately go back to the Prime Minister's Office, take away my servants and family members, stay away from Terra, and temporarily go to the area controlled by my family, Pluto. If so There is no way to leave, then find a place to hide, remember, don't let anyone find your tracks."

Tirion has lived for centuries, and he buried several wives with his own hands.

There are also several children who did not live to be a hundred years old.

Now, he has found a wife and several lovers again.

With his own efforts, his family can be regarded as flourishing.

"Why, my lord?" The guard was puzzled, "You are the Prime Minister of the Empire? Why do you act like this?"

"Some people will jump over the wall in a hurry. They can't take revenge on the Primarch, but they think I will enjoy the results of this time, so they will target me. Go away, be fast, and when the Primarch arrives, then everything will subside." said Tyrion.

"What about the adults?" Qin Wei.

"I can't leave, I'm the Prime Minister of the Empire, and I still have things to do. What's more, once I leave, things will be revealed sooner, and you won't even have a chance to leave." Tyrian said, "Quick, immediately Go, when you leave, I will also find a chance to leave."

"Understood, my lord."

"Take this too, and dispose of it."

Tirion put the letter back in the envelope and asked the other party to leave.

Afterwards, his face returned to calm, and he walked towards the bathroom.

After solving his own problems, Tyrian returned to his post, and the meeting started again.

His task is to record and execute the orders of those high lords.

A few hours later, all the high lords were stunned suddenly, and then panicked.

They received the same explosive information from their own communicators, compiled and compiled by the Astronomical Court.

"BetGarmon." Field Marshal Pullin said a word tremblingly.

Tirion also put on a frightened expression.

The voice of a nobleman who was about to cry echoed in the communicator.

"It's gone, everything is gone. More than ninety percent of BetGarmon's army has surrendered to the Primarch, and those who supported us have been killed. Guilliman, Guilliman is about to reach Terra."

The faces of the high lords were terrifyingly pale, and the huge mechanical body of Forge General Laski was trembling even more, and those mechanical parts made whining sounds.

The Great Sage of Sigmar voted for Guilliman, and the mechanical priests loyal to Mars were directly placed under house arrest or executed.

This news is undoubtedly a huge blow to General Casting.

The pope of the state religion was even more frightened by the sudden news and passed out.

The saints of the state religion deny the state religion of Terra, and declare to the world that they are traitors and thieves against the will of the emperor.

This is undoubtedly a fatal blow.

According to the teachings of the state religion, it means that more than 90% of the top leaders of the state religion will be sent to the stake and burned to death.

It's over, it's all over.

The high lords thought that this time the struggle would make Guilliman realize his mistake, compromise, negotiate with them, and continue to maintain such a rule.

However, the news from the BetGalmon galaxy dealt them a heavy blow.

It also made them understand that they could not shake the return of the Primarch.

The originally 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 is in chaos.

Everyone is dumbfounded. You must know that many of them are participants. Once they are liquidated, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The Primarch's victory was so simple that not even a single soldier was used. He also took over all of BetGarmon's troops without firing a single shot.

The nobles of Terra completely forgot that their power was established under the imperial system.

For this reason, the legions of many imperial worlds will obey their commands.

They thought it was as simple as dispatching a legion to fight Guilliman, as it used to be to fight the Chaos traitors and aliens.

They think that war is just a game on the political table, a medal for promotion.

In the past, they also listened to the voice of the military commander.

But in this age of bureaucracy and obtuseness, military power is suppressed by complex rules and processes that are unknown.

The military commander who really controlled the corps became the executor of bureaucratic orders.

Due to their loyalty to the Emperor, those military commanders could only obey those orders.

Terra's complex political game. Developed to the present, has long lost the 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 the family and the glory of their parents, they played games in the power field, quickly promoted, and became the spokespersons of the bureaucracy who looked like an army.

The High Lords of Terra drive those military forces, fighting for their benefit.

But never listened to the voices of those people.

The bureaucracy and the military are so divided that they are maintained entirely by the emperor's faith.

The high lord thought that dealing with Guilliman was the same as dealing with aliens and chaos, so he mobilized his troops, and then those troops would rush forward desperately.

The troops assembled in the BetGarmon galaxy are indeed enough to hold Guilliman back.

But the high lords only calculated the comparison of military strength, but completely forgot that the reason why those military troops were loyal to them was not because they were handsome, courageous, or because of their so-called power.

But out of loyalty to the Emperor, to the Imperium of Man.

The power of the High Lords comes from the Primarch and the Empire created by the Emperor, from the system, not from themselves.

But Guilliman himself is the symbol of the empire, the spokesperson of the emperor, and he has mastered technology and the army.

They move troops against Guilliman like oil to put out a fire.

The original plan did not come true at all, but it also strengthened the strength of the Primarch.

The arrival of the Primarch to Terra is already an unstoppable thing.

A large number of troops have been mobilized, and the empty solar system cannot resist the upcoming expedition fleet at all.

It's all over.

The high lords also want to work hard to promote the threat of the original body, trying to encourage people on Terra and other planets in the solar system to fight against the anti-antigen.

In that case, there might still be a way out, but what happened next left them completely dumbfounded.

The unrest they had been ignoring led to a dire crisis.

It can be called the most terrifying disaster on Terra in the past ten thousand years.

The high lords, who were relieved from the news of the BetGarmon galaxy, are preparing to mobilize the people of the empire in the solar system to oppose Guilliman.

But before they confirmed the proposal, the crisis came suddenly.

These idiots are horrified to find that their past negligence of the lower classes has found them.

Famine spreads and corruption runs rampant.

Countless people are trapped in despair and darkness.

For this reason, more and more believers of the blood **** gathered into a powerful force.

Even the Custodians feel powerless against this crisis.

Thugs are performing blood sacrifices all the time, and many times, these horrific rituals are put out.

But there are successes in the end, and these blood sacrifices are slowly accumulated, forming a large-scale blood summoning ceremony.

A tipping point was reached, and the warp was completely polluted by ritual.

Those with psychic powers screamed insanely, declaring that they saw endless blood and darkness spreading.

The boundary between reality and illusion has become more and more fragile under the desperation and madness of countless human beings.

The sky turned scarlet blood.

The cloud has also changed, brightly colored and full of poison, and its interior is burning like fire.

The riots became uncontrollable and spread like wildfire.

The demons set foot on the land of Terra with the flesh and blood of those ignorant people.

An unprecedented disaster swept Terra.

In a short period of time, the Forbidden Army bypassed the Ministry of Law Enforcement and issued multiple orders of military martial law, and every available Star Border Force was required to act immediately.

Tirion originally wanted to leave Terra to avoid the limelight, but was forced to stay in Terra because he was a step too late.

Fortunately, his family was able to board the plane and leave at the last minute.

When he was about to leave, demons and thugs attacked the airport, causing it to be under martial law.

Now no aircraft is allowed to take off and land to avoid further expansion of the crisis.

Tirion stayed.

The high lord was also forced to hide in his lair in order to deal with the increasingly violent attacks of mobs and demons.

Inside the palace.

Marshal Valanor of the Forbidden Army turned serious, and the Captain of the Shield Guards, Valyrian, stood behind him with an equally ugly expression.

Things happened so fast.

They have been monitoring the Brotherhood of Brass, and keep sending Custodians in an attempt to frustrate them and dismantle the organization.

However, the hatred drove the members of the Brotherhood to go crazy. Even though they suffered huge casualties, they still continued to launch blood sacrifices.

In the past, such a blood sacrifice would not have been enough to allow the demons to set foot on the land of Terra.

But the traitor of the past, Abaddon the Marauder, used thousands of years to plan a huge plan, tearing apart the galaxy and creating a big rift.

The appearance of the big rift has made the interference of the subspace on the real universe more intense.

Combined with the blood sacrifice of the Brass Brotherhood, the inanimate people in the warp tore the curtain of reality, and set foot on the land of Terra again after ten thousand years.

Screams were heard all over the city, and mortals ran from their homes crying, to churches, to shrines, crying loudly begging the God-Emperor to deliver them from this dreadful hell.

Valanor witnessed the sky burning, and scarlet lightning flashed across the same scarlet sky.

Flames ignited everywhere, billowing thick smoke, even if separated by tens of kilometers, they could be seen very clearly.

Blood and fire, this is a sign of the invasion of chaos.

He saw a fighter plane rushing towards a tall building, followed by a big explosion.

With the authority of the Commander-in-Chief of the Forbidden Army, he saw the scene inside the fighter plane through the surveillance camera

The driver was disembowelled by the hateful creature, and the cab was a mess, with flesh and blood flying around.

The fighter lost control and crashed.

This is only a small part of the mess.

A bigger crisis is coming.

"Assemble all our brothers." Valenor looked at Valyrian and ordered, "Action must be taken as soon as possible."

Valyrian nodded and turned to leave.

Soon, three hundred imperial guards came from all over, they were the first batch.

More people are coming.

The alarm sounded in the palace, except for the imperial guards who had necessary duties, everyone else rushed to Valano's side.

The sleeping dead were also awakened, and Dauntless, who was etched with the emblem of the Imperial Army, entered the assembly point with heavy steps.

It is very rare for so many forbidden troops to assemble.

Only 10,000 years ago, would they gather in such a grand scale to fight for the emperor and destroy those warlords or enemies who resisted him.

After the Horus Heresy ended, they donned the black robes, and since then they have acted alone, never assembled on such a large scale.

Valanor issued orders to the many imperial guards and assigned them to various battlefields in order to prevent the crisis from expanding further.

After distributing the orders, Valanor looked at all the imperial guards, "His will is the only one."

The other Custodians responded with the same words, and then nothing else.

They leave as quickly as they came.

Soon, those mortal auxiliary troops rushed to the outer court under the leadership of their respective imperial troops to prevent the crisis from spreading.

The outer court is huge, without the assistance of the mortal auxiliary army, the imperial army cannot defend every area at all.

Varerian was also assigned a defensive task, which was to lead an astral army of more than 5,000 people to defend the vicinity of the Lion's Gate, and mobile support those mortal troops who couldn't stand it

The Lion's Gate was once the place where the battle was most intense during the Horus Heresy.

It is said that at the end of that battle, the corpses on the ground were piled up several meters thick.

Now, the place is dotted with churches, and tall shrines to the Emperor can be seen everywhere.

The majestic parade avenue extends from the outer residential area to this area.

There are hundreds of defensive towers built in this area. And there are Titans stationed

As the siren sounded, all troops stationed in this area were ready for battle.

The automatic gun array made a mechanical buzzing sound, adjusting the best shooting angle.

The shield device that had been silent for a long time made a piercing sound, and was activated in the chant of the mechanical priest 1.

The defense station on orbit will also be fully operational.

The core reactor rumbled, the long-dormant plasma coils were reactivated, and the huge energy pipes flashed the lights of the pilot lights and fed the spear arrays.

The Void Fleet fleet of the solar system will also be under martial law, conducting an all-round scan in deep space.

However, all this did not satisfy Valyrian.

He found that there were many omissions in the supposedly tight defense line.

The troops transferred by the high lords to the BetGalmon galaxy cannot be created out of thin air.

They mobilized part of Terra's defense forces, and sent the food originally sent to Terra to BetGalmon to deal with the consumption of the army.

Varelian could foresee how terrifying the out-of-control crisis would be if they were unable to quickly suppress this turmoil.

Terra is not self-sufficient.

It is said that in the past, Terra also had its own food production facilities.

But with the development of the empire, those food production factories gradually moved out of Terra and moved to other planets.

For this reason, Terra needs countless cargo ships to provide enough food.

It becomes more and more fragile, and once the connection with the void is interrupted, the people here will fall into famine.

In the past few months, subspace storms have made it increasingly difficult for cargo spaceships to reach Terra, but there are still cargo spaceships that can deliver goods to maintain basic survival.

As the crisis erupted, it became more difficult for those cargo ships to bring their cargo to Terra.

Supply will be interrupted soon.

People will kill each other because of the famine, and then the blood **** will be more excited.

"We suffer because of those fools." An angry thought crossed Valyrian's mind. Those damned nobles and high lords of Terra were eating away Terra's defenses like termites.

Those powerful and powerful have long ignored the interests of the bottom, thinking that they are not a threat.

There is a price to pay now.

Terra will fall into a riot created by the bottom. Once the riot lasts too long and the food cannot be supplied to the troops, the troops will also mutiny.

Valyrian could foresee the crisis.

Terra will usher in an unimaginable disaster.

Mortals without supplies will even join forces with demons to attack the palace, just to find a full mouthful of food.

Valyrian worried just thinking about that scene.

There was a roaring sound, and several Valkyrie fighter jets flew high in the sky.

Among them was a Valkyrie fighter plane that hovered and landed in an open space near the Lion's Gate.

A man in uniform with a colonel badge on his shoulder ran down from the deck where the Valkyrie fighter was lowered.

"Master Forbidden Army." The man shouted.

Valyrian looked at him, it was a short but very strong man.

The other party implanted a system to enhance the human body.

Behind the man are two more officers, wearing the same uniform with slightly different insignia on their shoulders.

"How's it going?" Valyrian asked.

"It's terrible, my lord, there are thugs everywhere." The man said, "The two astropaths under my command have gone crazy, they are shouting about blood, and some terrible monsters, they are approaching here."

Varerian looked dignified, and he walked towards an elevator platform.

The man hurried over, "My lord, 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 immediately, and he trembled slightly.

"How could it be a demon!" His tone was filled with disbelief.

Here is Terra, the sacred world of the Empire and the abode of the Lord of Humanity.

No demons have set foot here since the Cataclysm of Heresy.

Under the guardianship of many monks, saints, tribunals, imperial guards, and gray knights, even cultists will be wiped out and killed soon.

Now, the demons have set foot on Holy Terra, what does this mean!

Just thinking of this, the man trembled and couldn't speak.

There is no safe place in the entire galaxy for human beings.

Valyrian glanced at the poor man, shook his head slightly, and sighed a weak mortal.

"Get ready to fight, we have to drive them back."

After speaking, he stepped onto the elevator platform, ready to go to the city wall.

The elevator is a huge machine, all black, with various short-range guns all over it.

There are also large-scale troops stationed on the city wall.

A large number of automatic artillery arrays were activated, and soldiers piled up sandbags and iron fences to build fortifications.

Valyrian passed them and stood on the edge of the outer court walls.

In this position, he can see the scale of this crisis more clearly.

From south to north, everything is burning, and the clouds in the sky are burning blood red, with black soot trails.

The air becomes very hot, which makes the skin feel painful.

In the past, there were at least millions of transport ships coming and going, all over the entire sky of Terra.

But at this time, the sky of Terra seemed empty, only military aircraft carrying weapons were flying.

Varerian looked at the city, and a large number of people poured out from all directions, screaming piercingly.

Demons and thugs are killing around.

Those poor mortals, either join them or be killed.

The imperial army that wanted to suppress was overwhelmed by demons and thugs, only a few screams remained.

"Terra is on top." Seeing those thugs and demons converging together and marching towards the Lion's Gate, Valyrian clenched the weapon in his hand, and his tone became dignified.

(end of this chapter)

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