"S-Sir! This, this does not comply with the laws of the empire!"
West cried out loudly, but fear flickered behind his teeth.
"Other institutions of the empire will come to lead this city through the following chaotic days. As for your small gathering-"
Soshyan uttered these words clearly.
"It won't even be recorded in history."
The next second, ten gun barrels were aimed at the frightened West. The moment he tried to run away, Soshyan clenched his hand into a fist.
In an instant, bolters exploded in perfectly coordinated rhythm,
The strong sonic boom almost shattered all the colored windows, allowing the ray of dawn to shine into the council hall.
"In the name of the Emperor of Mankind, we declare you an evil traitor, and the penalty is death."
Before he could even scream, West's flesh and blood exploded onto the Space Marines closest to him - including Soshyan. The silver-gray armor was coated with blood vessels and intestines, and even the bones were smashed. It fell apart and fell from their helmets and breastplates.
A barely discernible sternum was even knocked against the ceiling, creating a horrifying mark.
Even the white mist produced by the muzzle was dyed bright scarlet, curled and entangled in strands, adding some gunpowder smell to the bloody high platform.
"Ceasefire."
On Soshyan's orders, the Astartes ceased their executions, but did not lay down their weapons.
The sudden rise of the Astartes shocked everyone present. The men and women in fine clothes twitched in fear and tears flowed from their eyes.
Soshyan turned to Sol at the bottom of the steps and found that he had stopped halfway up the steps.
A hundred local dignitaries in silk robes were staring at them, fifty guards did the same, no one moved, most didn't even blink.
Obviously, this was not the show they were expecting
.
"What do they do?"
Soshyan asked Thor, his voice like a rough growl in the helmet's communicator.
"Erase."
A High Gothic word formed on Thor's lips.
The Astartes raised their weapons again, causing the people below to immediately run away in fear.
"YT-0001, lock up these pests."
Soshyan gave orders over the communicator, and the others began shooting, mowing down those who ran the slowest or dared to raise weapons against them.
Some insignificant small-caliber bullets hit Soshyan's armor. He raised the gun indifferently, and the crosshairs jumped over the robed figures one by one, and the long white biological data kept flashing. With.
None of that matters, these people are pests.
He then turned off his retinal display and was walking and shooting freely.
Thor on the other side used his sword to cut in half or behead those who tried to escape to the side door.
During this process, there was no expression on his face, as indifferent as a sculpture.
The dignitaries of Sirtis no longer had the grace and magnanimity of the past. Instead, like the serfs who had been driven crazy by hunger, they were beating the door of the council hall frantically, crowding each other and trying to escape.
Their fear formed a discordant cacophony, mixed with the muffled thud of fists on solid bronze, sobbing and screaming, and shattered like bulging blood bags by bolt rounds.
The door held firm despite the onslaught of the dying nobles, who had no idea why the door was so tenacious today.
Less than a minute later, all the guns were silent and the swords were sheathed.
When Soshyan finally put down his hand, the hinges of the huge bronze door shattered in an instant, and a silver-gray metal structure appeared outside the door.
The once luxurious hall has been turned into a slaughterhouse,
The torn corpses lay scattered on the red carpet, exuding a stench.
The blood of the rich and powerful in the entire city was flowing on the floor. Soshyan stood in the lake of blood that reached the soles of his feet, holding his bolter. The red blood spots on his face inadvertently formed a look of terror. tattoo.
"This is the end."
His power armor was also stained red with blood, and it was impossible to tell where one blood stain ended and another began.
"We will get back on track."
Soshyan's voice sounded dull in the hall.
"Instructor Sol?"
At this time, he suddenly discovered that Sol
Ignoring his words, he glanced at the corpses instead.
Following the other person's gaze, I saw
One of the guards was half leaning against the wall, and his exploded body was scattered everywhere on the red carpet - it was missing from the stomach down.
Somehow, he was still alive, glaring at the Astartes angrily, his rifle in his trembling hands, aiming at the source of destruction.
Thor also noticed the missing fish at the same moment. He swung his sword before the guard could fire.
The laser gun cracked at the moment of firing, and the beam of light buzzed past Soshyan's right side, making a hollow in the gilded wall.
The guard himself was split in the middle of the face by Thor's sword and died beyond death.
"Thank you."
"I just did what I had to do, and now we-"
Suddenly, there was a noise outside. Soshyan went out and took a look and found that a landing ship had landed in the center of the city.
Then, a bald man in the uniform of the Ministry of Interior walked out of the open cabin door with his nose covered with a handkerchief.
When he saw the bloody Astartes, he was stunned.
Finally, stimulated by the strong smell of blood, the Ministry of Interior official lowered his head and vomited regardless.
Soshyan glanced at the other party, then turned his head and shifted his attention to the hanging cages erected in the square. Inside were the last survivors of the previous rebels, including the retired lieutenant.
Two hours later——
"...We once made a promise to allow them to lay down their arms and ensure their lives, but these people broke our promise and deceived us."
"That's it, that's it."
The Interior Ministry official wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief while using a data pad to record the situation described by Soshyan.
Through the identity of the other party, Soshyan finally found out that West did not have the so-called authorization from the Ministry of Justice at all. All he got was an application for tax exemption investigation from the Ministry of the Interior.
That guy was indeed brave enough to want to scare the Astartes.
"It seems like those guys really deserve to die! Damn it!"
The bald man smiled apologetically and wiped the sweat from his forehead. To be honest, such an incident was not something that a junior clerk like him could handle.
An Astartes Chapter slaughtered an entire city's top brass.
This matter is quite appalling everywhere, and one must at least be at the level of planetary governor to be qualified to intervene.
But the current situation in Volistad is very special and it is not suitable to attract too much attention. He cannot elaborate on the internal situation with the Chapter Leader.
Then the only way was also the only answer he got after reporting to his superiors.
Just act like nothing happened.
"Then the matter ends like this. Thank you to the noble angel for helping to solve the rebellion here. We and the Ministry of Justice will handle the rest further. Sir, do you have anything important to do here? If you need assistance, I can-"
"No need, this is our battle group's own mission."
The implication of the other party's words was obvious enough. Soshyan nodded and turned around to leave. He didn't want to stay here any longer.
When he led the soldiers towards the gate, he saw that the people in the hanging cages had been put down. They were all tortured into shape and were leaning against the city wall like corpses.
Soshyan saw the lieutenant. One of his eyes had been gouged out, forming a terrifying bloody hole on his face. He tilted his head listlessly, leaning against the wall, with his mouth slightly open. Congealed blood could be seen.
His tongue was also cut out.
Soshyan paused for a moment and wanted to step forward, but the other party also noticed him and his lips twitched.
From the shape of the other person's lips, he saw two words -
fraud.
In the end, Soshyan lowered his head and walked past the other party with heavy steps, heading towards the wilderness outside the city.
