The attack came so suddenly, and thanks to the desperate resistance of the Planetary Defense Force, most people were able to hide in the safety of underground bomb shelters.
The few people who remained on the ground either hid or set up roadblocks at the end of the streets, preparing to defend their homes with guns, iron bars, tools and a limited number of small arms.
As for why this is the case, few people can explain clearly.
No one expected that just when the squadron sent by Huron was fighting with the Ascetic battle group in the Naisen system, two small cruisers came straight to Naisen IV. For the expedition, Soshyan Almost all the defense power of Neisen No. 4 has been drained.
The people who came to sneak attack on Naisen No. 4 were none other than an enemy that Soshyan never expected - the renegade Soul Drinkers, who now called themselves Phantom Warriors.
The airport was the first to fall. Under the attack of more than a hundred capable veterans, the airport could not do much except have time to activate the pitiful defensive firepower.
When the Phantom Warriors land, those who hold on to the ground are the first to die.
After tentatively attacking the monastery fortress of the Astral Knights and discovering that there were two squads of Ascetics stationed inside, as well as a large number of Chapter Auxiliary Queens and a Knight Titan, Sarpedon immediately gave up decisively. Unrealistic goals.
He turned his attention to the nearby Soames Nest.
The bodies of the deceased were thrown into the pit,
The servitor excavation team pulled up the entire street, digging larger and larger holes to pile up the bodies.
Floating servo skulls and the Phantom Warrior's own helmet record the carnage and archive it for later use.
The Master of the Noble House of Soames never leaves his desk.
Dawn, how faint it seems in this world, only has one hour left.
With the attackers coming, he planned to get some answers one way or another - at least today he wouldn't die in ignorance.
A faculty member hurried into the conference room, his trembling hands clutching a typed report, his robe swishing against the dusty floor.
No servants were left on the grounds to sweep away the rubble.
"The students basically went to safety and the voice communication... there was no reason to listen to it anymore, it was just screaming."
The dean nodded.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"But...the support from the Ascetic Chapter has not arrived yet."
The old man shook his head.
"Even if it's not going to be okay, at least we can face it with dignity... I thought I heard gunshots down there."
The instructor walked to the table.
"I...I heard it too, where are the guards?"
The dean sat down and raised his finger.
"I sent them to the nearest shelter a few hours ago, although it seems likely that they are staying, simply out of an admirably stupid desire to do their duty, perhaps somewhere else in the academy Sacrificing his own life and delaying this meeting by a few seconds, I hope it wasn't them, that would be such a waste."
The teacher glanced at him.
"As you said, Dean."
"Sir, please stand up straight. We almost have a visitor."
As the door was violently pushed open, a group of giants wearing purple armor walked into the office, their armor still stained with blood.
Sarpedon led them in, but when the mortals present saw his mutated limbs, their eyelids couldn't help but flicker.
As soon as the fallen think tank came in, he immediately threw a dark green helmet on the desk, and it split the wood directly.
"This table is a cultural relic with thousands of years of history."
the old man said with admirable calm, his hands not even shaking as he leaned back in his chair.
Sarpedon immediately admired him - but this did not affect the Chapter's actions in the least.
"this--"
The instructor glanced at the table.
"Is this the helmet of a Space Marine belonging to the Ascetic Chapter?"
"you guessed right."
Sarpedon said with a smile.
"These ignorant guys came to interfere with our plans for the world. This was the last mistake they made."
The mutated think tank turned around and walked around the office, looking at the city extending in all directions from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Finally, he looked back at the dean, with no regrets or malicious impulses - that was a picture The cold, empty face betrays nothing of the wearer's thoughts.
Dean sat up straighter and cleared his throat.
"I am Arthur Amos Noivas, the current headmaster of the Noble Academy in Soames Hive."
Sarpedon tilted his head.
"Dean Novas."
He wasn't going to beat around the bush this time.
"Do you know who we are and why we are here?"
After Sarpedon finished speaking, he looked back at the city, listening to the beautiful music of the two people's heartbeats.
As the minutes passed, both heartbeats picked up speed, the wet drum beat faster and faster, and the salty smell of sweat of fear began to reach his senses.
Human beings always smell the most sour smell when they are afraid.
"I'm here to collect a debt."
Sarpedon said meaningfully.
"We also once served the false Golden Throne, but the Empire just wants to forget us and all those who have shed blood for it."
After speaking, he turned to the dean.
"That includes you."
The Dean looked at them in turn, noting that they were decorated with skull trophies and ornate weapons.
"Then what's your name?"
Dean asked calmly, his voice not strangled by the tightness in his throat.
"Sarpedon."
The mutated warrior growled in response.
"I am the Soul Reaper, the Lord of Soul Drinkers."
"And what do you wish to do here, Sarpedon."
"I want to take this debt away from a thief. I want to drag him into a state of endless fear and make him realize that he should never rest easy."
"You mean Lord Soshyan?"
Sarpedon nodded, his battered armor humming.
"He is your pride, right?"
The dean forced out a smile. He originally wanted to mock the other person, but in the end the smile just turned into a stiff expression.
"He is our pride. He is one of the bravest warriors under the Emperor. He will also destroy countless heretics in the name of the Emperor. Maybe you have been defeated by him, because I can feel your excitement when you hear his name. That fear."
"Shut up!"
Sarpedon breathed slowly, carefully considering his next words.
"I'll make him regret it, and I'll make sure of it.... Now, let me ask you, the Astral Knights have been recruiting troops here, right?"
"Yes of course."
"The best boys on the planet are here."
"Not at all."
"Don't lie to me. When you lie your body will betray you with a thousand subtle signals. What are you trying to hide?"
The dean remained silent.
"Bring all the boys to me, now."
But the dean
He didn't move. This attitude made the surrounding Chaos Space Marines want to kill him.
Just when Sarpedon was about to lose his patience, the old man suddenly asked.
"Can you keep us alive?"
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