Alex took another sip of wine, refilled it, and drank again.
Suddenly, he smiled and said to everyone:
"Let me tell you a story, or a dream I had."
While everyone was confused, the slightly drunk Yarick had already begun his narration——
"Late yesterday, I was alone in a stuffy room drinking wine, and then I found myself falling asleep. Ever since I took on the responsibility of surrounding the hive, I rarely slept, but yesterday, for no reason, I I fell asleep... This is very abnormal, and what’s even more abnormal is that I was still dreaming.”
He paused for a long moment, perhaps hesitating whether to reveal these things, perhaps weighing the value and danger of sharing them.
Everyone waited patiently.
Finally, Yarrick drained his glass and continued talking.
"What I saw was a picture, and perhaps one of you occultists can explain it. I was standing on a desolate plain swept away by fire, and the stench of the supercatalyst indicated This place was destroyed with promethium, and a lot of heat was emitted from the scorching earth. This means that the shelling only ended for a few hours before the land was steamed... The billowing smoke made The sky was bruised with gray and purple, and the sun of this world was rising, its rays slanting beneath the haze of war. Now a melting glow fell over the ruins, illuminating the clouds above. Tuan also confused my eyes."
Alex burped, seemingly satisfied.
"Uh... So I raised my left hand to cover my eyes, only to find that the armor was covered with thick soot and dust. Everything was dirty except for my sword. It was as spotless as if it had just been polished by a swordsmith... .It reflected the sun's rays, but reflected twice the light, even brighter than the main body... There was no living thing here, and even soot covered every surface. I felt like I was really there at that time. There, I felt that the dream was real, not the waking world."
"It's really fun."
Sir Webb suddenly interjected, and Alec immediately glared at him.
"Dead man, shut up."
These words finally caused Sir Webb's unchanging smile to distort and turn into some kind of embarrassed expression, but Alex seemed to be really drunk and he couldn't say anything.
Then the drunken political commissar continued:
"The ground was littered with charred bones, extending from all sides under my feet. They were all carbonized. Some kind of horrific weapon had turned their skins into powder, and the smell of burnt flesh simply suffocated me, killing me. It was wrapped so tightly that I thought it would haunt me for the rest of my life... This was once a vibrant world, but now it was reduced to ashes, and then I saw some fragments scattered among the ashes, as if It was a fragment of a breastplate, the paint on it had been burnt off, and the armor itself had faded to iron gray due to the high temperature.
Alex shook his head, as if reluctant to recall that scene.
"A piece of breastplate was lying next to my feet, still retaining some color. I knew I was dreaming, and I also knew what I would see when I picked it up. However, the logic of the dream still forced me to bend down and pick up the piece of armor. Picked it up from the rubble, or rather, I was just a bystander who let others decide...I carefully turned it over, and on the other side, it was almost burned out of sight, as I As expected, it was an eagle emblem with a very familiar medal on it. I was frightened and dropped the piece of armor. It fell to the ground and shattered into countless pieces. Once again, that's the way dreams work. I Only then did I notice that the skeleton on the ground looked so familiar, it was actually me."
He took a deep breath and glanced at his deputy inadvertently.
"My soldiers all fell beside me, and their corpses were spread all the way to the horizon. After realizing this, the dream revealed more details to me. I saw countless broken armors, and... There were numerous skulls on corpses.”
Alex felt very uncomfortable. He did not look at those people, but stared at the scene in his memory.
"Which battlefield is this? I don't know, and the identity of the enemy is also hidden from my eyes, but it turns out that this scene is just a scene about to be staged in reality... The sun rises from above the clouds, However, the earth was shrouded in darkness, and I suddenly had a terrible premonition. A gust of black wind blew by, lifting the ashes of the deceased and flying into my face, so I tasted their burning. The smell of meat, while a terrible howl rose in the wind."
Yarick's narration was so emotional that some women were trembling with fear.
"I started looking, but the sound got louder and louder, and then a second howl joined in, then a third, a fourth... in countless howls, stepping out of the dark snow A green beast walked out. It was the largest one I had ever seen. It was almost as huge as an Imperial Knight. Its blood-red eyes and mouth were burning.... It was walking towards me, and I knew it was coming. Kill me, so I raise my sword and prepare to fight.”
"and after?"
He didn't know whose voice it was, but Yaric didn't care.
"We fought together for a long time. Its breath was like thunder, its fangs were like mountain peaks, and I only had the fury of a storm... My battle with it even made the earth shake and the sky boil. "
"Have you defeated it, my lord?"
Alex picked up the wine bottle, only to find that it was empty, and a troubled expression suddenly appeared on his face.
"It was too powerful and I couldn't defeat it, but I found an opportunity to sacrifice an arm for the chance to thrust a sword into its throat."
Looking at the empty glass jug, Alex shook it.
"I woke up later and understood one thing. There is only one way to survive such a terrifying beast-"
As he said that, he let go of his hand, and the wine bottle fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
"Whatever it takes."
Sir Webb was stunned, and in the few seconds he was distracted, a warm hand suddenly covered his mouth.
Jon Abbott appeared behind him and lightly slit the throat of the hive magnate with a sharp tactical dagger.
For a moment, the whole place was silent, except for the muffled grunt of Sir Webb who had his trachea cut open, and the slight sound of blood splattering.
Alex didn't seem to see it, but just took a newly filled glass of wine from the servitor. Even though the other party's blood sprayed on him, he drank the glass with a calm expression.
"ah!!!!"
Accompanied by the harsh female scream, the silence was finally broken. Everyone panicked, but the bodyguards had not yet reacted.
boom------!
Suddenly, the door was opened heavily from the outside, and at the same time, the remains of several smoking armed servitors also fell to the ground.
"Dry!"
Meck walked in holding a light bolter and holding a cigarette. Behind him was a large group of vicious gang elites who were armed to the teeth and covered in scars.
Before the bodyguards on the second floor of the hall could react, a string of bullets flew from behind, shooting them down one by one and falling to the smooth floor of the hall.
Moise appeared on the second floor with his men and took complete control of the hall.
These two people were Sir Webb's white gloves, so they both knew the secret passage into the Purple Stone Manor. They used the emergency as an excuse to ask to meet with Sir Webb. While waiting, they suddenly broke out and killed the manor's bodyguards, and then opened the door. He put his younger brother into the passage and fought his way in.
When these armed men appeared, the originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, and everyone realized what had happened.
Alex threw away the wine glass, looked down at the dead Sir Webb, and then said loudly:
"We have obtained evidence that he is an alien spy, please don't panic."
Of course, everyone knows this is nonsense.
"The chief culprit will be punished. I will not embarrass you loyal citizens of the empire."
Yarick looked at everyone with a smile on his face, his original drunkenness disappeared.
"Everyone should support the plan I just proposed, right?"
"Of course! Of course!"
"Everyone should contribute to the Empire!"
"I will donate! I will donate everything!"
Seeing these upper-class people being as humble as beggars, Alex felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart, but he immediately warned himself not to be intoxicated with power - and the power brought by violence.
"Okay, in that case, let me tell you something."
Alex clicked on the holographic display in the large picture, which showed that several large landing pads on the upper levels of the hive were controlled by people in uniforms.
"From today on, no aircraft is allowed to leave the hive airspace without my permission. Anyone who disobeys will be punished with treason, and the air defense force has the right to shoot it down!"
Although everyone was dissatisfied, they remained silent.
"Then, that's it. I said that if you want to defend the hive, you must share the same hatred, regardless of rank. You will also have your own position in the future."
"post--"
A fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead and smelled tremblingly:
"What position is it?"
The smile on Yaric's face became even brighter.
"There's certainly a position for everyone."
