Emperor's Bane

Chapter 5 Dawn Redemption ([-])

[Everything started to get out of control a month ago. 】

[It started with the magnetic cyclone, which caused a zone of destruction at least 12000 kilometers in the south of the world, followed by the shutdown of power and water systems worldwide, killing thousands of inhabitants. 】

[At first, we thought it was just a natural disaster and an opportunity for the cultists to attack, but the actual situation was much worse than we expected. 】

[In the next seven days, three accidents occurred in a row. Unexplainable storms have swept across the entire world, destroying all power grids and communication facilities, and the distribution of food and drinking water has also been affected. scale riots. 】

[There is also an earthquake, the strongest earthquake!The largest nest of Dawn Star has been completely swallowed by the cracks in the ground, and three cities have disappeared in the tsunami hundreds of meters high, and... the sages of the Mechanicus have deduced that the atmosphere has been severely eroded, causing death. The radiation will soon sweep the entire world. 】

[In the past month, we have lost three-quarters of our population, the social order has completely collapsed, and the situation has become irreparable. 】

【In view of this situation, I, the Governor Conrad-Valga who protects Dawn Star by the will of the Emperor, formally announce my abandonment of this world. 】

[We have issued an evacuation order on the last communication platform. Everyone in this world is flocking to the planetary capital Carena. The infrastructure here is strong and wide enough to accommodate all of them, but we lack a fleet!Evacuated Fleet! 】

[For this reason, I am here to send out a signal for help, anyone, any of the Emperor's people, any expedition fleet that is not far from us, I beg you, temporarily divert the direction, and save Dawn, who is also the Emperor's people star! 】

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"And that's what we're here for."

For an average Thousand Sons warrior, Hathor-Matt thought he had enough respect for these pathetic mortals to make things as plain as possible.

Almost immediately after the Governor of the Dawn Star sent that desperate plea for help through the Astropaths, he and the wretched world received the Emperor's mercy:

No.15 [Thousand Sons] The expedition fleet of the Astartes Legion gave a reply No.17 hours after the news was sent: they happened to be passing through the edge of this star area, and the Primarch of the Legion, from Magnus of Prospero - is also, for the most part, happy to help mortals.

Thanks to the guidance of countless powerful psykers in turn, the 28th Expeditionary Fleet carried the entire Thousand Sons Legion to the low-earth orbit of the Dawn Star almost in the blink of an eye, and the situation here was even worse than the Primarch imagined. : Even the governor of the empire who sent the distress letter has lost his message in the chaotic crowd, and the Thousand Sons can only deal with all kinds of troubles in the world in front of them alone.

If it were replaced by the Dark Angels or the Shadow Moon Wolf Legion with a large number of soldiers, the situation might be better, but the Thousand Sons Legion is just like its name: after the tragedy called flesh and blood mutation, they Only about a thousand warriors survived, and a dozen Terran standard years were not enough to make the Legion great again.

Thinking of this, Hathor-Matt couldn't help sighing in his heart. If it weren't for the lack of manpower, he, a new star of the Bright Feather School, would not have come to do such trivial chores as evacuating the village.

"Listen, mortals, I'll say it again, one last time."

The son of Magnus tried his best to keep himself calm. He narrowed his eyes and observed the old man in front of him: he was dressed in rags, shaking like chaff, and the only thing of value on his body was the crutch carved with a slender poisonous snake. Hathor Er could see fear and utter resistance flickering deep in his pupils, which is the normal behavior of mortals when facing the emperor's angels, as well as phlegm, the uncontrollable black phlegm flowing from the corner of his mouth...

Hathor didn't look closely.

"You look back now and look at this mountain, where you have lived for generations, it is not as peaceful as it seems, it is a dead volcano, and now, the geomagnetic fusion of your world has reactivated it rose, and became an active volcano again, really, a volcano!"

"You know what that means, right? Mortal."

"Now look around you, you have more than 500 people here: farmers, blacksmiths, women and children, and more than 20 houses, barren terraced fields, and the only connection between this place and the outside world is a railway, which has obviously been broken."

With his fingertips, Qianzi's arm pointed to the waste buried in the hillside: the so-called railroad track was broken, and it bent like a rotting snake under the village.

And above this rotten thing, the sky has shown something bad. Anyone with normal eyesight can see that the gas lingering on the mountain is gradually turning into a sick yellow color, behind them is There are layers of floating volcanic ash, and even lightning and storms are mixed in it.

This wretched place would be destroyed in ten TST at most, and he was still here playing silly language games with these idiots.

Anxiety was constantly encroaching on Hathor's brain.

But he couldn't do it, there were only five of them, and he couldn't take all the idiots, and as an Astartes warrior, some unspeakable code kept him from attacking these unarmed Emperor's subjects.

"Did you see the gas? The ash and the thunder and the storm, they'll kill you, kill you all, and your homes will explode without a scrap of debris left."

"And now, thanks to the mercy of my lord Magnus, you can board the Stormbird and go with us to a safe area, such as Carena or other places, and leave this world."

"It should be you who really leave!"

Before Hathor, the shaky old man slowly raised his fist, clenched in midair, in answer to the Astartes.

"Now, you...cough cough...you should leave, we will stay here, in our hometown and fields!"

He kept coughing, and his thin body spit out dark brown thick phlegm one after another. The amount even made one wonder if he had vomited out all his internal organs.

"You're all going to die!"

Hathor could hardly contain his anger.

"If this continues, you will all die here, and I and my people are ordered to take you out... Don't make me say the same thing again, those storms, they will kill you!"

"No, quite the opposite."

"Storm is a gift. All of us have been waiting for a gift for a lifetime. It will lead us to meet the great storm of Zitan. We will stand by its side and enjoy eternal peace and happiness."

This stupid remark made the son of Magnus's eyes widen, and when he saw the same insistence appearing in the eyes of all mortals, his anger doubled and turned into some kind of The most ridiculous smile.

He couldn't help laughing.

"Storm Lord? Shili? You believe in a vulgar god? Give your life for a sideshow joke?"

"You are not allowed to insult our faith!"

Mortals, all mortals, fell into hysterical rage the moment his words landed, their faces grim, and they entertained the blasphemer with the most vicious curses.

But the Son of Magnus didn't care. He turned and walked towards the Stormbird and his comrades.

"How's it going?"

Someone is asking him.

"They don't want to leave, let's go."

Hathor waved his hand, still in a bad mood for this ingrained stupidity after laughing.

"What kind of Xitan God?"

The other Thousand Sons warriors were not surprised, but they quickly raised new questions.

"Then what about our mission, they will definitely die here."

"Then let them die!"

Hathor's yelling caused a moment's silence in his squad, until his lieutenant motioned him to look at the sky: another Stormbird was staggering to land.

"what……"

Qianzi's mood began to improve, especially when he saw the silver-haired and blue-eyed lady stepping off the Stormbird, Hathor simply sat down with his team and waited for the task to be completed.

Sure enough, things like this should be left to Ms. Morgan, she never disappoints.

Hathor thought so.

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Hathor had heard about Ms. Morgan's reputation long before he came to Dawn Star.

It is said that she comes from the southern part of the Maelstrom, which is the home of the Ultramarines, more northwest of the Five Hundred Worlds. After an expedition fleet composed of rogue traders discovered her hometown, she joined the empire as a descendant of the local prince. among the army.

Some rumors of her parentage were not true, but those rumors were naturally dismissed as jealous gossip along with the mortal's excellence.

The Morgan lady quickly proved to be a gifted psionic master and capable doer, and in less than a Terran standard year she rose from countless mortals to become the most in-demand The chosen officer of the Thousand Sons Legion.

Hathor has always been uninterested in mortal affairs, he considers himself a higher-level life form, but after working with this Ms. Morgan for more than 50 days, he has to admit that sometimes she can indeed make people look forward to it .

And just as he was thinking, the conversation in the village had taken a new turn: the silver-haired female official made these stupid believers obey with just a few words, and they rushed to collect their belongings, and then followed this Lady's footsteps.

When they bowed their heads and lined up towards the Stormbird, Qianzi couldn't help but whispered in Morgan's ear.

"How did you convince these idiots."

"Using some of the silliest tactics."

What she said was vague, but Hathor didn't choose to ask too much: for some reason, he always felt a certain fear when facing this face that was not very good at smiling.

He thought it was an illusion.

The heir of Magnus remained arrogant and guarded. He watched his subordinates greet this mortal with cold eyes, while those guys on the other Stormbird had almost followed her. It has only been more than 50 days, which is really humiliating the reputation of the Legion.

Just as the rising star of the Bright Feather School was feeling aggrieved, his communication device started beeping.

"What's going on with you, Hathor?"

It was the voice of Ahriman of the Crow School.

"It's been done...with the help of our Mrs. Morgan."

After thinking for a moment, Hathor did not claim the credit.

"I suppose so, it's Morgan after all."

Ahriman sighed plainly at first, and then his tone became a little hasty.

"Then you should hurry back to Carena. There is an urgent need for manpower here. We need to completely revise the evacuation plan for the entire world. The two gene primordials now need the help of all forces, whether it is you or Ms. Morgan."

"... two?"

Hathor caught some information.

"Yes, both."

Ahriman affirmed this first, and then continued to speak in a casual tone. Hathor could hear hoarse orders and the noise of the crowd flowing around him.

"Here comes Perturabo, and his Iron Warriors."

(End of this chapter)