Chapter 3283: Having trouble sleeping and eating
The situation deteriorated so fast that as soon as the district governor lay down to sleep, countless bad news and battle reports would fly in front of him, and he even I can’t remember how I spent those hundred days. I could only sleep three or four hours a day. I did a lot but it didn’t feel like anything. He did nothing and could only sit in the Governor's Mansion, waiting for one breathless news after another. The instructions he issued were either too late or simply did not have the strength to execute them. The sector fleet was in the first twenty Half of the sky was lost, and the rest could only huddle in the Amara system for defense. The regular army of the sector defense force was even more useless.
But the more deadly news came from the Dead Angels Chapter, the guardians of Orpheus and the backbone he once relied on. Gary Bullen contacted them as soon as possible, but there was no response until The sent out reconnaissance fleet finally managed to get back a ship, and the shocked captain told him a piece of news that was like a bolt from the blue - the home planet of the Revenant Angel Chapter had been destroyed.
On that day, the bells of all the churches on Amala Prime rang through the sky, a thousand bells, just to mourn the former guardian of Orps.
But Galibrun Lang's mood was not only grief, but also deeper despair. If even the Astartes could not protect themselves, then who else could protect them?
Even in his short sleep, he often had the same nightmare. He dreamed that he was attending a weird and terrifying banquet. He was sitting on a cold chair with a long banquet table in front of him. They were all dusty tableware and completely rotten food, as if they were burial objects in ancient tombs.
Sitting near the banquet table with him were a group of creatures shrouded in shadow. They were motionless, with only their eyes emitting a pale green light, like resurrected ghosts, participating in a game only for the dead. dinner party.
Every time at this moment, he tried to shout and scream, but in the dream he could not make a sound. He could only sit blankly on the cold chair, while whispers continued to come from his ears——
…Vermin…Listen…
…The Forgotten Mother is coming…Death is coming…Obey…
Then he would wake up from his dream, covered in a cold sweat, but his followers would just be in a hurry. After every nightmare, he would pray alone under the emperor's icon. Only faith could prevent his mental collapse. , but this is far from enough.
What he really needs is a backer, someone who can bring him hope
Orpheus once had a dark and turbulent era that lasted for a thousand years, so that the stars The main bloodline of the District Governor's family was cut off in the turmoil. As a side family, the Lang family took advantage of the opportunity to succeed in the succession. position, but at that time the power of the Lang family was not enough to stabilize the situation, and the entire Orpsian sector fell into division and civil war, until the saint Marduk and his jihadist army came and paid five points in the sector. After a heavy price was paid for one of the people, and even the saints were martyred, Orpheus came out of the dark era of rebellion, and the Lang family also secured its position.
As a master who never forgets the past, will this alien invasion also be the end of the Lang family? Just like the former family they replaced.
Will there be a saint to save them this time?
Countless doubts and accusations gnawed at his soul like poisonous snakes, making him wither and exhausted.
"Master?"
Suddenly, a cautious voice sounded outside the office door. Lang En knew that it was his most trusted old servant, and the person who had accompanied him since childhood.
"Come in."
After a moment, an old man wearing a black butler's uniform and holding a silver dinner plate walked in with small steps, followed by a few people. A young and beautiful maid.
"Master, you haven't eaten for nine hours."
As he spoke, he quietly glanced at the exquisite small table next to him. There was already a dinner plate there, but the exquisite food inside was almost untouched. .
Gary Bullen just closed his eyes slightly, sighed, and whispered in a gloomy tone:
"I can't eat. Lauren, I can't eat anything."
< br>"You have to eat more or less. The whole Orpheus is pointing at you as the pillar. If you collapse, the sector will also collapse."
As the servant spoke, he winked at the maid behind him. They immediately filed in and quickly cleared away the cold meals on the table. The old servant immediately put down the new plate. After opening the lid, the fragrance immediately spread, and at the same time The maids also started serving food.
More than twenty kinds of carefully cooked food including desserts, soups, and steaks were placed on the table, but the governor just sat slumped in his chair without even looking at them.
After the maids left, the old servant picked up the wine flask, filled a cup of red wine, and handed it to the governor with both hands. "Master. Eat some."
Garyblum glanced at him, his eyes dim, and then reached out to take the wine glass.
After taking a sip, the wine that should have been sweet aftertaste was only left with a bitter taste on the tip of the tongue, but Gary Bullen still drank half of it.
"Sit down and have a drink with me."
"Hey."
The old servant carefully sat down on the chair on the other side of the table, and then picked up the The wine jug helped the governor fill up, and then he poured himself a small half glass.
“Have many people left Amara recently?”
Hearing Gary Bulun's question, the old servant hesitated for a moment. He knew that the governor was referring to family members, and then cautiously replied:
"There are some people"
Gary Bulun sneered. A sound.
“Some? I think it’s a lot. They all think this place is going to be doomed. There are many people who persuade me to move the capital, but those stupid pigs have no brains at all. Why can the Lang family rebel in the darkness? The times are still standing? It is precisely because we hold on to Amara. Leaving here means cutting off the roots of the family, and we will be taken over by other families immediately. Generations, kill them all! The example of the previous family is there. Less than thirty years after they escaped from Amara, every one of them was killed."
After a while of scolding, Gary Bullen vented some words. With the depression in my heart, I seemed to have some appetite. I picked up a piece of toasted golden crispy bread with many gem-like dried fruits embedded in it, and tore it into two pieces.
"You haven't eaten either, let's eat together."
"Thank you, master, but wouldn't it be nice if you could eat the whole thing? It's been too long."
"I can't finish it, so you're welcome "
After taking the bread, the old servant did not move. He only watched Gary Bullen eating it in small bites, then stood up, walked to the desk, and browsed the new messages on the data board. .
Suddenly, the old servant wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and choked:
"Master, you have been working hard all day these days. You only sleep three or four hours a day and only eat so much. It has been a long time. How can you be so good?"
Hearing this, Gary Bullen shook his head and sighed. Said:
"Looking at these, who can eat them? Look, Akenti The bastards in Si Xingqun started to make excuses about local unrest and were temporarily unable to supply more ordnance. Here in the Caroson Nest, they also said that the local garrison was overwhelmed and they wanted food and money! Ahem——"
(End of this chapter)