Chapter 287 More vivid than blood
The baron died, his body was blown to pieces by the powerful heat, and everything except his head was in pieces. If according to local customs, the whole body is still a very important thing, but he was obviously not guilty of this, and he ended up like this just because of the baron. Set up Alan Bayer twice.
Firstly, the control, documents, seals and many other things here are all controlled by the Baron. Now that he dies, the fortress will inevitably be in chaos. Secondly, the baron’s tragic death has caused the owners of other asteroid fortresses, whether they are merchants, nobles, or many others, to Demons and monsters alike must regard the Imperial Guard as their enemies.
But at the same time, Alan Bayer couldn't bear the thought of such a smart, sensitive, and thoughtful person openly controlling his supply route. Another thing Alan Baier ordered to kill the baron was that he didn't believe this. Man, this greedy and egoistic man has no heirs!
If so, then his DNA can also activate the article and help Alan Bayer stabilize those disgusting things. He raised his thighs on the long table and gave the order. "Arrest anyone here who looks luxuriously dressed or may be the heir or relative of a baron. Kill all the servants and guards. They cannot be allowed to reveal information. You can retain a few servants who have revealed information about personnel according to the situation. But you can’t keep that kind of good dog for too long.”
After he finished speaking, he looked towards this beautiful hall. Now, the blood slid down with the beautiful marble floor, staining the ground red. The panicked servants fled in all directions, and what was waiting for them was the merciless shooting of the Imperial Guard. This palace No one can survive, because once the Imperial Guard arrives and the Imperial Guard's seizure of power is known to other fortresses, the Skadi people will be passive in this war.
With the sound of bullets bursting, the massacre of tens of thousands of people in this palace began. The Imperial Guards were not good people, at least not for traitors. Soon, someone began to tell the whole story. The servants were living and dying. became no longer firm.
Alan Bair soon learned something. The baron here was 120 years old and had five children. Each of them served as an officer, merchant, pirate, and clerk in the sector, but only the fifth child was underage. He was confused. Ignorant.
This was a good opportunity, a great one. The soldier quickly stepped over to the room belonging to the baron's son.
Now, as that young master, he spent all his energy in studies and fatigue and finally fell asleep, taking a nap, but the firing of the gun and the screams of the servants appeared in his room located at the innermost part of the palace.
This small room is exquisite, hidden, and has the best possible lighting so that it can enjoy the best warmth. The warmth emitted by the huge pseudo-stellar panels on the highest floor of the fortress is something that only those living below can enjoy. Arrived.
The child who was still taking a nap was wearing a pure white corset and had not yet put on those luxurious noble clothes. He was in his early 12s and was far from being as independent as his brothers.
He just raised his head from the soft bed. Due to the chaos and noise, he was suddenly covered by his maid. The adult's body completely covered his body, but he did not panic. To be precise, it was a kind of sluggishness, because he felt Blood flowed from the body of this woman who usually treated him best, soaking his white clothes.
Then there was a thump, thump, thump, the sound of military boots leaving urgently, like a devil's breathing, and there were subtle screams, guns being fired, many complicated sounds that he had never heard before.
But the soldiers did not approach, but instead shouted. "There are still people, fire!" The laser fired, followed by a muffled sound, the sound of running, and the sound of military boots stepping on each other.
When everything was quiet, the baron's legitimate son used all his strength to push away the maid who was covering him. This poor maid in her prime of life didn't even close her eyes. Her back was bloody and bloody from the laser gun blast, and she died miserably. .
The boy's rapid breathing, the smell of blood, and the bright red collar made this warm room feel strange. What happened? What happened to him? What happened to his father?
Many questions were filled with the madness of his favorite decade of death. The young man was completely unable to control it, and then turned into tremors. He walked out of bed tremblingly, like a cub that had just crawled out of its mother's womb. He staggered and fell to the ground, then got up again and again.
In this palace that had turned into a bloody primeval forest, he knew that he could not stay. Someone would soon come to clean up the place. Hiding would not allow him to survive.
As a child, he had a very strong calmness, which may be based on his father or years of high-quality education. However, he was not favored. His poor aristocratic family liked the survival of the fittest, and the extreme patriarchy also made him His mother was almost the one who gave birth to him.
Under such circumstances, the only person who could still give him the so-called mother's love died like this. It was like a piece of something had been taken away from his little heart, but he was very calm, the kind of calmness that he could not cry or scream in order to survive. Creepy.
He was almost silent as this little beast approached his door. Those once-familiar places began to become unfamiliar, and he could only hear the pattering of military boots behind the thick and exquisite sandalwood door. A rebellion? Why is it so silent? Where are the soldiers who protect them?
For the first time in his short life, he felt fear and powerlessness. However, when the banging sound outside the door stopped, he wiped away the tears that could not help overflowing from the corners of his eyes, leaned his body sideways and got out of the small crack in the open door, and Pay careful attention to the corridors that you have walked on time and time again.
Was this place originally that big? This thought flashed through his mind. It was also the first time that he felt that his home could be so strange. The faint smell of blood in the air, the faint sound of footsteps like a nightmare. It was also the first time that he discovered other places. Human beings can be so terrifying and nightmare-like.
From the time when the most beautiful marble pattern to his favorite room and only servant friend was finally trampled, the child could only boldly walk forward in this strange and familiar place, his light footsteps almost silent. He was restless on the ground. He didn't even wear shoes. Just the soles of his feet wrapped in cloth touching the cold floor were unbearable for this pampered young man.
However, his movements are very fast and light. His short and undeveloped body has a natural advantage in sneaking in, and being familiar with the terrain here makes this task easier.
But when the sound of military boots appeared in the corridor, the young man who had walked for a while immediately realized that something was wrong. He turned around and opened a place that he would never open normally. It was the utility room in the room. There were buckets, mops, and only A few square meters, and the desire to survive forced him to hold his breath and crawl in.
There was no lumen ball, it was dark and suffocating. He resisted the messy tools and put his feet into the bucket with sewage. He endured nausea and smelled the rotten old linen smell, and at the same time he was full of worries about his future.
Even if he survives, what can he do if he goes out? Now that he is alone, maybe death will be more liberating.
But his random thoughts didn't last long. The soldiers came, with firm and sure steps, getting closer and closer, as if they were hitting his little heart, and his breathing became urgent.
When the soldiers got as close as possible, he subconsciously closed his palms and prayed to the great human emperor. He chanted silently in his heart. Soon the emperor answered him. The soldiers left and ran away. He was not sure what happened. What, but when he walked out of the utility room, he saw a bright red trail dragging forward in the corridor.
Another person, by chance or luck, helped him tide over the difficulties. His heart kept beating. He had never seen a dead person, but today he had a happy death...
However, he mustered up the courage to walk through the corridor and reached the corner at the end, where the blood was dried. In the blink of an eye, he could smell the strong smell of blood. Then, the wall was burned by something, and the beautiful marble lines were inlaid with blood-red patterns, twisted, Beautiful, at the same time, the body of a guard was slumped against the wall. The bulletproof armor on his chest was smashed, so blood flowed out, and the fatal blow...
It was a headshot. The laser gun smashed his head, penetrated it, and finally landed on the wall. The scorched wall pattern was what blood, brains, and bones vaporized and turned into.
The legitimate son covered his mouth and subconsciously wanted to vomit. This was a feeling that his servant had never experienced before even after he died, a feeling of torture. And such vomiting was not nausea, but an abdominal spasm caused by fear. "Ugh...!"
Is it a high-quality Glo steak worth a thousand dollars or a sweet juice, a soft bread or a dessert somewhere, but now it is only half-digested vomit sticky substance, mixed with blood, stomach acid and putrefaction.
His thighs were shaking and sore, and his feet were stuck in those disgusting things, but his body was driven forward by fear, by the fear of the Skadi. He didn't understand why he was attacked, nor why the Emperor treated them like this. , in the eyes of this child, those things are too complicated, too complicated!
He could barely control his running, no longer hiding his figure, his head was already cloudy, and he ran towards the hall, where his father often was, relying on vague memories. The Skadi soldiers remembered the lord's command, and they When I saw this child, I just followed him silently.
They were afraid that their firearms or their strong arms would injure this vital child, so one of the few miracles in the history of the empire was born. A group of battle-hardened superhuman soldiers of the Imperial Guard followed a crazy and shouting child on the planetary governor's palace level. There is a game of chasing each other in the palace.
What’s behind this absurd, ridiculous, and even cute scene? It is the death of tens of thousands, the change of power, the cruel fate, but also the kind of disaster and sin brought by imperial authority.
Although Alan Bair doesn't like the Tribunal and the National Church, which can be regarded as the violent institutions of the empire, he can't deny that he is also a part of them. It's just that he doesn't like to draw his sword on the weak, and for those traitors and heretics, Si Isn't the Kadi a kind of devil?
This absurd race finally ended in the hall. The little boy calmed down when he saw the flowers transformed by his father. They were on the floor. Scarlet flowers, under the light of false stars, looked brighter than blood.
He was weak, kneeling on the ground, panting, and looking at the man sitting opposite his father's corpse, as well as the beautiful imperial emblem on his chest and the sky eagle on his collar, he subconsciously made a judgment.
"My lord, my lord, save me, save us, we are being attacked by heretics!" He yelled hysterically, and the "heretics" who followed him were actually elite Imperial Guardsmen who had not wiped off their fake badges...
At this moment, Alan Bayer just watched this grotesque farce, then patted the folds of his body and led his guards forward. In the eyes of the young man, following his nightmare, the heretics also showed fear.
But those soldiers were not afraid of Alan Bair's power, but they were worried that they would be blamed by the lord for this half-hearted mission.
And the emperor's chosen people, the great heroes, strolled forward just like the stage plays that his legitimate son often watched, while the heretics were timid and did not dare to approach.
At this moment he saw the beautiful saber or the great ancient weapon on the Lord Skadi's belt, the laurels of the Star of Terra on his chest or the wounds left by the many loyal worlds he saved.
His fear dissipated, the hero approached, and Alan Bair spoke, speaking the words of the Emperor just as he imagined!
But the Lord of Skadi did speak, and he did say something, but his words made the legitimate son feel cold all over.
"It took so long to catch the child. Are you going to eat canned meat or dinner cooked by the Letling boy tonight?"
The heretics were all frightened at this moment, but it seemed to be different from what the legitimate son had imagined. Only one of the leaders walked out. "Boss, you want us to capture you without hurting you, but it's even harder than dealing with the traitorous Space Marines!"
"Second Lieutenant, you have learned how to stand out, right? Then everyone has a normal dinner, but you are the only one eating canned food!" Alan Bayer cursed, but added after the Second Lieutenant cried out. "Okay, okay, wipe off the fake badge on your chest. Do you really want to be a traitor?"
The soldiers took out cloth and water and washed the badges on their necks and collars, revealing an almost brand-new Imperial Sky Eagle, while the emperor just looked at those people in disbelief. "Why, why the Imperium, why the Emperor attacks us?"
Alan Bair, the Lord of Skadi, is just looking at this dirty kid crawling around with disgust on his face. This guy is too similar to his father, and his father just threatened him. …
When he thought of those words, his expression became unpleasant, and he was not a bad person, so he opened his mouth to explain. "The God Emperor is on our side, son. Your father betrayed the empire half a year ago and planned a rebellion. Now I have executed him on the spot, and you."
He took out the article he had searched from the baron's room. It was a complex, beautiful, bright red thing made of ancient technology. At this moment, the Lord of Skadi just pressed one side of the pointed article against the boy's head and could break it with a blow. Blood overflowed from his skin, and he covered the front with brown paper.
That thing left a thick ink pad, but it was not just ink pad. There were signs in the complex lines that only the Meditator Array could identify, a sign that represented power...
He smiled, then looked at the cute little baby, letting him experience what it was like to be a noble, and then said. "Put him into the room that belongs to him, and remember to clean it up. Don't treat our little article officer badly."
There is no right or wrong in this dark end of the 40th millennium, only victory and death, betrayal and sacrifice...(End of Chapter)