Chapter 211 Judgment
While everyone was in shock.
The next second, the Arbitrator drew the pistol from the holster and aimed it at the Bishop - Barov had never been pointed at by a weapon before.
The bishop felt a warmth coming from his pants. He realized that he had just shitted his pants. He felt ashamed that he was afraid and panicked when facing a gun.
"In accordance with the authority granted to me by the Ministry of Justice and the Astral Knights Chapter, Soshyan Chapter Master, I hereby relieve Bishop Barov and General Administrator from their duties."
"No, don't..."
Amidst the screams, the pistol made a loud noise, and three bullets passed through Barov's forehead and exploded in the back of his head.
Barov's fat body was thrown backward to the ground, and the chair was pressed under his body.
Immediately afterwards, three bullet casings fell on the marble floor with a pleasant clanking sound. Even before the pistol was retracted into its holster, light smoke was still coming out of the muzzle.
The Arbiter stepped forward along the edge of the table, his booted footsteps echoing through the hall.
Then he pushed the bishop's body away with his heel, straightened his chair, and sat down at the table.
"My first order, all local Planetary Defense Force units withdraw to the hive."
The Arbitrator turned to all the pale faces, staring in fear and shock. People watching said:
“And cut off all traffic in and out of the hive city, then set up armed checkpoints along the main roads and announce an indefinite curfew! If any individual is still on the streets after the curfew begins, Shoot at first glance!”
After looking at each other, several guards representatives nodded in agreement.
"Second, empty the mining area, force all miners to leave the mining area, and establish decentralized concentration camps. No one is allowed to leave without my order!"
"But——"
Guild Representatives immediately expressed different opinions.
“This will affect the production targets for the next quarter.”
As he said that, the guild representative also glanced at the Mechanicus representative who was always making a slight ticking sound not far away. That person almost Completely wrapped in red robes, only the occasional red mechanical flash can be seen under the hood.
"The production quota does not allow for interference."
Subsequently, an emotionless mechanical male voice came from under the hood, and the representative of Griffin Four had a very tough attitude.
"The Mechanicum's production quota will not be affected."
The Arbitrator looked at the guild representative.
“The local guild still has surplus inventory, all of which will be transferred to the Mechanicus’ production quota.”
"First, sir! This - this is a blatant act of plunder! You have no right to do this!"
Facing the red face and angry eyes of the guild representative, the arbiter just sneered and pointed his gun Slap it on the table.
“If you ask it, it will tell you whether I have the right to do this.”
“You——!”
The guild representative looked at the Mechanicus representative again , seems to expect the other party to stand up and say something fair.
But that damn cyborg just replied without emotion...
"As long as the production quota is not affected, I and the Forge World I represent have no other opinions."
>"Sir!"
The guild representative turned to the official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but as a seasoned bureaucrat, not to mention other abilities, he still had the ability to adapt to the changing circumstances, and he was quite strong.
He could tell from the Arbitrator's action of shooting Barov that the other party must have the support of the Astartes. In this case, there is no need to ask for trouble.
"Ahem, um... the current situation is so difficult, everyone should work together, regardless of personal gains and losses, to make contributions and sacrifices to stabilize the situation."
Exquisite bureaucratic response , immediately blocked the mouth of the guild representative.
Seeing that the other party was finally unable to move reinforcements, the arbiter smiled and continued to announce his order.
“Contact the remaining hives, order their defense units to return to the city borders immediately, and tell them to be prepared to respond to potential alien actions at any time.”
His eyes scanned the entire table, his eyes stern.
“We have a lot of work to do, and the Astartes are not here to play petty political games with us, they are here to bring order back to this world in the name of the God-Emperor. The next step is to avoid a disaster, and they will use all means to do so... If someone delays, the consequences may be extremely serious. I hope everyone is mentally prepared."
Barov's blood is already gone. A pool of water formed beneath him, and silence surrounded the hall.
No one dared to move, the pungent smell of gun smoke mixed with the fishy smell of blood.
“Saphinius is on the verge of destruction.”
The Arbitrator stood up.
"The gentlemen present are the only hope to save it."
Just as the meeting came to an end, the much-discussed Astral Knights Chapter had disappeared from people's sight. .
With the assistance of the Ministry of Justice, the ten-man Astartes team entered Mine No. 14 through a secret passage.
As the team traveled through the dark tunnels and refineries that remained beneath the city, Soshyan gained a new understanding of how fragile human existence is on this planet.
There are cooling pipes all around him to prevent the promethium ore flowing in them from exploding in the hot air.
Although Griffin IV's technology is trustworthy, in Soshyan's view, the danger of the aliens surrounding the city pales in comparison to the facilities underground.
He couldn't guess how much promethium was flowing in those pipes, but the amount must be astonishing.
Soshyan had hoped that the temperature would be lower underground, but the servants of the Mechanicus only used fans and vents to a minimum - perhaps keeping the oxygen levels in the complex low was to keep the temperature low. Promethium ore is more stable.
The underground corridors and tunnels are narrow and narrow, only enough for workers to run the refinery and install pipelines. The tall Astartes seem very uncomfortable walking in them.
Some of the walls are reinforced with cement and granite, while the rest remains exposed rough rock.
Every corner, the servitors were performing their tasks meticulously, and they did not even react when the Space Marines passed by.
The smell of engine oil and ointment exuding from their bodies was stronger than the smell of sweat.
The low hum of the machines mixed with the roar from the transport tubes, echoing through the tunnels.
The refining equipment and dashboard are the only sources of light, emitting a blood-red artificial light that is so weak that it is barely visible.
They had been walking for several hours, but they were still some distance away from their destination.
The purpose of this departure was to confirm the underground alien threat and the actual situation of the so-called Crow Lord. Soshyan did not intend to alert the snake, so he did not use the faster shaft passage - he did not want to fall into trap.
“Here.”
He led the team cautiously and covertly through a tunnel with exposed rocks. The soldiers followed him, constantly scanning the entire area, looking for The traces left by the alien.
They all must be careful to deal with sudden enemy attacks and use firearms cautiously.
One wrong move or a misfired weapon could break the pipeline and explode a large amount of promethium ore, cooking them inside the armor.
(End of this chapter)