Chapter 494: The Catastrophe of Nessen (Part 1)
The attack came so suddenly. Thanks to the desperate resistance of the Planetary Defense Force, most people were able to hide in the safety of underground air raid shelters.
The few people who remained on the ground either hid or set up roadblocks at the end of the streets, preparing to defend their homes with guns, iron bars, tools and a limited number of small arms.
As for why this is the case, few people can explain clearly.
No one expected that just when the squadron sent by Huron and the Ascetic Chapter were fighting in the Naisen system, two small cruisers came straight towards Naisen IV, and For the expedition, Soshyan has drained almost all the defense power of Naisen IV's mainland.
The people who came to sneak attack on Naisen No. 4 were none other than an enemy that Soshyan never expected - the renegade Soul Drinkers, who now called themselves Phantom Warriors.
The airport was the first to fall. Under the attack of more than a hundred capable veterans, the airport could not do much except have time to activate the pitiful defensive firepower.
When the Phantom When the soldiers landed, those who held on to the ground were the first to die.
After tentatively attacking the monastery fortress of the Astral Knights and discovering that there were two teams of Ascetics stationed inside, as well as a large number of Chapter auxiliaries and a Knight Titan, Sarper Dong immediately decisively gave up this unrealistic goal.
Turns his sights towards the nearby Soames Nest.
The bodies of the deceased were thrown into the big pit,
The servitor excavation team pulled up the entire street, dug bigger and bigger holes and piled the bodies up.
A floating servo skull and the Phantom Warrior's own helmet record the carnage and archive it for later use.
The dean of Soames Noble Academy never leaves his desk.
Dawn, how weak it seems in this world, only one hour left.
With the attackers coming, he planned to get some answers one way or another - at least today he wouldn't die in ignorance.
A faculty member hurried into the conference room, his trembling hands clutching the printed report, his robe swishing against the dusty floor.
No servants were left on the ground to clean up the ruins.
"The students have basically hid in a safe place. There is no reason to listen to the voice communication anymore. There is only screaming."
The dean nodded.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"But the support from the Ascetic Chapter has not arrived yet."
The old man shook his head.
"Even if everything isn't going to be okay, at least we can face it with dignity. I thought I heard gunshots down below."
The instructor walked toward the table.
"I heard it too, where are the guards?"
The dean sat down and raised his finger.
"I sent them to the nearest shelter a few hours ago, although it seemed likely that they would stay, simply out of an admirably stupid desire to do their duty, perhaps They sacrificed their lives elsewhere in the academy to delay this meeting by a few seconds, but I hope it wasn't them, that would be such a waste."
The faculty member gave him a look.
“As you said, Dean.”
"Sir, please stand up straight. We almost have guests coming."
As the door was pushed open, a group of giants in purple armor walked into the office. Their armors were still stained with stains. of blood.
Sarpedon led them in, but when the mortals present saw his mutated limbs, their eyelids couldn't help but flicker.
As soon as the fallen think tank came in, he immediately threw a dark green helmet on the desk, and it split the wood directly.
“This table is a cultural relic with thousands of years of history.”
the old man said with admirable calm, his hands not even shaking as he leaned back in his chair.
Sarpedon immediately admired him - but this did not affect the Chapter's actions in the slightest.
“This——”
The teacher glanced at the table.
"Is this the helmet of a Space Marine belonging to the Ascetic Chapter?"
"You guessed it right."
Sarpedon said with a smile.
"These ignorant guys came to interfere with our plans for the world. This was the last mistake they made."
The mutated think tank turned around and circled the office. He circled around, looking out at the city extending in all directions from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and finally looked back at the dean, with neither regret nor malicious impulse - it was a cold, empty face that betrayed nothing about the wearer. Thought.
The dean sat up straighter and cleared his throat. "I am Arthur Amos Noivas, the current headmaster of the Noble Academy in Soames Hive."
Sarpedon tilted his head.
"Dean Novas."
He was not going to beat around the bush this time.
“Do you know who we are and why we are here?”
After Sarpedon finished speaking, he looked back at the city, listening to the beautiful music of the two people's heartbeats.
As time passed, both heartbeats picked up speed, the wet drum beat faster and faster, and the salty smell of sweat of fear began to reach his senses.
Human beings always smell the most sour taste when they are afraid.
“I have come to collect a debt.”
Sarpedon said meaningfully.
"We also once served the false Golden Throne, but the empire just wants to forget us and all the people who have shed blood for it."
After saying that, he turned to the dean.
"That includes you."
The dean looked at them in turn, noticing that they were decorated with trophies made of skulls and ornate weapons.
“Then what’s your name?”
Dean asked calmly, his voice not strangled by the tightness in his throat.
"Sarpedon."
The mutated warrior growled in response.
“I am the Reaper of Souls, Lord of the Soul Drinkers.”
“Then what do you wish to do here, Sarpedon.”
"I want to take this debt back from a thief. I want to drag him into boundless fear and make him realize that he should never sit back and relax."
"You mean Soshiyang My lord?"
Sarpedon nodded, his broken armor buzzing.
"He is your pride, right."
The dean forced out a smile. He originally wanted to mock the other person, but in the end the smile only turned into a stiff expression.
"He is our pride. He is one of the bravest warriors under the Emperor. He will also destroy countless heretics in the name of the Emperor. Maybe you have been defeated by him, because I can feel your excitement when you hear his name. That fear."
"Shut up!"
Sarpedon breathed slowly, carefully considering his next words.
"I will make him regret it, and I will make sure of that now. Let me ask you, the Astral Knights have been recruiting troops here, right?"
"Yes, of course. .”
“The best boys on the planet are here.”
“Not really.”
“Don’t lie to me, when you lie your body behaves in a thousand subtle ways. The signal betrayed you, what are you trying to hide?"
The dean remained silent.
“Bring all the boys to me, now.”
But the Dean
did not move. This attitude made the surrounding Chaos Space Marines want to kill him.
Just when Sarpedon was about to lose his patience, the old man suddenly asked.
"Can you let us live?"
(End of Chapter)