Chapter 1734 Heretic Offensive (Part 1)
Standard Terra Calendar 965.M41
Endymion Star Cluster, Sixth War Zone, Kirab System, Drade Star (if you don’t remember The location can be found in the comment area or the map related to the work)
As reddish cracks opened from the dusty sky, a faint glow filtered through the atmosphere and clouds and then spread to the earth, announcing Dawn in the planetary capital of Einin.
This city was founded in 112 of the 40th millennium. Although it is very young among countless cities in the empire, it has still existed for thousands of years and has survived countless disputes and wars, even in Badab. It was not affected too much by the flames of war during the war.
Because it is close to the core of the Maelstrom, the Kirab Galaxy, like the Plenty Galaxy, is the focus of the empire's defense. Before the expedition, there were about three million Astra Militarum troops stationed in the two systems. After Soshyan divided the war zone, As the commander of the war zone, the White Templar Chapter Commander Arash concentrated a large number of troops here.
However, for a long time, there seemed to be no movement at this location. It seemed that the red pirates knew that this place was heavily guarded, so they did not dare to take a step further.
On the contrary, the Endymion Galaxy and the Plenty Galaxy, which are farther away, are often harassed by the Red Pirates. Not long ago, a plundering fleet of the Red Pirates launched another attack on the Plenty Galaxy. Arash personally led the battle group to expel them enemy.
But no one realized that the several months of harassment were just a smoke bomb. The Red Pirates had long since set their target in the Kirab Galaxy.
“Ugh!”
As the vibrator pierced his neck, severing the carotid artery, the worker huddled in a lifeless heap, and killers from the Red Pirates' Shadow Kill organization lowered the filthy corpse to the peeling plastic covering the floor. On linoleum tiles.
Then he pressed his body against the dirty wall of the corridor in an inhuman manner, and pressed the tip of his boot against the partition door that the worker had opened just a few seconds ago.
Slowly, the killer pushed the door open, sliding like a shadow into the opening, closing the door behind him.
For the past few days, he had been lurking in a dusty, long-forgotten archway painted with garbage signs, counting the seconds as the factory began to disperse their human prisoners.
He watched the workers trudge down the hall, walking tiredly and half-deadly in the corridors, and he waited for them all to pass, keeping watch until he saw the man he wanted.
This victim was just another nameless cog in the empire's economy, an unimportant man whose only thing that made him special was the room he called home, a tiny detail that caused fifteen centimeters of spinning steel to impale the man the back of the neck.
As the killer crossed the threshold, he paused, his ears listening to the sounds in the filthy apartment he had invaded.
He could hear the mineral-contaminated water rumbling through the pipes, could hear the creaking of rats' nests in the plaster walls, could discern the cobblestone groan of air rattling through the vents, In order to fight against the assassinations of the Death Worship Cult again and again, Huron spent a lot of money to get a similar assassin, and even used subspace technology to transform these assassins, making them comparable to the assassins who walked out of the Assassin Temple.
The Red Pirate Killer ignored these sounds, but a slight sound of footsteps caught his attention.
The apartment was a miserable hut, with crumbling furniture slowly rotting back into their original components and a frayed rug thrown over the peeling floor in a futile effort to add a touch of flair to the place. Dignity, a cobbled-together plastic double bed rests against a wall whose surface plaster has almost completely peeled off to reveal bricks, and a scarred wardrobe sits in the corner.
What remains is a meager table, chairs, a moldy sofa, and a sloping shelf supporting a series of chipped dishes and cups. The only thing worthy of praise in this small room is a wide window that makes it appear More "free".
The killer moved following the footsteps, and the main room of the apartment had two smaller auxiliary rooms - a closet and a kitchen, and it was from the kitchen that the sound came.
He walked along the wall until he stood at the edge of the archway leading to the kitchen, and the smell of boiling vegetable soup reached his heightened sense of smell, accompanied by the scent of sweat and women.
The killer dug his thumb into the wall and effortlessly tore off a brittle ball of gray plaster, but without turning from the archway he threw the ball directly at the apartment door.
The impact was very much like a door slamming shut, pieces of plaster tumbling across the floor, they shattered on impact, creating a sound similar to footsteps.
"Back!" a woman's voice shouted.
“Dinner is——”
The worker’s wife had no time to do more, just in the blink of an eye, a vague figure came out from the wall, It filled the archway and faced the woman emerging from the kitchen to greet her husband.
The vibrating knife stabbed into her throat, stifling any cry she might have made.
The killer then pressed the vibroblade's activation stud, ending the blade's vibrating action, and slid the weapon back into its sheath.
He walked away from the body indifferently, pushed the furniture away, walked to the window, and stared outside through the glass.
From the moment he observed the building from the street below, he had expected this room to offer such a vantage point.
Suddenly, the door of the apartment opened behind him, but the killer did not take his eyes away from the window. He knew that the person entering the room was one of his own.
"Report."
"Melta bombs have been placed at the power plant."
One of the killers whispered, no change in his voice, just a precise confirmation of the work done.
"Melta bombs are also deployed at key locations on the main shield generator."
The killer nodded, then glanced at the timer fixed to the bottom of his glove.
The attack wouldn't begin for several hours, his team was still ahead of schedule, and by the time they were finished, all of Einin's shield generators would be destroyed, along with most of the anti-aircraft equipment. electricity, rendering the city unable to combat any aerial attackers until it could send its own aircraft.
But it would take time, and his master wouldn't give the poor guys any time.
When the Space Marines drop from orbit, all will be said and done, and the city will descend into chaos and despair before anything can be done.
Although there are many Astra Militarum troops stationed locally, as well as elite troops such as Cadian, when they cannot contact their central command, they will be forced to operate in a disjointed and fragmented manner. Each fought his own way, a battle for which they were not prepared.
Then the killer gestured to the two killers to occupy the rooms on both sides of the apartment he occupied.
Then he unhooked the sniper rifle hanging from his shoulder. The back of the scope opened and the wire slid into his artificial eye.
Through the prism of his rifle scope, the killer studied the massive fortress-like structure of plasteel and concrete that rose like an iron castle from the squalor of the area, a massive Imperial Aquila carved into the majestic of two buildings.
This is the fortress of the Legal Department of the Hive City, and it is also where he will "work" soon.
(End of this chapter)