Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 1039, 09.1038: 'The Crimson Ascension Festival'

Why is it so noisy outside?

Inside the hovercar, Poniatowski, who was reminiscing about the delicious wine of his hometown, was interrupted by the increasingly noisy commotion outside the car, which interrupted his fond memories of the past.

He curiously followed the strange noise and looked out the window. The smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by astonishment.

“Kurwa!” he blurted out in his native Low Gothic dialect, a curse word equivalent to a national swear word. “A fight broke out in the crowd! No, it was a premeditated attack!”

Before he could finish speaking, Yadviga had already flung open the car door and dashed out like a cheetah.

The piercing alarms, the screams of the crowd, the clanging of metal, and the neighing of warhorses merged into a chaotic wave of sound that swept over us.

She could see at a glance that the pilgrims, who were originally under control, had now completely boiled over and turned into a stampede disaster.

"Assassins! Protect the nun and the sacred relics!"

A roar from Captain Dortlp of the cuirassiers rang out amidst the chaos. He drew his gleaming cavalry sword from his waist, but his eyes were filled with bewilderment. Cavalrymen had a wide field of vision on horseback, but in this crowded environment, looking down at a sea of ​​heads, it was impossible to distinguish between civilians and thugs with ulterior motives.

In the instant he was distracted, several dark hands suddenly reached out from the crowd behind him, grabbing his belt tightly, while another hand sinisterly reached for his holster!

The cavalry captain almost instinctively swung his sword backhand, and with a scream, the arm that was reaching for his weapon was severed at the elbow!
He needed to immediately distance himself from the crowd to maintain his advantage as a cavalryman, but in such circumstances, this was an almost impossible task.

In the chaos, more thugs hidden in the crowd suddenly launched an attack.

Like water ghosts, they reached out and grabbed the sleeves, armor, and tack of the cuirassiers, dragging them off their tall horses with a ferocious and relentless frenzy.

The warhorse reared up with a mournful cry, only to be entangled by even more people.

The fallen knights were instantly swallowed up by the crowd, and countless poisoned daggers stabbed wildly at the gaps and weak points in their armor.

The mob seized their motor cavalry swords and pistols, and in turn, like a pack of bloodthirsty beasts, howled as they besieged the convoy escorting the relics, attacked the unarmed pilgrims, and ultimately targeted the fighting nuns.

A bloody melee erupted instantly.

The dull thud of the bomb gun and the piercing roar of the chainsaw sword echoed through the sky.

The fighting nuns of the Martyr's Order, known for their fanaticism and courage, displayed an iron will amidst the chaos.

Ignoring the throngs of people, they took it upon themselves to protect the sacred relic, pulling the triggers of their explosive guns at anything that posed a threat to the float—they were willing to fire at anyone who tried to approach the relic for its safety.

Each bomb hit its target precisely, exploding into a spray of blood, and then, with undiminished force, pierced through the body, tearing the person behind it to shreds as well.

"Grand Counsel, clear a path for the nuns' guard to pass through quickly! Hurry!" Yadviga astutely pointed out a feasible route amidst the chaos of the checkpoint.

Just as Javert was preparing to direct the bailiffs to execute the emergency plan, a local Calicus bailiff behind him, who was supposed to assist him in command, suddenly froze, as if he had dozed off due to lack of sleep. After a moment, he raised his head, a strange, fierce glint in his eyes, and abruptly swung his heavy riot baton, smashing it hard against Javert's unsuspecting head. *Clang!*
With a crisp clash of blades, Yadwiga swiftly drew his saber from its sheath and struck the treacherous traitor squarely in the chest.

The disintegrating force field smoothly sliced ​​through the thick carapace, leaving a deep bloody gash on the chest, and the attacker's body immediately collapsed limply to the ground.

Grand Justice Javert gasped, looking at the silver badge pendant with a distinctive bird claw mark that had been sliced ​​off the assassin's chest by Yadwiga at his feet.

Two Gothic law enforcement officers examined the body and confirmed that the person was indeed a member of the local Sintira law enforcement system, and not some imposter who had infiltrated the system.

This indicates that unidentified forces have infiltrated the local law enforcement team, and even the legal stronghold may no longer be safe.

"Damn it!" Jawi ripped the silver badge off the terrazzo floor, clenched it tightly in his hand, and growled angrily, "No wonder the court recruited us out-of-town bailiffs; there are so many scoundrels hiding in the local law enforcement team! Sintira... is rotten to the core!"

Horatio witnessed the entire attack on Javert through his mental command vision.

The Chief Justice's temporary absence meant that command authority for the entire bailiff force was transferred to his commanding hand badge.

"All bailiffs, immediately proceed in the direction of the illusory markers in your vision!" Horatio quickly marked the best path for each squad to break through and divert the crowd with his hand gesture.

These bailiffs from the Gothic Sector had witnessed this commander's incredible, unique command methods, achieved through "ancient technology," before.

Once the order was given, the bailiffs, who had been somewhat confused, immediately found their leader.

Armed with riot shields and high-pressure stun batons, they charged into the out-of-control crowd with precision and ferocity, like black reefs.

Things have escalated to their worst possible state. A sudden and inexplicable riot is about to erupt.

The bailiffs didn't bother to identify who was in front of them; anyone who tried to approach the guard was brutally knocked to the ground with shields and batons.

"Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free" became their only effective course of action at this time.

Faced with the strong counterattack of the bailiffs, many assassins mixed in with the crowd let out desperate and frenzied screams.

They gouged out their own eyes in the same way as the gentleman before them, their bloody eyes staring at the sky through those empty, bloody holes, screaming incomprehensible ravings like "May the radiance protect us!"

Horatio also noticed that some people in the crowd had gouged out their eyes and gone completely blind, unable to see anything, howling and waving their bloodied hands wildly.

Some people, especially fanatical assassins, become even more agile after gouging out their own eyes.

What's even more horrifying is that the force that would normally knock someone to the ground and make them scream in pain is now completely ineffective in stopping this group of fanatical blind men.

They seemed to feel no pain, and their movements were unusually agile. The impact of their madness on people's hearts was no less than that of facing the plague-ridden zombies of Nurgle.

(End of this chapter)