Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 543 06.0542: "The sin of heresy must be paid with blood"

'Heretic' is an extremely serious crime in the human empire, a sin so serious that it can only be paid for with death.

The shield formation was opened instantly, and a large group of armed sailors wearing heavy riot helmets, sturdy naval armor, and waving electromagnetic riot batons in their hands rushed towards the Guvisa faction.

The armed sailors themselves are the stability maintenance team on the warship. Both their equipment and training are designed to suppress sailor rebellions or eliminate enemy boarding troops in narrow terrain.

When it comes to professional riot control, the navy sailors are undoubtedly better than the Astra Militarum. After all, riots happen almost every day on large ships above the cruiser level. Whether it is genuine dissatisfaction or corruption and mutation by the warp, it is the same for the armed sailors, and they can only stop by slaughtering.

Furthermore, no one would mobilize the Astra Militarum just for some riots. Even if they did, when they arrived, it would not be a riot suppression mission no matter what the situation was.

The Imperial Navy's armed forces rushed towards the opposition, wielding electric batons.

Horatio fed them with the Haiqin Kitchen's premium meals so that they were fat and strong, and each of them had a strong and sturdy build.

The sailors also offered their loyalty to the captain: "I have served for so many years, and the food I eat with Captain Cochran is the best. Please rest assured, Captain, I eat your premium meals and receive your bonuses. If I can't swing six sticks in one second, it's my problem!"

Those who refused to change were beaten to the ground by electric batons, their heads bleeding. The crackling sound of the electric batons made them scream and roll on the ground.

The shooter tried to escape with the help of the crowd, and the Guvisas wanted to stop the boarders with their bodies, but their size was no match for a boarder who was as big as two men. The impact of their shields directly knocked the obstructers to the ground like bowling pins.

The boarding team members chased after him with electric batons and boarding shields. The attacker panicked and grabbed the bag in his hand and threw it out.

boom!
Inside was an explosive wrapped in bearing balls, but thanks to the sturdy boarding shield, the boarding team members were only blown down. Their 'space cotton' armored suits, which were heavy enough to withstand small explosives such as grenades, absorbed the shock wave and fragments of the explosion.

But some Guvisa sect members were affected and injured in the explosion. The injured fell to the ground and there was widespread grief.

"The Imperial Army is killing people!" Some spies disguised in the crowd of Guvisa supporters tried to record this scene and then tried to send it to the planet's social network.

Horatio, standing on a high place, had sharp eyes and instantly marked these people with big red labels.

The spies hiding there found that their signals were being interfered with and could not be sent out at all.

At this moment, all signals and TV towers in other parts of the planet were broadcasting the righteous sermons of the Holy Rosary Sisters. Anyone who raised questions was refuted and speechless. Most blocks maintained good order. The indigenous people sat in their homes and watched the debates of the combat sisters with relish, having no idea what was happening in another distant city.

Just as Horatio always believed, preaching is just a relatively gentle and rational way to reduce the cost of maintaining stability and suppression. After all, no one can stand fires everywhere.

But once you can stabilize the overall situation, then for those stubborn blackheads on the epidermis, you just need to strike hard and turn them into powder!
When the boarding team members got up from the ground covered in dust, they turned around suddenly and saw these people with red tags on their heads. They were filled with anger that they had no way to vent.

They rushed forward with gnashing teeth, swinging their electric batons and beating the traitors until they screamed. First, they knocked their recording equipment to the ground, then crushed it with a big void magnetic boot. The next second, the electric batons went straight to their faces, beating them to a bloody mess, and their eyeballs were pulled out of their sockets.

The attackers with guns drawn were still fleeing, but Horatio, who had a bird's-eye view of the overall situation through his command, had already mobilized a second group of people to take the retreat route and be ready for battle.

state!
Just as the attacker rushed around a corner, a boarding shield swung over and hit him hard in the face.

"Ah!" The attacker fell to the ground with a thud. The force of the blow was so great that his front teeth were knocked out. Almost immediately, he was surrounded by the navy boarding team members who were so tall that they blocked out the sunlight. The electric sparks on the electric batons were crackling.

"Fuck you! Beat him!" As soon as he finished speaking, he knocked the traitor, who had just sat up, to the ground with a stick.

"How many benefits have you received from the aliens?! Damn it! You can't even tell who you are, and you're still dreaming of being an alien's servant?!" The stun batons were swung at the traitors, and they beat and kicked them.

The attacker tried to protect his head with his hands, but an electric baton broke the entire palm of his hand, and half of his palm hung down unnaturally.

"Nu! Nu! Sir... Sir, Sir, stop hitting me! I! I am an Imperial!"

"Imperial? Okay, you're the one who later rebelled against the Empire, right? Beat him to death! Damn you traitor!"

But the Guvisas mobilized by these spies were not unprepared. Some armed men pressed over from the other end of the alley.

"With guns, right?" Horatio saw these armed thugs through binoculars: "These are not ordinary thugs! Call for air support immediately!"

"Stand at attention! Shooting!" At Louise's command, the armed sailors gathered together and pointed their guns at the rioters.

"Fire!"

Blazing! Laser gun beams shot towards the opposite side in unison, burning many people's bodies, and the unpleasant smell of burning filled the entire street.

As the conflict escalated, the Sisters of the Holy Rose put away their previous gentle and eloquent image and demonstrated another way of serving the Emperor that they were even better at.

Sister Arabella traded her scripture for a Godwin-Diaz bolter.

The Pure Angels jumped into the pre-prepared bunker. According to what intelligence officer Lina said before the operation, this was originally a gathering place for the diehard members of the Tau Empire.

Those who can be converted through preaching should have already joined the Empire, so the rest are all heretics! Those who don't resist are heretics! Those who resist are well-trained heretics!
And heretics should be destroyed!
Relying on the preset cover, the well-trained naval forces and the battle sisters started a target shooting exercise.

Although these ancient Visars had undergone some militia training, their equipment was not comprehensive - the Astra Militarum and Astartes had destroyed and confiscated many of their arsenals, and the rest was secretly smuggled and provided by spies.

But the number is really limited, the weapons are of varying quality, and some people even took out very old-fashioned single-shot civilian pulse guns.

They were like rabbits, shot down by lasers, torn apart by shotguns, and shattered by grenade launchers.

As the two sides fired at each other across the cover.

On the flank, the battle sisters holding flamethrowers followed Horatio's command and followed the path points he marked to the side of the mob. They took a step forward and pulled the trigger of the flamethrower towards the street without waiting for the mob to turn around. The raging flames sprayed towards the mob like a fire dragon, instantly drowning dozens of people. "Ah!——"

The mob, their bodies on fire, scrambled to jump out from behind the barricades and escape, but after a few steps they fell to the ground and were burned into charred corpses by the raging flames.

But this was just the beginning. In dealing with these mobs, Horatio was prepared for the possible escalation of the situation.

Arabella is responsible for negotiating before taking action. If the effect is minimal, then purifying the entire block will be Horatio's job.

The rumbling sound of the Astra Militarum Leman Russ tanks became louder, and they raised the bulldozers in front of them and drove towards the barricade.

The pulse weapon punched a glowing red hole in the bulldozer, but it failed to penetrate the front armor behind the shovel.

Five Lemanus tanks were lined up in a row, advancing in unison towards the other end of the street.

The heavy bombs on the vehicle body fired non-stop at all those who were labeled as heretics outside, tearing them apart with the barrage of bullets. The broken limbs and flesh that were instantly exploded by the explosive arrows were smeared on the walls and streets, like ugly street graffiti.

Squeak! Leman Russ turned the turret and pointed directly at the covered bridge on the street.

boom!
There was a deafening explosion, and the collapsed covered bridge fell straight down, burying all the rioters in the barricade below.

The tanks were moving, and as they approached the forward barricade, the dozer blades were raised forward and lowered.

Huge shovels pushed through from below, lifting the composite barricade out of the ground.

“Ah! Ah! No! No! Ah! Ah!!!”

A rioter whose leg was injured by a bolt of lightning shrapnel pulled out the jammed pulse rifle and fired, but the Leman Russ tank raised its proud gun barrel and ran over the man directly.

When dozens of tons of weight gathered on the tracks on both sides and pressed through them, only a pool of indescribable substance was left on the ground, with a bright red track rut.

"The Falcon Squadron has arrived above the war zone."

Four Valkyries roared in from high in the sky, and the pilots figuratively used the word "war zone".

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The pilot pressed the red button, and they fired a barrage of rockets at the street, clearing the bomb pods mounted under both wings in the blink of an eye.

The speeding high-speed air-launched rockets almost instantly destroyed the final barricade that the Guvisas had built to fight a desperate battle with the empire.

A series of rockets exploded on the main road, knocking down several people with flying fragments. Shrapnel streaked across the face of one man, tearing off his entire jaw.

The Jawless Man fell to the ground, and no one knew what he was thinking in the last scene in his empty eyes.

With regret? Or with no regrets for the greater good? No one knows, and no one wants to know.

In this world where it’s a fight to the death, humanity’s philosophy of survival is simple - kill all the enemies, or replace them if they don’t change their minds!
Unbridled and unlimited force was unleashed upon these heretics who had been sentenced to death.

I don't care about you, the empire is so big! If you don't want to live in Basol, there are many people who want to live in Basol!

In a series of huge explosions, broken limbs were blown hundreds of meters away by the shock waves, and broken bodies were scattered all over the ground. Eyeballs half hanging on the face, half of the jaw was missing, the lower body was torn off, and the intestines and internal organs were scattered all over the ground. This hellish scene was destroying the fighting will of these mobs all the time.

"Ulva...no..." A young Guvisa woman with tears in her eyes crawled to the side of the Guvisa woman who was blown to the point where only her upper body was left, her mouth open and facing the sky, her eyes already empty.

"No... these brutal and hostile people! Ah!!!"

Suddenly, a silver hand pressed on his shoulder from behind, and the man turned around as if he had lost his soul.

That was the beautiful black-haired nun who preached at the pulpit, but at this moment, she was wearing a cold and faceless Sharel helmet.

Buzz! The motor of the chainsaw sword in her hand roared.

"It's time for you to be with her, but not in the Golden Throne, but lost in the cold void."

laugh! ! !
The next moment, the high-speed rotating chainsaw sword stabbed straight into his body, piercing through half of the woman's body.

As Sister Arabella waved her arm.

puff!
Flesh and blood splattered more than ten meters along the chainsaw sword, and the black and red blood, which was the same as that of others, spilled on the cold pure white power armor and flowed slowly.

For Arabella, this was just another ordinary scene in the dozens of armed sermons she had experienced.

In one second she can be tearfully singing praises to the Emperor, and in the next second she can be ruthlessly stabbing her enemy's heart with a chainsaw sword.

She is a happy nun when traveling with Horatio, but once she enters the battlefield, she is no longer Arabella, but a pure angel who serves the Most Holy Lord of Humanity wholeheartedly.

"Our duty is to spread the glory of the Emperor to every inch of the galaxy. No matter how much blood is stained on this road of preaching, we must carry it through to the end."

Bang bang bang!
She raised the grenade launcher in her hand and used her superb marksmanship to kill all the Guvisas who were injured by shrapnel by headshot.

The combat nuns holding holy promethium flamethrowers lined up in a line, and their silver fingers pulled the triggers, turning all the disobedience into flames and ashes.

(End of this chapter)