Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 843, page 08.842: 'I am the law!'

The Grand Counsel's threats clearly had no effect on the aliens, instead eliciting a burst of mocking laughter.

"Heh heh... kill these noisy barbaric monkeys." The leader of the conspiracy squad let out a sharp yet pleasant chuckle, as if he were watching an amusing drama.

He extended his hand, clad in an exquisite bone glove, and gracefully pointed to Grand Solicitor Javert. He then whispered an order in Ida to his accomplices, each syllable filled with mockery and cruelty: “Tear the tongue off that fool with the golden bird in his head while he’s still alive. I’m going to use it to polish my boots.”

Then, with an innate arrogance, he turned around, as if the wall behind him, forged from steel and faith, was nothing but an illusion.

He turned his gaze back to the command throne, where the intense gunfire and the groans of the wounded were the true symphony he cared about.

Once they occupy that area and initiate the self-destruct sequence, these ridiculous savage monkeys will soon explode into a dazzling cloud of cosmic dust in the vacuum, along with their wrecked ships. Then they will realize how foolish and laughable their journey to the Void and the Spiral Line was.

The leader wanted them to make an example of someone, so those who dared to obstruct him would have their warm heads offered as the best spoils of war to the conspirators.

"Upholding the will of the law!" Javert's roar, like the war drums of the courtroom, thundered through the loudspeaker, announcing the start of the execution.

Before the words were even finished, more than a dozen short, dark figures whistled out from the gaps in the shield array surrounding Grand Justice Javert at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

They didn't run, but skimmed low over the ground like black arrows released from a bow, or like a deadly gale sweeping across the plains, rushing straight at the seemingly loose but deadly Ducalli alien formation with an acceleration that completely defied the laws of biomechanics.

Even the Adaling, known for their agility and reaction speed, couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief when faced with such astonishing pure speed enhanced by advanced technology.

Their graceful movements were momentarily halted, as if time had frozen around them for a split second.

When the first member of the conspiracy, relying on the Xenomorph's unique keen intuition, subconsciously raised his arm, which was covered in a dark purple gauntlet, in an attempt to block the black shadow that suddenly rushed in front of him, and instinctively leaped backward, he finally caught the true appearance of the black shadow in his dynamic vision—it was a robust, ancient, and ferocious creature called a Doberman Pinscher.

(I am the law!)

However, unlike the canine creatures described in ancient books, this monstrous monkey was equipped with a smooth, shiny black carapace, but its limbs had been replaced with rugged and reliable metal prosthetics with shock-absorbing pistons.

Even more chilling is that its entire lower jaw has been completely transformed into a pair of sharp, menacing, toothed adamantium jaws driven by miniature servo motors, capable of shattering ceramic armor.

Those electronic eyes, radiating a bloodthirsty red light, flashed with undisguised, programmed killing commands.

Crack! Crackle! — Accompanied by the ear-piercing sounds of bones shattering and metal twisting, the first scream suddenly tore through the air.

The Ducari let out a shrill, twisted scream as the mechanical hound brutally bit and tore off his arm armor along with his arm guard as he tried to block!

The snow-white muscle tissue and stark white bones were instantly exposed to the air, and the alien's bright red blood gushed out like a fountain, appearing shocking under the red light of the alarm.

It endured the excruciating pain, threw away the poison crystal gun in its other hand, and nimbly drew a poisoned scimitar from its waist, attempting to stab the mechanical hound in the head.

However, at this critical moment, the second mechanical hound nimbly leaped from its companion's back, pouncing on its chest like a black lightning bolt. Its sharp, metallic jaws snapped shut on its throat, and with a crisp sound of its neck bones shattering, it completely ended all its resistance.

The heart-wrenching screams, like the horns of death, instantly attracted the attention of the other Ducali Xenomorphs.

They witnessed the horrific state of their companions and felt a familiar yet unprecedented and extremely intense pain from those screams—the despair of prey being torn apart alive.

Two mechanical hounds, one in front and one behind, were biting Ducalli's body tightly.

They were engaged in a bloody tug-of-war, tearing backward with a violent force—whoosh!—accompanied by a nauseating sound of flesh being ripped apart, Ducalli's torso was severed in two, and a warm rain of blood mixed with shattered organs was splashed onto the cold metal deck.

The two hounds shook their blood-stained heads, flinging the mangled pieces of the corpse away like trash, where they landed with a dull thud in the distance. Instead, they turned to look at the other aliens awaiting their execution.

More mechanical hounds swept past them like a black torrent of steel.

With their agile speed, they dodged the poisonous crystals shot by the Ducali aliens, which were powerful enough to melt steel, and launched a surprise attack on the enemy in front of them with astonishing speed. In an instant, they shattered the Ducali's originally elegant and tight formation, creating huge chaos and panic.

Following closely behind the mechanical hounds, the heavily armored law enforcement officers held their riot shields tightly in front of them, forming a slow but unstoppable line of advance. They gripped stun batons that crackled with blue electricity, the low hum emanating from the batons seeming to imprison lightning.

With synchronized, deck-shaking steps, they launched an unstoppable charge, determined to crush all those aliens who dared to defy imperial law under the iron hooves of justice.

call out--!
Just then, a sharp, elongated engine roar, accompanied by a piercing whistle that tore through the air, swept down from above the bridge.

Ducalli's "Raider" jet motorcycle team, which was originally hunting down the upper-level Hellsoldier in a cat-and-mouse game, was now forced to abandon their prey, abruptly change direction, and swoop down to deal with the sudden, larger, and deadlier threat in front of them.

"Attention! Enemy lightweight flying vehicle!" Jawi waved his hand, his steady voice echoing throughout the command bridge.

The bailiffs around him, armed with "Enforcer" shotguns, moved swiftly and decisively, raising their guns almost instantly upon receiving the order, aiming them at the enemy hurtling through the sky.

Fortunately, these jet motorcycles appear to have exhausted their deadly scythe missiles in the previous battle against the Hellslingers.

Those brave elite soldiers used their own blood to create a precious opportunity for the bailiffs who were advancing in formation, preventing them from being beheaded by the shockwaves of missiles on their way to the front.

However, Ducati riders on motorcycles still have enough means to kill these mortals on the ground with their prized vehicles.

The razor-sharp blades on both sides of the motorcycle can easily sever the head of anyone who dares to stand in its way while flying at high speed.

This tactic has always worked against the Astronauts. The laser guns in the hands of the monkeys are almost impossible to hit such a fast target. And these monkeys are elite riders who have been riding in the Comoros Arena for centuries. Riding jet motorcycles is as natural as breathing for them.

The rider looked at the bailiffs' neat formation and even felt a little reluctant to leave, like a child who was reluctant to eat a beautiful cake—if you cut it with a knife, the neat row of heads would fly up one after another like waves in the audience. Ah, this is just too perfect!

"Fire!"

boom!boom!boom!boom!
Dozens of shotguns roared simultaneously, their muzzle flashes forming a crimson curtain of death.

A storm of bullets formed an impenetrable metal barrage, heading straight at the diving jet motorcycle.

The barrage was so wide that the first rider didn't even have time to dodge before being violently "scraped" off his motorcycle by the dense storm of projectiles, landing on the deck like a tattered rag doll.

His out-of-control jet motorcycle let out a shriek, streaking through black smoke as it hurtled towards a distant pillar, exploding into a burning pile of scrap metal with a deafening roar.

The sharp blade spun into the air under the force of the explosion, and finally, with a "thud," it plunged deep into the deck.

The rider who was shot down had fist-sized holes in his breastplate, from which blood was gushing out.

But perhaps due to the alien's unique body structure, it was able to survive such severe damage.

The alien hissed in pain, struggling and using its last bit of strength to crawl backward, trying to get away from the approaching steel defense made of adamantine shields.

Heavy, rhythmic footsteps rang in its ears, each step like a death knell tolling for it.

An officer walked past it and stopped.

He gripped the tall riot shield tightly in one hand, while the stun baton in his other hand was fully charged, with blue arcs of electricity crackling at the tip.

The law enforcement officer looked down at the writhing alien at his feet, his voice coming through the speaker on his visor, cold and devoid of any emotion: "Criminal, you have violated Article 341 of the Imperial Penal Code by armed intrusion and attack on Imperial property. You are hereby sentenced to death, to be carried out immediately."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the shock baton swung down with a piercing shriek that tore through the air, leaving an afterimage that was too blurry to be seen with the naked eye.

The next moment, the Ducati rider's head, like a juicy fruit, shattered into dozens of pieces with a dull thud, scattering brain matter and blood in all directions.

(End of this chapter)