Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 114 No One... Is Unworthy of the Empire

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the ruins of the hive city.

Because the heretics of the cult retreated inexplicably and gave up the occupied middle nest area, the defense army quickly took over the front line and began to set up a new line of defense at the entrance to the lower nest again.

As for the civilians who survived the brutal street fighting during the day, after being baptized by war, their immaturity and confusion faded somewhat from their faces, and they became more determined instead.

The attitude of the Defense Forces and the Ministry of Justice towards these people has become much better than before. They allowed them to withdraw for a temporary rest and sent them some military rations.

Looking at the military rations that were distributed to him, Alvin found it hard to swallow. This thing...if he was not mistaken, it should be corpse starch, right? !
This is a regular planetary defense force!

If the defense forces were eating canned corpse starch, then what were the other forcibly conscripted civilians eating?
"You guys...just eat this?"

The corners of his eyes twitched as he looked at the soldier next to him.

"Hey... it's good to have something to eat, Captain." The boy next to him, who was obviously not very old, touched his crew cut and laughed, "When Governor Hadley was alive, of course we didn't have to eat corpse starch for our rations, but... who made Governor Hadley dead? Our rations naturally dropped several levels, and now we can't even supply this stuff normally."

Damn you Shangchao nobles, how dare you withhold this thing?
Alvin simply couldn't imagine that the hive nobles could be so stupid. You have to know that these were the rations for the defense forces!

Are those damned insects so impatient that they want the cult to break through the gate of the hive so they can cut off all their heads and pile them together?

"Captain, don't you want to eat?"

The young soldier next to him swallowed and stared at the can of corpse starch in his hand. The conspicuousness of it was self-evident.

"Eat it." Alvin stuffed the canned food into the young boy's hand, then stood up and walked towards the military camp.

"Captain, what are you doing?"

The young boy held the can in his hand, a happy expression on his face, and asked the new company commander.

"Don't worry."

Alvin was feeling a little heavy-hearted. He went straight to the center of the military camp, opened the door curtain, and saw Gray staring at the map with a frown on his face, as if he was thinking about his tactics.

Seeing someone coming in, Gray frowned slightly and was about to open his mouth to reprimand, but after seeing who it was, he swallowed his words and continued to stare at the map: "What are you doing here? Are you not used to eating corpse starch and want me to cook for you?"

"Report, Commissar Grey, no."

Alvin knew that Gray was an old-school officer, and if he didn't report it, he would be kicked out.

"Okay, no need to mention your position in private."

Gray glanced at him and sneered, "The way you're standing now, if I were in Cadia, I would have kicked you. But never mind, just tell me what you want from me."

Another one from Cadia?!

Alvin was a little surprised. He originally thought that Political Commissar Gray could recognize the "devil" simply because he had some knowledge. Now it seems that this is not the case at all.

In Cadia, he has probably seen more demons, Chaos Chosen, and Chaos Champions than Roselle has.

"I want to ask... why is it that the rations for our defense army are made of starch from corpses?" Alvin was a little angry.

This thing basically comes from the bottom of its nest. Only scavengers who can't find any garbage will eat it. If there is a choice, who would be willing to eat this thing?

"It's good to have something to eat..."

Unexpectedly, Gray was very calm and said calmly: "Our mission is to defend the Middle Nest. As for the rest... hehe, it's best not to know too much."

"Let us hold on, but what about them?!"

Alvin was really angry.

This is no longer just a bad teammate, but completely treating Zhongchao and even the Planetary Defense Force, the Ministry of Justice, the Riot Suppression Group, etc. as "abandoned pawns"!
Alvin could even imagine what those useless nobles in the upper nest were thinking.

It would be great if the defense forces could stop the cult. If they can't, they can just rely on the Upper Nest's solid defense and wait for support from the Empire. In the worst case scenario... there are also a few nobles who can take a spaceship to leave Roselle!
In a word...it's worth it!
No wonder the empire has been on a downward spiral for thousands of years. How can we restore the glory of the human empire by following this bunch of insects? How can we expel heresy?
Alvin wanted to let the cult rush in and chop off the heads of all those nobles, but reason told him that there was no point in dying together with the insects!
"Is there no one opposing it?"

Alvin was a little unwilling and asked, "What about Governor Hadley's family? Didn't they stand up and oppose it?"

"Hahaha... Hadley? They were all killed." Gray laughed at himself and shook his head: "You should know about the assassination of Governor Galken, right?"

Alvin nodded: "I know, but I don't know exactly what happened."

"What exactly? You don't expect me to tell you the truth, do you?" Gray took a puff of cigarette and said, "I know no more than you do. The planetary governor was killed, and then we were urgently recalled. The last order we received was to defend the hive city and wait for the arrival of the Imperial reinforcements until we shed our last drop of blood for the Emperor and sacrifice our lives."

"Damn insects! Trash!"

Alvin punched the table in anger, his eyes bloodshot: "Those cowardly losers, even at this point, are still thinking about saving themselves? Do they think they can survive if we lose?!"

He was angry at the useless people of Shangchao nobles who were afraid of death!

Although they are enjoying the benefits of the empire, at this time, they are like turtles hiding in their shells.

Damn it! Damn it!

Looking at the indignant Alvin, Gray's eyes were somewhat meaningful, "You are a smart man, kid, but... do you really want to know the reason?"

The look in his eyes gave Alvin a bad feeling.

But after hesitating for a moment, he nodded: "I want to!"

Political Commissar Gray said nothing. He took out an iron box from the inside pocket of his shirt and threw one to Alvin without caring whether he wanted it or not.

Then, she picked up a cigarette, put it to her nose and took a deep breath, then put it between her lips, bit the cigarette butt and glanced at him.

Alvin understood what he meant and took the initiative to light it for him.

Zila...

The tobacco was full of sparks and he took a big puff.

"call……"

Until this moment, Commissar Gray seemed to have briefly put down the burden on his shoulders, revealing a somewhat relaxed expression, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "That day was the Emperor's Ascension Day, and the planetary governor was on parade, but..."

At this point, he paused, his eyes slightly lowered, "No one noticed that there was a cult psyker who mixed into the crowd and killed the planetary governor while no one was paying attention."

"You should know what happened next. When we were urgently recalled from the wild, we learned that the Hadley family... all of them were dead, and their heads were cut off and arranged in a blasphemous Chaos Eight-pointed Star."

"Wait, you're saying...the Hadley family was assassinated by the cult in their homeland in the Upper Nest and had their heads cut off?"

Alvin suddenly had a horrifying thought: "Someone from the cult infiltrated the nobles of the Upper Nest and led this assassination?"

"Yes, the remaining major families had the same idea as you, so they urgently closed the door to the upper nest."

Political Commissar Gray rubbed his brows and sighed, "And up to now... for a full fifteen days, no news has come out of the Upper Nest, except... the last order, to guard the Hive until the last drop of blood is shed, for the Empire, for the God-Emperor, and for humanity!"

"Could it be..."

Alvin's pupils shrank slightly and he felt terrified!

"Boy...you still have too little knowledge."

Gray patted his shoulder, his tone inexplicably heavy, and whispered: "In your impression, the nobles must be greedy for life and afraid of death, so they closed the nest and huddled inside to watch us fight hard outside, right?"

Alvin opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"No one... is unworthy of the Emperor."

Gray's eyes flashed with sadness, and he said softly: "Even if they are nobles, I don't know what other nests are like... But they are worthy of the title of the Empire. Sacrifice... is the cornerstone of the Empire. Life... is the currency of the Emperor. Please use it well. Don't let yourself down, don't let the Empire down, don't... let the Emperor down!"

"Don't let your imagination run wild, kid."

Gray spoke earnestly, looking at the bewildered Alvin, "Don't tell anyone about this. The corpse starch... is because of the incompetence and fear of death of the upper nest nobles. Do you understand?"

(End of this chapter)