Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 229 Hongbei District
It seemed that Venidal was being driven into a panic.

But he believed that Governor Lucyenni should be able to understand. After all, the names of the nobles whose property needed to be confiscated this time, the names of their family members alone would pile up like a mountain on his desk!

With just these few people, let alone before sunset, even if they worked day and night without sleep to search the house, a conservative estimate would be that it would take at least until next month.

"Colonel, are we...really going to do this?"

The adjutant next to him was somewhat worried. That was the upper nesting area of ​​the nobles. Would they really not be retaliated against?

"Humph, what are you afraid of?" Venidal glanced at the adjutant, a bit cruel on his face: "If anything goes wrong, the people above will naturally take responsibility. Now that things have come to this... I am not afraid to tell you, the Governor promised that he would give us 10% of the property seized from the house!"

There are more than a hundred noble families that have been entrenched on the Warning Star for a period of at least a hundred years and at most a thousand years. Even if only one tenth of them exists, it would be an unimaginable wealth!

“One, one percent?!”

The adjutant's eyes widened immediately.

Money can move people's hearts, and soon the fear and terror in his eyes turned into excitement: "Colonel, what are you waiting for? I am willing to lead the armored regiment to open the way!"

Obviously, no one can resist the temptation of house confiscation.

Lucy followed Alvin's advice and divided a part of the profits. This would better stimulate the "subjective initiative" of the Star Army, right?
Facts have proven that even the Astra Militarum, in the face of huge interests, does not mind becoming the "slaughter knife" of the planetary governor. What imperial accountability? What orders from the Ministry of Military Affairs? None of that matters!

The only thing the Empire cares about is the tithe. Apart from that, as long as you give the right reasons, let alone exterminating the vast majority of nobles, even if you rebel and become a planetary governor, the Ministry of the Interior may not necessarily care about you!

The brutal and bloody house raid has begun!

The Astra Militarum Armored Regiment was clearing the way ahead. Whenever they encountered the slightest resistance from any short-sighted family forces, they would immediately mount their petrified lizards and launch a wave of fire towards the inside!
What resistance? There is none!

The imperial nobles are indeed good at raising private soldiers, but even with the best private soldiers, they cannot stop the frontal advance of the Astra Militarum!
A whole six hours!

Vinidal commanded the armored regiment and the infantry regiment, and slaughtered along the west street of Shangchao all the way to the east, and then circled back to the north, slaughtering from top to bottom without blinking an eye!
This day is the day of suffering for the nobles on the Vigilance Star!

The nobles, who were usually arrogant and domineering, were now like trembling ostriches, burying their heads in the ground as hard as they could, fearing that they would be the next to be targeted.

Why didn't the nobles resist?

Actually, it’s not that they don’t resist, but the main reason is that they really can’t win. The Astra Militarum is the Emperor’s army. Although they are often jokingly called coins, but... in fact, being called a coin is already a great honor!
Don't you even look at the enemies of the Astra Militarum? What kind of monsters are they? It's like playing in Hell difficulty and suddenly going back to normal mode. Fighting these nobles is like a joke.

Besides, the Astra Militarum doesn't care at all. If the infantry regiment doesn't work, then they'll use the armored regiment. If the armored regiment still doesn't work... then it's the artillery regiment's turn.

No matter how thick the nobles’ gate is, how many cannonballs can it withstand?

If the Astra Militarum is really forced into a corner, Vinidal is fully qualified to order the 47th Antrel Lions to go out. No matter how powerful you are, can you defeat the loyal stormtroopers?
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the Shangchao area, which used to be brightly lit and bustling with music day and night, has now become as quiet as death. The gathered blood flows into the sewer like a stream, and the air is filled with lingering smoke and blood.

"It's finally over..." Vinidal wiped the sweat off his forehead. He had never imagined that one day he would be so exhausted from 'confiscation' that he would vomit. Fortunately, it was finally over.

Looking at the wealth being shipped out of the last noble's vault, even Venidal couldn't help but be shocked. He said with emotion: "Damn it, I used to think that nobles were rich, but I never knew how rich they were. Today I've learned a lot!"

Not to mention anything else, the wealth pulled out of this noble family alone is enough to pay for ten regiments of the Star Army, a full year's worth of military expenses, and there is even a surplus!
Of course, all the wealth confiscated from the houses needs to be sent to Agamemnon, waiting to be distributed by the Governor-General before being converted into military funds and handed over to the Astra Militarum.

After all, those luxurious decorations, paintings, and artworks are completely useless to the Astra Militarum. It would be more cost-effective to exchange them for something practical to improve their lives and armaments.

The atmosphere in the magnificent banquet hall was extremely depressing.

The bodies of the nobles executed by the Astra Militarum were placed in the hall. The pungent smell of their blood was the best warning to all the remaining nobles.

However, this was hard for those nobles who usually lived a life of luxury. As Lucyennie sat on the chair and didn't say anything, no one dared to get up. They just knelt until sunset, their knees almost stiff, but no one dared to speak.

Mars is an old nobleman. Not only does his family have a long history, but he himself is also quite old. He looked at Luciennie longingly countless times, hoping that she would give him some face.

It's a pity that Lucy Ennie ignored them all.

Until, Venidar, covered in blood, stepped into this magnificent hall, hit his chest with his right fist, and a dull, deep voice spread throughout the hall: "Your Excellency the Governor, Colonel Venidar of the Star Army has been ordered to eliminate heretics. All have been completed. A total of 174 families, no one survived!"

You could hear a pin drop in the entire hall!
The kneeling nobles had expressions of horror on their faces. They guessed that the punishment might be cruel, but they thought that at most they would just pick a few examples to intimidate them.

Who would have thought that from the beginning to the end, they had no intention of intimidating them at all, but to eradicate them completely!
So cruel!

Under the terrified gazes of the nobles, Lucyanne slowly stood up from her chair and walked step by step to the center of the hall. Her eyes were as sharp as knives, sweeping over the kneeling nobles one by one.

"I will only say this once."

Her voice was very calm, without any fluctuations at all, but the murderous intent in her tone frightened all the nobles: "I hope you can remember that there is only one planetary governor on Vigilance, and there is only one Agamemnon. I hope that after you return, you'd better think clearly and don't take the wrong path, lest you become traitors to the empire, understand?"

This sentence was an outright threat, and the implicit meaning was simple: to make them recognize clearly who they should support. If anyone was blind, they would be considered a heretic!

No one would care about the truth, just like no one would question Lucyenni, are all the nobles she purged today heretics or aliens?

No one would ask unless you don't plan to live anymore.

We are all smart people and know when to stop. Even if there are fools who can see the situation clearly, they have been eliminated just now.

Seeing the fear in the eyes of many nobles, Lucienne knew that the time had come and further pressure would only backfire, so she said, "Praise the Emperor, you have successfully passed the test. From now on, you are... my friends, Agamemnon. We are never stingy when it comes to friends!"

As she spoke, Lucy pretended to help Mars, who was about to faint, up and said with a smile, "I remember you. The Mars family also fought for your majesty in the Milky Way. In order to make up for my apology today, I am willing to hand over all the properties and factories of the Kurse family to you. How about it?"

After a beating, it's the turn of the sweet dates.

When it comes to dividing up the profits, no one is smarter than the nobles. Mars, who was still mourning the death of the rabbit a second ago, immediately perked up when he heard this, his eyes widened: "Sir Governor, how can you be wrong? It's clearly those damn heretics who are wrong. We should thank you for getting rid of these damn insects for the Empire and for Vigilance!"

The other nobles' eyes twitched and they all cast strange looks at him. If he were not for the fact that he was a veteran noble, the speed at which he changed his expression was enough for everyone to learn from.

"Of course, everyone who passed the test today has made a contribution!" Lucyennie smiled and looked at everyone: "If you have made a contribution, then you should be rewarded. Those vacant properties, industries, factories... just consider them as my little token of appreciation, and also as a tiny compensation to the loyal subjects of the empire!"

Tell me earlier!
The nobles' backs and knees were no longer sore, and their faces were filled with smiles. They all stood up from the ground and echoed:

"That's right, we should thank the Governor-General for protecting our safety. It's all the fault of those heretics!"

"I firmly support His Excellency the Governor!"

"Your Excellency Governor, on behalf of the Charles family, I swear allegiance to you. We stand firmly on your side!"

The depressing atmosphere was swept away in an instant.

At this time, the waiters who had been instructed entered the hall one by one and brought expensive drinks. Luciennie raised her glass and looked at everyone with a smile: "For the empire, for Agamemnon... I toast to you all!"

"To the great Governor Lucienni Agamemnonus!"

Outside, blood flowed like a river, but in the magnificent hall, the nobles were all smiling, toasting their glasses to celebrate, and praising the wise and great Governor Agamemnon.

As the cups were clinked, the bloody and cruel political purge came to a perfect end. No noble was mourning for those who had died. They only lay on the dead bodies like vultures, gnawing on the flesh and blood of the fallen nobles!
Everyone got what they wanted.

And what Governor Lucienne got was... power. From now on, no one in the entire Hyperion District would dare to disobey the majesty of Agamemnon!

But all this is thanks to one person!

The banquet lasted until late at night. After feeding those greedy nobles, Lucyenne could not wait, or to be more precise, she dared not delay, and went straight to the Valshus mansion.

This time, she hid her whereabouts to avoid being guessed by those cunning nobles.

At the door was Niergas, the leader of the killing squad. He seemed to have guessed that she would come. "Your Excellency the Governor, my young master has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me."

Soon, she came to a smaller living room again and saw Alvin sitting at the dining table in the candlelight with exquisite meals on it. In his arms... was a little girl with dry yellow hair, a thin body, but bright eyes.

"Here you go, sit down."

Alvin gently wiped the soup from the corner of the little girl's lips and rubbed her head: "Okay, brother wants to talk about something, Penny is going to find sister Elsa, you should go to bed."

"Yeah~see you tomorrow, brother!"

Little Penny was very well-behaved. After wiping her mouth, she got down from his arms and skipped out of the room. Before leaving, she waved to them politely: "Goodbye, brother. Goodbye, auntie!"

"Good-bye..."

Lucy's mind was a little confused, she subconsciously waved her hand, looked at Alvin, and hesitated to speak, but then she thought... maybe he would like this? Alvin saw the ambiguity in her eyes, but he was too lazy to explain, and said lightly: "Is everything done?"

"Yes, it has all been done, Sir Alvin."

Lucyennie came back to her senses and bowed her head in respect. "This time, we purged 174 noble families. According to the agreement, 50% of the assets seized from their vaults belong to you. I have ordered people to seal them up. You can take them away at any time."

"Except for weapons, everything else will be exchanged for supplies and distributed to civilians in the middle and lower nests." Alvin said lightly, and with just one sentence, he spent countless wealth.

Even Lucy was shocked: "You...you mean..."

"Wasn't I clear enough?"

Alvin glanced at her and repeated, "Except for weapons, armaments, and minerals, all remaining luxury goods will be exchanged for supplies and distributed to the civilians in the Middle and Lower Nests."

In fact, the most meaningful and useful property of those nobles is only weapons and armaments. Other than that... luxury goods, works of art, etc. are of little use to traveling merchants.

Besides, with the resources of two worlds that he now controls, the wealth has long lost its practical value. It would be better to give it to those who need it more. It can be regarded as... making up for some of the debt he owes to little Penny.

Although he often encountered intrigues and deceptions when he was a scavenger, many people also helped him. So Alvin didn't mind helping those civilians within his ability.

"Yes, Sir Alvin."

Seeing his firm attitude, Lucyanne didn't know what to say. She secretly reminded herself that judging from Alvin's attitude, she would have to pay more attention to the civilians in the Middle Nest and the Lower Nest in the future.

Suddenly, the communicator in his arms vibrated, causing Alvins to frown slightly. He then gave the order to leave: "Nothing else, Your Excellency the Governor can go back now."

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Sir Alvin."

Lucy's cautious look was a complete change from before.

This scene is simply full of drama.

In just a few days, the positions of the two sides quietly changed, and Alvin became the dominant party.

In fact, from the moment Lucienne massacred the nobles, there was no turning back.

Either he completely sided with Valsius, or he waited for the State Religion and Huangquan No. 8 to jointly seize more power from him!

Looking at Lucy's departure, Alvin checked the communicator with a headache. As expected, it was that guy Rosales. He guessed that he must have encountered difficulties again.

"Sir Alvin, your prediction has been verified."

In the small communicator, Rosales' projection did not seem to be in good condition.

The robotic arm that was removed last time was not reinstalled this time, and it seemed to be hiding in a dark place. The whole person looked extremely embarrassed.

"Sir Rosales, you didn't escape?" Alvin had a strange look on his face. How could the great sage of the Dark Mechanicus become like this after just a few days of not seeing him?

"Well, it's complicated." Rosales said with a very sad tone, aggrieved: "I listened to your advice and ran away that day, but after thinking about it, I really had no other place to go, so I returned to Celerus."

"and then?"

Alvin was puzzled. Even if he returned to Celerus, he shouldn't have ended up like this.

"That's where the problem lies. Damn Tyranids. Because they infiltrated many people, the Mechanicus launched an investigation." At this point, Rosales sighed deeply: "You should be able to guess what happened next. My identity was discovered."

No wonder it turned out like this, it makes so much sense!
You know, the attitude of the Martian Mechanicus towards the Dark Mechanicus has always been to spare no expense!
This can be fully referenced by the religious wars in the 2K era.

The Mechanicus might not take heretics seriously, but when it comes to pagans, there is zero tolerance.

But isn't Rosales too unlucky?
Alvin felt that he was a little unlucky as he was involved in everything that happened on the Alert Planet.

"Sir Alvin, I really need your help." Obviously, Rosales had been forced into a desperate situation, otherwise he would never ask outsiders for help.

He thought for a long time, and it seemed that the only person who had the ability to rescue him was Alvin.

"Sir Alvin, I know this is a very dangerous thing for you."

Without waiting for him to speak, Rosales spoke hastily: "But I have no other choice. If you are willing to help me, I will pay you the corresponding 'reward' as the profit of your adventure."

Speaking of "remuneration", Alvin became interested: "Tell me more about the reward."

"You should know that in the space warrior transformation surgery, in addition to the most important gene seed, the implanted organ is also very important!" In order to survive, Rosales said with pain: "I am willing to pay 50 sets of implanted organs as a reward for this time!"

Fifty sets of implanted organs seemed good. However, Alvin, who was familiar with Rosales' character, deliberately showed hesitation.

"Mr. Rosales, it's not that I don't want to save you." He hesitated for a few seconds, and said solemnly: "But you should know that this is the territory of the Mechanicus. It is too difficult to take you away under their noses."

On the other side of the communicator, Rosales, who was hiding in the sewer, saw this and wanted to stab him through the screen.

What do you mean it's too difficult? It's clearly a hint that he needs to pay more!
But when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Rosales knew how difficult this matter was, so he pinched his nose and said, "Mr. Alvin, I can replace your organs with ten sets of Primaris Space Marine implants. You should understand how important this is!"

Primaris Space Marines have three more implants than Space Marines.

The strengthened Primaris Space Marines will be taller in size, and their gene-seed will be more stable, reducing the probability of mutation.

At the same time, the speed, strength and other aspects will surpass the original Space Marines!
It is now 999.M41, the eve of the Indomitus Crusade. The number of Primaris Space Marines has not yet expanded to the amount that it would in the later period, so each set of implanted organs is extremely precious and rare. After all, even the Dark Mechanicus would find it difficult to get too many.

He could offer ten sets at once, and Alvin calculated that this was already the highest price.

"Okay, it's a deal, Mr. Rosales." Alvin made the final decision and said earnestly, "Please hold on for a few more days. I need to take care of something and will arrive at the Celerus Nest soon."

With Alvin's assurance, Rosales breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, I will insist on waiting for you, Sir Alvin."

After the call was disconnected, Alvin sighed, "It looks like we have to go to Celerus in the end."

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open. He looked up and saw that it was Elsa.

Seeing Elsa limping in, he frowned and said with some displeasure, "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to go and recuperate?"

"I was worried about you, so I came to see you." Elsa looked at him aggrievedly, and mist seemed to rise in her beautiful eyes.

"Forget it, forget it. I don't blame you." Alvin couldn't stand women's tears. He sighed helplessly and changed the subject: "Is Penny asleep?"

"I was coaxed to sleep just now, master." Elsa stuck out her tongue, looking quite cute.

I don’t know if it’s because of the assassination by the Dark Eldar, but the injured Elsa seems to have become more dependent on him.

"You should go and rest soon. Once your injuries are healed, there will be a lot of things to do."

As Alvin was talking, he pinched his brows as usual, but Elsa seemed to have put on her feathers in advance, came gently behind him, and massaged him gently: "I just hurt my leg, it's not that serious, you see~ Can't I still massage you?"

This hit Alvin's weak spot, and he couldn't help but smile.

Yes, I don’t know since when, he has become somewhat dependent on Elsa.

"Please contact Carol for me."

Alvin closed his eyes, enjoying Elsa's massage, and whispered, "It's time to go to Hongbei District, the territory of Huangquan No. 8."

Hearing this, Elsa paused, seeming a little surprised: "Are we going to Hongbei District so soon?"

"Well, I have to go."

Alvin nodded slightly, closed his eyes and said, "The gene seeds brought by Rosales must be recovered as soon as possible."

He didn't really care about Rosales' life or death, but he had to get the gene seeds and implanted organs.

The implication of Rosales' words was very simple. If he didn't go to rescue them, he would have no chance of getting the gene seeds.

So, no matter what, he had to go to Celerus.

Not for Rosales, but for his 'Starfighter'!
(End of this chapter)