Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 94 Blood debt must be paid with blood

The old man opened his eyes wide, revealing despair and unwillingness.

He forced himself to say his last words and then breathed his last.

The skinny hands fell down helplessly, and there ended the life.

Ryan gently placed the old man's body on the ground, and his face, which was as cold as ice for thousands of years, showed a trace of pity.

“May you rest in peace.”

After Ryan stood up, he turned back into the cold Lord of Caliban and King of Knights.

"Let's go."

The Primarch walked in front.

Afuka and others followed closely behind with weapons in hand.

The ancient palace gate is in ruins.

There were traces of battle everywhere.

The wide corridors were littered with body parts.

The dead man's frozen face showed an unrelieved fear.

As you walk in, you can see signs of destruction in the rooms and halls inside.

Sculptures and murals with a rich history have been destructively desecrated.

Broken bodies of all kinds can be seen everywhere, and blood has stained the floors and columns red.

"It was a horrible massacre," Afka said. "Those monsters killed everyone here."

"The enemy will pay the price for what they have done."

"We will find the space snowman's homeworld wherever it is, and make them pay with blood."

Ryan said calmly.

But one can feel his determination and murderous intent.

They went deeper and deeper, all the way to the Ruler's Hall at the deepest part of the palace.

The hall was in a mess, with cold bodies lying everywhere.

The slightly dim lumen lights swayed in the dome, casting long and thin shadows.

Several steam engines are still in operation.

The sound of gears meshing mixed with the engine noise, echoing lonely.

Ryan and others searched the hall and found a secret entrance.

"This is a secret passage." Astelan said, "It seems that the so-called secret is inside."

The moment Ryan opened the door.

boom! boom! boom!
Intensive gunfire rang out.

The dark secret passage was lit up by the flash of gunfire.

The incoming bullets failed to cause any harm to Ryan.

It only left insignificant dents on the surface of his armor.

"Asteran, Luther, don't shoot, they're just a few kids."

Ryan didn't fight back.

Instead, he immediately reached out and pressed down the guns of the accompanying soldiers.

Then he shouted into the dark secret passage.

"Come out, we are not enemies."

Several children aged fifteen or sixteen walked out of the dark secret passage.

There was an expression of indescribable fear on their faces.

My body is shaking uncontrollably.

"who are you?"

The boy in the lead was young, but he had the aura of a superior.

"Who are you?" Ryan asked back.

"I am Slovo Tallin, the only heir of the Tallin family," the boy replied.

"I've seen you." Afuka walked out of the crowd, "We are envoys from the Empire. What happened here?"

"It's you guys." The boy glared at Afuka, "We told you to stay away, but you insisted on coming again and again."

"My sister gave you a tip out of kindness, but the whole city was massacred by those monsters."

"Your sister?" Afuka looked puzzled.

Slovo Tallin took out a blood-stained fairy tale book, opened it, and found a page torn.

"It was the girl you hugged the last time you came here. She tore off the article about the boy and the snowman and quietly put it in your pocket, hoping that you could understand the metaphor inside and not come here again."

"Those monsters saw this behavior as a provocation, so they punished the city."

"That's not our intention." Afka looked apologetic. "We just want you to be protected by the Empire."

"No one can protect us." Slovo showed his arm with a snowflake emblem on it. "Those cursed monsters have already carved the slave mark on our bodies."

"No matter where we flee, they will chase us and use our dreams, our thoughts, to kill us."

"Do those monsters hate you that much?" Afoka asked.

Slovo explained why.

"Our ancestors drove them away, sending them rolling back into the cold starry sky. Now that we are weak, they have returned."

"They treated us as slaves and food, and tortured us in every way they could, just to vent their old hatred."

Humanity’s dominance in the Golden Age was not achieved by other races yielding to it.

It was fought with force. At that time, many alien races were expelled by humans and forced to wander.

When humanity declined, the races that had been expelled returned with hatred.

Apparently, the Space Snowman is one of them.

"We can help you solve this problem."

Ryan ordered someone to bring in the snowman's head and place it in front of the children.

When they saw the snowman's head, Slovo and other children showed fear.

"How dare you? Those snowmen never act alone, but in groups. If you kill one, you will attract a whole group."

"We only saw this one, maybe it was alone," Afoka explained.

Slovo shook his head. "That's impossible. They never live alone. Did you see any snowmen on the road?"

Afoka nodded, "We saw it. There were a lot of them. We thought you guys had piled them up."

"How could we possibly build such horrible things?" Slovo said, "Those are its kind. They are cursed from the warp."

"When they fall asleep, they transform into harmless snowmen."

"Only when hunting will it move like a living being."

Slovo warned: "You better run away quickly, they will come to take revenge on you soon."

At this time, the dark engine in Ryan's body sounded an alarm.

【Abnormal individual activity detected】

[Abnormal subspace fluctuations detected]

A strange low roar was also heard from outside at this time.

More than a dozen snowmen swarmed into the palace.

Each one is over five meters tall, huge in size, with sharp fangs and claws.

The body, which should have been snow-white, was stained with blood, looking very strange and hideous.

Seeing those monsters, Slovo and other children showed expressions of horror.

"We're screwed."

"There are so many monsters. They will tear us all to pieces."

"No." Ryan stepped forward and activated the sword in his hand. "We will annihilate them and liberate this planet."

The warriors around Ryan also drew out their swords, axes or long swords.

After the previous battles, they had already figured out that these snowmen possessed strange shields.

Their explosive shells couldn't penetrate it at all.

The only way to win is to fight in close combat.

Ryan was at the front, moving at an incredible speed.

The blade covered with the tearing force field made a humming sound.

Zheng!
The collision of claws and blades caused ripples in the air.

The Primarchs are demigods who walk the mortal world, and it is difficult to find their rivals in the material world.

After being implanted with the genetic engine, he possessed power comparable to that of a god.

The lion blocked the blow aimed at his head and turned it away.

He spun his body in an instant, then with his backhand thrust the blade into the opponent's body, cutting it open.

The snowman has no blood, only cold snowflakes flying out.

After the great battle, snowflakes were flying all over the palace, causing the temperature to drop sharply.

Layers of frost appeared on the sculptures and ancient ornaments.

After the snowmen were defeated, the fear on Slovo and others' faces faded a little, and they began to trust Ryan and others.

Slovo took Ryan and others into a secret room filled with children and pregnant women.

"Here are all the survivors, a total of more than 2,000 children and women expecting to give birth."

"When my grandfather learned that the snowmen wanted revenge, he ordered all the children and pregnant women to be sent to the secret room left by our ancestors."

"The secret room can block the perception of the snowman, and it also stores enough food for us to survive the terrible winter."

"Your grandfather was a hero," Afoka said. "I witnessed him fighting bravely until the very end."

Slovo nodded, suppressing his grief. “He has always been my hero.”

The gunboat was also attacked, but the soldiers who stayed behind repelled the enemy with their strong combat power and called for support.

When Ryan and others walked out with the children and pregnant women.

Supporting gunboats were descending from the sky, using terrifying firepower to sweep away the snowmen that appeared in the blizzard.

Those snowmen possessed psychic powers, but faced with the overwhelming firepower, they were still unable to resist and were beaten to pieces.

At this time, a snowstorm had arrived and the sky and the earth turned white.

Planet Baler 04 is about to enter a long, cold winter.

The space snowman clan will also go out in full force to carry out a massacre hunt on the planet Bale 04.

Use human blood and screams to wash away the shame of the past.

PS: This is a humiliation to the orcs

　Three updates, ten thousand words updated.

　　In the next chapter, Ryan's short story will end.

　　If you can write 10,000 today, you can write 15,000 tomorrow. Just keep writing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)