Warhammer: Just unified the Empire, you said it was 40K

Chapter 46 Population Seizure Plan, Blood Crow Squad: What do you say?
"Hugh! You traitor."

"Sir, it's him, it's him, quickly catch these traitors."

His loyalty did not earn Bourne's praise. Instead, Bourne, unable to vent his emotions, swung his power scepter at him.

"You've soiled my stuff, untouchable."

Bourne looked in the direction of these common people.

The skinny boy was not afraid of him. He looked straight at him, as if seeing through his soul.

A pariah, dare you look at me like that?

even
This gaze staring at him made Bourne feel fear in his heart, reminding him that his so-called noble status was just a layer of skin on the outside of being a mortal.

Lord Bourne pretended to be calm.

I have the High Lords behind me, and they are just their slaves. I am above them, and they dare not kill me. Even if I am wrong, only the High Lords of the Empire can judge me and sentence me for my crimes.

Even if they kill me, the high lords of the empire can know everything that happens to me through psychic prophecy.

They will suffer a fatal blow from the High Lords of the Empire.

And Astartes did not dare to bear this price.

when!
when!
when!
Dull footsteps sounded.

Cyrus' tall figure walked among the crowd.

The crowd automatically made way.

He looked up at these envoys from the empire with great respect in his eyes.

Only the thin man standing at the front of the rebels did not move out of the way.

He focused all his rational and angry gaze on the nobles opposite him. He knew that the original sin was not the betrayal of his companions, but the oppression and enslavement of the nobles in front of him.

Tyrone glanced down at the prototype in his hand. The beeping sound had already stopped, so he turned off the prototype.

Cyrus's tall and majestic figure brought great pressure to the mortal on the opposite side.

Wearing power armor, the giant, who was nearly three meters tall, walked towards Lord Bourne step by step.

The harsh rebuke made the others dare not move at all.

"The Empire has granted you supreme power."

"You use this power to nourish the enemies of the empire."

"You have betrayed the Imperium! You have betrayed the Emperor!"

"You and your dynasty are stripped from me in the name of the Emperor."

"As for you," Cyrus turned his head to look at the retainer beside him, "Do you want to atone for your sins, or continue to join Chaos?"

Behind Cyrus, Blue produced evidence of their defection to Chaos.

A distorted, horned, and scaled Chaos-twisted monster wearing the uniform of their guards, emblazoned with the crest of the Lords of Bern's family.

The deformed monster fell to the ground, and the strange noise it made shocked their hearts.

The moment the monster fell, all the retainers panicked.

The only thing that comes to mind is the Imperial Assassin's Court and the state religion's attitude towards the corrupted.

The relationship between this dynasty is not strong, they are united by interests.

After Talon showed some signs of Chaos corruption, some of his retainers chose to surrender directly and agreed to attack Bourne's guards and private soldiers in exchange for a chance to atone for their sins.

Even if these so-called retainers in the room wanted to resist, they had to consider whether they could really escape punishment by resisting.

Watch others give up resistance.

Cyrus approached step by step.

He raised his bolter and pointed it at Lord Bourne's head.

"And you."

"team leader!"

"team leader!"

The eyes in Cyrus's helmet paused for a moment, and then a hint of determination flashed across them.

"no choice."

shot.

shooting.

peng!

A head exploded right in front of everyone. Others, including the retainers, didn't believe Cyrus would actually kill him, because killing a Rogue Trader would bring consequences that even a normal warband couldn't afford.

If he is really used as a target of attack, he will be severely punished from within the empire and held accountable by the high lords.

However, Cyrus still killed the other party.

Like making a final decision.

"team leader."

"team leader."

"I gave the order. If you have any problem, come to me, Cyrus." Cyrus glanced to one side of the void and seemed to be talking to someone.

Magnus, who came in from outside, interrupted the group of people in Yalta who were trying to silence them with their guns. "Captain, I checked the astropath's navigation records. They have spread the news of this place several times. The astropath has also been 'corrupted'."

"understood."

This ship had experienced the Chaos War and had long been tainted by corruption.

As the tool of psychic communication in the Imperial Fleet, Astropaths are exposed to more Warp energy, and it is only a matter of time before they are corrupted.

If the Astropath spreads the news here, there will be two results.

A good result is that the news was not heard by the empire, or the empire ignored it.

A bad result, the news of which would bring about the Empire's tithe, the Inquisition, or the High Lords. Either of these outcomes would be a devastating blow to this fragile but promising world.

The only way is to let Governor Sislaine improve his status and gain a strong enough influence in this border area.

Only in this way will there be a chance to unite with the world of Ultramar.

Only in this way can we accomplish great things.

They would have the opportunity to push him up to replace those corrupt and stubborn high lords.

Those positions of high lords are prepared for humans. They cannot take them, but they can be given to more reliable humans.

Cyrus walked towards the mortal.

When he killed Lord Bourne alone, he knew that he would be severely criticized and judged in the future.

But it doesn't matter.

Don't get rid of this garbage.

It will only make the Empire's Goromon more expensive!

Cyrus paused before the thin boy.

Look at the boy's eyes.

A very energetic young man, who seems to have no idea what fear is. Maybe he can achieve great things.

Then he continued walking outside, "Clean up everything on this ship, dismantle what can be used, and throw the rest into the star."

If they only rely on the prototype in Tyrone's hand to conduct exploration, it will take them a lot of time.

Moreover, even if they completely cleaned up the warship, there was still a risk of chaos hiding on it.

Just throw it into a star and be done with it.

"As for these people."

Blue came over and reported to Cyrus.

"There are still quite a few people."

"Okay, since the Governor needs it, let him handle it!"

Although Cyrus would rather directly eliminate those who might be corrupted by Chaos, these people are also wealth. The Governor started late and needs a large population and more tools.

"Yalta!"

"Captain." Yalta took a deep look at the surrendered retainers, put away his gun, and followed Cyrus. "What's the matter?"

"You and Tyrone help them transfer these people. I will return to Gamma World with them. The Governor wants to hold a meeting with us."

"What's going on over there?"

"STC Template of the Golden Age"

"what."

"what?"

"what!!!"

(End of this chapter)