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Leon watched Galen's peculiar fighting style, his lips twitching slightly. This spinning slash was indeed effective, but in his opinion, it was simply undignified.

“The area has been cleared, brother.” Leon nodded to the blue-armored warrior.

Garen stopped spinning and saluted Leon. "Glory to the God-Emperor!"

More dark angels descended from the sky, wielding various advanced weapons.

Their movements were precise and efficient as they began systematically clearing out the remaining green-skinned orcs from the neighborhood.

The Dark Angels used their Purification Weapons to easily take the life of a Green Orc with each shot, leaving behind a large number of mushrooms.

In less than half an hour, all the green-skinned orcs in the entire area were wiped out.

Leon began issuing new orders: "Initiate rescue operations, inspect every building, and locate all survivors. Medical teams prepare to treat the wounded and establish temporary shelters."

The Dark Angels sprang into action immediately; they were not only warriors but also rescuers. The wounded were carefully carried out of the rubble, and the survivors were found one by one from their hiding places.

Oak and his son were led by a medic to a large, makeshift medical center.

This place was originally a large factory, but in just a few hours, the Dark Angels have transformed it into a fully equipped medical center.

Clean white tents were erected, and advanced medical equipment was neatly arranged.

These devices were like miracles to the inhabitants of Lower Nest; they didn't even know their names or uses.

Oak and his son underwent comprehensive medical examinations. The medics used a peculiar scanner capable of completing a full examination of the body in seconds.

"There is no Chaos Infection, no Alien Parasites, and most people are just suffering from severe malnutrition and excessive levels of various toxins," the medic reported to the captain.

The captain nodded and said in a deep voice, "Produce nutritional meals for all survivors according to the test results."

Oak and his son soon received a specially prepared nutritious meal. The meal box was properly sealed to ensure the food's hygiene. When Oak opened the meal box, a delicious aroma wafted out.

The box contained neatly arranged pieces of roasted meat, colorful vegetables, and a piece of soft bread.

They had never seen such clean and fresh food before.

What surprised them even more was the bottled water that was delivered.

The transparent bottle contained crystal-clear water, without a trace of impurity. This was an unimaginable luxury in Xiachao.

People around gasped in astonishment; no one could believe it was real.

Oak's hands trembled as he accepted the food and sat down with his son on a clean bench to eat.

They took a small, cautious bite, and then began to wolf it down.

The meat is tender and juicy, the vegetables are crisp and delicious, and the bread is soft and sweet.

"Dad, it's delicious!" Oak's son's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face.

Oak nodded, but found tears streaming down his face uncontrollably. It wasn't just because the food was delicious, but because at this moment, he finally saw hope.

The word "hope" was too much of a luxury for the inhabitants of Lower Nest. But now, hope is as real as this box of food.

When the son saw his father crying, he thought he was starving, so he quickly pushed the remaining pieces of meat in his bowl to Oak.

“Dad, eat. I’m full.” His voice was full of concern.

The captain stood not far away, silently observing the scene. His expression remained calm, but a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

"This is the meaning of our fight," the captain said to his comrades, his voice low and firm. "For the Emperor, for humanity."

The Emperor's angels will continue their mission, bringing light into the darkest corners and hope to those in despair. This is their duty, their glory.

For Oak and his son, today marks the beginning of a new life.

Chapter 131 While dealing with external threats, internal stability is also necessary.

The imperial system of governance, though vast, was bloated and inefficient.

This system has fatal flaws, especially in the outer regions of the star system.

The "autonomous free-range" policy implemented by the Empire after conquering planets, ostensibly to grant local autonomy, was in reality merely a means to accelerate the Great Expedition.

As long as a planet pays its exorbitant taxes on time, the empire turns a blind eye to the actions of its local rulers.

This model has fostered widespread corruption.

The rulers wantonly plundered the people's wealth, squandered it recklessly, and even dared to secretly provoke taboos related to aliens and evil gods.

This absurd situation persisted for tens of thousands of years, causing the upper layers of these planets to completely rot.

They consider themselves superior beings, high above others like celestial beings, and regard ordinary people as ants.

For these parasites.

If they are executed without any screening, there might be a few wrongful executions. If nine are killed and one is released, there will definitely be some who escape.

Leon Johnson led the Dark Angels to this corrupt planet, where they swiftly eliminated all alien threats, demonstrating the terrifying power of the Astartes warriors.

After the battle, Leon Johnson did not get bogged down in a lengthy investigation and evidence-gathering process.

He ordered the immediate arrest of all members of the Upper Nest Society, including the governor.

These nobles, who were usually high and mighty, were brutally gathered together, their former glamorous appearances vanished, replaced by fear and unease.

They will be sent to a mind memory detector, a device that can directly read human memories and uncover their deepest secrets.

The nobles broke down in tears, their usual elegance completely forgotten.

The governor went on to emphasize his family’s “contributions” to the empire, arguing that they should not be treated this way.

Leon Johnson ignored the noise.

He merely frowned slightly, seemingly somewhat displeased by the noise.

“Quiet,” he said in a low voice, signaling the dark angels to take action.

The warriors immediately sprang into action, pressing massive grenades against the backs of the heads of the nobles who were crying the loudest.

The cold gun barrel produced a wonderful effect as it touched the skin.

Most people fell silent instantly, fear creeping onto their pale faces.

The massive muzzle of a gun needs no words; it is the most powerful deterrent.

However, there are always some brainless idiots who don't know what's good for them.

Seeing this, the pampered young masters not only did not restrain themselves, but became even more presumptuous, daring to reach out and grab the Dark Angel's explosive gun.

This behavior is tantamount to courting death.

The dark angels simply tossed these arrogant noble children into the air.

Before they even began to fall, the bomb guns were already emitting a dull roar.

The moment the high-energy munitions struck their target, these once high-ranking noblemen were reduced to a cloud of flesh and blood fireworks, exploding in the air.

Warm blood rained down, splattering on the faces and clothes of the other nobles.

Leon Johnson remained expressionless, as if he had just dealt with some insignificant trash.

In his eyes, these former rulers were nothing more than a bunch of parasites waiting to be cleaned up.

The mental memory testing process is extremely rigorous; no one can hide their crimes from this device.

After the testing was completed, the crowd was divided into two groups.

On one side stood a large number of nobles and officials, their faces pale and their eyes filled with despair. These once high-ranking rulers now trembled, knowing that their fate had been completely sealed.

They comprise over 95 percent of the total. Each individual's crimes are clearly and irrefutably recorded through the mind memory detector.

On the other side, most of the people were newborn babies, whose souls remained pure, untouched by the darkness of this corrupt society.

Their innocent eyes still held a curiosity about the world, completely unaware that they had just escaped a terrible ordeal.

Leon Johnson stood on the high platform, looking down at the two groups of people.

"Send these children to the chapter's preparatory academy," he ordered.

Several soldiers immediately stepped forward and carefully took the lucky children. These super soldiers, who knew nothing but killing for years, showed a rare tenderness at this moment.

These babies are already their future brothers in their eyes.

Those rulers with numerous crimes were brutally pushed onto high platforms, made to kneel in rows, and await their final judgment.

Their knees hit the cold metal surface, a cacophony of painful groans and desperate cries.

The audience was packed with ordinary people from the lower classes. These people, who had once been oppressed, watched the stage silently, their eyes filled with expectation, not fear.

The governor suddenly straightened his back and shouted hysterically, "I am innocent! I have rendered great service to the empire! You have no right to judge me!"

Several high-ranking officials joined in the wailing, repeatedly recounting their "achievements" as if this would absolve them of their crimes.

Soon, all the nobles on the stage began to cry and beg for mercy. Some claimed they had been wronged, some promised enormous sums of money, and others cursed the empire for retribution.

Leon Johnson waved his hand gently, and a Space Marine in magnificent armor strode to the front of the stage, his voice clearly emanating from his helmet and resounding throughout the entire venue.

"Governor's crimes: breeding alien creatures and secretly spreading dangerous species including but not limited to green-skinned orc spores and Zerg gene stealers."

The sound was like the tolling of a judgment bell, shocking everyone.

"They secretly study warp knowledge, capture a large number of psionics to extract psionic substances from their blood, and attempt to make a deal with warp demons."

The civilians below the stage began to stir, unable to believe their ears. Some of them had lost loved ones and now seemed to know the truth.

"They allowed warp demons and alien cults to spread in the Deep Nest, and fueled it from behind the scenes, indirectly causing three large-scale psionic storms."

The governor's face was ashen, his body trembled slightly, and he could no longer lift his head.

"During his tenure, he embezzled a total of..." As this astronomical figure was read out, the crowd below the stage erupted in cheers.

An angry roar swept across the square like a tidal wave. This sum of money, enough for everyone on the planet to live on for decades, had all flowed into the pocket of this greedy man.

The governor knelt on the ground, seemingly aging ten years in an instant, his eyes vacant as he stared into the distance. He knew there was no chance of turning the tide.

The Space Marines then read out the crimes of the other nobles one by one. Some colluded with aliens, some tortured and killed civilians for amusement, and some even ate infants; their crimes were so heinous as to be utterly appalling.

The crowd below the stage gradually went from shock and anger to numbness. They couldn't imagine that they had been living under the rule of such a group of devils for so many years.

Leon Johnson stood aside, looking at these once high and mighty rulers without a trace of pity in his heart.

Finally, with a command given, the execution began.

A row of dark angels raised their bomb guns, the muzzles flashing with flames.