The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 1734 Heresy Offensive (Part 1)

Standard Terran Calendar 41

Endymion Star Cluster, Sixth War Zone, Kirab Galaxy, Drade Star (If you don’t remember the location, you can see the map in the comment area or related works)

As reddish fissures opened from the dusty sky, a faint glow filtered through the atmosphere and clouds and spilled onto the earth, announcing the dawn of the planetary capital Aynin.

This city was founded in 112 years of the 40th millennium. Although it is very young among the countless cities in the empire, it still existed for thousands of years and survived countless disputes and wars. It was not even destroyed in the Badab War. The flames of war spread too much.

Because it is close to the core of the maelstrom, the Kirab galaxy, like the rich galaxy, is the focus of the empire's defense. Before the expedition, there were more than three million Star Guards stationed in the two galaxies. After Soshyan divided the war zone, As the commander of the war zone, Arash, the head of the White Templar Chapter, concentrated a large number of troops here.

However, for a long time, there seemed to be no movement at this location. It seemed that the red pirates knew that this place was heavily guarded, so they didn't dare to go one step further.

On the contrary, the farther Endymion galaxy and the abundance galaxy are often harassed by the red pirates. Not long ago, a plundering fleet of the red pirates launched an attack on the abundance galaxy again. Arash personally led the battle group to expel the enemy.

But everyone didn't realize that the several months of harassment was just a smoke bomb, and the red pirates had long set their target on the Kirab galaxy.

"Well!"

As the vibrating knife pierced his neck, severing the carotid artery, the worker huddled into a lifeless heap, and killers from the Red Pirates' "Shadow Kill" group placed the filthy corpse on the floor-covered Linoleum tiles.

Then he pressed his body against the dirty wall of the corridor in an inhuman posture, and pointed the tip of his boot on the partition door that the worker opened only a few seconds ago.

Slowly, the killer pushed the door open, slid into the opening like a shadow, and closed the door behind him.

For the past few days, he'd been lurking on a dusty, long-forgotten archway marked with trash signs, counting the hours as the factories began to disperse their human prisoners.

He watched the workers trudging down the halls, walking wearily half-dead up and down the corridors, and he waited for them all to pass, keeping watch until he saw the man he wanted.

This victim was just another nameless cog in the empire's economy, an unimportant individual whose only thing set him apart was the room he called home, a tiny detail that resulted in fifteen centimeters of rotating steel impaling the man back of the neck.

When the killer crossed the threshold, he paused, his ears listening to the sounds in the squalid apartment he had invaded.

He could hear the mineral-tainted water rumbling through the pipes, could hear the creaking of rat nests in the plaster walls, could make out the cobblestone groans of the air rattling through the vents that Huron had fought against by death. He taught assassination again and again, spent a lot of money to get a similar assassin, and even used subspace technology to transform these assassins so that they could be comparable to the assassins who came out of the temple of assassins.

The Red Pirate Killer ignored the sounds, but a slight sound of footsteps caught his attention.

The apartment is a miserable cabin, with crumbling furniture slowly decaying into their original components, a frayed rug thrown on the peeling floor in a vain effort to add a dash of dignity to the place, a piece of patchwork The plastic double bed was against a wall whose surface plaster had almost completely peeled off to reveal bricks, and a battered wardrobe stood in the corner.

What was left was the insignificant table, chairs, a musty sofa, a sloping shelf supporting a series of chipped dishes and cups, and the only thing worth mentioning about this cramped room was a wide window that allowed it to appear A little more "free".

The killer moved with the footsteps, and the main room of the apartment had two smaller ancillary rooms—a closet and a kitchen, from which the sound came.

He walked along the walls until he stood at the edge of the archway leading to the kitchen, the smell of boiling vegetable soup filling his heightened sense of smell, along with sweat and feminine scents.

The killer dug his thumb into the wall and tore off a brittle gray plaster effortlessly, but he didn't turn from the archway and threw the blob of plaster directly at the apartment door.

The impact sounded very much like a door slamming shut, and shards of plaster rolled across the floor, where they crumbled on impact, creating a sound similar to footsteps.

"I'm home!"

cried a woman's voice.

"Dinner is—"

The worker's wife had no time to do anything more, but in the blink of an eye, a vague figure swung out from the wall, filled the archway, and faced the woman who had come out of the kitchen to meet her husband.

The vibrating knife plunged into her throat, stifling any cries she might have uttered.

The killer then depresses the oscillating knife's activation stud, ending the blade's oscillating motion and sliding the weapon back into its sheath.

He walked away from the corpse indifferently, pushed the furniture away, walked to the window, and stared outside through the glass.

From the moment he had observed the building from the street below, he had expected the room to provide such a vantage point.

Suddenly, the apartment door opened behind him, but the killer didn't look away from the window, knowing that the people entering the room were his own.

"Report."

"A melta bomb has been placed at the power plant."

One of the killers whispered, his voice unchanged, just a precise confirmation of the job done.

"The melta bombs are also deployed at key locations on the main shield generator."

The killer nodded, then glanced at the timer fastened to the bottom of his glove.

The attack was still hours away, and his squad was still ahead of schedule, and when they were done, all of Einin's shield generators would be damaged, while most of the air defenses would be powered down, rendering the city unable to Hit any airborne attacker until it can send its own planes.

It will take time though, and his master won't give the poor fellows any time.

When the Space Marines drop from orbit ~www.readwn.com~ everything will fall to dust and the city will fall into chaos and despair before it can do anything.

Although there are a lot of star troops stationed there, as well as elite troops such as Cadian, when their central command cannot be contacted, they will be forced to fight independently in a disjointed and fragmented way. It's a fight they're not prepared for.

The killer then gestured for two killers to occupy rooms on either side of the apartment he occupied.

Then he took off the sniper rifle hanging from his shoulder. The back of the scope was open, and the wires slid into his artificial eyes.

Through the prism in his rifle scope, the Killer studies the massive fortress-like structure of plastic steel and concrete that rises like an iron citadel from the squalor of the region, a gigantic Imperial Aquila carved into the majestic of two buildings.

This is the fortress of the hive capital's legal department, and it is also where he will "work" soon.

(end of this chapter)

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