Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 234 04.0233: ‘On the edge of riot’

"Ledos," Horatio called over the communicator inside his helmet, "Burn this disgusting thing."

"Leave it to me."

Wearing the 'Assault' heavy power armor, Leidos, who was nearly 2.1 meters tall, called out to his teammates: "Burn it!"

The heavily armored soldiers walked to the foot of the "towering" barbecue mountain, raised their flamethrowers, and poured out the wrath of the empire at this blasphemous object full of suffering and sacrifice of the empire.

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The promethium fuel instantly ignited the barbecue mountain, and the grease was roasted sizzling in the raging fire. A thicker and strange fragrance floated over the entire square, once again stimulating all the people who smelled the smell, and they only became more and more hungry. Want to have a feast.

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"We need food! Now that prices have collapsed and profiteers are hoarding, our children are going to starve to death! We must survive!"

Seeing that the meat mountain was burned down, many hungry people screamed in pain. Cries broke out for a while, and expressions of despair appeared on the faces of the hungry people.

A few people who were closer rushed forward selflessly, trying to grab a piece of meat that was enough to fill their stomachs before the flames burned out the mountain of barbecue.

But they were soon driven back by the black muzzles and heavy gun butts. The soldiers used hell guns to push away those who were close to the defense line.

"We have given you a warning. You have two choices now, be killed, or obey the order and sit down and wait for us to distribute relief food. But I don't recommend you choose the first one." Horatio frowned and used the loudspeaker Zhen shouted to everyone majestically.

After saying that, he raised his hand.

"Aim ready! But don't fire."

Horatio shouted to the soldiers, hoping to deter the hungry people on the verge of rebellion.

The hell soldiers formed a hollow phalanx, raised their guns in unison, and cleared a safe landing site for the first Avis landing craft.

The red-coated naval infantry who rushed down from the landing craft once again reinforced the hollow phalanx facing all directions.

The crowd is still approaching.

Horatio raised the huge holy blood chainsword in his hand, and the red giant sword held high was like a flying blood-red flag.

As long as he swings his sword, countless lasers will fire at the crowd, and the place will be filled with corpses and mourning.

"Your Majesty the Inquisitor." Horatio finally turned to the exhausted Inquisitor and said:

"Please take the people away, and our navy will clean up the remaining mess.

The Admiralty and the Sisters hope to take this opportunity to restore the fulcrum of the Empire's faith at the junction of the Middle and Lower Nests in Vegas, and use the abandoned churches and speech plazas instead of leaving them to the enemies of the Empire. "

"I asked the most reliable agents to escort you. There are hundreds of thousands of people in front of us. If they completely lose control, it will not be a trivial matter. My telepathic power may be able to help you hold on for a while." He gasped. Angry, he said exhaustedly.

In order to suppress the Lord of Carnivore's power that was given by the evil god and did not belong to him, he almost exhausted his mental power. The excessive use of spiritual power gave him a splitting headache, and the edges of his vision began to flash with an ominous black and purple color. Halo.

The Foreign Inquisitor knows very well that now is his most vulnerable time.

Any blow may drag him into the vortex of subspace, and his body and soul will be shattered on the other side of the curtain.

The Inquisitor asked his men to board the Avis landing craft with the Lord of Meat, who was tied into a rice dumpling. They would go directly back to the Celestial Cage, while he himself stayed next to Horatio.

The Skyraider Valkyrie squadron was on high alert all around, and the pilots turned on the radar warning to prevent the remnants hiding in the building from using rockets to attack the friendly forces maintaining order in the square.

As the crowd surged, the scene began to get out of control.

With the complete destruction of the Barbecue Mountain, people with green eyes turned their attention to this group of naval officers and soldiers.

"You oppressors will even take away our remaining food!"

"This is too much!"

Although the heartbreaking and painful curses made people feel uncomfortable, no one was swayed.

The naval officers and soldiers put their fingers on the triggers and stood ready.

"Come on! Brothers and sisters! Overthrow these tyrant dogs! We must survive!"

I don't know who among the crowd shouted, and the out-of-control crowd began to rush over like a tsunami.

Horatio is ready to turn this place into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The muzzles of the fighter planes and transport boats in the sky began to rotate.

A red mark appeared on the pilot's control panel, and the rocket nest safety was unlocked.

"Aim and prepare!"

Just when the situation was about to decline rapidly towards an irreversible situation, several golden meteors flashed through the air - those were the Jetpacks of the Blood Angels.

Boom!

The tall and majestic figure stood in front of the naval officers and soldiers.

They all took off their helmets, revealing faces as holy as plaster statues.

"People of the Empire! Calm down!"

Captain Afel, who was covered in blood, shouted in a loud voice: "The empire has not abandoned you. Because of this, the great He sent His angels to come to you!"

Maybe they were moved by the company commander's impassioned words, or maybe they were intimidated by facing this group of tall and powerful genetically modified warriors.

In this case, the restless crowd slowly stopped.

Horatio keenly captures every variable in the complex atmosphere.

He seized the opportunity and shouted to the crowd using the loudspeaker on his helmet:

"They are the great and holy Space Marines! The angels of the God-Emperor who fought for humanity! They came here today because the God-Emperor saw you! He on the Golden Throne shines the gospel to you. Don't worry! No more hunger today!"

The holy and awe-inspiring giants followed this rhetoric, and the bustling discussions sounded among the hundreds of thousands of people, replacing the previous desperate and blind roars. The wavering voices of men, women, old and young formed a noisy giant net that enveloped everyone.

The hundreds of thousands of people who were in a daze and at a loss whispered for a long time, buying precious time for the navy to transport food.

But with the crying of hungry children, the crowd's emotions became excited again.

"Why should we trust you dog officials! This must be your excuse to delay time and mobilize the black dogs to suppress us!"

"That's right!!! We have heard enough of your Guild Alliance's useless rhetoric! We will never believe you again today! We will fight you to the end!"

"We are not the minions of the Guild Alliance, we are the Imperial Navy! His Holy Navy!" Louise argued excitedly.

But her defense soon disappeared in the angry curses of countless people, and the civilians no longer cared about what she was saying.

These poor people in the lower nest have no idea about space warriors. Maybe some people have heard of legends, but when physiological hunger overwhelms reason, no legends are important.

What's more troublesome is that Horatio is not easy to prove, and there is no time to prove the difference between the Imperial Navy as an imperial force and the planetary force represented by the Guild Alliance.

These poor people have endured enough whippings under the sticks of the Guild Alliance military and police. They have eaten enough blood and tears and no longer believe in any promises of "officials".

The Guild Alliance, relying on its own strength, has dragged down the credibility of the entire Imperial regime in the Abyss Port to the level of a sewer.

The crowd surged up again, and this time even the Space Marine Captain was a little helpless.

Captain Afir signaled his combat brothers to prepare for the worst.

"The helper I mentioned before, he said he has arrived."

"Where?"

"He said he came in a truck."

Horatio immediately turned his head and looked at the truck he had found before.

"Who is he?"

"I think it should be called the 'opposition party'? It can also be called the 'resistance army', whatever you want to call it. But the image of these people in the hearts of the lower class may be better than the name of the Imperial Navy."

At this time, the loudspeaker on the vehicle in the distance sounded:

"Fellow countrymen! We are the Citizen Army of Abyss Port! Please don't get excited, we have brought you freshly baked bread! Please sit down and eat, no one will bleed today!"

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