Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 543 06.0542: ‘The crime of heresy must be paid with blood’

‘Heresy’ is an extremely serious crime in the human empire, and the sin is so serious that it can only be paid with death.

The shield array was instantly opened, and a large group of armed sailors wearing heavy riot helmets, wearing sturdy naval armor, and waving electromagnetic riot sticks in their hands rushed towards the Guvisa faction.

The armed sailors themselves are the stability maintenance brigade on the warship. Both their equipment and training are designed to suppress sailor rebellions or eliminate enemy boarding forces in narrow terrain.

In terms of professional riot control, naval sailors are undoubtedly better than the Astra Militarum. After all, riots happen almost every day on large ships above the cruiser level. Whether it is true dissatisfaction or corruption and mutation by the subspace, it is the same for the armed sailors. Only slaughter can stop.

And no one will mobilize the Astra Militarum because of some riots. Even if they go, when they arrive, it will not be a riot control mission in any case.

The Imperial Navy armed forces wielded electric batons and rushed towards the opposition.

Horatio used the special meal standard of the sea service kitchen to feed them fat and strong, and each of them was sturdy and strong.

The sailors also offered their loyalty to the captain: "I have served for so many years, and the food I eat with Captain Cochran is the best. Please rest assured, Captain, I eat your special meal standard and receive your dividends and bonuses. If I can't swing six sticks per second, it's my problem! '

The stubborn ones were beaten to the ground by the electric batons, their heads were broken and bleeding, and the crackling electric batons made them scream and roll on the ground.

The shooters tried to escape with the crowd, and the Guvisas wanted to stop the boarding team members with their bodies, but their bodies were completely incomparable to a boarding team member who was as thick as two people. The shield impact directly knocked the obstructionists to the ground like bowling pins.

The boarding team members chased after them with electric batons and boarding shields. The attackers panicked and threw the bags in their hands.

Boom!

There were explosives wrapped in bearing balls inside, but thanks to the sturdy boarding shields, the boarding team members were only blown down. The "space cotton" armored clothing on them, which was thick enough to resist small explosives such as grenades, absorbed the shock waves and fragments of the explosion.

But some Guvisa factions were affected and injured. The injured fell to the ground, and there was a lot of grief.

"The Imperial Army is killing people!" Some spies disguised in the crowd of Guvisa supporters tried to record this scene and then tried to send it to the social network of the planet.

Horatio, standing on a high place, had sharp eyes and instantly marked these people with a big red mark.

These hidden spies found that their signals were interfered and could not be sent out at all.

At this moment, all signals and TV towers in other parts of the planet were broadcasting the righteous sermons of the Holy Rose Sisters. Anyone who raised questions was refuted and speechless. Most of the blocks maintained good order. The natives sat at home and watched the debate of the battle sisters with relish, and had no idea what was happening in another distant city.

Just as Horatio had always believed, preaching was just a relatively gentle and rational way to reduce the cost of maintaining stability and suppression. After all, no one could stand fires everywhere.

But once the overall situation can be stabilized, then for those stubborn blackheads on the surface, they only need to hit them hard and turn them into powder!

When the boarding team members got up from the ground covered in dust, they turned around and saw these people with red marks on their heads, and they were just full of anger and had no way to vent.

They rushed forward with gritted teeth, swung the electric batons, and beat these traitors so hard that they screamed. First, their recording equipment was knocked to the ground with a stick, and then crushed by a big void magnetic boot. The next second, the electric baton went directly to their faces, beating them to a bloody mess, and their eyeballs were pulled out of their sockets.

The attackers with guns were still fleeing, but Horatio, who had a bird's-eye view of the overall situation through his command, had already mobilized the second group of people to take the back road and wait for them.

Bang!

Just as the attacker rushed through a corner of the intersection, a boarding shield swung over and hit him hard in the face.

"Ah!" The attacker sat on his buttocks on the ground. The force just now was so great that his front teeth were knocked out. Almost immediately, he was surrounded by the tall Navy boarding team members who blocked out the sunlight, and the electric sparks on the electric batons were crackling.

"Damn traitor! Beat me!" As soon as the words fell, a stick knocked the traitor who had just sat up to the ground.

"How much benefit have you received from the aliens?! Damn it! You can't tell who you are, and you still dream of being an alien servant?!" The electric batons were swung at the traitors, and they beat and kicked them.

The attacker tried to protect his head with his hands, but the electric baton broke the entire palm, and half of the palm fell down unnaturally.

"Ugh! Ugh! Sir... Sir, Sir, stop hitting me! I! I am an Imperial!"

"Imperial? Okay, you are an Imperial who rebelled later, right! Beat him to death! Damn traitor!"

But the Guvisas mobilized by these spies were not unprepared. Some armed people pressed over from the other end of the alley.

"You have guns, right?" Horatio saw these armed thugs through binoculars: "These are not ordinary thugs! Call for air support immediately!"

"Stand at attention! Shooting!" At Louise's command, the armed sailors gathered together and pointed their guns at the thugs.

"Fire!"

Bright! Laser gun lines shot towards the opposite side in unison, many people were burned through the body, and the unpleasant smell of burning filled the entire street.

As the conflict escalated, the Holy Rose Sisters also put away their original gentle image of being good at speaking, and showed another way they were better at serving the Emperor.

Sister Arabella replaced the scripture book in her hand with the Godwin-Diaz grenade launcher.

The Clean Angels jumped into the pre-prepared bunker. According to what the intelligence officer Lina said before the operation, this was originally a gathering place for the diehards of the Tau Empire.

The humans who could be converted through preaching should have surrendered to the Empire long ago, and the rest were all heretics! Those who did not resist were heretics! Those who resisted were well-trained heretics!

And heretics should be destroyed!

Relying on the pre-prepared bunker, the well-trained naval forces and the battle sisters launched a target-shooting-style shooting.

Although these ancient Visas had some militia training, their equipment was not comprehensive - the Astra Militarum and Astartes had destroyed and confiscated many of their arsenals, and the rest were secretly smuggled and provided by spies.

But the number was really limited, and the weapons were uneven. Some people even took out very old-fashioned single-shot civilian pulse guns.

Like rabbits, they were shot down by lasers, torn apart by shotguns, and smashed by grenade guns.

When the two sides shot at each other across the bunker.

On the flank, the battle sisters holding flamethrowers followed Horatio's command and went around to the side of the mob along the path point he marked. They took a step forward and pulled the trigger of the flamethrower towards the street without waiting for the mob to turn around. The raging flames sprayed towards the mob like a fire dragon, instantly drowning dozens of people.

"Ah!——"

The mob was on fire, scrambling to jump out from behind the barricade bunker to escape, and then fell to the ground in a few steps, burned into a charred corpse by the raging promethium flames.

But this was just the beginning. To deal with these mobs, Horatio had already prepared for the possible escalation of the situation.

First courtesy, then force. Arabella was responsible for sending a letter before taking action. If the effect was minimal, then it would be Horatio's task to purify the entire block.

The rumbling engine of the Astra Militarum Leman Russ tanks became louder. They lifted the bulldozers in front of them and drove towards the barricade.

The pulse weapon punched a hole with a red edge on the bulldozer, but it could not penetrate the front armor behind the shovel.

Five Lemanus tanks were lined up and pushed in unison to the other end of the street.

The heavy bombs on the body of the vehicle fired at all the people outside who were labeled as heretics without stopping, tearing them apart with a barrage of bullets. The broken limbs and flesh that were instantly exploded by the bolts were smeared on the walls and streets, like ugly street graffiti.

Squeak! The Leman Russ turned the turret and pointed directly at the pedestrian bridge on the street.

Boom!

With a deafening explosion, the collapsed corridor fell straight down, burying all the rioters in the barricade below.

The tanks were moving, and as they approached the front barricade, the bulldozers were lifted forward and lowered.

The huge shovel pushed from below, shoveling the composite barricade out of the ground.

"Ah! Ah! No! No! Ah! Ah!!!"

A rioter whose leg was injured by the fragments of the explosive arrow pulled the jammed pulse rifle and fired, while the Leman Russ tank raised its proud gun barrel and ran over the man directly.

When dozens of tons of weight gathered on the tracks on both sides and pressed through, only a pool of indescribable things was left on the ground, and a bright red track track was printed.

"The Falcon Squadron has arrived above the war zone."

Four Valkyries roared from the sky, and the pilots used the word "war zone" figuratively.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh! The pilot pressed the red button, and they fired a barrage of rockets at the street, clearing the ammunition pods mounted under the wings on both sides in the blink of an eye.

The high-speed air-launched rockets that flew in almost instantly destroyed the final barricades that the Guvisas had built to fight the empire to the death.

A series of rockets cleared the road and exploded, and the flying fragments knocked down several people. Shrapnel scratched the face of one of them and tore off the entire lower jaw.

The palateless man fell to the ground, and no one knew what he was thinking in the last scene in his empty eyes.

Was it with regret? Or with no regrets for the Supreme Good? No one knows, and no one wants to know.

In this world of life and death, the survival philosophy of mankind is very simple-kill all enemies, and if they don’t change their minds, change people!

Unbridled and unlimited force was vented on these heretics who had been sentenced to death.

I don’t care about you, the empire is so big! If you don’t want to live in Basor, there are many people who want to live in Basor!

In a series of huge explosions, the broken hands and feet were blown away hundreds of meters by the shock wave, and the broken bodies were scattered all over the ground. The eyeballs half hanging on the face, the missing half of the jaw, the lower body torn off, the intestines and internal organs scattered all over the ground, this hellish scene was constantly destroying the fighting will of these mobs.

"Urva... No..." A young Guvisa with tears in the corners of his eyes crawled to the Guvisa woman who was blown to only the upper body, with her mouth open and facing the sky, and her eyes were already empty.

"No... These brutal enemies! Ah!!!"

Suddenly, a silver hand pressed on his shoulder from behind, and the man turned around as if he had lost his soul.

That was the beautiful black-haired nun who preached on the pulpit, but at this moment, she had put on the cold and faceless Xia Leier helmet.

Buzz! The motor of the chainsaw sword in her hand roared.

"You should go to accompany her, but not on the Golden Throne, but lost in the cold void."

Swish! ! !

The next moment, the high-speed rotating chainsaw sword pierced straight into his body, and also pierced through half of the woman's corpse.

With a wave of Sister Arabella's arm.

Puff!

The flesh and blood splashed more than ten meters away along the chainsaw sword, and the black and red blood that was no different from others was sprinkled on the cold pure white power armor and flowed slowly.

For Arabella, this was just an ordinary scene in the dozens of armed sermons she had experienced.

In the last second, she could sing praises to the greatness of the Emperor with tears in her eyes, and in the next second, she could also ruthlessly pierce the heart of the enemy with a chainsaw sword.

She was a happy nun when she went out with Horatio, but once she entered the battlefield, she was no longer Arabella, but a pure angel who served the Most Holy Lord of Humanity wholeheartedly.

"Our duty is to spread the glory of the Emperor to every inch of the galaxy. No matter how much blood is stained on this preaching path, we must carry it through to the end."

Bang, bang, bang!

She raised the grenade launcher in her hand and used her superb marksmanship to shoot all the surrounding Guvisas who were injured by shrapnel in the head.

The battle sisters holding the holy promethium flamethrowers lined up in a line, and their silver fingers pulled the trigger, turning all the rebellion into flames and ashes.