Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 315 304. The Beginning of Divine Punishment

On the twenty-first day of the eighteenth year of Cyrene, the sky split open.

Fireballs fell on the earth for seven days and nights, and the tide of silence surged on the earth for seven days and nights.

And after that great catastrophe and great conversion, she was called the Blessed Lady by the gray-armored angel.

Since then, Cyrene is no longer Cyrene.

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[Perfect City]

“What is that?”

The shirtless boy selling holy oil candles on the street was the first to notice something was wrong. He squinted his eyes, shielded the dazzling sunlight with his hands, and looked at the blue sky above the crowd.

There, the blue sky seemed to be trembling slightly at an abnormal amplitude.

The boy was confused and thought that he was just dazzled. How could the sky tremble? How could it shed tears like a lamb about to be slaughtered?

He was silent for so long that the old woman who was bending over to pick candles in front of his stall stood up impatiently. She held three candles in her hands and looked dissatisfied, as if she wanted to argue with the inattentive vendor.

But when she saw the boy's abnormal gaze, the old woman impatiently sorted out the layers of silver bracelets on her arms. It was probably some wild birds mating. She thought that boys of this age were like this, and their minds were full of desires even in the Holy City.

Then she turned back-

"Ah!!!!"

A sharp scream suddenly exploded and smashed into the noisy street. People looked at the source of the sound in confusion, but they only saw an old woman who collapsed and fell to the ground, and a boy who was trembling in the distance.

So they followed the boy's trembling line of sight-

The noisy crowd was instantly silent as if the pause button was pressed.

Gray tears flowed from the sky, with orange-red flames on the tears, and blue stars at the end.

God's punishment has begun.

Starting with the first star smashing into the square, the blue-armored angel walked out from there.

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[Ultramarines]

Captain Ayton of the 19th Ultramarines Company was holding his sword and walking among the guards. According to the plan, they landed in Midnight Square, one of the most prosperous squares in the Perfect City.

The smell of burning chemical elements when the airdrop pod landed mixed with the strong incense smell in the square, which was pungent and irritating.

Ayton calmly suppressed the hidden uneasiness and anxiety in his heart. He acted according to the orders of the legion commander Guilliman, that's all.

Only, that's, like this.

He watched the crowd of onlookers kneeling around the airdrop pod like newborn lambs, and they were chanting something in their mouths. Ayton heard with disgust that they were praising the God-Emperor and His descendants.

Although this disgust could not dilute his inner uneasiness.

Ayton gave himself a second to calm down, then he turned on the speaker of the helmet, and the crackling sound of electricity rang out.

According to the thousands of times he had rehearsed before, he said what he was asked to say.

[We, the 47th Expeditionary Fleet, the soldiers of the 13th Regiment, are hereby exercising our authority and following the 10th Decree issued by the Emperor, which has been reviewed and approved by the Empire and will take effect immediately. ]

His cold and low voice spread to every corner, and he heard the whispers of the crowd, some were expecting, some were nervous, and most people were just repeating prayers meaninglessly.

He continued, making sure his voice did not tremble,

[As a punishment for your faith, the Emperor ordered the destruction of the Perfect City. You are allowed to pack up your belongings in the city in three days. On the fourth day, the 47th Expeditionary Fleet will break open the city gates and allow you to evacuate in four days. ]

[On the seventh day, which is the last day, your planetary governor is allowed to send a psychic communication to the 17th Legion for help. ]

He finished speaking, and now, everything was silent.

The prayers disappeared, as if they were in response to the stress, and people froze in place, as if they had melted into the sculptures of the pilgrims.

Ayton sighed softly, and the sound was transformed into a crisp electric sound by the speaker.

The next moment, curses, screams, prayers, and sobs rolled towards him like a wave.

People screamed and huddled together. Some tried to escape from here, but were tripped by people on the ground - some fainted directly, collapsed on the ground, and mixed with those who were crawling on the ground praying. Some tried to spit at them and throw stones, while others tried to stop those people, and then they wrestled together.

Ayton calmly reached for the grenade launcher at his waist. He listened to the coughing sound of the small stones on his armor. He held the sword against the ground with one hand and the gun with the other hand, slowly raising the muzzle -

The sunlight coated his dazzling blue armor with a layer of dizzy white.

"Bang!!!"

Old, young, male, female, now all stopped, they looked at him in horror, at the muzzle of the gun that was still slightly hot.

[You only have seven days. ]

Ayton said,

[No one is allowed to stay here in the early morning of the seventh day, resistance will be bloody. ]

[Repeat, resistance will be bloody. ]

Ayton swallowed, and now he finished what he was asked to say.

[From my personal point of view,]

He said, trying to soften his voice,

[You need to recognize the facts as soon as possible and leave here on the fourth day. As soldiers of the 47th Expeditionary Fleet, we protect the reasonable demands of every legitimate citizen of the empire. As long as you obey the emperor's orders in an orderly manner, we will not harm your personal safety. 】

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then a voice shouted,

"This is our home! Where else can we go?!"

With his keen observation skills, Ayton found the source of the voice in the crowd, a stooped old woman who seemed to be chattering endlessly.

He pointed the bolter at her, and she trembled violently. A man beside her who looked very similar to her seemed to want to block her. He might be her son.

[Resistance will bleed, lady, now go back to your home, pack your bags, and leave on the fourth day. 】

The next moment, the wine bottle exploded at his feet.

A'iton sighed again, then fired a warning shot into the sky as the Ultramarines around him began to drive away the crowd.

On the horizon, the Ultramarines' airdrop pod was still landing, like a rain of fire.

Ayton watched all this with an expressionless face. The plan went smoothly without even activating the backup plan.

His private communication channel sounded, and the voice was very calm, but for some reason, Ayton heard a hint of relaxation in it...that kind of...real calm, not depression.

[Captain Ayton of the 19th Company, this is Hades, the Lord of the Silent Order, asking about your progress. 】

[Lord Hades, this is the Ultramarine Ayton. The crowd has been warned. After a day of chaos, most people will return home. 】

The sound of electricity sounded on the channel,

【receive,】

Said over there,

[We will act on the night of the first day, pay attention to sealing off the city, and do not let suspicious people leave early. If necessary, you can impose a curfew. 】

Ayton paused for a moment,

[Lord Hades, this may be difficult...]

[Haha, here is a suggestion. This will make it easier for us, but it will probably be difficult for you. Don’t worry about it. Just follow the rules of your ultramarines and try to bleed as little as possible. 】

The voice of the Lord of the Silent Order was particularly relaxed... This gave Ayton an illusion, a feeling that he was just performing an ordinary task, which may have slightly confused his uneasiness.

[Wish you good luck with the mission, Captain Ayton. 】

As the other side of the channel said this, Ayidun opened his mouth,

[Received, wish the mission goes well, Lord Hades. 】

The communication was immediately disconnected.

The first paragraph of Ayton's expulsion of the crowd here, as well as the fragments of the home and the wine bottle, are all from the original work "The Beginning of the Heresy". They have been adapted and processed, occupying about 200 words. I am very sorry that it involves the plot of the original work.

It also involves some parts that adapt the Bible. If reading this part makes you uncomfortable with your faith, it is recommended to stop reading the Word Bearers religious part.