[Everything started to get out of hand a month ago.] 】

[The first was the magnetic cyclone, which caused at least 12,000 kilometers of destruction in the southern part of the world, followed by the shutdown of power and water systems around the world, killing thousands of inhabitants.] 】

At first, we thought it was just a natural disaster and an opportunity for the cultists to take advantage of it, but in reality the situation was much worse than we expected. 】

[In the next seven days, three more accidents occurred in a row, and an unexplained storm has swept the whole world, destroying all power grids and communication facilities, affecting the distribution of food and water, and the people have begun large-scale riots. 】

[And the earthquake, the strongest earthquake! ] The largest nest of Li Xingxing has been completely swallowed by the cracks in the ground, and three cities have disappeared in succession in the tsunami hundreds of meters high, and ...... The sages of the Mecha have deduced that the atmosphere has been severely eroded, and that deadly radiation is about to sweep through the world. 】

[In the past month, we have lost three-quarters of the population, the social order has completely collapsed, and the situation has become irreparable. 】

[In view of this situation, I, the Governor of the Emperor's Will to protect the Star of Li: Conrad Varga, officially declare that I have renounced this world. 】

[We have issued the order to evacuate on the last communication platform, and all the people of this world are flocking to the planetary capital of Karenna, where the infrastructure is strong and wide enough to accommodate them all, but we lack a fleet!] Evacuate the fleet! 】

[For this reason, I am here to send a signal for help, anyone, any of the Emperor's people, any expeditionary fleet not far from us, I beg you, to temporarily change direction and save Li Xing, who is also the Emperor's people! 】

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"And that's what we're here for."

On the average of a thousand-son warrior, Hathor-Matt thinks he respects these pathetic mortals enough to make things as easy to understand as possible.

After the Governor of Li Xing sent that desperate letter for help through the Star Whisperers, he and the deplorable world received the Emperor's mercy almost immediately:

The expeditionary fleet of the Fifteenth [Thousand Sons] Astarte Legion replied seventeen hours after the message was sent: they happened to be passing through the edge of the sector, and the genetic prototype of the Legion, from Magnus of Prospero, was also happy to help mortals in most cases.

Thanks to the guidance of countless powerful psionics, the 28th Expeditionary Fleet carried the entire Thousand Sons Legion to the low-earth orbit of Li Xing in the blink of an eye, and the situation here was even worse than the Gene Prototype imagined: even the Imperial Governor who sent the distress message himself had lost his message in the chaotic crowd, and the Thousand Sons Legion had to deal with all the troubles in the world in front of them alone.

Things might have been better if they had been replaced by the Dark Angels or the Shadowmoon Wolves, but the Legion of the Thousand Sons lived up to their name: after the tragedy known as the Flesh Mutation, only about a thousand warriors survived, and a dozen or so standard years of Terra weren't enough time to make the legion strong again.

Thinking of this, Hathor Matt couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if it weren't for the lack of manpower, he would not have come to do such trivial chores as evacuating the village.

"Listen, mortal, I'll say it again, one last time."

Magnus's heir struggled to keep himself calm, his eyes narrowed, and he observed the old man in front of him: ragged, shaky chaff, the only thing of value on his body was the cane carved with a slender viper, and Hathor could see the fear and complete resistance that glistened in the depths of his pupils, which is normal for mortals in the face of an imperial angel, and phlegm, the irrepressible black phlegm that flowed from the corners of his mouth......

Hathor didn't look closely.

"You look back now and look at this mountain, where you lived in previous generations, it was not as calm as it seemed, it was a dead volcano, and now, the geomagnetic fusion of your world has reactivated it, it has become an active volcano again, really, volcano!"

"You know what that means, right? Mortal. ”

"Now look around you, there are more than five hundred of them here: peasants, blacksmiths, women and children, and more than twenty houses, barren terraces, and the only link this place has with the outside world is a railroad, which is obviously broken."

Chiko's arm followed his fingertips to the scrap buried in the hillside: the so-called railroad track was in tatters, and it bent beneath the village like a rotting snake.

Above the decaying thing, the sky was already showing something unpleasant, and anyone with sight could see that the gas that lingered on the top of the mountain was gradually turning a sickly yellow, and behind them were layers of floating ash, and even lightning and storms were mixed in.

This shitty place would be destroyed in ten Terra standard hours at most, and he was still here playing boring language games with these idiots.

Anxiety was taking over Hathor's brain.

But he couldn't do it, there were only five of them, they couldn't take all the fools, and as an Astarte warrior, some unspeakable rules were preventing him from attacking these unarmed emperor's subjects.

"Do you see the gas? The ash, the thunder, the storms, they will kill you, they will kill you all, your homes will explode, and there will not be a single residue left. ”

"And now, thanks to the mercy of my lord Magnus, you can board the Storm Bird and go with us to a safe area, such as Carrena or whatever, and leave this world."

"It's you who should really leave!"

In front of Hathor, the trembling old man slowly raised his fist and clenched it in mid-air as an answer to Astarte.

"Now, you ...... Ahem...... We should leave, we will stay here, in our hometown and in the fields! ”

He coughed incessantly, and his thin body spat out thick black-brown phlegm one after another, so much that it made people wonder if he had vomited out all his internal organs.

"You're all going to die!"

Hathor could barely contain his anger.

"If this continues, you will all die here, and my men and I will be ordered to evacuate you...... Don't make me say the same thing, those storms, they're going to kill you! ”

"No, quite the opposite."

"The Storm is a gift, the gift that we have all waited for all our lives, and it will lead us to the great Storm Lord, Tam, and we will stand by his side and enjoy eternal peace and joy."

The eyes of Magnus's children widened at this stupid remark, and when he saw the same insistence appear in the eyes of all mortals, his anger churned so much that it turned into some kind of most ridiculous laugh.

He couldn't help but laugh.

"Lord of the Storm? Squire? Are you believing in a crude god? Giving your life for a vaudeville joke? ”

"You are not allowed to insult our faith!"

Mortals, all mortals, fell into hysterical fury the moment his words landed, their faces hideous, and they entertained the blasphemer with the most vicious curses.

But Magnus's son didn't care, and he turned and walked towards Stormbird and his comrades.

"How's it going?"

Someone was asking him.

"They don't want to leave, let's go."

Hathor waved his hands, and after laughing, his mood was still terrible because of the deep-seated stupidity.

"What kind of Sitan god is that?"

The other Thousand Sons warriors were not surprised, but they soon raised new questions.

"Then what about our mission, they will definitely die here."

"Then let them die!"

Hathore's scathing scolding caused a moment of silence in his group, until his lieutenant motioned for him to look at the horizon: another stormbird was teetering for landing.

"Ah......h

Chiko's mood began to improve, especially when he saw the silver-haired and blue-eyed lady coming down from the storm bird, and Hathor simply sat down with his team and waited for the mission to be completed.

Sure enough, leave things like this to Ms. Morgan, and she never disappoints.

Hathor thought.

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As for Ms. Morgan's reputation, Hathor had heard about it long before he came to Li Xingxing.

She is said to have hailed from the southern part of the Maelstrom, further northwest of the Five Hundred Worlds, home of Ultramarines, and joined the Empire's army as the heir of a local prince after an expeditionary fleet of ronin traders discovered her homeland.

Some rumors suggest that her origins are not true, but those rumors are naturally seen as rumors of jealousy along with the mortal's outstanding performance.

The Morgan lady quickly proved to be a gifted psionic master and a capable doer, who rose from the crowd of mortals in less than a standard year of Terra to become the chosen officer of the legion of the Thousand Sons who were in need of manpower.

Hathor had never been interested in mortal things, and he considered himself a higher lifeform, but after working with the Morgan lady for more than fifty days, he had to admit that sometimes she could make people look forward to it.

And as he was thinking, the conversation in the village had taken on a new turn: the silver-haired female official had made the foolish cultists bow down to their orders in just a few words, and they rushed to pack up their belongings and follow in the lady's footsteps.

As they lowered their heads and lined up towards the storm birds, Chiko couldn't help but whisper in Morgan's ear.

"How did you convince these idiots?"

"Use some of the stupidest means."

She said vaguely, but Hathor didn't choose to ask more: for some reason, he always felt a certain fear in the face of this face that didn't know how to smile.

He thinks it's a delusion.

Magnus's heir was arrogant and guarded, and he watched his men greet the mortal with cold eyes, while the fellows on the other Stormbird were almost ready to look at her—it had only been more than fifty days, and it had dishonored the Legion.

Just as the rising star of the Bright Feather School was feeling indignant, his communication device began to ring.

"How's it going on your side, Hathor?"

It was the voice of the Raven School of Ahriman.

"It's done...... With the help of our lady Morgan. ”

After a moment's thought, Hathor didn't take the credit.

"I think so, it's Morgan after all."

Ahriman sighed flatly at first, and then, his tone became slightly quicker.

"Then you should hurry back to Carrena, there is an urgent need for manpower here, we need to completely revise the evacuation plan of the whole world, and the two genetic primordials need the help of all forces, whether it is you or Ms. Morgan."

“…… Two of you? ”

Hathor captured certain information.

"Yes, both."

Ahriman affirmed this, then continued in a nonchalant tone, and Hathor could hear the hoarse commands and the cacophony of the crowd around him.

"Perturabo is here, and his Iron Warrior."