Valentus watched the so-called camera explode. It began with a near-frozen burst of fire, which slammed into the waxed floor like solid, and then exploded abruptly.

It was followed by a violent flash of light that stung his eyes, forcing him to close them for a moment. When it opened it again, the white light had faded, and the flames that erupted happily took its place, making everything feel like a scorching hell.

This was the end of the explosion, it was staggering, but it didn't do much damage, and the only thing it might have done was to distract him - but the effect was over, and Valentus' gun and sword were already in his hands.

With great rage, he began to search for his enemies, but found nothing. The damned Rogue Trader and his guards, as well as the young assistant, were gone.

The only remaining director of the press office, the foreign director, cried out Robert Killman's name and kept explaining why he did it. Forced, threatened, and controlled by his family, he had so many reasons that it almost felt like a crude story made up

Yingjie gave him a cold look, raised his gun on guard, and kicked him over. The man rolled over in horror and lay down on the ground, looking at him with a shudder.

Valentus didn't give him a chance to utter more clichés, he lightly stepped on the other's chest, and was about to start asking about the situation, but he didn't have time at all. An eerie sweet scent mixed with a foul stench invaded his nostrils before his torture began.

Valentus immediately pulled the trigger.

He reacted quickly, but it didn't help, because the transformation never stops once it starts. Blood splattered out, and in the presence of Valentus, the foreign director of the Makurag press office, Elam Santiafos, became the first person to be recorded dead.

The cause of his death has been described as a demonic stealing a shell - a real demon.

A hound, as if formed by shadows, leaped out of his shell, and the gate was slammed open by the guards, and the victorious soldiers rushed into it with sharp blades in hand, and the hounds began to bark wildly.

It lunged at Valentus, who fired three shots at it, and the propulsion of the bomb knocked it out without reservation. A ferocious slash followed, and the Power Sword brutally decapitated it.

But this was just the beginning, and more demons began to leap out of Elam Santiafos's body against common sense. The smell of decay began to grow stronger, and the midday sunlight in Maculag vanished with it.

Thick clouds inexplicably appeared in the sky, obscuring the sunlight and obscuring the sky—so unusual, and the Death Guards were the first to notice that something was wrong.

The warning began with them and spread throughout Maculag, and their vigilance proved to be correct, as tens of thousands of civilians were rescued and survived because of this warning of several minutes.

Because, according to the subsequent investigation report, eight minutes after the explosion began, the Whisperers had already been witnessed jumping out of the portal.

This was not a surprise attack, but an extermination war with the fundamental purpose of killing every Makulag.

Every innocent soul and their blood that has died along the way, starting with Couss, is for this moment. The haters engulfed innocent spirits and descended on Maculag and began to sacrifice them.

A murderous spiral is about to be born, but the seeds of hatred have been sown many years ago and are deeply rooted in the hearts of everyone who has experienced it. Now they are coming, coming for revenge.

They had eight-pointed stars carved on their foreheads, and their bodies were wrapped in flesh and human bones. It was unnecessary, but they wanted to make the sacrifice even more tragic.

For revenge, they will do anything.

Meanwhile, in a corner of Terra, Magnus, the Crimson King, and his sons have a routine weekly call.

It was one of the small privileges he still enjoyed after being imprisoned in Terra, and he had been using it and trying to instruct his sons on how to come out of the pain of losing their psionic powers, as he had also come out.

Now, though he could not see, he was calmer than ever.

But he did not anticipate one thing, that the Son would be like the Father.

The consequences of this event spread to 10,000 years later.

Both Perturabo and Vulcan heard the loud noise, and they immediately ended their discussion, which was more like an argument, and ran towards it.

The only difference between the two of them was probably only in their expressions, and the Iron Lord had a gloomy face, but he didn't look surprised. He had expected that the gloom of the present moment was nothing more than irritation when the bad conjecture came true.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon was different, and Vulcan's face was full of anger and an extremely intense embarrassment.

The two victorious soldiers followed behind them, their weapons already dancing with lightning. Three minutes later, they encountered the first demons.

Of course, they couldn't match the two primitives, and in fact, if they were to count it, they couldn't even defeat the two victorious troops, but it didn't matter, they were summoned to die.

Just like Elam Santiafos.

A mortal, even if he is forced to be stuffed with ornaments belonging to Chaos, even if he is tattooed with Chaos Eight-pointed Star in a place obscured by clothes, even if he has been 'blessed' by a priest who is proficient in demonic knowledge in advance, he can only go so far

But he was just a decoy, a decoy to hide the true intentions of the enemy, nothing more.

And Perturabo had expected it.

The Iron Lord stood in the hallway of stumps and severed arms with his blood-stained hammer, and a grim smile finally appeared on his face, which had been incomparably cold since he landed.

——

Talasha Yutun had heard the explosion as well, how could she not have heard it? The housekeeper sat calmly in the empty reception hall, still keeping her head down and sorting through the papers in front of her.

Half a minute later, a side door in the hall was slowly pushed open. The ronin merchant Mog Sreert and his ten followers rushed in, while Elam Santiafos' young assistant was at the end.

Yutun raised his eyes and glanced at them, still calm.

"Who are you?" She asked solemnly. "If you trespass here without permission, you need to go to jail."

The Rogue Merchant glanced at her and chuckled in a voice that was very different from his previous answer to Yingjie's question.

"You live up to your name, Talasha Yudon."

"No wonder you can teach Robert Killeman so well." The young assistant echoed his words and nodded. "It's a pity."

The housekeeper frowned, grabbed her cane, and slowly stood up from behind the desk that had been moved.

And Mogg still smiled, and even applauded. He wasted no more time, waved his hand, and the ten attendants took their orders sluggishly and walked towards Yutun at a perfectly synchronized rate.

The housekeeper smiled at him unhurriedly, and the kind of calmness that was by no means a fraud made the faces of the wanderer and the young assistant change suddenly.

"It's too late, traitor." Talasha Yuton whispered. "Fire, Master Dantiok."

As she had said, the fire erupted immediately. It rained like a raindrop, and it came from nowhere, but in an instant, the ten followers were beaten into a sieve, and at the same time, the black and white floor in the hall collapsed violently.

Iron Warriors, Death Guards, Ultramarines, and Salamanders rose in silence from the trenches they had dug at some point, encircling the Rogue Trader and their young assistants.

Frix the Breaker wields his hammer, shattering the Trachando's shoulder blades and kneecaps. The touch of feedback made him smile.

The young assistant was cut off by the sword swing of the Death Guard's Garo Company Commander, and in a low gasp, he was trampled on his head.

Garo trampled his head coldly, cruelly, but comfortably.

The commander of the company of the "Alpha" salamander, Atellus Numeang, roared angrily. "You shameless wretched people are in the company of traitors!"

"They're traitors, Lord Ataylus." Fricks corrected. "Can you do this kind of thing, it's like livestock?"

"You're not qualified to judge us!" The Ronin Merchant growled. "Pray, you fools, may the False Emperor bless your souls!"

His words caused Frix to smash his head violently, and Garo swung his sword to decapitate the young assistant. And this was not the end, it was only the beginning—in the pitch-black mist that rose like smoke, the bodies of the ten followers began to distort.

A voice belonging to Danteok sounded above the hall with great urgency: "Attack! Raid! Protect Ms. Judton! ”

The tide erupted, and the hounds, several times stronger than the first dead demon, burst out of the mist with their fangs bared and rushed towards Yudon.

There were more pitch-black shadows behind them, some like wild beasts, with bird heads or wings, others as large as siege engines, six meters tall, muscular, and breathing bloody like a river

Frix and Atellus snapped up, promethium flames surging out and striking the demon, and the City Breaker immediately ran to the lady, holding her firmly behind her. The victorious army followed, protecting their ladies from the water.

The battle began in an instant, and the entire hall became a manifestation of a nightmare in an instant. The air became condensed, and everyone was fighting hard, but the housekeeper, who was in the center of the crowd, calmly clenched her cane.

She looked at this bloody nightmare, and there was only one thought in her heart.

Robert, is this what you've faced on Cowes?

Robert Killeman would lie if he could answer.

But he couldn't.

There is also a chapter in 4k.

(End of chapter)