The Normans Who Enslave Humanity

After highlighting the planet, Arsena Dunn continued:

"According to the Auspex's scan results, Nova Polya has no starports, and there are no spaceships within the entire system, suggesting it may not possess flight capabilities."

Nimrod slightly. The Normans might be the original Xenos race of Nova Polya. If so, then choosing the target of the Dice of Prophecy this time was even more correct.

"According to the results of the Auger Matrix scan, Nova Polya has orbital defense facilities."

"Feedback from the identification runes indicates that the orbital defense facility is small in scale, has low power, and poses little threat."

The Primarch's Attendants pressed the rune Control Staff his staff, and irregular red areas of varying sizes immediately appeared on the planet's surface.

He said, "There are 134 inhabited areas on the planet's surface, which have been labeled II, III, and IV in descending order of the frequency of life signals."

"Transmitting to the Tactical Network of the Honor Guard, Legion Library, 8th Legion, and the First, Fourth, Eighth, and Ninth Regiments of the Vostonia Auxilia."

Upon hearing this, Nimrod thought to himself: [Once Gabriel develops the Simulacrum Sanctum, information sharing such as uploading to the Tactical Network can be completed almost instantly.]

While it's possible to conduct war conference briefings with the efficiency of Iron Hands, efficiency isn't everything. Most people still prefer traditional face-to-face communication to sitting in a cold chair.

It can provide information beyond just data, and also maintain emotional connection.

Nimrod gathered his scattered thoughts and issued the order.

"Bomb Nova Polya and destroy its orbital defense facilities."

He got up, walked to the holographic image, extended his right hand, and tapped the area marked as Zone I.

"Prepare for airdrop."

Nova Polya surface, Tu'er City.

The human slaves looked outside in astonishment at the blinding beam of light descending from the sky.

"What are you looking at, you human scum? Get to work!" The Norman factory owner coldly looked at the human slaves.

Each of his eyeballs consists of twelve rhomboid lenses arranged in a honeycomb pattern.

The crystal contains swirling ripples, which refract rainbow colors when the pupil contracts.

The human slaves continued their work numbly, holding a glaring golden stone in their left hand and carefully polishing it with a basalt whetstone in their right.

A man, so thin he was practically skin and bones, weakly lost control of his right hand and carved a crack in the golden stone.

"Damn it, you idiot!"

The overseer roared in anger, raised his whip, and lashed it across the man.

"That was the decoration used in Breton's house, and you've ruined it! Even if you die a hundred times, you still can't afford to pay for it."

The human slave laborer lay on the ground, blood dripping from his forehead, glaring angrily at the overseer.

The grotesque overseer showed no mercy to his own kind; his heart belonged only to his Norman master.

The human slave did not beg for mercy; he knew that these overseer families had long since abandoned their human identity in the process of serving their Norman masters for thousands of years.

They would call themselves Trua, and the richest and most powerful would commission eyeballs with a rhomboid crystalline structure to resemble their masters as closely as possible.

Lower-ranking Trua, such as overseers, would decorate the area around their eyes with materials like glass to distinguish themselves from humans.

Begging for mercy has long been proven useless; the Trua will seize every opportunity to demonstrate their loyalty to their masters.

The human slave laborer clutched the glittering golden stone helplessly in his hand; its blinding light offered no hope.

When will the light shine upon us?

My grandfather once said that thousands of years ago, we humans didn't have to grovel before Xenos and allow them to enslave and trample on us like we do now.

Just as he was lost in thought, a loud bang startled him.

The human slaves instinctively scattered and fled, startling the overseers, who shouted at them as they dodged.

"Why are you running? You bastards, get back to work!"

The Trua overseer grinned maliciously and raised his whip, sparks crackling as he lashed it at the human slaves.

The next instant, a deafening explosion rang out, and the overseer was blasted into a pool of blood mist.

The Honor Guard members who landed inside the factory quickly assessed the situation after exiting the Drop Pod, confirming that the overseers had pledged allegiance to the Xenos who enslaved them, and then used explosives to Purification them.

The Normans was taken aback when he saw the black-armored Warrior. His eyes flashed, and he shouted.

"Kneel!" The Normans' thoughts spread to the black-armored Warrior, wanting to enslave them as they had always done.

The new batch of Honor Guard members had not yet grasped the first level of Thelema's Mindset, but they had already begun to hone their will. As soon as the Normans' intentions spread, they crashed into a high wall of will.

The Normans was in excruciating pain; his face turned pale, and he swayed.

One of the Honor Guard members was the first to recover; he raised his Bolter and fired at the Xenos.

The Trua guards who rushed over were astonished to see Lord Norman, who possessed magical abilities, lying on the ground with a large hole blown into his body.

At the same moment, Nimrod also encountered the Xenos and saw its unusual eyes. He immediately matched them with the eyes of the Normans, the main material of the "Telepathist" on the Blasphemy Slate.

"I want their heads."

Eyes are not easy to collect and may be accidentally damaged.

After Nimrod the order, Nimrod took flight and immediately spotted a Normans five hundred meters away.

With a thought, his consciousness spread towards the Normans.

In the instant their consciousnesses collided, the Primarch's consciousness destroyed the Normans' mental defenses.

The Normans let out a terrified scream, his eyes bulging as if he had seen something horrifying.

With a thud, the Normans's body fell to the ground; he had been terrified to death by "fear."

Nimrod didn't stop moving; he flew straight into the city, where there was an arched dome.

Along the way, Nimrod mental attacks to kill one Normans after another.

When the humans saw the black-armored Warrior with golden wings flying in, he didn't move, and the Xenos who had oppressed and enslaved them died.

They shouted "Angel!", "Liberator!", "Xenos Purifiers!"

Trua, terrified and enraged, shouted, "Damn you, you lowly slave!"

They brandished their weapons and attacked the slaves.

But seeing hope, the humans, unwilling to remain enslaved, swarmed forward, swinging their fists at Trua, who shamelessly served the Xenos.

Some people even jumped on them in anger and bit them.

Trua watched in horror as the rebellious humans were suppressed with weapons.

Despite their numerical advantage, humans are too weak physically, and having been enslaved, they have long lost their knowledge. Even if they seize firearms, they can only use them as iron bars.

Humanity suffered enormous casualties under the brutal repression in Trua.

Just then, the members of the Honor Guard, clad in black armor, launched a full-scale attack, killing the shameless Trua who had pledged allegiance to the Xenos, and then beheading the Normans with their battle swords.

Nimrod flew to the city center in an instant, where he saw a group of Normans dressed in golden robes gathered on the top floor of an arched building, surrounding a Pyramid- shaped device.

Nimrod's eyes narrowed as he saw thousands of Normans placing their hands on the gleaming golden Pyramid.

Within the "Warp Vision," a blinding light gathered within the device, and the psychic power it contained astonished even the Primarch.

[That device can gather the Normans' mental power together and unleash a mental attack.]

After making his judgment, Nimrod decided not to confront the Normans head-on, and of course he would use the divine artifact he had.

The Primarch infused the Spear with Psionic Energy and hurled it with all its might.

The Normans turned their heads, sensing that something terrifying was rapidly approaching.

They only had time to see a blinding flash of light before the golden light struck the Pyramid.

Rumble!

The Normans were deeply shaken; the shockwave of their mental power crashed against their souls like a raging tsunami.

"Ah..."

With screams, the Normans's body fell to the ground.

The Spear of Dionysus destroyed the Normans' mental constructs, and the resulting backlash instantly shattered the minds of the Norman elites.

After collecting the Normans eyes, Nimrod moved them to the "Nation of Disorder."

At the same time, he unexpectedly discovered that the material the Normans used as building decorations was the Golden Sunstone, the main ingredient of the potion for the "Bard" Sequence 8 "Light Worshipper".

Arsena gathers intelligence and uploads it to the Tactical Network.

He relayed Nimrod's order: the Librarian would be stationed in the 12th Chapter to launch an attack on Normans cities.

Third Company Captain Jurjur led his black-armored Warrior, whose right shoulders were painted with orange-red longswords, into the Norman city marked VI.

The Normans already knew that foreign black-armored giants had invaded Nova Polya, and they rallied together to stop the Third Company.

Jurjur ordered the attack, raised his left arm, aimed his Bolt Pistol at the Xenos, and fired a series of explosive rounds.

He then encountered the Xenos leader wielding a runic staff.

The Xenos leader raised his runic staff, aimed it at Jurjur, and shouted a rebuke.

The "Brawler" felt as if something had entered his head, as if a voice was telling him to kneel down.

The "Brawler" roared angrily, declaring that he would not kneel before anyone except the Primarch.

A surge of power welled up within the "Brawler," dispelling the Normans' mental shock.

Jurjur rushed in front of the Normans, his Power Blade piercing the Normans's abdomen, the blue Disruption Field shredding the Normans's body.

After the battle, Jurjur commanded the Shadow of Order to collect the Xenos heads and Golden Sunstone for the Monarch Majesty.

Thomas, the Chief Librarian, along with his Apprentice Nicholas, stormed the Norman city marked III.

Nicholas was more robust than most of the Shadow of Order; he was originally Fenrisian.

Nicholas was the most talented of Fenrisian.

Having just undergone a meningeal implantation, he was not yet Shadow of Order, nor was he the lowest-ranking Lexicanum in the Librarian.

While undergoing the modification surgery, he also apprenticed under Thomas as the most gifted Psionic Energy Apprentice.