Heretic Must Die

The Planetary Governor's orders were executed immediately. A platoon of the Planetary Defense Force received instructions and arrived at the noble's manor in troop carriers, weapons in hand.

Jumping down from the troop carrier, Corporal Dmitri straightened a metal badge on his chest before blowing his whistle to get his squad to assemble.

The soldiers noticed Corporal Dmitri's actions, but their eyes were filled with envy.

It meant that Corporal Dmitri had killed at least one Heretic.

All the PDF soldiers were aware of the Heretics in the city sewers.

After all, General Gregory was not a merciful man. He had really pulled ten regiments of the PDF to the front lines, and they had all taken turns seeing just how terrifying those metal Heretics really were.

The Defense Force had paid a heavy price for this.

But it also allowed the survivors to quickly grow into qualified soldiers. Those like Corporal Dmitri, who had successfully entered the sewers to hunt Heretics, were the elite of the elite.

Such excellent soldiers often earned a great deal of respect among the Guard soldiers, because their Commissar had told them that only the bravest and most outstanding Guard soldiers could earn the honor of hunting Heretics in the sewers.

Although many of them never returned, those who did, like Corporal Dmitri, would soon receive the honor of promotion and the envious gazes of countless others.

Feeling this envious gaze, Corporal Dmitri puffed out his chest even more, making his body armor bulge.

He certainly had good reason to be proud. Although he and his teammates had paid a considerable price to kill that terrifying Heretic, and he had even lost an eye in the process, the glory of that battle made him and his teammates feel that all the sacrifices and efforts were worth it.

Because of this achievement, they were no longer referred to as burdens of the God-Emperor by the Commissar, but were qualified to call themselves his valiant warriors.

It was also for this reason that Dmitri was furious when he heard that they were going to raid the manor of a Heretic noble.

How dare they betray the grace of the God-Emperor?! As nobles, instead of being loyal to the God-Emperor and dying for the Empire, they actually believed in Heretical faiths?! What blasphemy and unforgivable behavior!

Dmitri had not read many books. In fact, most common children on Rostov II had no opportunity for education.

But as children, they were usually able to come into contact with some Adeptus Ministorum priests. These friendly clerics would teach the children some Low Gothic reading and writing skills, so that they could understand the Adeptus Ministorum scriptures and understand the holiness and greatness of His Divine Majesty.

For the purpose of evangelism, these priests usually used Adeptus Ministorum classics as teaching materials when teaching children to read and write.

This allowed Dmitri to clearly understand the greatness of His Divine Majesty from an early age, and that all the subjects of the Empire depended on the great grace of the God-Emperor to live in this galaxy.

Any act of betraying the God-Emperor's faith was shameful and blasphemous.

As a child, Dmitri had the good fortune to witness a White Phosphorus Execution. The heretic being executed begged for mercy and wailed in pain, which really scared him for a long time, and it haunted his young mind. For a long time, it would become the material for nightmares every night.

But now, Dmitri felt that White Phosphorus Execution was somewhat too merciful for Heretics.

Their crime of blaspheming the God-Emperor could not be cleansed by a single White Phosphorus Execution.

"Move it! Search carefully! Don't let go of any clues! They are Heretics who have betrayed the God-Emperor, and they must not be let go! They are not innocent, they are sinners who blaspheme the God-Emperor!" Dmitri shouted loudly at his subordinates. The platoon leader did not stop him, because the platoon leader himself was leading people to capture the noble's family members.

Although they were all female relatives, noble female relatives who would not even look at them on weekdays, they were Heretics, or at least relatives of Heretics.

So they were roughly pulled by their arms or hair and dragged into the yard. Some people beat them roughly, and some spat at them. A lady who looked very delicate was knocked to the ground, with terrible bruises on her face, crying like a pear blossom in the rain, pitiful and lovable.

If it were normal times, this would definitely attract a large number of righteous young men to stand up for her. Even Dmitri himself felt that these people were being too cruel.

But as soon as he thought that these were Heretics who blasphemed the God-Emperor, Dmitri couldn't help but spit a mouthful of phlegm on the noble girl's gorgeous clothes.

Although he wanted to spit on her face, he didn't know why he suddenly had a moment of pity.

However, soon, the various blasphemous things searched out from the manor completely dispelled the trace of pity in Dmitri's heart.

This noble lady maintained her youth and beauty by bathing in the blood of living people. In the basement of her manor, they found imprisoned girls and other innocent people, most of whom were tortured to the point of being on the verge of death.

Especially the imprisoned girl, almost all the blood in her body had been drained, and her skin was as pale as a corpse.

As for the others, most of them had suffered cruel torture. The cruelty of these tortures was appalling. Most of them had lost their complete limbs, and the remaining parts of some individuals were less than one-third of the original. Their entire bodies had been made into decorations for some kind of dark art.

The most blasphemous creation searched out from the manor was a painting, a living painting.

These blasphemous things made Dmitri feel cold all over. Even when facing the fear aura of the Flayed Ones Heretics, Dmitri could bravely shout the name of the God-Emperor and face the terror directly, but everything in front of him made him afraid to look at it any longer.

Because he was afraid, afraid that he would not be able to help but kill these Heretics directly.

That would be too easy for them! They must pay the most cruel price for their blasphemous crimes!

At the same time, Dmitri also felt extremely ashamed and ashamed that he had actually felt pity for a Heretic just now, making him want to treat these blasphemous Heretics in the most cruel way.

And White Phosphorus Execution was still too merciful for these Heretics who blasphemed the God-Emperor.