Your Guards Are Fast, But My Blade Is Faster

This meant that these people had died in the initial decapitation strike by infiltrating enemies, which was the fundamental reason why the High Tower's situation spiraled out of control so quickly.

The miners' resistance outside was insignificant, but when the internal administrators were also killed in large numbers simultaneously, the High Tower inevitably descended into chaos.

But none of it mattered. Akalin had never truly relied on the Overseers and garrisons from the lower levels; his confidence stemmed from his own private guard.

A private force of five hundred men, all equipped with force-feedback power armor. The master of the High Tower had always pursued quality over quantity. The power armor alone for this private force had cost him half his fortune, not to mention the accompanying weapons and equipment. The cost made him ache even now when he recalled it.

But it was all worth it. It was precisely because of this private force that he could maintain his position as patriarch and sever the tentacles of other families on Giava who dared to reach for the High Tower.

"Clap, clap, clap." A crisp applause suddenly rang out from the doorway.

"As expected of the master of the High Tower, your armed forces are exceptionally powerful. Mere miner slaves are naturally insignificant. However, I have a question I wish to ask Lord Akalin." Korax's figure appeared abruptly in the room, which was tightly guarded by Akalin's private soldiers.

Neither the well-equipped guards nor Akalin had noticed how the opponent had appeared. The tall, handsome man before them seemed to have materialized out of thin air.

"This group of miners was organized by you, wasn't it? May I ask for your name, sir?" Akalin asked, looking at the man who had suddenly appeared.

"My name is Korax. In the language of Giava, it means Savior." Korax revealed his name to the other party this time.

"May I ask what question Mr. Korax has?" Akalin asked with a smile, while his hand behind his back continuously transmitted signals outward through the ring he wore.

"I wonder, are your guards faster, or is my blade faster?" Korax did not stop the other party's subtle actions.

Even if his guards attacked together, they wouldn't be able to harm Korax. People were still people, with vast differences between them, especially since a Primarch was a Warp deity cloaked in human skin. Numbers meant nothing to them.

Oh, it should be said that they did mean something. After all, Primarchs were still in their growth phase. Even the absurd Xenos in the galaxy could be suppressed by a small squad of elite warriors.

Unfortunately, the High Tower master's private guard clearly did not fall into that category.

"Mr. Korax, whatever you desire, the High Tower and the Mechanicus Guild can fulfill your needs." Sensing that things were rapidly slipping out of his control, Akalin could only resort to stalling tactics to buy more time.

"I already told Agamemnon during the general strike, so I won't repeat myself. Since Lord Akalin has brought up the Mechanicus Guild, I will invite you to witness a grand event on Giava, and at the same time, see if your private guard can break through the blockade set up by my companions." Korax checked the time and suggested to the other party.

"Giava?" Akalin frowned upon hearing this. Giava had been peaceful recently, and he had never heard any news of rebels or any families planning a coup on the main planet. Everyone there was happily exploiting the sweat and blood of the lower classes and plundering the wealth of the entire galaxy through unequal industrial exchange.

When there were infinite opportunities in the external space, plundering wealth from other places was much simpler than political struggles. Only when the cake was almost divided would the focus of conflict shift inward, and the internal power struggles within organizations would become the main storyline.

It could be said without exaggeration that Giava had gathered fifty percent of the wealth of the surrounding galaxy and even the sector.

"The people of the Giava system live their entire lives under the rule of the Mechanicus Guild, from birth to death. Even if you take Lycaeus, how can you, a bunch of miner slaves, resist Giava's counterattack?" Akalin said with a disdainful laugh at this point.

In his eyes, these slaves were as laughable as ants trying to shake a tree.

"Under a nuclear bomb, all beings are equal. I don't believe the backbone of the Mechanicus Guild is as hard as a nuclear bomb." Korax directly took a data slate from the High Tower master and brought up several real-time images.

The Mechanicus Guild headquarters, the Giava Legion command center, the technological research center, the ancestral lands of several major families – familiar buildings and symbols appeared in Akalin's eyes.

"No, you can't do this! Giava will be destroyed!" Akalin immediately understood that the other party intended to use the mining nuclear bombs on Lycaeus to bombard these places from near orbit.

"Every new nation is born from a decaying dynasty. The ancient saying, 'When one whale falls, ten thousand things grow,' perfectly describes the current situation.

Moreover, this is your Giava. I want a Giava that belongs entirely to me." Korax turned back and stared into Akalin's eyes, his gaze filled with unwavering determination.

"What about the innocent people? How many innocent people will die in the nuclear explosion?" Akalin questioned angrily.

"How strange. The dignified master of the High Tower actually cares about the lives of innocent people." Korax suddenly laughed.

Wasn't this the tears of a crocodile?

"Draw your sword. If you can defeat me, you will still have a chance to save those innocent people you speak of." Korax untied the shadow chains that were bound around Akalin's weapon.

As for the others in the room? Bound by the shadow chains, they could only watch obediently. Korax wasn't foolish enough to give them a chance to sneak attack him.

This stemmed from Sandman's constant emphasis to Korax: Haven't you seen how many people have ended up capsizing in the gutter while trying to show off? If Sandman were here, he would have chosen to break the opponent's limbs first before having a nice chat.

"Then die!" Enraged, Akalin drew the power sword at his waist, activated its disintegration field, and with the unique hum of the power weapon, charged straight at Korax.

The sharp blade was enveloped in a faint blue light. The disintegration field could easily break the molecular bonds of matter during an attack, effortlessly slicing through sturdy ceramite armor.

"Slow, too slow." Korax looked at Akalin, enhanced by the Precision Power Armor, and said with disappointment.

In his eyes, the other party's movements were like slow motion in a movie. If Korax wanted to, he could dismember the other party in less than a second.

"Thump."

Korax lifted his foot and retracted it.

Under the expectant gazes of those confined in the room, the master of the High Tower was sent flying back even faster than he had arrived.