The Istavan III Campaign: Betrayal

Francis was in the conference room at that moment, with the Soul Drinkers lined up before him to receive a few items.

A pink flesh glove, a teal bio-armored gauntlet, "Sun Mushroom" seeds, and a large quantity of growth stimulants.

The Soul Drinkers had never seen Francis so serious before. After handing the items to them, Francis continued, "Remember, no matter where, no matter when, no matter what position."

"As long as I say 'the harvest is here,' you will all do as I say. Absolutely do not look back, and do not hesitate."

"This time, it's truly dangerous. This isn't a game~"

The Soul Drinkers listened with solemn eyes, their hearts heavy after hearing his words. One of them voiced a question.

"What if we kill the wrong people?"

Francis was silent for a moment, then replied, "It's fine. There will be too many people then, no one will notice if you kill one wrong person. Just kill two more right ones when you turn back."

Hearing this, everyone's hearts immediately relaxed. It was fine as long as killing the wrong person wasn't an issue.

Seeing their relieved expressions, Francis felt as though he had said something wrong.

Suddenly.

The ground shook violently, and a very sharp turn sent everyone tumbling down.

"What's going on?"

"Yeah, yeah. Did we run into an alien warship?"

"Everyone calm down, calm down. Let's see what the Primarch says."

Just as everyone looked forward, Francis had disappeared at some point.

Meanwhile, Francis had already appeared in the control room. He saw Horus and the others pursuing Leman Russ's Hrafnkel.

"What is this?"

Francis's sudden appearance made Horus show a hint of vigilance. He felt that Francis should be related to all of this.

But after analyzing, he found that the other party hadn't transmitted any information to the outside from his ship, which was a bit strange.

Who had guessed that he would use virus bombs? It was clearly impossible for Leman Russ, whose mind was only filled with wine and meat.

"Hmm, I didn't expect Leman Russ to be hiding here. He just picked up the Astartes from the ground."

"But it's useless. His ship is loaded with too many warriors, and its speed is far from enough."

"Accelerate and catch up, fire!"

Following Horus's command, the Vengeful Spirit sped towards the other vessel. Just as countless cannons began to charge, Francis stole a glance at the control console, and the control glove on his left hand trembled slightly.

With a boom, the warship suddenly stopped.

Horus, whose eyes were originally filled with bloodlust, suddenly froze.

"Why isn't it moving? Adeptus Mechanicus repairmen, fix the malfunction immediately!" Horus roared in anger. The repairmen rushed to appease the machine spirit.

Seeing the Hrafnkel getting further and further away, Horus angrily punched the ship's hull.

"Damn it! What kind of trash is the Adeptus Mechanicus doing!"

"Having problems at the critical moment!"

As Horus cursed, the Vengeful Spirit, which had been gradually moving, stopped completely.

Repairmen: "..."

Time returned to one day prior.

Taviz arrived on the ground ahead of the virus bomb.

With a bang, he immediately ran out.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! We've been abandoned by the Warmaster and the Primarch!"

"They've betrayed the Imperium!"

"They're about to drop virus bombs!"

"Everyone run!"

Taviz's shouts echoed across the battlefield. Coupled with their failed attempts to contact their warships, they immediately realized that what he said was true.

"Find cover! Escape!"

"Everyone hide!"

Following the elder's command from the Dreadnought, all the Astartes retreated and sought cover.

It was at this moment that they simultaneously received a message from Leman Russ.

"There are anti-gas tools on the ground. Head to the dark side immediately and board the Hrafnkel."

As expected, a large number of airdropped supplies fell. The warriors urgently put on their anti-gas gear and headed to the dark side.

Taviz was also a bit dumbfounded. Someone was faster than him!

As they retreated, the monsters of the Chorus City revealed confused eyes.

"Why aren't you playing anymore? Is it not fun?"

"Is it not exciting enough?"

The monsters muttered to themselves. Since there were no enemies, they would seek pleasure in a different way, and decadent music echoed throughout the Chorus City.

And in the center of the city, the rebel leader was also cheering.

"Hahaha~ Thank you for saving us, ■■■■! Thank you, God!"

However, as he looked up to give thanks, countless massive Devourer Virus Bombs flew down.

One of them struck right beside him.

Boom, boom, boom~

Driven by the shock charges of thousands of explosive payloads, the Devourer Virus instantly began its work, infecting and destroying. It was an extremely contagious scavenger that could turn every creature it came into contact with into a disgusting, rotten liquid.

Flesh fell from bone, and all sound ceased instantly. Creatures that inhaled the virus drowned in the putrid liquid in their own lungs.

Plants instantly melted into brown-black sludge, heading straight for the end of their lives.

Even the corrupted creatures, as long as they were organic, could not escape it all.

In the blink of an eye, the city was like a giant tombstone, having lost all its color. Without even a single wail heard, the 8 billion native humans on the entire planet vanished from their places.

The original plains and jungles collapsed into rotten mud, and the oceans turned into green silt.

The psychic death screams of these 8 billion people flashed in the Warp, bringing immense joy to certain beings!

From the warships, Istavan III looked like a rapidly rotting apple, hanging in place.

"Damn it! They are truly beasts!"

"Primarchs are uniting to betray the Emperor!"

"If it weren't for the Space Wolves' battlecruiser, we probably would have turned into rotten fruit too!"

The temporary leaders of several Legions met, all looking at the scene with immense anger. They decided to reclaim the names of their Legions; they refused to share a name with the rebellious Astartes!

As they emerged from the shadow, they discovered the other party. Leman Russ also felt a sense of urgency.

One versus two, the advantage is ours!

Just as the Vengeful Spirit and the Emperor's Wrath were about to catch up to him.

Suddenly.

The Vengeful Spirit slammed on the brakes, stopping in place.

Leman Russ's eyes lit up.

"Activate all shields, take the Emperor's Wrath's attack head-on, and enter the Warp at full speed."

Rumble~

Accompanied by the fierce bombardment of the Emperor's Wrath, the Hrafnkel vibrated violently before it suddenly shot into the Warp.

Watching the Hrafnkel depart, Horus took a deep breath and said, "Is it fixed yet?"

"Not yet, the machine spirit is throwing a tantrum. It will take a while longer." Oil dripped continuously from the forehead of the Adeptus Mechanicus technician.

"Sigh~~"

Horus seemed to age several years suddenly, but at this moment, he thought that if two Gloriana-class warships were pursuing, they definitely wouldn't let the opponent escape.

When he turned to look at their positions, he found that the Conqueror was still near Istavan III and hadn't moved at all.

Instantly, his anger flared, and he roared, "What are Angron and his World Eaters doing!"

There was no other way.

In the end, only the Emperor's Wrath could drag the Vengeful Spirit back.

Until they contacted the Conqueror, they heard sounds of fighting from the other side.

"You're talking nonsense! Why should you lead the World Eaters Legion! Who do you think you are!"

"Corsolax, watch your mouth! You're not qualified!"

"Leowen, who do you think you are, telling me off!"

"Stop arguing! Can you guys even beat Lord Kharn! Do you even qualify!"

"You're just a lackey! Attack him!"

Hearing the voices from the other side, Horus looked at Francis expressionlessly. "What's going on?"

Francis shrugged and said, "Don't look at me, you're the Warmaster, not me!"