A Single Thought of Casting My Lot with Chaos, and Heaven and Earth Suddenly Seemed Vast!
Grey's approach was undoubtedly correct.
We must block the news of what happened in Upper-hive, otherwise... if the Defense Force, riot squads, and the Department of Justice find out that Upper-hive has long been infiltrated by a cult and that the passageways were completely sealed off to prevent the harm from spreading, their morale will probably collapse completely!
Rather than letting everyone fall into fear and panic, it's better to direct all the blame at the Upper-hive nobles. After all... Grey knows very well that at this juncture, people will subconsciously think that the nobles must be cowardly to close the Hive City.
As it turned out, Grey's guess was accurate.
Even Alvin, who had traveled from another world, would initially think that nobles were all insects, cowardly and useless creatures who were afraid of death, which was why they sealed off their Hive City and sent them to their deaths outside.
But what's the truth?
The patriarchs of several major families, upon realizing the presence of a cult and the Chaos Star within the Upper-hive, decisively issued a final order to the Planetary Defense Force stationed outside: hold the nest at all costs. To prevent the Chaos from spreading, they resolutely sealed off the Upper-hive.
It's like a giant "can," locking all the nobles, Chaos, and cults of the Upper-hive inside!
Alvin wasn't sure how many nobles volunteered, but... the noble who issued the order undoubtedly possessed immense resolve!
To this day, the Imperium, amidst war and turmoil, is like a broken-down carriage, swaying and teetering for millennia. It seems as if it could fall apart at any moment, yet... there is an endless stream of countless people who are willing to sacrifice their lives as the foundation, just to keep this broken-down carriage moving!
Undeniably, the Imperium is riddled with instigators.
However, it cannot be denied that there are still many humans who uphold the beliefs of the Imperium of Man and are willing to die for it, inheriting the Emperor's will!
"I'm sorry... I..."
Alvin suddenly choked up, unsure of what to say.
He seemed to have grasped a little of why humanity had been able to survive for tens of thousands of years in this cesspool-like Milky Way galaxy.
"After you leave here, forget everything that just happened, understand?"
After pouring out his heart, Grey seemed much more relaxed. His furrowed brows unfurrowed, and he chuckled, "No need to be so serious. We'll all die, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, but... definitely not now!"
"You... are truly powerful, Commissar."
Alvin looked at Grey with genuine admiration.
Even in such a desperate situation, he was still able to rally, command the army, and boost everyone's morale!
"No, the powerful one has never been me, but humanity!" Grey laughed proudly, "Humanity is the greatest race. We explored the stars, we fought against Chaos, Ten Thousand Years Ago, and tens of thousands of years from now... it will still be the same!"
"Commissar, do you really think... we can win?"
Alvin had no idea where this Commissar got his confidence from. It seemed that no matter how desperate the situation, he could quickly pull himself together and convey confidence to those around him.
"I assure you, we... no, humanity, the Imperium, will surely defeat the heretics!" Grey gazed at the starry sky, pointing in a certain direction amidst the vast galaxy. "Look, that direction is my home planet... Cadian."
Alvin looked in the direction of the finger, but saw nothing.
It's perfectly normal; if you could see it through the Great Rift, you'd be seeing a ghost.
"There, we fought fiercely against heretics! Chaos!"
His voice suddenly rose, his eyes burning with a fierce light, and he declared, "One day, I firmly believe... we will definitely go back and fight our way back. Not now, but in the future!"
You ask me, why do I have confidence?
He turned to look at Alvin, and said, slowly and deliberately, "Because I've seen far more desperate days. That day... my home planet was torn apart by Chaos, and a massive fleet descended. I was desperate, but it was all in vain!"
"Kid, I don't know if you really survived thanks to the Emperor's miracle..." Grey clenched his fist and pounded it against his chest. "But I'm willing to believe it was the Emperor's miracle. Don't let me down... kid!"
When Alvin came out of the room, he instinctively gripped the Rose Knot badge tightly; its sharp, angular shape stung his palm.
His face was filled with bitterness as he gazed at the pure white skull on the Rose Knot, murmuring softly to himself, "Now, even if I wanted to cling to life, I don't have the right anymore. I can't be worse than those noble good-for-nothings I've always despised... can I?"
Upper-hive, the domed sanctuary of the Ecclesiarchy.
Summoned by the Chaos Star, tearing apart the weak points of the Warp and the Materium, Daemon are pouring out in an endless stream, frantically assaulting this last holy temple!
Hold on! We must hold on!
The aged-faced old man, wielding Duelist Sword, roared with heart-wrenching fury, "We must not allow that damned Chaos to invade this last sanctuary! We must not hand over control of the Upper-hive to that Chaos!"
"No, we... we can't hold out!"
A richly dressed nobleman, his body as round and bulky as a ball, rushed to the old man, knelt down, and hugged his leg, pleading, "Father, please... let me go! We still have a chance!"
"Roll!!!"
The old man, his eyes bloodshot, drew his Bolter, pointed it at the man's head, and roared, "Anyone who dares utter another word, I'll shoot them! No one can retreat! We are the nobles of the Imperium! Faced with Chaos, we must fight to the death, shedding our last drop of blood for the Emperor!"
Once this place is conquered by Chaos, then control of the entire Upper-hive will fall into Chaos' hands.
At that time, the Chaos Daemons surging out from the Upper-hive will, under the combined attack from both sides, directly occupy the entire Hive City and thus carry out a terrifying Chaos Ritual!
He absolutely could not allow this to happen!
The situation facing the Upper-hive is far more severe than that facing the Middle Hive!
Countless Daemon are pouring out from the Warp Rift torn open by the Chaos Star. If it weren't for the fact that the various noble families of Upper-hive had a lot of powerful weapons stored up, they would probably have been wiped out in one fell swoop!
Even so, Upper-hive was not the Astra Militarum, nor was it a Forge World. Its military strength was limited, and under the frenzied attack of the Daemon, only this Ecclesiarchy dome temple remained.
"By the name of 'Mayer,' I... Kanoon Mayer, will never fail His Emperor!"
Kanoon kicked the fat man to the ground, glared at the remaining nobles huddled in the Ecclesiarchy temple, and shouted, "For the Imperium! For the Emperor! We will fight Chaos to the death, until our last drop of blood is shed!"
The fat man, who had been kicked over, slunk away from the domed temple. However... most people didn't notice the resentment that flashed in his eyes.
On what grounds?
He is the heir to the Meyer Family, the esteemed Mati Mayer, yet he must die for the worthless trash of the Underhive and Middle Hive?!
He huddled in the shadows behind the temple, his eyes filled with gloom, anger, and resentment as he watched his father, who was commanding the auxiliary legions and relentlessly resisting the figure of Chaos. A terrible thought... gradually surfaced in his mind.
It was as if a voice was whispering in his ear:
"You are the noble Mati Meyer, you shouldn't be sacrificing your life for those lowly scum."
"Since that's the case..."
Why not kill the person who's stopping you?
"By joining the great Chaos, you will no longer need to fear being harmed by those messengers of the gods, and you... will gain eternal life and become a being greater than Kanoon Mayer!"
Mati's breathing quickened, his bloodshot eyes fixed on his father, Kanoon Meyer, inside the hall!
He's figured it out!
Whose loyalty is it if not loyalty itself?
Damn, I've been tricked!
Thanks to "Chongluan" and "Book Friends 20181117103609316" for the reward~ Without further ado, I will work hard to collect manuscripts. It is a bit brain-consuming. I feel like I have seven or eight thousand scrap manuscripts just deleted every day.