The Imperium Never Accepts Xenos Surrender!

The phrase "lined up for execution" refers to the Frost Giants.

Ollsen and the other Dark Angels stood side by side in a row, holding Heavy Bolter, and expressionlessly pulled the triggers.

The two-stage anti-accidental touch design activates the burst fire mode when the second stage is pressed.

The loyal Heavy Bolter roared with the wrath of the Emperor's Angel. Casing shells were ejected, falling with scorching heat and making a crisp sound as they hit the ground. At the same time, the bullets fired from the muzzle were like a torrent containing the aura of destruction!

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Frost Giants were engulfed by the terrifying bombs.

Even their tough skin could not withstand the enormous, rocket-propelled bullets. The impact of each bullet could easily tear apart the Frost Giants' limbs, pierce their skin, and crush their internal organs upon explosion!

With just five Dark Angels, they could rely on Heavy Bolter, Meltagun, and High-explosive grenade...

A series of standard Space Marine weapons were enough to stop hundreds of Frost Giants!

One after another, Frost Giants fell on their way to the charge, their blood mixed with mangled limbs and flesh, covering the entire street in front of the building—it was like Hell!

However, no matter how furiously the Frost Giants roared, they were unable to advance the battle line even a single meter.

The sunlight cast shadows on the building, like a dividing line, precisely separating life and death!

Soon, the Frost Giants suffered heavy losses, losing nearly half their numbers, and they finally felt fear.

But the Dark Angels, including Ollsen, were not satisfied with their current gains. They wanted to expand their territory, so they left Marquez behind to guard Laufey, who had been turned into a human stump, while the remaining four charged forward with Power sword, Power axe, Chainsword, and other weapons!

Trying to run away?

No way!

Every heretic here today must die!

"Hoo Kong!""

A Frost Giants swung his massive club and brought it crashing down, but the veteran shieldbearer simply blocked the powerful blow with one hand holding up his Storm Shield.

The veteran shield guard's feet sank slightly, and the ground around him cracked inch by inch, showing how powerful the blow was. But for him, this impact was not even as strong as the force his company commander Company Commander him!

His weapon was a short-handled Power axe, which he used in close combat with Storm Shield. With a swift swing of his axe, he severed both of the Frost Giants's legs, and after the giant fell, he stomped on his head and crushed it!

Then, the veteran Shield Guard looked up and found that the Sword Guard, the Company Champion, and their beloved Chapter Master had all vanished without a trace.

"No, don't kill him--"

Laufey, now reduced to a human stump, stared in disbelief at his people being slaughtered, finally realizing what a terrifying race he had provoked!

"Please, please, don't kill us—we surrender, we're willing to surrender!" Laufey was already unable to move; he could only desperately plead with Marquez, "Please stop killing us! We're willing to surrender, even as slaves!!!"

These people are the only warriors left of the Frost Giants race!

According to the bloodline classification of Earthlings, those people are more or less related to Laufey by blood; they are all... the last warriors of the Frost Giants!

However, Marquez ignored his words as if he hadn't heard them at all.

"We... we surrender!"

Laufey, his teeth clenched and grinding, lowered his head in humiliation and cried out in despair, "Don't kill us, please—don't kill us, we surrender!!!"

But no matter how humble he was, no matter how much he pleaded, all he received in return was silence and slaughter!

This was outright slaughter, without a shred of mercy!

Even if some Frost Giants knelt on the ground, weeping and begging, their fate was still to be met with a merciless sword strike from the Dark Angels.

"No!!!"

Laufey, his eyes blazing with rage, looked up at the sky. The hovering Helicarrier roared with intense hatred, "We—we have all surrendered! You cannot slaughter us! Let me see your leader!"

At that moment, Marquez received the order, turned around, and opened his palm, revealing a projection.

It was Alvin sitting aboard the Helicarrier, his eyes cold and sinister, staring at him expressionlessly. "You want to see me?"

"Make them stop! This is massacre!" Laufey's heart clenched, his eyes bloodshot, and a hint of humility appeared on his ferocious face. "Please, we're willing to surrender, just make them stop!"

However, looking at Laufey's humble pleading, Alvin sneered, "Sorry, I refuse, because the Imperium —never accepts the surrender of Xenos!"

These words struck Laufey like a thunderbolt, leaving his mind blank.

"No, you can't do this! You're committing massacre! You'll be cursed!" Laufey suddenly realized that they seemed to have offended someone they shouldn't have.

"Massacre?"

Alvin tilted his head, then sneered, "You're right, this is massacre. Any objections?"

Of course, I wouldn't listen even if you told me.

"No, no, you can't do this!" Laufey panicked completely. He had thought that as long as he surrendered, the other party would accept it.

After all, from a purely economic standpoint, it's better to keep the Frost Giants as slaves than to kill them all; they'd still be a force to be reckoned with, wouldn't they?

Unfortunately, he guessed wrong.

"We were wrong, we were really wrong!" Laufey couldn't bear to watch his people be slaughtered; they were the last remaining warriors of the Frost Giants!

"Please, forgive us!" he pleaded. "We can become your slaves. The Frost Giants are powerful warriors; they will be useful to us!"

But Alvin's attitude remained resolute, his gaze carrying a chilling coldness. "You have slaughtered millions of humans. Do you really think that a simple surrender will make us forgive you for the countless blood debts you have committed?"

"When you were slaughtering humans, didn't you ever imagine that this day would come?"

"Now you realize you were wrong? Too late!"

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth; a blood debt must be repaid in blood!"

"You may resist, and I can tell you—today, I will not only kill you all, but I will also go to Jotunheim and exterminate the Frost Giants, leaving not a single one alive!"

Kill someone, say apology, and that's it? There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Surely no one really believes that the vast territory of the Imperium of Man, spanning the entire Milky Way, was given to them voluntarily by the Xenos?

In the Purgatory galaxy, the Imperium of Man seems to be reaping everything it has, but many people overlook one point.

That was the massive Imperium machine, long since rotted and rusted over the millennia.

Even so, it's not a behemoth that any Xenos can challenge. You can win once, twice, ten times, a hundred times, but if you lose even once, the result awaiting you is the annihilation of your entire race!

Once an entity emerges within the Imperium that can act as a "lubricant" to keep this rusty, massive machine running, the entire galaxy will witness the terrifying spectacle of the Imperium, this War Machine, at full power!

"You are a devil! Daemon!"

Laufey was completely stunned by their words. Not only did they intend to slaughter the Frost Giants here, but they also planned to... slaughter the entire Jotunheim?!

"No, no, no one!!!"

Laufey, hysterical and with a ferocious expression, glared at him with venom. "Asgard will not allow you to do this, Odin... Odin will stop you!"

"Odin? Asgard?"

Alvin remained expressionless, his tone nonchalant, as if he didn't take the King of Gods seriously at all. He said calmly, "No, he won't stop me. Otherwise—it would be tantamount to declaring war on the entire Imperium and dragging Asgard into war!"

Then, looking down at Laufey, he said, slowly and deliberately, "I will spare your life so you can witness it with your own eyes..."

"How did I manage to annihilate Jotunheim and the Frost Giants?!"

At that moment, Laufey's heart stopped.

His eyes were filled with despair, as if he could already see his homeland burned to the ground and countless members of his tribe perishing. "You are Daemon, Daemon..."

No, you're wrong.

Alvin lit a cigarette, put it to his lips, took a deep drag, and exhaled a wisp of smoke. "I am not Daemon, I am Rogue Trader personally authorized by the Emperor —permitted by royal authority to act first and report later!"