A Path Paved with the Bones of Nobles!

This is a grand feast for the nobility!

Looking at the scene in the hall, where creatures were writhing and thrashing about, displaying the very limits of humanity in a frenzied display resembling wild beasts, Carl Jabba's face revealed a savage grin.

"Hmph, a mere governor dares to put pressure on me?" He sneered, downing the drink in his glass in one gulp, then tossed the exquisite crystal goblet, shipped from the Segmentum Solar, away. "You really think that just because you have some military power, Avalon is your personal Hive City? How naive!"

"What are you standing there for? Get over here!"

With a furious curse, the maidservant beside him walked over tremblingly, knelt prostrate before the bloated old man, opened her glistening lips, and slowly leaned in.

"Um--"

Carl Jabba leaned back gently, his eyes slightly narrowed, stroking the kneeling maid before him as if she were a pet, while his mind was preoccupied with something else.

Today, under the pretext of his 130th birthday, he summoned the upper-class nobles of Avalon, just to give that ignorant and arrogant little girl a little aristocratic shock!

He wanted the other person to understand a principle.

In Avalon, even the Planetary Governor cannot rule with absolute power. Carl Jabba is the true ruler of the Hive City!

The tactic of nobles uniting to exert pressure is a common practice in all the Hive City of the Imperium. Although it is widespread, it is undeniably effective!

The Planetary Governor is appointed by the Imperium and Hive City. However, the problem is that as the Planetary Governor...

To gain actual control of the Hive City and collect the Imperium's taxes, it is necessary to rely on these local forces that have been entrenched in the Hive City for many years.

Kill them?

Of course you can, but the problem is, if you kill these nobles, who will collect taxes for you? Who will create value for you? What will happen to your tax revenue next year?

These are all problems.

Therefore, even the Planetary Governor who held military power did not dare to easily take action against these local nobles. This was partly due to the political tacit understanding among the noble class, and partly due to this consideration.

Therefore, Carl Jabba was able to act so brazenly, gathering the top nobles to jointly provoke the governor!

"Father, that was a brilliant move."

A young man flattered, "With so many nobles united, even if the governor is strong-willed, he can't go against the will of the people and will have no choice but to obediently submit to us, hahaha."

"Hmph, she's too green to mess with me!"

Carl Jabba, of course, accepted the flattery, a look of enjoyment on his face. "You still have a lot to learn."

"But I'm worried, what if she pushes us too far? Will we get into trouble?" the young man asked again.

"What's there to be afraid of? What could possibly happen!"

Carl Jabba sneered, "We're at war right now. If she wanted to attack us, forget about whether she could, even if she could, the Ecclesiarchy and the Adeptus Mechanicus wouldn't agree. I've already made arrangements with them!"

As he spoke, his arms trembled.

He couldn't help but shudder, a hint of pleasure flashing in his eyes. Then, he suddenly grabbed the maid's hair and forcefully pressed it down, his voice hoarse, a fierce glint in his eyes. "Sooner or later—I will make the Jabba Family replace the Kusman Family —ah~"

However, just as the old man was feeling like his head was about to be blown off, several burly figures suddenly smashed through the glass doors of the banquet hall and barged in!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sudden loud noise made the old man shudder violently, and the exhilaration of his impending ascension to the heavens was instantly transformed into terror!

Inside the banquet hall, the nobles, who were like wild beasts, were also terrified by the loud noises and let out horrified screams.

The crowd was in chaos, with screams rising and falling.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, deafeningly loud.

In response to the gunshot, a fat nobleman, his face filled with shock, lay in a pool of blood with a large hole in his chest.

Only then did they realize that the people who had stormed into the banquet were wearing Power Armor covered in spikes and horns.

Like a Daemon, the Auspex on its helmet gleamed with a chilling light that seemed to pierce the soul.

They are Chaos Interstellar Warriors!

That's right, with such a ferocious appearance, it couldn't be anyone but Chaos Space Marine!

"Help! Someone come quick!"

"Chaos has invaded! Chaos has invaded!"

The nobles screamed in terror.

Unfortunately, no matter how much they shouted, it remained calm outside, as if their voices were being blocked.

"Stop shouting."

The leader of the "Chaos Space Marine" sneered, "While you were busy enjoying yourselves, we've already cleared the outside world. Now, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you."

Carl Jabba, seated at the head of the table, felt his heart skip a beat for a few seconds when he saw the Chaos Space Marine burst into the banquet. Fear gripped him, and cold sweat poured down his back. "You... how did you get in here? I'm warning you, don't you dare cause trouble! We are Imperium nobles! There are hundreds of thousands of Astra Militarum outside, and the Space Wolves Chapter! If you dare to do anything, you're dead!"

In the ensuing chaos, the nobleman, who had been calm just moments before, suddenly lost his composure.

The reason is simple.

Imperium nobles, the navy, the Astra Militarum, and even interstellar warriors—all of them can be reasoned with and pressured using power.

But you think you can reason with Chaos Interstellar Warrior?

Sorry, all they'll do is talk fists!

However, faced with this nobleman's threat, the leading "Chaos Space Marine" let out a few low, cold laughs.

He then waved.

The next moment, the seven or eight Chaos Interstellar Warriors who stormed into the banquet hall began a bloody massacre!

Their targets were none other than those hypocrites, who dragged the crying and begging nobles out of the crowd one by one, then, with daggers in front of everyone, slit their throats, ripped off their heads, and threw them onto the expensive red carpet.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"Help!!!"

"By the Emperor! May the Emperor protect me!!!"

This cruel act undoubtedly shattered the psychological defenses of these normally aloof nobles, who cried out to the Emperor in despair, hoping that this omnipotent god could save them.

But unfortunately... the Emperor didn't want to hear it.

"You guys are so noisy--"

The leader, a "Chaos Space Marine," grinned maliciously, "I don't like you."

As soon as the words fell, the Chaos interstellar warriors rushed into the crowd again, dragging or carrying the nobles out, and then, in front of the others, slaughtered them one by one, cutting off their heads and throwing them aside.

Damn it, Hal!

What on earth did she do as the Planetary Governor? How could she allow Chaos to invade the Hive City?!

"No, don't kill me!"

The nobleman screamed and tried to resist, but how could he possibly withstand the power of a Space Marine?

So his head was forcibly pulled out of his cavity, along with his spine, making it look extremely horrific!

Terrified by the bloody and cruel treatment of these "Chaos Space Marine," Carl Jabba lost all semblance of his noble bearing. He tumbled from his chair in terror, kneeling and frantically begging for mercy. "We... we're willing to submit to Chaos, just don't kill us! I... I can trick the Hive City's Energy Shield for you! I have value, great value!"

"Oh?"

The leading Chaos Interstellar Warrior seemed intrigued. "What you're saying seems like something anyone else could do. What value do you have left?"

At that moment, Carl Jabba's mind raced. His face, which resembled a pig's head, was covered in sweat. He knew that these Chaos Interstellar Warriors were very likely warbands who believed in Khorne, a fact he could deduce from the fact that they had severed heads.

So Carl Jabba kowtowed and cried out, "My lord, I—I control hundreds of factories, and can not only provide you with supplies, but also millions of heads for you to offer as tribute to the great Blood God!"

However, Carl Jabba, preoccupied with kowtowing, failed to notice that the Chaos Space Marine's breathing seemed much heavier, and even his tone carried a hint of anger and coldness. "Then you are truly valuable!!!"