Chapter 687

Young Litosys of the Lucifer Black Guard pulled his Power Sword out of a traitor's chest.

It was not over yet. With absolute composure, he narrowly avoided another traitor's combat knife thrust at him, then reversed his grip and cut the man's throat with one stroke. Blood sprayed out, and the shameful traitor clutched his neck as he collapsed.

Litosys watched him die without a trace of mercy, his heart utterly still. He pressed himself against the wall, drew the Bolter at his waist, felt the tremors in the deck, and waited patiently—about forty seconds later, a squad entered the narrow corridor.

Then death descended.

Expressionless, Litosys pulled the trigger at them, and gunfire roared. In these conditions, the bolt rounds showed their full power, punching through the chest of the man in front and still carrying enough force to tear open another man's stomach.

By the time all twelve bolt rounds had been fired, the rebel squad that had come as reinforcements had been wiped out cleanly.

Only then did Litosys begin communicating with his superior over the vox channel. "Litosys reporting. The western corridor is fully under my control. The offensive may begin."

"Copy that, Captain Litosys. Hold position. Maintain vigilance."

Litosys obeyed as ordered, but the command to "hold position, maintain vigilance" led to him killing one hundred and seventy-three rebels single-handedly in the western corridor. By the time everything settled, the ship once held by the traitors had returned to their hands.

"Another merit to your name, Captain Litosys."

His superior walked over, his tone relaxed and his expression warm. Litosys, however, showed no sign of happiness. He merely nodded calmly.

The Siege of Terra had changed too many people, and Litosys was one of them. He was no longer as obsessed with honor as he