Victory

Outside the virtual battlefield, everyone was evaluating the battle between the combat battalion and the Lamenters.

"I... wouldn't it be too dangerous for ordinary people to possess these weapons? If rebels obtained them, Space Marines would no longer find it so easy to suppress rebellions." Rogal Dorn voiced his concern.

"It is even more dangerous for planetary garrisons to be utterly helpless against rebelling Space Marines. I saw many such records in Inquisition reports—Space Marines in Terminator armor strolling through crowds as if taking a walk, because lasguns simply could not penetrate their heavy ceramite armor." Oedmeir rebutted him bluntly. "There is far too much of this sort of bullshit. Compared with rebellion against authority, I hate the helplessness of crowds who have no means of fighting back against authority even more."

"What was that Adeptus Arbites chief I executed shouting before he died?" Oedmeir asked Delia with a raised brow. Delia immediately extracted the memory data and replayed it.

The Adeptus Arbites chief wore imposing black armor. In one hand, he held a riot shield with a black background, gold edging, and an Aquila emblazoned upon it; in the other, he carried a shock baton fitted with a power field.

A bolt shotgun and a heavy Imperial legal code, hefty enough to beat someone to death with, hung from his belt by chains. The chief's helmet covered the upper half of his face, exposing only his square chin.

"I am the law! I am the extension of the Emperor's justice upon this planet! Here, I shall judge you guilty sinners!"

The Adeptus Arbites chief's voice boomed like thunder. His voice alone was enough to make gaunt labor slaves fall to their knees, unable to rise again.

"My lord... we were only too hungry and too tired..." A labor slave