The Great Purge (Part 2)

Battle campaigns similar to the Becker Machine Plant were countless.

Under the advantage of the preemptive strike, most mid-hive noble stronghold locations were punched through in one breath, and controlled even without a battle happening.

The battles in the upper hive and spires were much more difficult, although Astartes spearheaded these regions, these nobles possessed plenty of heavy tricks in their hands.

Facing a situation of life and death, quite a few families chose mutual destruction.

Mutants, xenos mercenaries, robots, biochemical cyborgs, psykers...

Even Astartes had to deal carefully with these enemies.

Fortunately, the chapter fleet had already controlled the airspace of Badab in advance, and the entire sky and outer space were under the control of the Astral Claws.

Fighter and bomber wings sortied at high loads, providing fire support for the Astartes.

Some flying craft used for space warfare also dropped into the atmosphere to strafe the ground, and these much stronger, fiercer, more overbearing, and deadlier large-scale flying craft carried tons of bombs, sending all enemies of mankind to the sky.

If it weren't for considering the difficulties of subsequent repair and reconstruction work, and possible large-scale civilian casualties, Huron actually would have preferred to order the space fleet to directly conduct a ground bombardment.

It would be best to blast everything into powder, blowing it all into a vast, blank, and truly clean state!

Huron stood on the viewing platform of the Watt Family estate, watching the upper hive and spires ablaze with fire everywhere, with a blank expression still on his face, while Corian guarded Huron's surroundings with a Terminator squad.

Glancing at Corian, who was staring fixedly at the scattered flames rising everywhere and was eager to try, Huron chose to send him out: "Corian, you take half a Terminator squad and go take charge of commanding the Second Company to assault the spires nobles' estates. Kill all resisters, and imprison those who surrender."

"Understood, Chapter Master!" Corian grew excited, then grew somewhat puzzled again, "Why stay behind? Shouldn't all these nobles be killed?"

"Because they don't deserve to die with the status of nobles." Huron gritted his teeth, "I want to nail them to the pillar of shame and let them die with the status of heretics, anti-human beasts, and anti-social scum."

"Understood, Chapter Master." Corian hoisted his power sword and left the Watt Family estate with half a Terminator squad.

Huron looked up at the sky, where a massive rotating nebula came into view like an eye.

That was the Maelstrom, the second-largest warp rift in the Milky Way, second only to the Eye of Terror. The nebula that looked like an eye was actually the process of matter being sucked into the warp.

Ever since transmigrating, this was the first time Huron had seen the real starry sky. Previously, he had holed up in the chapter monastery, dragging various chapter high-ranking officials to build things.

How dare they... Huron muttered to himself.

Why did Valen dare to treat people as food ingredients so blatantly, and even looking at his skilled operations, I'm afraid this wasn't a method he thought of—the duration of this process was probably very long, so long that Valen even felt that all of this was only natural.

Where were the arbitrators? Where was the Inquisition? Where was the Ecclesiarchy? Where was the Officio Assassinorum?

Didn't they usually execute judgment on heretics quite happily?

How come such a big heretic as the Watt Family wasn't even pretending anymore, yet nobody came to manage it? They even f***ing served as the Planetary Governor for hundreds of years!

If Huron hadn't transmigrated, he could still have a good time; this was the dark gothic aesthetic of Warhammer, and this was the characteristic of the Imperium of Man.

If he were just an ordinary transmigrator without any cheat, he could also self-medicate a bit: I can't control it, and this doesn't fall under my jurisdiction either.

Yet he happened to have a cheat, and its functions weren't weak; his opening move was even as the Chapter Master of the Astral Claws, allowing him to take off effortlessly.

Therefore, he used gentle methods as much as possible to reform everything, and as much as possible made everyone happy and accepting.

Whether it was using a resolution to raise the success rate of rookie augmentation to close to 100%, or using military production to manufacture Astartes equipment, using civilian laborers to engage in infrastructure, or using the training function to rapidly train literate Auxilia.

It was all to let everyone taste solid benefits, and to prevent everyone from becoming sacrifices on his path to rise.

Even the nobles—he also attempted to spare them a path of survival.

This was also why he didn't mind teaming up with Valen to deal with other nobles; as long as the Watt Family and the rest of the confiscated noble houses didn't go crazy, he didn't mind sparing them a pass and making a fortune together along the way.

For no other reason than that he possessed a cheat and the ability to accomplish this matter.

Just as mentioned before, one certainly couldn't expect him—someone who played high-risk stunts using only a control console—to endure pressure and be decisive in killing.

Then reality gave him a fierce slap in the face.

"A mirror won't reflect clearly unless wiped, nobles must be killed or nothing gets solved..." Huron muttered to himself.

Of course, saying so, Huron didn't intend to carry out an indiscriminate massacre, which would make him no different from the nobles anyway. However, from now on, the noble class shouldn't even think about making a fortune; let them survive a public trial first.

And on a level that Huron couldn't see, the system was maintaining his gene-seed balance, preventing Huron from going completely mad.

The progenitor chapter of the Astral Claws Chapter was unknown because they were the product of the Cursed Founding, being chimeras of the Ultramarines, World Eaters, Raven Guard, and Night Lords.

They were relatively successful products of the Tech-Priests; although they possessed no prominent superior mutations, defects such as the bloodthirsty mania of the World Eaters, the gene-seed degradation of the Raven Guard, and the epileptic prophecies of the Night Lords were all suppressed, and the purity and stability of the gene-seed were astonishing.

This was also the reason why the Astral Claws were able to spin off three successor chapters.

As for the Tiger Claws, because they stayed in the warp for too long, the genetic trait expression of the World Eaters was strengthened, causing them to become extremely bellicose.

Fortunately, however, the chapter had always used strict discipline to restrain this bellicose nature, making the Tiger Claws Chapter resemble war hounds rather than the World Eaters.

Without the system's balance, Huron probably would have fallen into the Night Lords' prophecy that "the future holds no hope" by now, and then plunged into madness.

Yet now, aside from not going mad, things actually weren't much better either.

Huron's mind was currently filled with all sorts of punishments and tortures, imagining how those nobles would cry bitterly when subjected to these punishments.

Then he felt a burst of dejection again, because this merely satisfied his anger and was completely meaningless to that dead Battle Sister.

Right, Huron didn't even know her name; whether from her own memories or Valen, neither had introduced her name.

"Nobles must be killed..." He muttered to himself.