A tremendous explosion rang out. The crash of warships and the groan of main beams buckling under pressure echoed throughout the bridge. A Chaos warship had rammed them, rocking the Emperor-class Battleship so violently that no one could keep their footing.
The shock of the collision had barely subsided when someone shouted, "Boarding action! That daemon and the traitors are aboard!"
Levinie staggered to her feet. The vision in one eye was entirely red. She felt around and touched her forehead; the blood was running down from there.
Before she could decide whether to get up first or stop the bleeding, she heard a series of deep growls.
Dazed, Levinie raised her head and found the entire bridge destroyed. A hulking creature had charged in and smashed everything, and it was the source of the growling.
When she saw the creature clearly, despair spread across Levinie's face. In the final moment of her life, only one name remained in her mind-Angron.
Angron had also fixed his eyes on Levinie, baring a bloodthirsty grin.
After their victory in the Battle of Ovisgral, the Yellow Turban Army entered a period of rapid growth. They continually strengthened their forces and expanded outward, absorbing worlds and troops from the former Imperial system and reforming them.
There were difficulties along the way. Some Imperial citizens were too deeply devoted to the Ecclesiarchy, but once the delicious food, hot water, and beautiful clothing brought by the Yellow Turban Army reached households everywhere, things began to improve.
After all, the Imperium's technology was hardly primitive. The problem lay not in production, but in distribution.
Sure enough, no matter how different the environment, location, culture, or countless other factors might be, people were still people. As long as poor, ordinary people had enough food and warm clothing and