The Emperor’s Angel of Death

This arrogant attitude towards the locals wasn't limited to the young members of the knightly families; all knights held this view towards mortal armed forces, especially local ones. The powerful knightly mechs brought not only honor but also pride, even arrogance.

Just then, Cyre felt someone breathing on the back of his neck, and without turning around, he knew who it was from the faint fragrance.

He moved his feet and quietly stood next to her.

"There are so many people here, don't mess around."

"Hmph, I didn't do anything."

Tasia snorted softly, then curved her rose-colored lips, her long-lashed eyes blinking lightly, carrying a captivating beauty. The saying 'a girl changes eighteen times as she grows' was perfectly embodied in her. At this moment, she could be described as graceful and elegant. Even the tight white knight armor and combat suit couldn't hide her hormonally charged curves. Her eight-headed, tall figure made her slender legs, clad in high-heeled boots, seem like a meticulously crafted work of art. Her long hair tied behind her head shed her past naivety and added a touch of maturity.

At this moment, she was like a bud waiting to bloom, eager to be watered.

Of course, her beauty not only spread her fame within the family but also attracted countless suitors. However, these people knew that they first had to get past Cyre, so a beautiful girlfriend brought Cyre all sorts of duel invitations first.

"But the battle must end as soon as possible. Orders have come from the distant war zone that the tendrils of the Tyranid are already deep into the Empire's territory. Knights, you will soon face a real enemy, so you must fight carefully this time. This may be your last training."

Treating combat as training may not be accurate, but for knights, dealing with enemies like genestealers is hardly worthy of being called combat.

It's basically a one-sided crush. Their only concern is the poor combat effectiveness of friendly forces.

Subsequently, the teaching knight's deep voice echoed from the loudspeakers above everyone's heads.

"Knights, take up your lances and shields, prepare for war."

At this time in Delongkaton, after a heavy rain, the air was still a bit humid. This world was a typical theocratic world with a low level of industrialization. Most areas were dominated by agriculture and handicrafts. The capital was a city centered around a huge cathedral, but the Delongkaton region was an exception because it was a vast area of mountains and hills, rich in minerals, especially a mineral that the state religion valued very much—gold.

After the first gold mine was discovered, Delongkaton was quickly divided up by the planet's dignitaries. Many serfs were forced to become miners, using only rudimentary tools to dig bloody gold mines in extremely dangerous environments. Mine disasters were commonplace, and for the nobles, saving a hundred or so miners was far less cost-effective than reopening a mine tunnel. Therefore, the mortality rate in this place was almost the highest on the entire planet, but even so, such huge profits attracted many adventurers. Gold prospectors also arrived here in large numbers, privately opening small mines in a sneaky way, or panning for gold in the river, but this behavior was regarded as a crime. The nobles' private armed forces patrolled day and night again, and once someone was found mining or panning for gold privately, they would open fire directly without asking why.

In order to save their lives, the gold prospectors had to bring weapons and form gangs. The sound of gunfire and the sound of hammers hitting rocks were the most common sounds in this area.

As time went by, some settlements began to form, some established by nobles, some established by the gold prospectors themselves. These settlements eventually became towns, but the chaotic situation in Delongkaton did not change, but intensified. The local customs also became extremely sturdy.

In this situation, the remnants of the genestealers came to this world a hundred years ago and immediately took a fancy to the terrain and situation in Delongkaton. Subsequently, a cult called the Golden Claw was born.

Suffering breeds the fire of resistance, and when this fire is used by those with ulterior motives, it will become a prairie fire.

In just a hundred years, the Golden Claw has developed into the largest organization in the area, even openly establishing its own regime, with the number of people developing to the million level, driving out all imperial forces. Only a few marginal towns are still persisting, and the nobles and priests who are unwilling to give up have organized several large-scale conquests. The most intense one even formed an army of 650,000 people, but in less than ten days, the Golden Claw used the terrain to defeat them, and less than 50,000 people rolled and crawled back to the starting point. At this time, the genestealer riots had been out of control. A week before the Space Marines arrived in the archdiocese, they had already begun to organize an attack on the planet's third largest city and quickly occupied it.

The planet's incompetent ruling class was helpless and could only shrink in the city and wait for death, and constantly requested reinforcements from the cardinal world.

Fortunately, reinforcements finally arrived before the situation was completely out of control.

"Damn your mother! You bunch of cowardly ghosts who only know how to eat dry food! Charge! Charge for me!"

On a hill covered with thorny bushes, there was a stockade made of bricks and tiles. This was originally a gathering point and trading point for gold prospectors, and also a stronghold to resist the nobles' private soldiers, but after being occupied by the genestealers, it was reinforced many times with ready-made materials, turning it into a commanding fortress, controlling the road to the Golden Claw's holy city. At this time, a local force was besieging this fortress, the battlefield was filled with the roar of guns and cannons, and the besieging soldiers were dressed in various colors, dirty and tattered, with armed belts hanging on their shoulders.

These troops not only had inconsistent uniforms, but even their weapons were varied. Some used laser guns, some used gunpowder weapons, and some even used bows and arrows. The officers commanding them were no less impressive, simply a fashion show, and some even wore ancient samurai armor.

"Damn your mother! Go! Go for me!"

A pot-bellied officer walked past a group of soldiers huddled behind the earth slope, whipping them with a whip while kicking them with his boots. He was wearing a light yellow uniform of unknown style, perhaps because it was too hot or the buttons couldn't be buttoned, it was directly open, revealing the white gown inside and the round belly outline. A pistol hung on his waist, and the hat on his head was also tilted to one side.

Seeing the officer coming, although very reluctant, the gray-faced, thin soldiers had to pick up their weapons and rush up the earth slope in a chaotic swarm.

咻咻咻~

A burst of machine gun fire sounded, and a dozen people immediately rolled down. Seeing this, the others immediately turned their heads and ran back.

"Damn it! Did I spend money to hire you to eat shit!"

Seeing this, the officer grabbed a laser gun from his bodyguard, used burst mode to sweep towards the retreating soldiers, and several people wailed and fell down, with smoke and a burnt smell rising from their bodies.