Chapter 109

The Loser Hive World is located on the edge of the Northern Obscurus Sector, near the Nachmund Gauntlet, with a population of 300 billion and a tax grade of second-class special.

In the vast deep space of the universe, space seemed to be distorted.

Immediately after, a huge ancient and mysterious warship with a diameter of several kilometers, shaped like carrying a grand cathedral, sailed out of the Mandeville point.

In a huge cabin at the forefront of the bridge, stood a statue of the Emperor tens of meters high.

The entire cabin area was extremely large, like a gorgeous holy cathedral, filled with luxurious and precious decorations everywhere.

On the aisle leading to the Emperor's statue, a thick and soft red carpet was laid, and dozens of flags hanging in the dome cathedral depicted the magnificent history of the family!

The walls on both sides of the cathedral were written and copied with ancient history in the form of painted oil paintings!

Directly below the Emperor's statue, an old man with a tall and burly figure but white hair was wearing extremely gorgeous noble attire.

Just that cloak was sewn with gold thread, and its material was selected from the fur of animals in dozens of star sectors, woven for him by a master. The golden double-headed eagle shoulder badge highlighted his extraordinary status.

"Log report."

An emotionless voice came from the communication array: "The Conqueror-class cruiser 'Sword of Redemption' has successfully sailed out of the Mandeville point and arrived in the Northern Obscurus Sector. But due to the influence of the Warp, it deviated from the scheduled route."

Listening to the emotionless mechanical voice report, the old man standing under the Emperor's statue slowly opened his eyes.

After turning around, that face full of wrinkles, like mountain gullies, as if polished by years and frost, the firm face with time settled at the bottom, was like a rock that had remained unchanged for ages!

On his chest, he actually wore dozens of medals.

Each one was awarded to him by the Empire, symbolizing his noble status and the many contributions he had made to the Empire!

After being slightly silent for a long time, a touch of impatience appeared between his eyebrows, but his tone remained calm, maintaining the decency and composure of a noble: "How much longer will it take to reach Loser?"

"According to predictions... at least 37 days."

The emotionless voice continued to come from the communication array.

"Too long..."

Horn looked at the vast galaxy outside the porthole, a touch of fatigue appeared on his face, mixed with a worry that was hard to detect: "Check if the hull is damaged, and resupply at a nearby hive as soon as possible. Then... help me contact 'Priest Aluman Villa', I need more accurate intelligence."

"Star signal has been delivered."

In the grand cathedral-like holy hall, it fell into silence again.

Looking at the dimmed communication array, Horn fell into anxious waiting, pacing back and forth under the Emperor's statue.

"Should I connect the star signal from the Loser Hive World for you?" The communication array made a sound, was activated again, and projected a virtual image.

Finally waiting for the communication application, Horn spoke impatiently: "Connect the star signal."

"Respected Mr. Horn, have you arrived at the Loser planet?"

Priest Aluman asked with some urgency.

"I'm very sorry, I think... we probably have to delay for about a month before we can reach Loser."

Horn took a deep breath, full of guilt: "But please rest assured, I will definitely arrive at Loser as soon as possible. How is the situation there?"

"Very bad... Mr. Horn."

Priest Aluman said in a heavy tone: "Just seventeen days ago, Planetary Governor Galken Khalid... was assassinated by heretics during the Emperor's Ascension Day and has been confirmed dead."

"The Planetary Governor was assassinated? What was the guard team doing?" Horn frowned, not expecting that in just a month and a half, the situation on Loser would take a turn for the worse.

He could already foresee how chaotic the Loser Hive had become after losing the control of the Planetary Governor.

"The situation may be worse than you expected..."

Priest Aluman's voice came, mixed with anxiety: "After losing the Planetary Governor, the heretics immediately took advantage of the chaos to attack the hive directly. The Planetary Defense Force and the Riot Squad were dispatched to barely block them in the middle hive."

"Hiss..."

Even Horn couldn't help but gasp when he heard this news, his brows furrowed into a 'chuan' shape: "What about the family successors of the Planetary Governor? Don't they know how to gather the army to resist?"

"The successors... were all assassinated."

Priest Aluman said helplessly: "The entire Hadley family was purged when the Planetary Governor was assassinated, and not a single person survived."

"... What about the other nobles?"

Horn was almost biting his teeth, anxious: "Even if the Planetary Governor's family was assassinated, there should be other families, right? Are there no people left?"

"Mr. Horn, you overestimate them."

Speaking of this, Priest Aluman couldn't help but grit his teeth and said angrily: "The nobles in the upper hive immediately closed the passage to the upper hive after learning about the heretical rebellion."

"Trash! Trash! Trash!"

Horn was so angry that the veins on his forehead jumped, his blood surged, and he took several breaths before avoiding being angered to death by that group of damn parasites of the Empire.

"Now... how is the situation now?" He held the console, forcibly suppressed the anger, forced himself to calm down, and asked.

"The Law Enforcement Department and the Planetary Defense Force have temporarily blocked the heretics, but... they may not be able to hold on for long." Priest Aluman said urgently: "We need your help, Mr. Horn!"

"I will arrive at Loser as soon as possible."

After Horn caught his breath, without waiting for Priest Aluman to continue speaking, he asked impatiently: "May I ask... is he safe?"

This time, it was Priest Aluman's turn to be silent.

The eerie silence made Horn's expression stiffen, and an extremely ominous premonition suddenly surged: "What the hell happened? Priest Aluman!"

"I'm very sorry... he is missing."

Priest Aluman said in a bitter tone, full of regret: "More than half a month ago, he and an Inquisitor... disappeared at the same time."

"What did you say?!"

Horn's pupils shrank, his whole person was stunned, and then he was like an enraged lion, the anger spraying from his eyes seemed to want to tear Priest Aluman apart: "Say it again?!"

After a short silence, Priest Aluman bit the bullet and continued: "He... disappeared during the process of investigating the lower hive heretics with the Inquisitor, and his life or death is currently unknown."

"Who let him go?"

Horn's tone was cold, like a sharp sword, full of killing intent, and at this moment, the air in the entire cabin seemed to drop several degrees.

"Me."

Priest Aluman said bitterly.

"Very good, Priest Aluman Villa... pray to your Omnissiah, pray that he is still alive, otherwise..."

Horn's furious voice was like an endless sea of corpses and blood, surging and coming. Even across the star signal, it could make Priest Aluman's back feel cold and tremble!

"I, Horn Valerius, in the name of the great Valerius Rogue Trader Dynasty, swear to His Majesty the Emperor!"

Horn's furious voice was chilling: "I will spare no cost, even if the consequence is being held accountable by the Empire, I will exhaust the family's resources to make you and Loser pay a heavy price!!!"

After hanging up the communication.

Horn's face was gloomy, as if he had made up his mind, and he said in a deep voice: "Immediately in the name of the Valerius Rogue Trader Dynasty, send a distress star signal to the Imperial Guard, Astartes Chapters, Inquisitors... everyone who can serve as combat power stationed in the surrounding star sectors, at any... cost!"

Thanks to 'Northern Crown 3301' for the reward! And the monthly tickets of other big shots, thank you very much!

PS: Pray for next month's manuscript fee, enough for me to have a hemorrhoid surgery.