Chapter 115

Gray's approach was undoubtedly correct.

Block the news of what happened in the upper hive, otherwise... if the Defense Force, Riot Squad, and Law Enforcement Department knew that the upper hive had long been invaded by heretics, and it was to avoid the spread of harm that the passage was completely closed, I'm afraid morale would completely collapse!

Rather than letting everyone fall into fear and panic, it is better to point the finger at the upper hive nobles. After all... Gray knows very well that at this juncture, people will always subconsciously think that nobles must be afraid of death, so they closed the hive.

Facts have proved that Gray's speculation is very accurate.

Even Alvin, who traveled here, would have the first impression that nobles are all insects, trash who are afraid of death, so they closed the hive and let them die outside.

But what about the truth?

It was the patriarchs of several families who, after realizing the appearance of heretics and the Chaos eight-pointed star in the upper hive, made a decisive decision, issued the last order to hold to the death to the Planetary Defense Force stationed outside, and then resolutely closed the upper hive to prevent Chaos from spreading!

It's like a huge "can," locking all the nobles, Chaos, and heretics of the upper hive inside!

Alvin doesn't know how many nobles are voluntary, but... the noble who issued the order undoubtedly has great determination!

To this day, the Empire has been traveling for ten thousand years in war and turmoil, like a broken carriage, swaying. It seems that it will fall apart at any time, but... there are countless humans who are willing to use their lives as cornerstones, just to let this broken carriage continue to travel!

It is undeniable that the Empire has many insects.

But what cannot be denied is that there are still many, many humans who hold firm to the beliefs of the human Empire and are willing to die for it, inheriting the Emperor's will!

"I'm sorry... I..."

Alvin suddenly choked, not knowing what to say.

He seemed to have realized a little bit why humans could continue for tens of thousands of years in this cesspool-like galaxy.

"After you get out of here, forget everything that just happened, understand?"

After pouring out the things in his heart, Gray seemed to become much more relaxed, his furrowed brows stretched out, and he smiled: "Don't be so grave, we will all die, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, but... definitely not now!"

"You... are really powerful, Commissar."

Alvin looked at Gray, admiring him sincerely.

In such a desperate situation, he could still cheer up, command the army, and convey confidence to everyone around him!

"No, the powerful one has never been me, but humanity!" Gray was full of pride and laughed: "Humanity is the greatest race. We opened up the stars, we fought against Chaos, it was like this tens of thousands of years ago, and tens of thousands of years later... it is still like this!"

"Commissar, do you really think... we can win?"

Alvin didn't know at all where this Commissar's confidence came from. It seemed that no matter how desperate it was, he could cheer up at a very fast speed and convey confidence to the people around him.

"I promise you, we... no, humanity, the Empire, will definitely defeat the heretics!" Gray looked at the starry sky and pointed to a direction in the vast galaxy: "Look, that direction is my home planet... Cadia."

Alvin looked in the direction of his finger and saw nothing.

Very normal, separated by a big rift, it would be a ghost if he could see it.

"There, we fought heretics! Chaos!"

His voice was suddenly high, the fire seemed to be burning in his eyes, and his tone was raised: "One day, I believe... we will definitely be able to go back, fight back. Not now, but in the future!"

"You ask me, why do I have confidence?"

He turned to look at Alvin, word by word, said: "Because, I have seen more desperate days, that day... my home planet was torn apart by Chaos, a huge fleet descended, I was desperate, but it had no meaning!"

"Kid, I don't know if you really survived by the Emperor's miracle..." Gray clenched his fist and hammered it on his chest: "But I am willing to believe that it is the Emperor's miracle, don't let me down... kid!"

When Alvin came out of the room, he subconsciously clenched the rose knot badge, and the angular shape made his palm ache.

He was full of bitterness, looking at the pure skull on the rose knot, whispering to himself: "Now, even if I want to be afraid of death, I don't have the qualifications. I can't be worse than those noble trash I have always despised, right?"

Upper hive, Ecclesiarchy dome holy hall.

Summoned by the Chaos eight-pointed star, tearing the weak point between the Warp and the material universe, the demons pouring out endlessly are crazily impacting this last holy hall!

"Hold on! Must hold on!"

The old man with a pale face and a dueling sword was roaring with all his might: "Resolutely cannot let the damn Chaos invade this last pure land, absolutely cannot hand over the control of the upper hive to that Chaos!"

"No, we... we can't hold on!"

A noble in gorgeous clothes, rolling his bloated body like a ball, rushed to the old man, knelt down and hugged his thigh, begging: "Father, please... let me go, we still have a chance!"

"Get out!!!"

The old man's eyes were splitting, he pulled out a bolter, pointed at his head, and roared: "Whoever dares to mention another word, I will blow him up. No one can retreat. We are the nobles of the Empire! Facing Chaos, we must fight to the death and shed the last drop of blood for the Emperor!"

Once this place is captured by Chaos, the control of the entire upper hive will fall into the hands of Chaos.

At that time, the Chaos demons pouring out of the upper hive, under the situation of being attacked from front and back, will directly occupy the entire hive and hold a terrifying Chaos ritual!

He absolutely cannot let this happen!

The situation facing the upper hive is even more severe than the middle hive!

Countless demons are pouring out from the Warp rift torn by the Chaos eight-pointed star. If it weren't for the powerful weapons hidden in the families of the upper hive nobles, I'm afraid they would have been wiped out in one wave!

But even so, the upper hive is not the Imperial Guard, let alone a Forge World. The military power is limited. Under the crazy attack of demons, only this Ecclesiarchy dome holy hall is left.

"Swear in the name of 'Meyer', I... Canon Meyer, will definitely not fail His Majesty the God Emperor!"

Canon kicked the fat man over, glared at the remaining nobles shrinking in the Ecclesiarchy holy hall, and shouted loudly: "For the Empire! For the God Emperor! We will definitely fight to the death with Chaos until the last drop of blood is shed!"

The fat man who was kicked over left the dome holy hall in a gray way, however... most people didn't notice the resentment flashing in his eyes.

Why?

He is the heir of the Meyer family, the noble Marty Meyer, why should he die for the trash in the lower and middle hives?!

He shrunk in the shadows behind the holy hall, his eyes gloomy, angry, resentful, looking at his father, who was commanding the auxiliary legion, constantly resisting Chaos, a terrible thought... gradually emerged.

It seemed that a voice was whispering in his ear:

"You are the noble Marty Meyer, you shouldn't die for those bottom-level trash."

"Since that's the case..."

"Why not kill the person who stopped you?"

"Join the great Chaos, you don't have to be afraid of being hurt by those messengers of the gods, and you... will gain eternal life and become a more great existence than Canon Meyer!"

Marty's breathing gradually quickened, his blood-red eyes staring dead at his father in the hall... Canon Meyer!

He, thought it through!

Who is not loyal to whom?

Master, I'm joining Chaos!

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