Chapter 117

Let's pull the time back to a few hours ago.

Upper hive, the dome holy hall of the Ecclesiarchy, in front of the magnificent Emperor statue, incense lingered, and the blessed holy word prayer scrolls were hung everywhere.

Outside the dome holy hall, there are mountains of corpses.

Some are demons, some are noble private soldiers, and there is no lack of some young, courageous nobles. They all sacrificed their lives for the Empire!

The entire Ecclesiarchy dome holy hall is covered by a powerful void shield, and is equipped with automatic artillery, melta, etc., powerful heavy weapons, which led to the demons being unable to attack for a long time.

And the priests of the Ecclesiarchy chant the holy word record all day long.

Doing this is to avoid the influence of Chaos from going deep into the Ecclesiarchy dome holy hall. The glory and blessing of the Emperor will eliminate the temptation from Chaos as much as possible!

Canon knelt in front of the Emperor's holy image, praying devoutly.

The distress signal had been sent to the Military Department before the upper hive was completely closed, but... those who understand understand, with the administrative efficiency of the Empire, unless it is a miracle, by the time the reinforcements arrive, Loser will probably have fallen into the hands of Chaos.

But knowing this, Canon still determined his resolve, swearing to live and die with Loser, and before the last drop of blood is shed, absolutely will not hand over the territory of the Empire to the evil Chaos!

"Father... I, I thought it through."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Canon, who was praying, slowly opened his eyes, still maintaining the posture of prayer, and did not look back.

Seeing that the old man didn't pay attention to him, the fat Marty was a little nervous, looking at the empty space left and right, seemed to have gathered courage, and increased his voice: "Father, I... I think you are right. Since we are nobles, we must take on that responsibility. For the Empire, for His Majesty the God Emperor, hold the territory of the Empire!"

Canon seemed a little surprised, turned to look at his son, for the first time in his life, seriously examined him: "You... are serious?"

Marty had been a top noble in the hive since he was a child, eating and drinking well. Canon had been very disappointed in him before, thinking that this should not be his bloodline, but he didn't expect... Marty's sudden change after experiencing this incident made him look at him with admiration.

"Yes, yes, Father."

Marty lowered his head, afraid of being seen, the madness in the bottom of his eyes, suppressing his voice, clenched his fists: "Since I inherited the name 'Meyer', I also want to be like you, like Governor Galken... become a hero of the Empire!"

"Good, good, good!"

Canon was moved to tears. He suddenly felt that he had not failed the Emperor's gift in his life: "This is my son, this is the courage that the bloodline inheriting the name 'Meyer' should have!"

He looked at his son, a smile appeared on his face.

"Father, I... I want to hug you, can I?"

Marty seemed a little scared, trembling and asked.

Hearing this, a touch of guilt surged in Canon's heart. He paid too little attention to Marty, was very strict since he was a child, and now he was forcing him to die.

Under the emotion of guilt, Canon unloaded his defense. Or rather... he had no defense when treating his own bloodline.

Canon was too old. Even with the Empire's life-extension surgery, it was inevitable that he would welcome aging, and he had experienced more than a dozen days and nights of bloody fighting command, he was really too tired, and his thinking and senses were far less sharp than when he was young.

So much so that... this old man who had fought in the galaxy for a lifetime, failed to notice the madness hidden in Marty's eyes!

"Come, my child..."

Canon took the initiative to step forward, hugging his bloodline, tears swirling in his eyes, but he endured it strongly: "Child, it's your turn... don't blame me, this is the glory bestowed upon us by the Emperor, after death we will return to the Golden Throne together!"

The nobles remaining in the holy hall were basically either forced to fight to the death or executed. Now the remaining... are only women and children.

Marty is his last descendant!

But for the Empire, Canon was duty-bound, he endured the heartache and wanted to send his descendant to the battlefield of certain death!

"Father..."

The resentment in Marty's eyes was thick, and he quietly pulled out the poisoned blade hidden under his round belly.

"Hmm?"

Canon looked at Marty dotingly.

But at this moment, a sharp pain came from his abdomen, and the sharp knife was inserted directly, stirring fiercely, cutting his intestines and organs.

Canon's pupils shrank, but he saw Marty raise his head, revealing that twisted face full of hatred, ferocity, like a ghost, laughing wildly: "Father, the person who should die... is you, not me!"

Canon covered his stomach, looking unbelievable, staggering back, falling in front of the Emperor's holy image, his abdomen with a cut flowing out intestines, blood...

"Marty, you..."

He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, as if until this moment, he finally understood what happened, his pupils surged with endless anger: "Marty!!!"

Marty was still trembling, but in the twisted facial expression, there was an unspeakable pleasure: "Hahahaha... go to hell, you old guy, are you willing to die with me? I want to join Chaos! Do you understand?!"

"Beast!!!"

Suddenly, Canon burst out.

He was old, but the tactical movements remaining in his body, the experience of fighting in the galaxy countless times, and the iron-like willpower made him burst out with powerful strength!

Canon pulled out the dueling sword at his waist, and under Marty's terrified gaze, it flashed like lightning!

His movements were even a bit non-standard.

At least, it was far from as standard as when he was young in the Imperial Guard, but it was absolutely quite qualified to deal with a trash!

"No, don't, Father!"

Marty screamed in fear, rolling in a mess, dodging the first sword, but the determination to kill was still on his neck, leaving a bloodstain!

"Save... save me!" Marty's fat body was hard to dodge the second sword, he pinned all his hope on a certain Chaos power, hoping to save him.

But unfortunately... the Chaos power didn't care about him at all.

Swish!

Clean, neat, cut off the neck with one sword!

A fat head like a pig, two eyes widened, pupils remaining with a touch of deep fear and doubt.

As if saying... why didn't the Chaos he wanted to join save him?

Canon, who killed Marty with his own hands, seemed to be exhausted, paralyzed on the red carpet in front of the Emperor's holy image, panting heavily, but his eyes were still firm: "No... I can't die yet, at least, not now!"

"Very beautiful swordsmanship!"

Suddenly, a slightly low, old voice came from the shadows of the holy hall, with a touch of appreciation, as if very familiar: "I didn't expect that after decades, your swordsmanship still hasn't regressed, Canon."

Canon's pupils shrank suddenly, looked in the direction of the voice, and his already pale face due to blood loss was even paler now.

He... knew that person!

"Why? Don't recognize your old comrade?"

The person who walked out of the shadow of the corridor slowly took off his hat, revealing an extremely old face, looking at the shocked Canon, smiling: "Long time no see, my dear brother... Canon Meyer."

Looking at that face, Canon only felt cold all over, as if a bone-chilling chill surged into his body. His lips trembled, but his chest was filled with anger, and he roared: "It's you—Galken Hadley!!!"

"It's me, old comrade."

Galken smiled, looking at Canon, who was full of anger and dying from the poison blade, high above.

Bad news... I'm going to have a hemorrhoid surgery in these few days, the update won't stop, I hope it won't be too painful...