Chapter 277: The Normans Who Enslave Humanity

After Arsena Dunn highlighted the planet, he continued:

"According to the Auspex scan results, Nova Polia has no Xinggang, and there are no ships within the entire star system; it likely lacks flight capabilities."

Ninglu nodded slightly; the Normans were likely the native Xenos species of Nova Polia. If so, then the choice of target for the Prophecy Dice was even more correct.

"According to the Auger Matrix scan results, Nova Polia has orbital defense facilities."

"Feedback from the identification runes shows that the orbital defense facilities are small in scale, low in power, and pose little threat."

The Primarch Attendant pressed the runes on the Control Staff, and irregular red areas of varying sizes immediately appeared on the planet's surface.

He said: "There are a total of one hundred and thirty-four settlements on the planet's surface, which have been marked I-I, III, IV in descending order according to the frequency of life signals."

"Transmission to the tactical networks of the Honor Guard, Legion Librarian, the Eighth Legion, and the First, Fourth, Eighth, and Ninth Regiments of the Vostonia Auxiliary Army is in progress."

Hearing this, Ninglu thought to himself: 【Once Gabriel develops the Simulacrum Chamber, information sharing like uploading to the tactical network can be completed almost instantly.

It could even allow for efficient war meetings and briefings like the Iron Hands, but efficiency is not everything. Compared to sitting in cold seats, most people still prefer traditional face-to-face communication.

It allows for obtaining information beyond the data level and also maintains emotional connection.】

Ninglu reined in his wandering thoughts and issued an order.

"Bombard Nova Polia and destroy the orbital defense facilities."

He stood up, walked to the holographic image, reached out his right hand, and tapped, selecting the location marked as Area I.

"Prepare for drop."

On the surface of Nova Polia, Tuer City.

Human slave laborers looked in surprise at the blinding beams of light descending from the sky.

"What are you looking at, you human scum? Get back to work." A Norman factory owner looked coldly at the human slave laborers.

Each of his eyeballs consisted of twelve rhombic crystals arranged in a honeycomb pattern.

There were vortex-like ripples inside the crystals, and they refracted rainbow-colored light when the pupils contracted.

The human slave laborers continued to work numbly; their left hands held blinding golden stones, and their right hands held whetstones made of basalt, carefully polishing them.

A man, thin as a skeleton, weakly lost control of his right hand and scratched a crack into the golden stone.

"Damn it, you idiot!"

The overseer roared in anger, raised his whip, and lashed it against his body.

"That was a decoration for Lord Breton's building; you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you died a hundred times."

The human slave laborer fell to the ground, blood from his forehead dripping onto the floor, and he looked at the overseer with anger.

The ferocious-looking overseer had not a shred of pity for his own kind; in his heart, there were only his Norman masters.

The human slave laborer did not beg for mercy; he knew these overseer families had long ago abandoned their human identity during thousands of years of serving Norman masters.

They called themselves Trua, and the wealthiest and most powerful among them would custom-order rhombic crystal eyeballs to get as close to their masters as possible.

Low-level Trua like the overseer would use materials like glass to decorate around their eyes to show their distinction from humans.

Begging for mercy had long been proven useless; the Trua would seize every opportunity to show their loyalty to their masters.

The human slave laborer gripped the shimmering golden stone in his hand powerlessly; the blinding light it emitted shone into his eyes, bringing him no hope.

【When will the light finally shine upon us?

Grandfather once said that thousands of years ago, we humans did not have to kneel before Xenos like this, letting them enslave and trample us.】

Just as he was lost in thought, a loud noise made him tremble all over.

The human slave laborers instinctively scattered and fled; the overseers were startled, and while dodging, they shouted loudly.

"What are you running for, you base-born wretches? Get back to work immediately."

The Trua overseer grinned hideously and raised his whip, which crackled with electric sparks, and lashed out at the human slave laborers.

The next instant, a boom exploded, and the overseer was blasted into a mist of blood.

The Honor Guard members who had landed in the factory stepped out of the Drop Pod, quickly grasped the situation, confirmed that the overseer was loyal to the Xenos who enslaved them, and purified them with bolters.

The Norman saw the black-armored warriors and was greatly shocked; his eyes flickered, and he shouted.

"Kneel!" The Norman's will spread toward the black-armored warriors, wanting to enslave them as he had in the past.

The new batch of Honor Guard members had not yet mastered the Thelemic First Layer, but they had begun to temper their will; as soon as the Norman's will spread over, it collided with a wall of will.

The Norman's consciousness felt intense pain; his face turned pale, and his body swayed.

One Honor Guard member was the first to recover; he raised the bolter in his hand and fired at the Xenos.

The Trua guards who came running over saw in surprise that the Norman master, who possessed magical abilities, had a large hole blasted in his body and fell to the ground.

At the same moment, Ninglu also encountered Xenos; seeing the special eyes, he immediately associated them with the eyes of the Normans, the main material for the "Reader of Minds" on the Blasphemous Slate.

"I want their heads."

The eyes were not easy to collect and might be accidentally damaged.

After Ninglu issued the order, he flapped his wings and flew up; he then saw a Norman five hundred meters away.

With a thought, his consciousness spread toward the Norman.

The moment their consciousnesses collided, the Primarch's consciousness destroyed the Norman's mental defenses.

The Norman let out a terrified scream; his eyes bulged, as if he had seen something fearful.

With a thud, the Norman's corpse fell to the ground; he had been scared to death by "Fear".

Ninglu did not stop his movements; he flew straight toward the city, where there was a dome.

Along the way, Ninglu used psychic attacks to kill one Norman after another.

The humans saw the black-armored warrior with golden wings flying over; he made no move, yet those Xenos who bullied and enslaved them died.

They shouted loudly, "Angel", "Liberator", "Xenos Purifier".

The Trua shouted in terror and anger: "Damn base slaves".

They brandished their weapons and struck at the slaves.

But the humans who saw hope were unwilling to continue being enslaved; they swarmed forward, swinging their fists to strike at the shameless Trua who served the Xenos.

Others jumped onto them in anger, biting with their mouths.

The Trua looked at the resisting humans in terror and used weapons to suppress them.

Although the humans had a numerical advantage, their bodies were too weak, and having been enslaved, they had long since lost their knowledge; even if they seized firearms, they could only use them as iron rods.

Under the brutal suppression of the Trua, the humans suffered heavy casualties.

Just then, the Honor Guard members clad in black armor advanced in full force, killing those shameless Trua who were loyal to the Xenos, and then used combat knives to decapitate the Normans.

Ninglu flew to the center of the city in an instant; he saw a group of Normans dressed in golden finery gathered on the top floor of a domed building, surrounding a pyramid-shaped device.

Ninglu's eyes narrowed as he saw thousands of Normans reaching out to press their hands onto the gleaming golden pyramid.

In his "Warp Vision," blinding light gathered within the device, and the psychic power it contained astonished even the Primarch.

【That device can gather the psychic power of the Normans together to launch a psychic shock.】

After Ninglu made his judgment, he did not intend to clash head-on with the Normans; since he had a divine artifact, he should naturally use it.

The Primarch infused psychic energy into the spear and threw it with all his might.

The Normans turned their heads one after another, sensing a terrifying object flying toward them at high speed.

They only had time to see a point of blinding light before, the next instant, the golden speck of light smashed into the pyramid.

Boom—!

The Normans' minds were violently shaken; the psychic shockwave was like a surging tsunami, crashing against their minds.

"Ah..."

Accompanied by screams, the corpses of the Normans fell with a thud.

The Spear of Dionysus destroyed the Normans' psychic device, and the resulting backlash destroyed the minds of the Norman elite in an instant.

After Ninglu gathered the Normans' eyes, he moved them to the "Kingdom of Disorder."

At the same time, he unexpectedly discovered that the material the Normans used for architectural decoration was the Golden Sun Stone, the main material for the Potion of the "Singer" subsequent Sequence 8, the "Light-Prayer."

Arsena collected intelligence and uploaded it to the tactical network.

He conveyed Ninglu's order for the Librarians to enter the Twelfth Legion and launch an attack on the Norman cities.

Company Captain Juerjuer of the Third Company led the black-armored Warriors with orange swords painted on their right shoulders to invade the Norman city marked as VI.

The Normans already knew that foreign black-armored giants were invading Nova Polia, so they gathered to block the Third Company.

Juerjuer ordered the attack; he raised his left arm, aimed his Bolter Pistol at the Xenos, and fired rounds of bolter shells.

Immediately, he encountered a Xenos leader holding a rune staff.

The Xenos leader raised the rune staff, aimed it at Juerjuer, and let out a shout.

The "Fighter" felt as if something had burrowed into his brain, as if a voice were telling him to kneel on the ground.

The "Fighter" let out an angry roar; except for the Gene-Father, he would not kneel to anyone.

A force surged within the "Fighter," dispelling the Normans' psychic shock.

Juerjuer rushed in front of the Normans, thrust his Charged Blade into a Norman's abdomen, and the blue Disruption Field shredded the Norman's body.

After the battle ended, Juerjuer directed the Order Shadow to collect the heads of the Xenos and the Golden Sun Stones for the King.

Chief Librarian Thomas, along with his apprentice Nicholas, invaded the Norman city marked as III.

Nicholas was more robust than most of the Order Shadow; he was originally a Fenrisian.

Nicholas had the highest talent among the many Fenrisians.

Having just received his membrane implants, he was not yet an Order Shadow, let alone a Lexicanum, the lowest rank among the Librarians.

While undergoing Gaizao Shouhu, he followed Thomas to learn as the most talented psychic apprentice.

(End of chapter)