Chapter 279: 「The Instigator」

Terra, Treyon Hive, Lower Hive, Monterigioni.

The "Instigator" Maria Kurnikova, dressed in a black robe, stood within the shadows, "instigating" the burly man before her.

"Desiree, you were originally a worker in the Zhongchao; although you toiled hard every day, you had your own family."

"Now, you have lost your family and fled to the Lower Hive. Who caused all of this?"

Although the tall woman's Gothic was somewhat rusty, Desiree felt it was unusually intimate; every word she spoke was for his own sake.

He even felt a sense of familiarity from the tall woman, which made him think of his own wife.

"It was Louis! I listened to his words, and to show that I was well-informed, I told other drinkers after drinking that 'the Order Shadow are all Wizards,' and that they are all dangerous people."

"When I said those words, I didn't know what the Order Shadow were like, but I also didn't know why I said it that way; perhaps it was the tone of Louis's voice that made one subconsciously believe him."

Desiree fell into memory, his face full of confusion.

"Later, before the enforcers came to my door, Louis found me in advance, and he brought me to the Lower Hive."

"Although I survived, I lost everything."

Desiree clenched his fists and cursed loudly: "Louis, it's all your fault."

The "Instigator" continued to "instigate": "If you had a weapon, would you take revenge on the person who caused you to lose everything?"

"I would!" Desiree's eyes were filled with rage, and the veins on his fists bulged.

"I will help you take revenge," Maria said, pulling out an automatic pistol and a dagger.

The weapons were not manufactured in Vostonia, as that would allow the conspirators behind the scenes to quickly lock onto their identities.

They were all obtained by Maria from gangs on Terra, and the people behind the scenes could not trace them back to her.

"Use the weapons I gave you to take your revenge!" the "Instigator" said, watching Desiree take the weapons.

Desiree put away the weapons, and with his heart full of rage, he walked out of the Dome and into the dark, damp pipes.

Desiree saw a dozen or so people around him who were just like him; he knew these people had followed Louis to survive and had long since become his followers.

He suppressed his rage, knowing he only had one chance.

Desiree gripped the pistol in his pocket and walked toward Louis.

"Do you know why you have fallen into the filthy Lower Hive?" Louis's voice was low and magnetic.

"Why?" asked a man wearing blue worker's coveralls; he was covered in dirt.

"Because you spoke the truth, but some people do not want you to speak the truth."

"The Order Shadow and the Thousand Sons are Wizards; they only bring destruction."

Another thin worker pounded the pipe in anger.

"Louis is right, we only spoke the truth."

Louis's words seemed to have a certain magic, infecting everyone around him.

They were also willing to believe what Louis said; only in this way would they not regret the price they had paid.

Desiree shouted twice along with them, but the object of his hatred was Louis.

Desiree walked up to Louis, pulled the pistol from his pocket, and fired at him.

Bang, bang, bang!

Desiree's marksmanship was not very good, but the distance was very close, and he would not miss.

"Desiree, what are you doing!"

"Desiree, are you crazy?"

The others were taken aback and exclaimed in shock.

Desiree ignored them; the word "revenge" spoken by the tall woman echoed in his ears.

He vented all his anger over losing his family and being displaced to the Lower Hive onto the trigger.

The bullets hit Louis, splashing blood, but he did not fall.

An inhuman roar sounded from within his body, and the workers hesitated and stopped; the sound was like a beast, filling one with Fear.

The sound echoed in the pipes, traveling further and further.

A kilometer away, giant rats hearing the inhuman roar fled in a panic.

A thick arm stretched out from within Louis's body and grabbed Desiree.

"Speak! Who have you seen? Who made you do this?"

Desiree and the workers looked at Louis in terror; how could a thick arm stretch out from inside a human?

"Monster!"

The workers screamed in terror and scattered in all directions.

Louis seemed to wake up from a long dream; he widened his eyes, not knowing why an arm had stretched out from his body.

"I... what has happened to me?"

Another thick arm stretched out from within Louis's body, and his entire upper torso was a bloody mess.

The newly extended arm grabbed his ribs with force and threw them.

The ribs whistled as they flew out one by one toward the fleeing workers, each bone piercing into their brains.

"Get... out of my body!" Louis shouted in pain.

"Shut up!" the thick arm roared, strangling Louis's throat; his entire body was like a broken toy, with limbs constantly falling to the ground.

"Speak!"

Desiree had never seen such a terrifying scene; he was so scared that his legs were soaked, and the cold voice felt like a cold wind blowing from the underworld of myth and legend.

His body trembled, "A woman... it was a woman... please spare me."

"What kind of woman?" an inhuman voice sounded from within Louis.

"A tall... woman..." Desiree's body trembled, and he said in terror:

"She is wearing... a black hood... a robe..."

"I cannot see... her appearance clearly..."

"Useless!" An inhuman roar sounded from within Louis.

In the final moment before Desiree died, she only felt her neck being snapped.

"A woman?"

"A clever trick!"

"Ninglu... Magnus... which one..."

Louis's body shattered, crackling as it fell to the ground.

"I must know, who is it?"

At the same moment, Maria returned to her temporary base, an abandoned factory.

Dementieva saw Maria return and immediately asked, "How did it go?"

"It should be resolved."

"We only need to wait a while to see if they appear to be certain."

Tsvetana heard Maria say this and spoke up: "Those workers have neither the guts nor the brains to do such a thing."

"There must be someone behind the scenes pulling the strings."

"Correct," Maria acknowledged her view, "the struggle against them will continue for a long time."

She whispered: "We must eradicate the enemies for our Master."

While the three "instigators" were speaking, on the Shadow of Sovereignty, in the Primarch's office.

Wojciech Belik said to Ninglu excitedly: "My Lord, I have found it!"

"I have found a Sacred Construction Template!"

"Very good," Ninglu nodded slightly, asking a question he already knew the answer to: "What is it?"

Wojciech's mechanical tentacles tapped against his chest.

Red and green lights flashed in a Rapid rhythm, and a square chip popped out.

Wojciech's mechanical tentacles grabbed the chip, and he said excitedly.

"My Lord, I extracted the data from an ancient Machine and stored it inside."

"After research, it is a Sacred Construction Template for a battle tank."

"It is easy to manufacture and easy to maintain."

Ninglu nodded slightly and said: "Since you discovered it, name it after your surname."

"Call it the Belik Battle Tank."

Upon hearing this, Wojciech said excitedly: "Thank you, my Master."

Having the Sacred Template he unearthed named after him filled him with endless glory.

Wojciech could foresee that many Forge Worlds would praise the name of Belik, for he had retrieved a mortal vessel for the Machine God.

"I will authorize the Standard Template Construct for use by the Forge Worlds, and you shall select them for me."

Unlike the Battle Moon, which is Orc technology that only a few Forge Worlds are willing to research and which must rely on the connections of Rosicky Cech to find buyers.

Every Forge World hopes to obtain the knowledge of the Belik Battle Tank, and Wojciech can find buyers.

In this situation, as a member of the tech-priests, he is far more suitable than an outsider like Rosicky, and at the same time, his prestige will greatly increase during this period.

This is precisely Ninglu's goal; he believes that many Forge Worlds will see the benefits of cooperating with him.

"Thank you for your trust; I will certainly give my all and not let you down," Wojciech said respectfully.

Ninglu then asked Arsena: "Nova Polia, what is its value?"

"My Master, the local resources of Nova Polia are average; the only thing special is the Golden Sun Stone used as decorative material."

"In accordance with your orders, all Golden Sun Stones mined in the future will be sent to the Shadow of Sovereignty."

"The local populace has been enslaved by the Normans for thousands of years; their technology and culture have regressed, and the people are physically frail. It can be said that their overall quality is poor."

The Primarch Attendant believed it was time to report on the execution of the Black Emperor's previous orders.

"In accordance with your orders, one-third of the Normans' food has been distributed to the local populace."

The physical structure of the Normans is somewhat similar to that of humans, and the food they enslaved the local residents to produce can also be consumed by humans.

"For the first time in thousands of years, the local populace is full."

"It is worth mentioning that the local populace calls you the Liberator, and their loyalty to you exceeds that of the people of other worlds."

Ninglu nodded slightly and issued an order: "Select a squad from the Eighth Legion to remain stationed on Nova Polia and reshape the local order."

"The fleet sets sail for Sepra Mundi."

(End of chapter)