Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 37: Trade my things with me?

Raven said, "Big guy, this condition sounds pretty good. We can take over this planet without bloodshed."

"Not bad?" The emperor responded in his mind: "Why should I let him trade my things with me?"

Raven: “…”

"Big guy, did you say the same thing to the four people in the subspace?"

"No, I just grabbed it."

Raven tilted his head and looked at the big guy, his eyes widened.

What it means is that the four vendors were eating hot pot and singing in the subspace.

You suddenly rushed in and robbed them all! !

No wonder the four vendors were able to pause the eternal war and join forces to deal with you.

Not only did he break into the house to rob, he also planned to wipe out the subspace in one go.

Who can stand such arrogance?

"Your conditions sound unattractive." Valdor stepped forward and spoke in the name of the Emperor.

"I own the entire planet." said citizen 13145209527.

Waldo looked indifferent, revealing a hint of disdain.

"For my Lord, the only wealth that needs to be fought for is the citizens of this planet."

"As for the natural resources and technological creations you possess, they will belong to the Empire whether you like it or not."

"Why would my Lord allow you to trade with the Empire using something that originally belonged to the Empire?"

Citizen 13145209527's face turned ugly.

"Everything I own is legal. How can you be so shameless as to forcibly take it for yourself?"

Waldo said calmly: "Everything we do is also legal."

"According to the constitution promulgated by the Empire, we have the right to punish those who intend to prevent the rise of mankind."

"Give over everything you have unconditionally, or the Empire will take it from you by force."

"Hahaha, this ending is really refreshing." The man next to him laughed.

Citizen 13145209527 was so angry that he was shaking.

"You damned bandits, you invaded my home and now you say I'm guilty?"

The man next to him said: "No, no, the Human Empire is not a bandit. We welcome the Empire and sincerely hope that human civilization can prosper again."

Waldo said: "Look, on this planet, everyone except you is willing to accept the rule of the Empire."

"I will never surrender to robbers." Citizen 13145209527 clenched his fists and looked at the man next to him.

"They can use violence to rob my wealth, so why can't they use violence to rob you? You are hopelessly stupid to empathize with robbers."

The man grinned. "This shows that they are fair, just like a social machine. We just chose another social machine."

"The Empire can bring us more benefits, so what's wrong with choosing them? As for the losses you suffer, what does it have to do with us?"

"If you fail to survive in the new era, it only means that you didn't work hard enough, you can't blame others."

"You taught us all these, how come you have forgotten them now?"

Citizen 13145209527 was so angry that he was shaking.

"You are all a bunch of bandits. I will never give up my wealth. If you insist, then let's fight."

"The Empire doesn't care." Waldo said word by word: "No matter what your choice is, the Empire will get this planet."

The communication is over.

Citizen 13145209527 cut off communications.

The buzzing sound came from all directions.

Countless law enforcement units flew up from all over the city and rushed towards the location of the Emperor and others.

The imperial guards activated the genetic engines in their bodies and entered combat mode.

A chaotic fight broke out.

The order to start war was passed to the fleet in low-Earth orbit.

It was passed to the commanders of the Astartes Legion and the auxiliary army who were already prepared.

The ships opened fire, raining torpedoes, missiles, and laser beams down upon the planet's orbital defenses.

In just over ten minutes, the orbital defense system was declared offline.

Then came the landing operation.

The Astartes Legion's drop pods fell like meteorites, trailing flames and carrying terrifying kinetic energy.

When it landed, there was a terrifying explosion that shook the earth.

Their target is the control center of the social machine.

The battle lasted only twenty-three hours, less than a single Terran day.

The entire planet Aktis III was declared fallen.

Citizen 13145209527 was also captured by Astelan and other Astartes warriors of the First Legion and brought before the Emperor.

The guy looked like a sturdy middle-aged man.

But according to the test results of the instruments, there are traces of genetic engineering all over his body.

The physiological lifespan reaches an astonishing 2,400 years.

"Robbers, you are all a bunch of robbers." Citizen 13145209527 cursed continuously, his body shaking with anger.

"Who is the robber?" Waldo stood in front of the man. "You intend to steal the empire's property, and you intend to fight against the empire."

"Shameless," citizen 13145209527 shouted, "You are extremely shameless."

"After a vote by all citizens, Planet Aktis III has declared its full submission to the Empire."

"The imperial law is the highest law of this world, so you are the shameless one."

The man from before was still standing next to the Emperor and others.

He launched a round of voting on the Internet.

The number of people supporting surrendering to the empire reached 99.999%.

Perhaps the only objector is citizen 13145209527 in front of us.

No matter how bad the situation would be if we joined the Empire, it would not be worse than it is now.

At least you can breathe freely.

After trial, citizen 13145209527 was sentenced to death.

The planet Aktis III abolished the previous law and declared that the ownership of natural resources would always belong to the public property and no one could privatize it.

"Rationality is important, but human society is complex, and rationality alone is far from enough."

"People will not be happy if they act according to reason."

The raven looked at the hanged citizen 13145209527 and was moved.

"I feel offended." Waldo said in a low voice.

"Don't feel anything. I am just offending you. Of course, you don't have to be angry. Because I not only offend you, but also the big guy."

Waldo: "."

Emperor: “.”

Nukeriya.

The Colosseum announced that it was temporarily closed.

The reason was a gladiator riot.

Inside the arena, dozens of high-ranking knights lay dead in a dark corridor.

Their bodies covered with high-tech silver armor were torn apart, and bright red blood flowed on the ground.

Nuceria has a high level of technology and has inherited many technological artifacts and knowledge from the Golden Age.

The personal guards of each major family have undergone high-end prosthetic implants and genetic modification, and with their unique weapons, their combat effectiveness is terrifying.

However, they were still torn apart like rags in front of the furious Angron.

"You shouldn't be so impulsive, kid."

Oenomamus looked at the wounded Angron, revealing his worry and distress.

"I have no choice, Father!"

Angron gripped his axe tightly.

"They have taken so much from me, and I will never allow them to take you away too."

"Child." Tears appeared in Onomamus' eyes.

This man who has survived in the arena until now has experienced countless life-and-death battles, and his heart has long been as cold and hard as stone.

And now, he wept for Angron.

He had watched Angron grow and knew how kind the boy was.

He comforts the dead and allows them to rest in peace.

Communicate with the living with your heart and let them find peace.

Every day, he uses his unique ability to absorb the pain of his companions, just to let them sleep peacefully.

“It would be great if you hadn’t ended up in this world.”

Oenomamus hated the cruelty of fate.

If Angron was born in a peaceful world, he would definitely become a very good and kind person.

He will protect the weak, he will sympathize with grief, and he will have mercy on the world.

However, fate landed him in Nuceria, a hopeless hell.

"Family dog, you will regret what you did today."

An enraged voice echoed through the speakers in the arena.

Immediately afterwards, anesthetic gas as thick as fog poured into the arena.

The strong gladiator trapped in the cage fainted after just taking a breath.

High-ranking knights, wearing full protective equipment, entered the arena filled with anesthetic gas.

They thought they could easily take down Angron.

However, Angron was not knocked down by the anesthetic gas and still maintained his strong fighting ability.

In the ensuing battle, Angron killed at least a hundred high-ranking knights.

He didn't faint until his body functions reached their limit.

Finally, he was dragged out by the high-ranking knights like a dying wild dog.

One of the rulers of the planet, the Lord of the Tarka family, ordered his men to awaken Onomamus after the battle.

He looked down at the gladiator who had been taking care of Angron.

"This is all your fault, you fool, but soon, Angron himself will correct this mistake."

"When the nails are hammered into his brain and his hands are stained with your father's blood, he will never stand a chance at redemption."

"Once you die, he will fall into hell forever and become the most powerful and bloodthirsty gladiator in history."

Oenomamus was furious.

He let out a low roar, trying to break free from the control of the high-ranking knight, pounce on him, and tear him to pieces.

But he couldn't do it and could only watch Lord Talka leave with a big laugh.

"Angron"

Oenomamus was in despair and his voice was extremely painful.

He had seen gladiators who were controlled by nails, all of whom were tortured to madness by endless pain.

He couldn't imagine what kind of torture those things would cause to the poor child after entering Angron's mind.

Gods, please don't be so cruel.

In the dark and cold void, the real space is constantly distorting.

A vortex slowly formed, grabbing all the light.

A strange witchcraft fire rose out of nowhere, scorching the outer shell of real space.

Cracks appeared due to the distortion, and brilliant spiritual light gushed out.

A magnificent warship with a golden double-headed eagle on its bow rushed out of the warp along with the brilliant light.

[Destination reached, locking onto target planet]

The cold mechanical sound echoed inside the battleship.

Several imperial guards in golden armor stood in front of the observation window.

He looked coldly into the void, staring at the planet in the distance.

They would reach the planet where the Primarch had fallen in three hours.

(End of this chapter)