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Chapter 364: Robbing the Rich to Help Me, Part 1

Chapter 364: Robbing the Rich to Help Me, Part 1
A murder, a rebellion, or both.

Thirty cultists of the Genestealer Order, five massive, half-Genestealer hybrids, and a Genestealer Warlord stormed the hive's meeting hall today.

Their targeted demolition and firepower resulted in the deaths of three mortal officers, four Imperial Loyalist nobles, and the local governor.

What is sad is that the seat of the Hive Governor was "just" arranged at the explosion site. It can be said that he was almost killed at that time, and he didn't even need the aftermath of shrapnel and debris to finish him off.

Now Taylor pushed aside the scraps of Genestealer flesh and the shards of concrete from the table.

He sat in a relatively clean seat, and a dead head with eyes still open was looking at him.

At the same time, the mutant forehead on the head, with its eye-catching, bulging and wrinkled exoskeleton, is really disgusting.

"Atavism?"

Taylor said to himself as he looked at the Genestealer, who looked one-tenth the size of the Genestealer race.

Although it still looked thin, its unusually pale skin and bulging muscles, combined with this thing, made it take him two shots to kill it.

Even though the caliber of his gun is far inferior to that of Calgar, it is still a real precision-made explosive bullet. It is obvious that the gene stealers here have undergone a certain degree of mutation.

It may be because of the environment here, or it may be because of the opening of the Great Rift.

The expansion of psychic energy and the surge of the Warp had caused a host of strange situations to arise, but it was clear that the arrival of the Genestealers was not due to those things.

Taylor picked up the luxurious silk from the corpse in front of him. It was a symbol of nobility, but also meant that this place had long been infiltrated by gene theft and turned into a sieve.

This situation was very troublesome. Taylor hated being stabbed in the back the most in his life. It would be more accurate to say that he would rather face the collapse of the front line than see such a situation.

Now the greenskin is still knocking on the door, and Taylor obviously can't be as relaxed as usual. After all, this matter affects whether they can sleep peacefully.

This is almost the area where Taylor can least relax.

But the good news is that he knows a wizard who is proficient in mind magic. She can judge the nobles here one by one if those guys are unwilling to be controlled or invaded.

So killing a noble who was just sitting there doing nothing would not be a burden for Taylor.

Of course, the biggest difficulty in such a trial is actually how to catch the mouse, so the days ahead probably won't be easy.

After Taylor expressed his ideas to Calgar, the Ultramarines' Chapter Master also showed his generosity and took on the responsibility of dealing with the greenskins until Taylor dealt with the genestealer.

This relieved a lot of burden, at least for Taylor he had time to surround those damn nobles.

Taylor found a relatively intact meeting room and brought his confidants here.

He picked up the coffee cup, tried to add enough sugar to make the Rekha coffee no longer bitter, and said.

"Obviously everyone is aware of the situation. Frankly, we don't have much experience dealing with genestealers."

"We've only seen those things once, and their genetic makeup is quite flexible. They can look like an innocent girl or a true Tyranid beast."

"So we need to investigate their capabilities. It's not like we can figure out every single one of them, but at least we can't let go of the nobles who control the hive areas."

"Our targets are the largest local nobles and the three guild families, generally speaking."

"People, food, water, electricity," the cultist girl said. "Boss, I know this. All we need to do is join their banquet and enjoy ourselves like VIPs. We can trick the lords and nobles into bed, and then use poison and mind-destroying drugs to extract the information."

Taylor frowned. "That's Slaanesh's way. You have to obey me here. Let's use the Imperial Guard's way!"

The cultist girl asked. "What's that? The Imperial Guard's method?"

She had never heard of the Imperial Guard interfering in the affairs of the planetary governors. After all, when the Imperial Chancellor Malcador established this concept, he declared that the power of the planetary governor over the planet was granted by the Emperor and was inviolable.

The Imperial Guard, as outsiders, interfered with the internal affairs of the planet, which was a cross-border issue. Even if Taylor had those gene stealers as an excuse, he would easily be brought to a military court if he did not handle it well.

This is also why many imperial officers always turn a blind eye to the nobles, and will not use force to solve the problem unless they really affect the progress of the war.

Therefore, the cultist girl is actually very curious about the so-called "Imperial Guard Way".

But Taylor just began to assign combat tasks as a matter of course, splitting his men into four large groups. He went to find the Governor's Office himself, and the others went to deal with other guilds.

Bring weapons and equipment, maybe even heavy artillery and explosives, and most importantly, make sure the Planetary Guard isn't aware of it.

What they did was tantamount to treason, so the most important thing was to be quick and accurate, and to make the enemy's bodies public after the matter was resolved.

The cultist girl scoffed. "Is this what you call Imperial Guard style? Quick strikes and crowd control?"

"What's the difference between you and interfering in the internal affairs of a planet?"

"According to Imperial law..."

As she said this, she found that Taylor was looking at her, or to be more precise, staring at her.

Then Taylor said, "What do you mean, you want me to put the safety of my brothers and the war to open up the Nachmund Corridor behind the Imperial Law?"

He said seriously, "Listen carefully. I don't care about laws or ancient doctrines. I only care about the outcome and cost of war."

"Using whatever means necessary, there's nothing wrong with that."

"My mission is to kill aliens and heretics. Now that aliens are among the nobles and in the ancient hive guilds, we must capture them, bring them out, and everything will be over."

"So forget about the Imperial Laws that were already in place before the Great Rift opened!"

As Taylor spoke, the sun gradually set, and the night sky outside the window perfectly displayed the purple nebula composed of the expanding Eye of Terror after the Great Rift opened.

It was like a huge, malevolent eye, watching everything from the perspective of the gods.

People with weak willpower will go crazy just by looking at it, so much so that there are even rules on the Vigilance Star that prohibit raising your head or opening the curtains at night.

This is the current state of the empire, a night shrouded in the most terrifying terror in ten thousand years.

At this moment, the cultist girl reflected on her thoughts.

At the same time, Taylor said, "Good, night has come, and the planetary guards who are on duty have just finished their meal and are drowsy."

"Then let the soldiers here see the methods of the Empire's elite!"

(End of this chapter)

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