Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 229 Conflict, Obstruction

Tiberius, seeing this, had already prepared a countermeasure. He retreated to avoid the attack, but he couldn't keep up. The spear's blade had already slashed deep into his chest armor.

"Stop!" Bastian Grix shouted, and Cassandra Varos, unable to speak, charged forward.

Cassandra Varos and Bastian Grix were caught off guard by what they saw and rushed forward to try and stop the fight from continuing.

But it was too late. When one of the Astartes saw his Chapter Master being attacked, he put his index finger on the trigger and pulled it hard.

boom--

A high-explosive bullet was fired instantly, the muzzle aimed directly at Atal Tavar's head. The moment he made an offensive move, the bullet flew straight toward his head.

As members of the Imperial Guard, and specifically as captains of the Shield Guard, they were created by the Emperor even before Terra was unified.

Over thousands of years, countless battles, large and small, have honed their skills, not to mention the terrifying combat experience they have accumulated.

With just a slight tilt of his head, the bomb grazed past his temple. The red tassel on his head fluttered wildly in the airflow created by the bomb.

“Refusing to carry out the Emperor’s orders, they are already traitors to the Empire. Kill them!” Atal Taivar, seeing this, looked at the few Imperial Guards following behind him and pointed his spear forward.

As the true and only human representatives of the emperor, they feel immense anger towards anyone or anything that offends or refuses their needs.

Because they felt that this was not only a rejection of them, but also a rejection of the great Emperor! In the minds of these corn cobs, they were the Emperor's sole representative in the human empire and an extension of the Emperor's will.

They maintained an indifferent or apathetic attitude towards those living saints who claimed to be divinely inspired and bestow blessings upon others.

Furthermore, they constantly monitored and guarded against these so-called living saints who deified the emperor or used their religious influence to directly interfere in imperial politics.

Based on this, their core idea is whether this living saint aligns with the emperor's current strategy.

If any of the above points are done or shown to cross their red lines, they will personally take action to clean house for the emperor.

If this is true for a living saint, then it is even more true for these Astartes.

As for being so unrestrained in this situation, aren't you afraid that Cassandra Varos and Bastian Grix will report it directly to the Imperial Regent?

That clearly underestimated the arrogance of these Imperial Guards. If it weren't for the Emperor's personal order, these Imperial Guards would have faced Guilliman... Hmph!

I'll give you face and call you Regent!
They won't give you any face; they'll treat you like an accomplice of Horus!

Cassandra Varos stepped forward and blocked Atal Tawar's path, grabbing his waist armor with one hand.

However, he was easily dismissed and had no motivation. After all, the Imperial Guard and the Silent Sisters were comrades who had gone through thick and thin together.

But even this casual wave of the hand sent Cassandra Varos flying backward, landing flat on the armor plate and tumbling several times.

As for Bastian Grixx, the chapter commander of the Riftburg main battle chapter, he was in a rather unfortunate situation. Just as he was about to step forward to stop them, a guard from behind kicked him away.

The Astartes and the Silent Sisters of the Rift Fortress main battle group who followed behind were initially looking at each other in bewilderment, but now, seeing this scene, they stepped forward without hesitation to try to stop these few guards.

As for the mortals and the inquisitors and members of the Cult of Mechanics who followed them... they had long since hidden to the side, trembling with fear.

He was especially astonished after seeing the completely different attitudes and behaviors of the Imperial Guard towards Sister Silent and Astartes.

The ordinary auxiliary troops, in particular, were so frightened that they hid beside their political commissars and prayed for the emperor's protection.

As for the political commissar!
The pleading look fell upon the stunned judge!
This is absolutely shocking! The judge is completely stunned and even worried about whether he will survive after this is all over.
But in that moment of anxiety, something suddenly occurred to him. As if grasping at a lifeline, his eyes brightened as he looked around at the several ordinary auxiliary military commissars who were pleading with him. His voice trembled and he stammered, "Go! Go! Quickly search all remaining personnel on this ship! Aside from the aliens, bring anyone who matches the target person immediately. Remember! They must be unharmed!" "Yes, sir!"

The mortals who followed didn't care about anything else and immediately split into their own combat groups. Led by their captains, they scattered in all directions, trying to find the so-called target.

But they were merely a group of mortal auxiliary soldiers, precisely because of their location and the nature of their battle group.

Their equipment was exceptionally sophisticated, but this still couldn't make all the ordinary soldiers aware of the mission's purpose.

Even some political commissars only vaguely heard what they were looking for. Among these mortals, only the judges were qualified to know exactly what this mission was.

He should have kept quiet and not said anything, but given the current situation, he had no choice but to speak up.

All hope can be placed on that unknown adult.

If they can find them and bring them over, then this sudden change can end the lives of these mortals.

If they can't find them, then they can only hope that the emperor will take them in!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang——

Countless explosive shells surged toward the Imperial Guards, hindering their attempt to kill their own commander.

The Silent Sisters and Astartes of the Rift Fortress main battle group had long since abandoned all their offensive capabilities.

Then, bare-handed, they directly attacked others, sometimes even a dozen or so men would rush forward and hold the legs of the Imperial Guards tightly, trying to stop them from moving.

We are all serving the emperor, so it's really unreasonable for us to fight each other like this.

Cassandra Varos gasped, wiping away the blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Even a casual blow from the Imperial Guard had nearly broken some of her ribs, causing her considerable injury.

He glanced at Bastian Grix, who was also staggering to his feet. Grix had already thrown his helmet aside, and blood was flowing from his mouth.

"Quick! We must stop them!" He said to Cassandra Varos, holding his breath, then took a deep breath and rushed forward to join the line of people trying to stop them.

Tiberius's armor was now riddled with holes, and blood seeped out from the gaps and cracks in the armor.

Blood was already flowing from the corners of his mouth and nostrils!

They had only been fighting for a few seconds, and they were already in such a sorry state. And this was despite the fact that these few Imperial Guards were being held back by the Silent Sisters and the Rift Fortress main battle group.

呲——

A golden beam of light suddenly struck, and upon seeing this, Tiberos felt death approaching. It was the disintegrating beam inherent in the surface of the relic's spear.

At that speed, a soldier of Statter's caliber couldn't dodge it. Fortunately, Sister Silent and the brothers of the Riftlord intervened, causing the attack to miss.

After feeling the remote control in his hand, he prepared to continue leading these people into the warship.

"Hey everyone! You're really getting into a heated match, aren't you?"

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(End of this chapter)