Simultaneous Journey: Starting from Holy Terra

Why?

The hoarse voice echoed in the empty entrance to the lower city.

But the people around him paid no attention to Salman's roars and shouts; they numbly turned around and walked deeper into the area.

It's almost time for garbage collection, so if you go too late, you won't find anything good...

Salman, meanwhile, curled up on the ground, clutching his head, his heart filled with immense pain and torment due to the stark contrast between his memories and reality.

In those ever-emerging memories.

The city of Nest is crowded, noisy, and somewhat chaotic.

However, because it is located in the Throne World and is constantly shrouded in the Emperor's divine radiance, there is no trace of chaos manifesting.

So even if life is tough, you can still see a ray of sunshine every morning when you wake up, and when you go out, you only need to be wary of thieves to safely buy a day's worth of food—even if it's just mixed foods and energy bars.

The couple works more than ten hours a day, and then teaches their child to write when they get home, hoping to help him master a skill.

Although it was hard work, it only brought in a meager salary, but it was also a happy and peaceful life.

The greatest fortune and happiness is to live peacefully without war or conflict!

But everything is gone.

Now all that remains are endless high walls, cold and chaotic streets, damp surroundings, and people who are already broken...

"You might need a little bit of help."

A voice sounded behind Salman. He looked up blankly, his eyes already lifeless.

He saw a tall figure.

The man was wearing heavy power armor, and even standing beneath these dark and somber high walls, he radiated a brilliance that defied description.

He was like a source of light, illuminating a path...

"Sir, I... I pose no threat whatsoever. I'll leave immediately, I'll leave immediately..."

Salman suddenly stood up.

He saw the figure clearly, as well as the Space Marine behind him wielding a bomb gun and a power sword!

He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He was unsure whether the other party had heard his words or whether they would convict him because of them.

Even though he was filled with grief, he could only kneel down and desperately beg for mercy, kowtowing and pleading for the other party to let him go.

Just as he was about to kowtow, the tall figure reached out and caught him.

"Although I don't like it, the only person in the entire empire who can make the people kneel down and worship is the Emperor."

A young yet serious voice rang out, and his next words echoed in Saliman's ears, becoming an eternal light in Saliman's heart—

"Apart from the Emperor, even the Primarch is not worthy of your kneeling and kowtowing. All men are created equal, my friend."

"But as you say, people shouldn't be like that."

"Stand up! I need more help. Would you join me in saving this city and bringing new ideas and concepts to humanity?"

Salman was stunned.

He seemed to have heard some blasphemous words, yet those words were also full of power, making him involuntarily want to reach out...

While Salman was still in a daze, the other party reached out his hand first.

Salman instinctively reached out and grabbed it, then was lifted to his feet by the other person.

"Very well, warrior, you are now conscripted. Take your laser gun. I need you to find more people, gather evidence of the lord's crimes, and then lead the suffering people to overthrow this corrupt lord."

"I understand."

Salman swallowed hard; he was terrified, his legs trembling. But the gun in his hand gave him courage.

The other person saw his response and continued forward.

Salman watched the advancing Astartes, then suddenly realized something. He looked up at the tall figure and mustered his courage to ask:

"Sir, how...how should I address you?"

The other person stopped, turned around, and took off his helmet, revealing a gentle smile on his resolute and handsome face.

"Ye Ming, Governor of Terra."

……

"Miss Assassin, how many people are willing to stand with us?"

Ye Ming looked at the planner.

The planner had been looking at Ye Ming with a strange gaze ever since Ye Ming helped the homeless man up.

"I've heard rumors about the Grey Knights. Your existence is no secret to us. Even if the Grey Knights have changed, they shouldn't let anyone who sees you go unnoticed."

"Besides, this is a secret mission, you shouldn't have let him go. You, the Grey Knight, seem a bit strange."

Ye Ming smiled and shook his head upon hearing this, "You also said that we Grey Knights have changed."

"Times have changed, so we should make corresponding changes. We are here to lead them to stand up, not to brutally suppress them. Moreover, he is also a pitiful person, our compatriot, and someone we must protect."

The assassin tilted her head noncommittally and said, "Alright, I don't know what you're thinking. Tell me about our 'allies'."

"There are too many people dissatisfied with the Hermontelli family, and some local bullies also have their complaints about them. As soon as our orders arrived, they immediately decided to join forces with us."

"Moreover, in the deeper underground city, there are some 'resistance forces,' which are actually just mobs, but they have indeed managed to obtain a lot of food through their resistance."

"Similarly, I tried to make contact with them and was fortunate enough not to have been corrupted by the chaos, otherwise you would have had to quell the rebellion first."

"One of their leaders is willing to cooperate with us, and that's the place."

The assassin opened her wristband, and a projection unfolded, displaying a map of the underground city.

She pointed to a location and said, "This is it, an arms workshop."

"The other party is the leader of the craftsmen there. He appears docile on the surface, but in reality, he has been secretly manufacturing extra weapons and has rallied a large number of craftsmen to fight the overseer to the death."

"If they hadn't received our tip, they might have been suppressed by now."

Ye Ming nodded. "Okay, this is indeed a great help. Then we need to act simultaneously."

"What's the plan?" the assassin asked.

Ye Ming said, "It's a very simple plan."

"Miss Assassin, I will take my team to the armory. Once the fighting starts here, I hope you can lead them to charge up in time."

"There's one more thing you need to tell them: I hope those local bullies and rebels won't do anything too extreme, because their actions don't count as resistance or for the civilians. Only by maintaining discipline during the counter-offensive can I secure forgiveness and recognition for them after the war."

Ye Ming repeatedly warned, "This is very important, and I hope that you, Miss Assassin, will not do anything unnecessary. Just tell them everything in detail."

"No problem, Your Excellency."

As the assassin spoke, she put her mask back on and then transformed into a shadow as she headed towards the lower levels of the city.

Ye Ming led his squad quickly toward the armory.

The armory was located on the edge of the noble district of the underground city, but because it was too dirty and noisy, it was placed on the edge of the underground city's slums.

It is now guarded by a ground force that has completely sided with the lord, and this ground force is poorly equipped because it is inside the hive city and therefore does not have very good weapons.

Moreover, because of the suppression of so many riots, some people even killed their own relatives, resulting in low morale and lax military discipline.

When Ye Ming arrived with his team, one of the teams guarding the gate was drinking.

Looking at the group of soldiers who were covered in chaotic and corrupting aura, Ye Ming could only sigh and wave his hand to signal the Limit Warriors to move out.

He was kind, but not weak.

Knowing when to be ruthless and when to be lenient, Ye Ming is better than Killieman at this point!

As the Ultramarines charged forward with their power swords, a massacre began...

Ye Ming himself threw a bomb. As the flash of the bomb illuminated the city, the explosion resounded inside and outside. The first shot of this special "exemplary" event was fired!

What follows will become a nightmare for the High Lords, and at the same time, it will mark the beginning of a transformation in the ideology of the human empire!

Ye Ming did not draw his sword, nor did he wield his powered halberd; he simply walked forward amidst the carnage.

He walked to the steel gate, raised his hand, activated the power system in his right hand, and threw a powerful punch—

"Thump!"

"I fired the first shot in this revolution of human thought!"

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