Simultaneous Journey: Starting from Holy Terra

"They're really fast."

The assassin couldn't see the fireworks above, but her keen hearing allowed her to clearly distinguish the sounds of the explosions.

She looked at the fully equipped gangs and the mixed rebel forces, a look of confusion in her eyes.

How could such a "lump" that can't even be called an army possibly fight against a real Astral Army force?

Not to mention those powered mechs, she herself could easily slaughter them!

These tens of thousands of civilians, armed with iron weapons and outdated flintlock muskets, were the "hope" that the Grey Knight governor spoke of?

What can they bring? Destruction? Chaos? Or are they just there to be used as cannon fodder?

The assassin flipped through the information she had collected. When the mission was handed to her, she went through Ye Ming's resume thoroughly—excluding, of course, information about Ye Ming, the Imperial Guard, and his modification surgery.

Judging from his resume, Ye Ming is a completely different person from most Astartes. He cares more about mortals and the lives of ordinary people.

When he was conducting trials alone, he would always show mercy to mortals who witnessed the demon's true form.

He will stay and teach those who have seen the demon's true form and received the knowledge of corruption how to resist the demon's corruption.

Although most of the time, he was forced to deal with the aftermath of his kindness.

Strangely, the subsequent disasters were always minor, often just unbearable for the individual on the verge of corruption, without affecting others or the local area.

But what does all this have to do with this operation?

The assassin quickly flipped through the documents but found no information in Ye Ming's past that was relevant to the present moment.

She could never understand why Ye Ming did these things.

"Sir, our troops have set off."

The leaders of various gangs and the leaders of the resistance stepped forward. After thinking for a long time, they mustered up their courage to report to the assassin.

There was no way around it; the mere mention of the Assassin's Court was enough to send chills down anyone's spine, let alone the fact that the assassin lady had shown them just how vast the difference in skill truly was.

"Very good. Remember what I said: keep your army in check, and remember why you started this rebellion in the first place."

After giving a warning, the assassin slipped away.

She shouldn't have appeared in public in the first place, but she was ordered by Ye Ming. Now that the mission is complete, she naturally has to hide again.

Upon hearing the assassin's words, the three local gang leaders' eyes gleamed, while only the rebel leader bowed earnestly in the direction the assassin had left.

"We're doing this so that everyone can survive; we will never become a mob!"

The rebel leader spoke softly, then returned to his ranks, strictly disciplining them as they charged in unison toward the upper gate.

The three gang leaders exchanged glances, and, wary of the assassin lurking in the shadows, ordered their men to restrain everyone.

However, the level of discipline they exerted was vastly different from that of the rebel leaders!

Upon witnessing this scene, the assassin hidden in the shadows seemed to understand something in a daze...

……

The external battles are over.

Mortals could not resist the slaughter from Astartes. The power swords were not even at full power; a mere swing was enough to sever the necks of those corrupted Asgardian warriors.

After killing the guards, the Ultramarines collected all the weapons on the ground and took over the entire armory.

When Ye Ming stepped into the armory, all the craftsmen had already gathered.

Cherson is a capable man who can secretly manufacture weapons under heavy guard and rally a group of people who are determined to resist the lord. His abilities are beyond doubt.

So when the foremen around him were hastily retreating, he immediately sensed the change. He decisively grabbed his weapons, gathered all the craftsmen together, and rushed out without thinking twice, wanting to seize the road into the armory first.

Cherson had initially estimated that as long as the enemy didn't use heavy weapons, his side would have no problem resisting.

Even if the enemy uses heavy weapons, they can fight back to the end with the weapons in the armory!

But when he saw the tall figure entering the armory, and the Astartes following behind him, wielding blood-dripping power swords, he despaired!

How can mortals possibly contend with Astartes?

Should we give up?

Cherson looked around at the people around him, and they also saw the figure more than three meters tall in front of them, and those warriors who were more than 1.8 or 2 meters tall and wearing power armor.

Their eyes were filled with fear, but they still gripped their weapons tightly and stood beside Cherson.

They are all staunch supporters of Cherson, comrades-in-arms united by a "spirit of resistance"!

Seeing them, Cherson finally calmed down, bravely stepped forward, and steeled himself to stand in front of Ye Ming.

"Sir, what has happened?"

Ye Ming looked down at Cherson and said, "Cherson, where do you live...?"

Under Cherson's horrified gaze, Ye Ming revealed all his specific information!

Just as Cherson was filled with fear, Ye Ming changed the subject and asked, "Are you willing to join us and once again infuse the spirit of 'struggle' and 'resistance' into the blood and soul of humanity?"

Cherson looked at Ye Ming's outstretched hand and asked blankly, "Sir, do you want us to rebel?"

"...We are all descendants of the Emperor. The Emperor has fought for humanity for thousands of years. No reason or words can justify betraying the Emperor and the Empire."

Ye Ming said, "What we need to do now is to rekindle the passion in people's hearts, to let people be 'human,' to let people become 'human.'"

"You mean, give them a stable life, so they won't be oppressed like this anymore?"

"That's exactly what we need to do."

"Yes, sir, I'll join."

Cherson reached out, and although his hand was smaller than the fingers of Ye Ming's power boxing gloves, he felt an endless power at that moment.

Cherson truly saw a glimmer of hope!

"Very well, gather your men, our uprising begins."

As Ye Ming turned around, a battle broke out at the entrance to the upper level of the underground city.

The deafening shouts of battle and the roar of cannons continued unabated, accompanied by constant screams, causing the craftsmen who followed to emerge to tremble uncontrollably.

They were all just ordinary people who had never been on the battlefield and had never witnessed the death and terror of a real battlefield.

Seeing these trembling craftsmen about to retreat, Chersen was very anxious.

He was afraid that these people might do something that would anger Ye Ming out of fear. He had worked as a police officer and had been to the capital, so he was considered a knowledgeable person.

He knew exactly what kind of "monsters" the Astartes were. These "monsters" loved and protected humans, but they could not tolerate the base and negative emotions in some humans' hearts.

"Everyone, there is no need to panic or be afraid."

Just as Cherson felt fear again, Ye Ming looked at everyone first and said, "Remember the purpose of your initial resistance."

"Whether you're doing it to survive, for your parents, wife, family, friends, or for revenge."

"Please remember this well, for it will be the source of your courage. Remember what you are fighting for; it will give you courage!"

"I will not blame you for running away, nor will I despise your cowardice. If you really can't bear it, it's fine to turn around and leave."

"But please don't let down your comrades, don't disappoint your parents and loved ones. We are here for an uprising, so that everyone can live a more equitable life!"

"If you've figured it out, then raise your weapons and stand shoulder to shoulder with me."