As the only energy source of the 40th Millennium Empire, the promethium industry can produce a series of by-products, thanks to the Mechanicum's magical carbon chain reorganization technology and other incomprehensible cracking and addition polymerization reaction technologies. In the purification of promethium
During the process, a series of by-products including medicines, food, plastics, fuels, adhesives, functional polymer materials, etc. can be produced. Foods include anhydrous lactose bars, protein nutrition bars, nutritional pastes, and hydrolyzed protein.
The liquid also contained corpse starch, so when several promethium crude factories in the hive were attacked, the ruler immediately ordered the transfer of all promethium and reduced the power supply.
Then, at some point, all the food disappeared from the stores.
At this time, the ruler of the hive capital suddenly ordered a census of the residents' rations. Everyone thought that they were going to distribute relief, and they were very enthusiastic, and even deliberately lowered the rations.
One day, a winding train of chariots appeared in the lower hive, trudging forward on the waste and rust piles. They were the planetary guards and the protectors of the hive.
No one knows what their intentions were in the first place, but the base was filled with suspicion and paranoia, as well as resentment toward the higher-ups, so by the time the first shots were fired, things began to spiral out of control.
The Guards had no idea who was responsible for the gunfire, they had no idea of motives or goals, their role was essentially simple, and the key was that their reasoning was very "fastidious": resistance meant guilt.
Then there was a massacre.
Blood flowed in the streets of Lower Hive and parts of Middle Hive, and even as its inhabitants begged the Emperor for mercy, wept His name as they died, and screamed prayers as their families burned to death - the carnage continued.
Continue, and do so in the name of the same god the victim is calling for help.
Only then did some people understand the truth.
The ruler of the hive city issued a terrible order. Anyone who has no food rations, or basically no food rations, is regarded as a traitor and heretic. Their existence means threat and rebellion. The guards are here to kill "those without food" in advance.
"And eliminate all unstable factors.
This is a "preventive measure" aimed at wiping out or weakening possible unrest in advance, and is also known as a stay-of-home order.
Then the situation completely collapsed. Some people tried to escape, but the managers cut off all power. Others believed in the so-called safe passage and tried to leave from there with all their belongings. But just like what Talos and the others saw before
That way, the safe passage was just a sham, and once the Hive Guard massacred most of the people and looted the last bits of value, they blew up all roads and traffic, leaving hundreds of millions of people to die in the dark.
And that's not all. In order to cooperate with this "prevention" plan, the Legal Department of the hive city even used their poison gas reserves and poured a large amount of nerve gas into the drainage system of the lower hive, not intending to give the "suspected rioters" any chance of survival.
Chance.
"How dare they!!"
Soshyan punched the wall, making a loud noise, and then the door opened, and Veronica in a gray professional dress hurried in.
"Hmm? There's such a big movement, what happened?"
She came to Soshyan's side and put her hands on his arms.
"So angry?"
Soshyan took a deep breath and shook his head.
"nothing."
Then he turned back to his chair and looked at Talos.
"And after that?"
"I went to meet those people."
The throne hall of the hive ruler is located at the top of the hive tower. Crystal walls inlaid in polished alloy frames surround an open space in the middle. A shallow step leads from the foot of the throne. Each step is made of a piece of dark wood.
Carved, a seamless carpet of pelts from a thousand precious animals spreads from the throne and extends into the open space below.
Slender ivory columns rise from the black glass floor. Each column is inlaid with gems. The bright light is like a frozen explosion. Beyond the transparent walls, the clouds extend to the sun sliding out from the horizon.
A crown of cumulus clouds rises above a sea of soft white, folded in purples and oranges.
At the top of the sky, the stars twinkled in the darkness, and the spiers of other nest towers in the distance rose from the clouds, like diamond fragments set on marshmallows, which was so beautiful.
The Spire Throne is undoubtedly something that many people dream of. Almost all power groups are looking at this seat and the power it represents with hungry eyes, but the person who dominates this power is not on his throne.
, but stood at the foot of the throne steps, carefully watching the giant that appeared in front of him.
He didn't know why the other party came, maybe he was just passing by, but his sincere and even humble communication requests received no response.
According to the security department, the other party's Thunder Eagle directly entered the blocked lower nest. Just when he was hesitating whether to send someone to find it, the other party took the initiative to come to the door.
King Kefen 31 knew that there were many Astartes fighting groups active in the Maelstrom, but the emblem on them was special. They were Astral Knights, which meant that they were the supreme commander of the expeditionary force, Sou.
Shiyan Alexei's direct subordinates are the group of space warriors that the Maelstrom cannot offend the most. They can decide the life and death of most people, including the ruling class.
Even when the other party was preparing to arrive, he considered whether his etiquette should be the Eagle's Ceremony or the Kneeling Ceremony - the former was more ceremonial but could not reflect his awe, and the latter was too humble.
However, when the opponent appeared with a strong sense of oppression, he knelt down without thinking.
And he kept reminding himself in his mind that no matter whether the other party came to drain the wealth of the hive nobles, or to see the violence condensed by dissatisfaction among the chaotic masses, no matter whether he could do it or not, the other party's request could not be rejected.
Facing the giant towering in front of him, the aloof ruler couldn't help but shudder, his mouth twisted as if he had just bitten a rotten fruit, and his plump body kept trembling like a rat taken out of a cave by a cat.
"Praise. Praise the God Emperor! Praise His messenger! Praise the expeditionary force!"
Released his teeth, the ruler of the hive capital sang loudly, and the other nobles and bureaucrats kneeling on the ground also followed suit. The voices of hundreds of people echoed in the splendid hall.
Talos looked at him, then turned to look at the tables covered with white tablecloths on both sides, the exquisite and luxurious food and a bottle of wine that could buy thousands of lives, and suddenly smiled.
"Get up, I hope our uninvited arrival won't cause you any trouble."
Talos's voice was gentle, and Kefen Thirty-I took a deep breath. He felt that he had passed the first hurdle.
Then he slowly stood up, but still bent slightly, trying to appear humble. He held his hands in front of his chest.
"How could it be possible? Your presence makes us extremely honored! This is the favor of the Emperor!"
The planetary bishop also intoned:
"If you carry out the emperor's will, my emperor will bless you."
Facing the bishop's rambling prayers of praise, Talos just smiled and ignored him. His eyes were always looking at the ruler of the hive.