The situation deteriorated so fast that as soon as the district governor lay down to sleep, countless bad news and battle reports would fly in front of him. He even couldn't remember how he spent those hundred days.
Now, I may only sleep three or four hours a day. I have done a lot but seem to have done nothing. I can only sleep in the general office.
Sitting in the Governor's Mansion, waiting for one suffocating news after another, the instructions he issued were either too late or simply did not have the strength to execute them. Half of the sector fleet was lost in the first twenty days, and the remaining
They can only huddle in the defense of the Amara system, and the regular army of the sector defense force is of no use at all.
But the more deadly news came from the Dead Angels Chapter, the guardians of Orpheus, and the backbone he once relied on. Gary Bullen contacted them as soon as possible, but there was no response until the reconnaissance fleet was dispatched.
Yi ran back to a ship, and the shocked captain told him a piece of news that was like a bolt from the blue - the home planet of the Revenant Angel Chapter had been destroyed.
On that day, the bells of all the churches on Amalur Prime rang through the sky, a thousand bells, just to mourn the former guardian of Orpheus.
But Galibrun Lang's mood was not only grief, but also deeper despair. If even the Astartes couldn't protect themselves, then who else could protect them?
Even in his short sleep, he would often have the same nightmare. He dreamed that he was attending a weird and terrifying banquet. He was sitting on a cold chair with a long banquet table in front of him.
They were all filled with dusty tableware and completely rotten food, as if they were burial objects in ancient tombs.
Sitting near the banquet table with him were a group of creatures shrouded in shadow. They were motionless, with only their eyes emitting a pale green light, like resurrected ghosts attending a dinner party only for the dead.
Every time at this moment, he tried to shout and scream, but in the dream he could not make a sound. He could only sit blankly on the cold chair, and at the same time, whispers continued to come from his ears——
…pests…listen…
…the mother of forgetfulness comes…death comes…obey…
Then he would wake up from his dream, covered in cold sweat, but his followers would just be in a hurry. After every nightmare, he would pray alone under the emperor's icon. Only faith could prevent his mental collapse.
, but this is far from enough.
What he really needs is a backer, someone who can give him hope...
There was also an era of darkness and turmoil in Orpheus that lasted for a thousand years, so that the main line of the Governor family was cut off in the turmoil. The Lang family, as a side family, took advantage of the succession.
Successfully came to power, but at that time the power of the Lang family was not enough to stabilize the situation.
, the entire Orpheus sector fell into division and civil war, until the saint Marduk and his holy war army came. After paying a heavy price for one-fifth of the population of the sector, and even the saints were martyred, Orps
Puth had just emerged from the dark era of rebellion, and the Lang family had secured its position.
As one who never forgets the past, will this alien invasion be the end of the Lang family? Just like the previous family they replaced...
Will a saint come to save them this time?
Countless doubts and accusations gnawed at his soul like poisonous snakes, making him wither and exhausted.
"Owner?"
Suddenly, a cautious voice sounded outside the office door. Lang En knew that it was his most trusted old servant and the person who had accompanied him since childhood.
"Come in."
After a while, an energetic old man wearing a black butler's uniform and holding a silver dinner plate walked in with small steps, followed by several young and beautiful maids.
"Master, you haven't eaten for nine hours."
As he spoke, he quietly glanced at the exquisite small dining table next to him. There was already a dinner plate there, but the exquisite food inside was almost untouched.
Galibrun just closed his eyes slightly, sighed, and whispered in a gloomy tone:
"I can't eat...Lauren...I can't eat anything..."
"You have to eat something. The whole Orpheus is pointing to you as the backbone. If you collapse, the sector will collapse as well."
As the servant spoke, he winked at the maid behind him. They immediately filed in and quickly cleared away the cold meals on the table. The old servant immediately put down the new plate. After opening the lid, the fragrance immediately spread, and at the same time
The maids also started serving food.
Desserts, soups, steaks... more than twenty kinds of carefully cooked food were placed on the table, but the governor just sat slumped in his chair, not even looking at them.
After the maids left, the old servant picked up the wine flask, filled a cup of red wine, and handed it to the governor with both hands.
"Master...eat some."
Galibrun glanced at him, his eyes dim, and then reached out to take the wine glass.
After a gentle sip, the wine that should have been sweet aftertaste was only left with a bitter taste on the tip of the tongue, but Gary Bullen still drank half of it.
"Sit down and have a drink with me."
"Eh."
The old servant carefully sat down on the chair on the other side of the table, then picked up the wine bottle and helped the governor fill it up, and poured himself a small half cup.
"Have many people left Amara recently?"
Hearing Galibrun's question, the old servant hesitated for a moment. He knew that the governor was referring to family members, and then answered cautiously:
"There are some people..."
Gary Bullen sneered.
"Some? I think there are a lot of them. They all think this place is going to be doomed. There are also many people who persuade me to move the capital, but those stupid pigs have no brains at all. Why can the Lang family remain standing in the dark era of rebellion? That's right.
It’s because we held on to Amala. Leaving here means cutting off the roots of the family. We will immediately be replaced by other families and exterminated! The example of the previous family is there. They escaped from Amala less than thirty years ago.
, they were killed until no one was left..."
After scolding for a while, Gary Bullen vented some of his frustration and seemed to have some appetite. He picked up a piece of toasted golden crispy bread with many gem-like dried fruits embedded in it, and tore it into two pieces.
"You haven't eaten either, so let's eat together."
"Thank you, Master, but... wouldn't it be good for you to eat the whole thing? It's been too long since you..."
"I can't finish eating, so don't be polite."
After taking the bread, the old servant did not move. He only watched Gary Bullen eating it in small bites, then stood up, walked to the desk, and browsed the new messages on the data pad.
Suddenly, the old servant wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and choked:
"Master, you have been working hard all day these days. You only sleep three or four hours a day and only eat so much. How can you be so good after such a long time..."
Hearing this, Galibrun shook his head and sighed:
"Looking at these, who can eat them? Look, those bastards in the Arkantis cluster started to use local unrest as an excuse and were temporarily unable to supply more ordnance. Here in the Caroson Nest, they also said that the local
The number of garrison troops has been overwhelmed, and they need food and money! Ahem——"