The attack came so suddenly, and when the first scream sounded from the orbit, all attempts at redemption were too late.
The regent looked down at the flames, wondering how metal could burn.
He knew that the building itself would not catch fire, but there would be combustible materials inside.
Still, it was eerie to watch smoke and flames pouring out of the cracks in the wall surrounding him.
The wind could not carry away all the smoke, and a large amount of smoke clouds blocked the sky around the observation tower, allowing him to only see the nearest buildings.
"Do we know how much of the city is burning?"
he asked the guard at the table.
"Information received so far shows that we have reminded the vast majority of people to go to their shelters."
"very good."
The regent nodded.
"very good."
It's worth it anyway, if the attackers are here to kill them, hiding in an underground shelter is no better than being herded together like cattle and slaughtered.
But this can reduce the chaos on the streets, and to some extent things are progressing.
"Level 1 precautionary list, my lord."
Another guard said. He was wearing the same normal uniform as the former one, and he had a data pad in his gloves.
The regent glanced at the data board and saw that the green lights of all shelters had been locked.
"Very good. If the predators have made a condition, I hope they will inform me the moment those words come out of their mouths. Where is the bishop?"
Before the twelve guards present could respond, the bishop walked in.
"Sir, the barn to the west is on fire."
The regent closed his eyes and said nothing.
"Rand landed in the West End and began unloading heretics, monsters, machines and... god knows what else. They even started digging huge pits to drop the bodies of our people into."
"Have we sent messages to other settlements?"
The bishop nodded.
"The warning news from Breathing City and Sanctuary City has just come."
He paused and looked at the domed glass wall of the tower with bloodshot eyes.
"Two cities won't have a better chance of defense than we do."
The regent sighed.
"Where are the defense forces?"
"Some are gathering, others are heading to the shelter where their families are, and the watchers are organizing an evacuation to the shelter. Do we want them to evacuate their posts?"
"Not yet, send a message to the streets. After the shelter is locked, the guards and troops will all gather at the designated fortress. We will fight back."
He looked at the two guards and cleared his throat.
"Keeping this in mind, could you give me a weapon, young man?"
The guard blinked.
"My...sir?"
"That's a nice pistol, thank you."
"Do you know how to fire a weapon, my lord?"
The regent forced a smile.
"I know, now, Bishop, I need you to go to...Bishop?"
The bishop raised his trembling hand and pointed it over the regent's shoulder.
Everyone in the room turned and saw a huge vulture emerging from the smoke.
The dome that could have blocked all sounds now emits a huge amount of echo toward the thickened glass with a flashing brown halo from the gunship's engine.
They watched it climb, like a winged ghost in the mist, until it hovered over the top, the fire washing like water across the surface of the dome, which was beautiful from below.
Then, the shocked regent watched as the gunboat's beak opened, forming a slope in the air, and two figures descended from the sky.
The golden light in the hand of one of them struck a point with a brutal attack, shattering the glass of the dome.
In the blink of an eye, the giant metal boot smashed a crack in the dome when it landed. The upper glass revealed lightning-like cracks, and razor-like diamonds were instantly scattered in the center of the room.
With the roar of the gunship's engine, the transparent barrier can no longer keep the room quiet.
The two people who jumped down fell for more than twenty meters before landing, and the sound of landing made the whole room tremble.
For a moment, they knelt down in the dent they had made. Half-crouching in the crater, they looked a little shorter, and the glass hailed against their armor, which was very pleasant.
Then they got up.
One person is carrying an oversized chain sword, and the other is holding a golden light in his hand.
The two of them walked wildly, like wandering beasts, towards the long table, with every step erupting with the echo of ceramic steel pressing against steel.
The regent's two guards immediately opened fire.
Almost at the same moment, the two armored warriors threw their weapons.
The one who died first had his chest pierced by a sword, and the one who died later had his head smashed into his chest by a chainsword, and the activated saw teeth tore at his flesh.
The shreds of flesh and blood spurted out behind the regent and bishop, and no one dared to touch them.
The regent pursed his lips and watched the two people approaching.
"Why?"
he asked hissingly.
"Why are you here?"
"Wrong question."
Charles answered with a laugh.
"We don't owe you any answers."
Talos told the old man this.
The regent raised his borrowed pistol and looked down the barrel.
The soldiers were still walking towards them, and the bishop beside him crossed his fingers, trying to calm their trembling.
"The Emperor's blessing."
The bishop kept whispering.
"If he could."
Talos could barely contain his laughter.
"He shouldn't have sent you into this world in the first place."
Charles suddenly hesitated.
"brother."
He ignored the old man holding the gun.
"I'm getting a signal from orbit, something's not right."
Talos turned to his brother.
"I heard it too, Satimus, drive the Black to the east corner of the spire, we must return to the void immediately."
"As you command, my lord."
A crisp reply sounded, and a moment later the gunboat began to circle around the outer edge of the dome and opened its hook-like beak like an eagle.
"The Emperor's blessing."
The bishop whispered again and began to tremble.
Talos turned to the mortal.
"Okay, I admit that I was wrong. Under extremely rare circumstances, He did bless you."
As the two Night Lords ran, they quickly recovered their weapons from the dead bodies, grabbed their own bolt guns and fired at the thickened glass.
Their armor crashed through the damaged barrier and disappeared in the smoke.
The Regent watched their silhouettes disappear into the shadows within the gunboat, and could not and could not blink.
"The Emperor's blessing."
The bishop said this for the third time, shocked by the shocking truth of these auspicious words.
Talos in the cabin was holding his head with his hands, the pain now twitching back and forth, squeezing his eyes outwards.
Around him, the First Claws readied their weapons, standing upright and holding onto the handles as the gunship climbed back into the sky.
"What's on the track?"
Ciel asked confused.
"Is it the Imperial Navy?"
Selion asked with some unconfidence.
"No."
Talos suddenly raised his head and said with a hateful voice:
"The Cursed Echo has been ganged up on. It is the evil dog of the Corpse Emperor and the Origin Chapter."