Chapter 533 The Rise of the Lion King: Betrayal Is Never an Option

The sun shines on the magnificent statue. His face is well-proportioned under the sun, and the magnificent armor sculpture on his body also looks more majestic, tall and immortal under the light. A gun muzzle is sticking out from behind his head.

The stormtrooper holding a sniper rifle sits cross-legged in the gap beside the statue. He wears a helmet and observes the scenery outside the scope through the lens on the surface of the helmet.

The busy streets and bustling shops are scattered all over the pedestrian streets. The entire main road below is even more crowded. A large number of citizens celebrating the festival are walking on the streets. Many flags and banners are surging with the crowd. The crowd moves slowly along the street towards the gate of the palace not far away.

The sky was clear without a single cloud, and there was no smog caused by any factory. Some people said that it was the sanctity of the Angel King who descended on Terra to dispel all the clouds. Some people also rumored that it was the Emperor who sent down divine power to express his blessing to his resurrected offspring.

But the Storm Trooper Observer knew that it was the Mechanicus ships from space that did it. In order to celebrate this unusually strong Emperor Ascension Festival, the Terra government specially transferred from Mars, carrying advanced and huge weather control devices that required warships to transport, to ensure that the sky was clear and the weather was the best on the day of the festival.

They did it. The sky was clear and cloudless. The sunshine that had not been seen for many years made a large number of citizens take to the streets enthusiastically, participate in the parade celebration, and finally go to the Triumphal Square outside the palace to participate in the mass rally, listen to the words of the Primarchs, and make a pilgrimage.

This also makes the security work extremely cumbersome and complicated. Around the palace, there are observation posts, snipers and mobile duty teams everywhere. The sky is also full of airships and guard skulls. They are safe eyes, just like him.

The stormtrooper observed the streets below and the high-rise buildings around through the scope. Another group of guard snipers on the high-rise building below waved to him.

"This is Fox Hunting No. 1. Everything is normal around. No other armed personnel have appeared. Over." "Received, continue to observe." "Understood."

The stormtrooper said, but he was obviously not competent and his observation was not deep enough, because behind him, a sniper with a gun on his back climbed up the shelf behind the statue. She was wearing a tight leather jacket and a mask on her face that was completely connected to the skin-like tactical uniform.

The Vindicare assassin looked at the stormtrooper from a high place, turned around quietly, leaned down with the precision sniper rifle on her back, and quickly ran to the edge of the statue. She stopped at the gap between the armor and her shoulder, took off the sniper rifle on her back, screwed on the silencer and put it in her hand.

She sat cross-legged on the shelf, the muzzle of the sniper rifle just at the edge of the shadow behind the statue. Her eyes were aimed at a car below, and locked on an imperial official who came down the stairs. He was chatting and smiling with his colleagues, not noticing that he had been targeted.

"Ready." The Vindicare female assassin whispered, and the muzzle of the gun did not shake at all because of speaking. Suddenly, a firework rose in the air outside, and it exploded in the air. The official below raised his head and looked at the sky. The stormtrooper, who was also on the statue but had no idea what was about to happen, also raised his head and looked at the firework.

The ribbons flew with the explosion, and one of the petals fluttered with the wind. It fell from the sky, stuck to the face of the statue and slid down. The stormtroopers watched it fall into the crowd and fly forward between pairs of slow steps.

The ribbons fluttered along the ground, and soon rose with a gust of wind. It turned in the air, turned and moved along the high wall to the glass roof of the apartment. On the surface of the glass, it continued to move forward, just like a surfer surfing in the sea.

The sun shone on the glass, reflecting a dazzling light. The ribbons slid down from the edge of the roof under the light, fluttered and held on the marble pillar, then flew out again, spinning and landing on a shoulder under the countless flying flags in the background, and it stopped steadily.

But soon, a hand raised up and sent the ribbon down. Vito slapped it down, leaned back on the chair, adjusted his collar, and then sat on the chair with his legs crossed.

He looked around at the chairs that were arranged in an arc. Many imperial dignitaries and officials were sitting here. Their chairs were marked with nameplates, which were carved on them, showing who should sit in each position.

This also made it very intuitive to see who was not present on the empty chairs. Vito looked at the empty chairs and the familiar names on them. A list emerged in his mind, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Vito followed the vision of the people sitting on the rostrum around him. He looked at Guilliman who was speaking on the podium in front. He stood in the sun, as always, giving a high-spirited and passionate speech to the people below.

His words were very contagious. Vito had to admit that there were constant cheers and shouts outside. Thousands of flags were dancing vaguely in the dazzling sun, accompanied by flying ribbons, pushing the atmosphere of the entire festival to a climax.

Sanguinius was beside him, and the King of Angels spread his wings slowly, and the sun shone from between the feathers, like a gem emitting brilliance. Her presence alone was enough to make the entire festival more exciting. The cheers were loud and the crowd chanted Long Live the Regent, Long Live the Emperor and Long Live the King of Angels.

Conrad is not here, of course, no surprise at all, right? Why do you think he would participate in such a festival? Maybe, he was staying in a less bright place now, quietly watching the gathering below.

Vito sat under a tall banner. On both sides of the double-headed eagle flag, majestic statues stood in the sun, raising their heads like silent sentinels, guarding the gate of the palace, and the high-spirited statues beneath it. Speech by the Regent.

"I have said enough, but today, I am not alone here. Now, let you, our marshal, make a speech."

Guilliman turned sideways as he spoke, and raised his hand to signal to Vito, who looked at him leaning back in his chair, while Eva's voice came from the headphones hanging by his ears.

"The assassin team is ready and ready for action."

After hearing this, Vito stood up. He patted his clothes, tidied them up, and walked to the podium under the shining sunshine. At the same time, the day of judgment began. He smiled at Sanguinius. He nodded and stood on the rostrum with the latter's smile.

Vito stepped onto the rostrum. In front of him, the entire square was filled with crowds. Hundreds of thousands of people cheered for Vito in the square in front of the palace. The flying flags kept dancing back and forth in the sun, in the center of the square. , around the tall monument among the sea of ​​people, some people climbed onto the sculpture and waved flags from high places.

From above his head, several Lightning fighter planes pulling colorful smoke roared past. Their roar swept across the square. The crowd looked back at the flying fighter planes. They quickly pulled up behind the square and pulled up in the air. The symbol of the Imperial Skyhawk was introduced as a tribute to Vitor, Supreme Leader of the Astra Militarum.

The cheers of the crowd reached a climax, and Vito smiled as he looked at the streaks of colorful smoke. In his ears, the sound of gunshots came from the earphones, an extremely precise sniper rifle shot.

No one present knew that at almost the same time, dozens of high-ranking imperial officials died at the same time, the deputy minister of the Ministry of Military Affairs was beaten to death in a car, the cardinal of the state church unexpectedly fell from the top of the church, and the representative of the lord of the Rogue Trader While having dinner with his family at home, he was shot dead along with his wife and children by his cousin who was cooperating with the Inquisition.

During the meeting, the admiral and his henchmen were shot collectively by Callidus assassins disguised as substitute adjutants, while the Grand Inquisitor of the Ministry of Justice was hung on a high wall with a noose around his neck, and the navigator's star language Master Zhe and the Tutor of the Academy of Astrology were killed by the same Chusalis assassin. The foundry chief of the Adeptus Mechanicus stationed in Terra suddenly overloaded his brain program and his brain exploded and died.

The source of all coups, the Executive Chairman of the Ministry of Government, was personally executed by the leader of the assassins, Master Eva. After finding the letter Vito wanted, he was buried in a sea of ​​fire with his whole family in his own mansion, just as she got Command, baptism of fire.

Before dawn, all the cultist strongholds that cooperated with the rebels had been bloodbathed by the Astartes squads, and the Everson Assassins also participated in the operation, staining the dawn, and now the sunshine, with blood.

But no one knew all this. The only thing people could see on his face was a smile. Under the sun, there was a piercing smile. "This is a dark age, an age of deception. You have heard too much about it." The promise of the future, the promise of a prosperous life, the promise of peace. Is what Guilliman just said true? I can't say. In the past ten thousand years, you have seen and heard too many high-sounding things. Too many lies from those in power.”

"However, the empire did not collapse because of those lies, and those vicious rumors did not defeat mankind. Ten thousand years ago, when I stood here, everything was about to collapse, but ten thousand years later, I once again Standing here, looking at you, loyal people

I am not a philosopher, let alone a person as knowledgeable as Guilliman. In fact, I am not much smarter than you. It is you who made me understand that the reason why mankind survives is not relying on Superman, not Relying on powerful divine power, if it were, then I wouldn’t be standing here.”

"Some people chose to betray because they believed in that power. Wealth and power represent everything. They faithfully believed in this and finally made their choice. However, they were wrong. The real power of human beings does not come from where, but, trust

This is a very valuable quality. In these ten thousand years, in this long night, human character will be worn away. Greed, selfishness and arrogance have swallowed up many people. "

As he spoke, he stood on the podium, overlooking the crowd below. The sound of breaking in came from the earphones, followed by the sound of a burst of bolters, and finally a simple summary reply.

"Torpedoes to be found, all targets to be annihilated."

"But you, even if you faced countless deceptions, faced the demonic and monstrous galaxy, you all believed in the people around you. Faced with the temptation, promises and commitments, you chose to believe, believe in what you have always believed in, believe Yourself, your friends, your hands, that’s where the power comes from.”

A sniper rifle sounded, and the official who walked down the stairs was shot in the head. The colleagues behind him panicked, but they were also shot through the head one by one and fell to the ground, leaving blood along the stairs.

"Those who choose to betray have chosen the wrong path. Greed makes them mistake the reflection in the pool for the sun in the sky. They will pay the price for this, and you, the people who are mocked by the betrayers, are standing here in the end."

"I don't want to say too much, and I'm not good at speaking, but you made me understand one thing, and I hope you can understand this too."

As he spoke, Eisenstein walked to the last cultist. He lay on the ground, looking at the tall Astartes in front of him in horror. He raised the battle axe in his hand and aimed it at the cultist on the ground, screaming.

Vito smiled, his palms on the table, "Trust will always be rewarded, and betrayal is never a good choice, because the new era will abandon those people, and now, for you, welcome to this new era, long live the human empire."