Chapter 287 More Colorful than Blood

The baron died, his body was blasted by the strong heat, except for his head which was in pieces. According to local customs, a complete body is still very important, and he obviously did not deserve this. This is because the baron tricked Alanbair twice.

The first is that the control of this place, documents, stamps and many other things are all controlled by the baron. Now that he is dead, the fortress must be in chaos. The second is that the baron's tragic death will make the owners of other asteroid fortresses, whether they are merchants, nobles, or many other monsters, regard the Imperial Guard as an enemy.

But at the same time, Alanbair could not tolerate such a smart, sensitive, and thoughtful person openly controlling his supply route. Another reason why Alanbair ordered the killing of the baron was that he did not believe that this man, this greedy and selfish man, had no offspring!

If there were, then his DNA could also start the article and help Alanbair stabilize those disgusting things. He lifted his thighs on the long table and gave orders. "Catch anyone who looks elegantly dressed or who might be a descendant or relative of the baron. Kill all the servants and guards. Don't let them reveal information. You can keep a few servants who can reveal information about people, but don't keep them for too long."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the beautiful hall. Now, blood was sliding down along the beautiful marble floor, staining the floor red. The panicked servants fled in all directions, and what awaited them was the ruthless shooting of the Imperial Guard. No one in this palace could survive, because once the Imperial Guard arrived, the fact that the Imperial Guard had seized power would be known to other fortresses, and the Skadi people would be passive in this war.

With the sound of bullets bursting, the massacre of nearly a thousand people in this palace began. The Imperial Guard was not a good person, at least not a traitor. Soon, someone began to tell the whole story, and the servants became less firm in life and death.

Soon, Ailanbaier learned one thing. The baron here was 120 years old and had five children, who served as officers, merchants, pirates, and clerks in the star zone. However, only the fifth child was still underage and ignorant.

This was a good opportunity, great. The soldier quickly stepped over to the room belonging to the baron's heir.

Now, when the young master had exhausted all his energy in his studies and fatigue and finally fell asleep and took a nap, the firing of guns and the screams of servants appeared in his room at the innermost position of the palace.

This small room was exquisite, hidden, and had the best lighting so that it could enjoy the best warmth. The warmth emitted by the huge pseudo-stellar plate on the highest floor of the fortress was only enjoyed by those who lived below.

Another person, by chance or luck, helped him through the difficulties. His heart was beating constantly. He had never seen a dead person, but today he had a good death...

Those soldiers took out cloth and water, washed the badge on the collar of his neck, revealing an almost brand new Imperial Sky Eagle, and the legitimate son just looked at those people in disbelief. "Why, why the Empire, why the Emperor is attacking us?"

His thighs trembled, sore, his feet sank into those disgusting things, but his body was driven forward by fear, by the fear of the Skadi people. He didn't understand why he was attacked, nor why the Emperor treated them like this. In the eyes of this child, those things were too complicated, too complicated!

It was the high-quality gro steak worth a thousand gold or sweet juice, soft bread or dessert from somewhere, but now it was only half-digested vomit sticky matter, mixed with blood, stomach acid and corruption.

They were afraid that their guns or thick arms would hurt this vital child, so one of the few wonders in the history of the Empire was born. A group of battle-hardened Imperial Guards super soldiers followed a crazy and screaming child to play a game of chasing each other in a palace of the level of the planetary governor's mansion.

And the Emperor's chosen people, the great heroes, also walked forward like the stage plays that the legitimate son often watched. Those heretics were timid and dared not approach.

When he thought of those words, his face became not very good, and he was not a bad person, so he explained. "The Emperor is on our side, child. Your father betrayed the Empire half a year ago and plotted a rebellion. Now I have executed him on the spot, and you."

In this palace that has turned into a bloody primeval forest, he knew he couldn't stay. Someone would come to clean it up soon. Hiding wouldn't allow him to survive.

"My Lord, my Lord, save me, save us, we are attacked by heretics!" He yelled hysterically, and those "heretics" who followed him were actually elite Imperial Guards who hadn't wiped off their fake badges...

From the most beautiful marble pattern to his favorite room and his only servant friend being trampled, the child could only boldly stagger forward in this strange and familiar place. His light footsteps almost silently touched the ground. He didn't wear shoes. Just the touch of the cold floor with the soles of his feet wrapped in cloth was unbearable for this spoiled young man.

But when the sound of military boots appeared in the corridor, the young man who had been walking for a while immediately realized that something was wrong. He turned around and opened a place that he would never open normally. It was the utility room in the room, where buckets and mops were placed. At the same time, it was only a few square meters. The desire to survive made him hold his breath and go in.

When everything was quiet, the baron's son used all his strength to push away the maid who was covering him. The poor maid in her prime did not even close her eyes. Her back was blown into a bloody mess by the laser gun, and she died miserably.

But the soldiers did not approach, but instead shouted. "There are still people, fire!" The laser fired, followed by a muffled sound, the sound of running, and the sound of military boots stepping on each other.

The boy's rapid breathing, the smell of blood, and the bright red collar made this warm room feel strange. What happened? What happened to him? What happened to his father?

It was a headshot. The laser gun smashed his head, penetrated it, and finally landed on the wall. The charred pattern on the wall was what blood, brains, and bones vaporized and turned into.

But his random thoughts didn't last long. The soldiers came, with firm and sure steps, getting closer and closer, as if they were hitting his little heart, and his breathing became urgent.

Alan Bair, the Lord of Skadi, is just looking at this dirty kid crawling around with disgust on his face. This guy is too similar to his father, and his father just threatened him. …

What’s behind this absurd, ridiculous, and even cute scene? It is the death of tens of thousands, the change of power, the cruel fate, but also the kind of disaster and sin brought by imperial authority.

Then there was a thump, thump, thump, the sound of military boots leaving urgently, like a devil's breathing, and there were subtle screams, guns being fired, many complicated sounds that he had never heard before.

He was almost silent as this little beast approached his door. Those once-familiar places began to become unfamiliar, and he could only hear the patter of military boots behind the thick and exquisite sandalwood door. A rebellion? Why is it so silent? Where are the soldiers who protect them?

As a child, he had a very strong calmness, which may be based on his father or years of high-quality education. However, he was not favored. His poor aristocratic family liked the survival of the fittest, and the extreme patriarchy also made him His mother was almost the one who gave birth to him.

However, he mustered up the courage to walk through the corridor and reached the corner at the end, where the dried blood stains were. In a blink of an eye, he could smell the strong smell of blood. Then, the wall was burned by something, and the beautiful marble lines were inlaid with blood-red patterns, twisted, Beautiful, at the same time, the body of a guard was slumped against the wall. The bulletproof armor on his chest was smashed, so blood flowed out, and the fatal blow...

When the soldiers got as close as possible, he subconsciously closed his palms and prayed to the great human emperor. He chanted silently in his heart. Soon the emperor answered him. The soldiers left and ran away. He was not sure what happened. What, but when he walked out of the utility room, he saw a bright red trail dragging forward in the corridor.

Was this place originally that big? This thought flashed through his mind. It was also the first time that he felt that his home could be so strange. The faint smell of blood in the air, the faint sound of footsteps like a nightmare. It was also the first time that he discovered other places. Human beings can be so terrifying and nightmare-like.

His fear dissipated, the hero approached, and Alan Bair spoke, speaking the words of the Emperor just as he imagined!

But the Lord of Skadi did speak, and he did say something, but his words made the legitimate son feel cold all over.

The heretics were all frightened at this moment, but it seemed to be different from what the legitimate son had imagined. Only one of the leaders walked out. "Boss, you want us to capture you without hurting you, but it's even harder than dealing with the traitorous Space Marines!"

"It took so long to catch the child. Are you going to eat canned meat or dinner cooked by the Letling boy tonight?"

Many questions were filled with the madness of his favorite decade of death. The young man was completely unable to control it, and then turned into tremors. He walked out of bed tremblingly, like a cub that had just crawled out of its mother's womb. He staggered and fell to the ground, then got up again and again.

There was no lumen ball, it was dark and suffocating. He resisted the messy tools and put his feet into the bucket with sewage. He endured nausea and smelled the rotten old linen smell, and at the same time he was full of worries about his future.

"Second Lieutenant, you've learned how to stand out, haven't you? Then everyone will have a normal dinner, but you will have a canned meal!" Alan Bayer cursed, but added after the Second Lieutenant cried out. "Okay, okay, wipe off the fake emblem on your chest. Do you really want to be a traitor?"

Even if he survives, what can he do if he goes out? Now that he is alone, death may be more of a relief.

Although Alan Bair doesn't like the existence of the Inquisition and the National Church, which can almost be regarded as violent institutions of the empire, he can't deny that he is also a part of it. It's just that he doesn't like to draw his sword on the weak, and for those traitors and heretics, Si Isn't the Kadi a kind of devil?

This absurd race finally ended in the hall. The little boy calmed down when he saw the flowers transformed by his father. They were on the floor. Scarlet flowers, under the light of false stars, looked brighter than blood.

Under such circumstances, the only person who could still give him the so-called maternal love died like this. It was like a piece of something had been taken away from his little heart, but he was very calm, the kind of calmness that he could live without crying or screaming. Creepy.

He just raised his head from the soft bed. Due to the chaos and noise, he was suddenly covered by his maid. The adult's body completely covered his body, but he did not panic. To be precise, it was a kind of sluggishness, because he felt Blood flowed from the body of this woman who usually treated him best, soaking his white clothes.

The child who was still taking a nap was wearing a pure white corset and had not yet put on those luxurious noble clothes. He was in his early 12s and was far from being as independent as his brothers.

But his movements were fast and light. His short and undeveloped body had a natural advantage in infiltration, and his familiarity with the terrain made it easier.

At this moment, Alan Baier just watched this bizarre farce, then patted the wrinkles on his body and led his guards forward. In the eyes of the young man, following his nightmare, the heretics also showed fear.

The legitimate son covered his mouth and subconsciously wanted to vomit. This was a feeling that his servants had never had even when they died, the feeling of torture and killing, and this vomiting was not nausea, but abdominal cramps caused by fear. "Ugh...!"

He could hardly control his running, no longer hiding his figure, his head was already turbid, relying on vague memories to run to the hall, where his father often was, and those Skadi soldiers remembered the lord's command. When they saw this child, they just followed silently.

At this moment, he saw the beautiful saber or great ancient weapon on the waist of the Skadi Lord, and the laurel of the Star of Terra on his chest or the wound left by saving many loyal worlds.

For the first time in his short life, he felt fear and powerlessness. However, when the clicking sound outside the door stopped, he wiped the tears from his eyes, and slipped out through the small crack of the door, paying close attention to the corridor he had walked through time and time again.

But those soldiers were not afraid of Alan Baier's power, but worried that they would be blamed by the lord for their inefficient mission this time.

He knelt on the ground helplessly, panting, and looked at the man sitting opposite his father's corpse, the beautiful imperial emblem on his chest, and the sky eagle on his collar. He made a subconscious judgment.

He took out the article he had searched from the baron's room. It was a complex, beautiful, bright red ancient technology. At this moment, the Lord of Skadi just pressed the pointed side of the article on the boy's delicate skin, blood overflowed, and he covered the front with kraft paper.

That thing left a thick ink, but it was not just a simple ink. The complex patterns had symbols that only the Thinker Array could identify, symbols of power...

He smiled, then looked at this cute little baby, letting him experience what it felt like to be a noble, and then said. "Put him in the room that belongs to him, remember to clean it up, don't mistreat our little official."

In this dark end of the 40th millennium, there is no right or wrong, only victory and death, betrayal and sacrifice...