The attack came so suddenly, and thanks to the desperate resistance of the Planetary Defense Force, most people were able to hide in the safety of underground bomb shelters.
The few people who remained on the ground either hid or set up roadblocks at the end of the streets, preparing to defend their homes with guns, iron rods, tools and a limited number of small arms.
As for why this is the case, few people can explain clearly.
No one expected that just when the squadron sent by Huron was fighting with the Ascetic battle group in the Naisen system, two small cruisers came straight to Naisen IV. For the expedition, Soshyan
It has drained almost all the defense power of Neisen No. 4's homeland.
The people who came to sneak attack on Naisen No. 4 were none other than an enemy that Soshyan never expected - the renegade Soul Drinkers, who now call themselves the Phantom Warriors.
The airport was the first to fall. Under the attack of more than a hundred capable veterans, the airport could not do much except have time to activate the pitiful defensive firepower.
When the Phantom Warriors land, those who hold on to the ground are the first to die.
After tentatively attacking the monastery fortress of the Astral Knights and discovering that there were two squads of Ascetics stationed inside, as well as a large number of Chapter Auxiliary Queens and a Knight Titan, Sarpedon immediately gave up decisively.
Unrealistic goals.
He turned his attention to the nearby Soames Hive.
The bodies of the deceased were thrown into the pit,
The servitor excavation team pulled up the entire street, digging larger and larger holes to pile up the bodies.
Floating servo skulls and the Phantom Warrior's own helmet record the carnage and archive it for later use.
The Master of the Noble House of Soames never leaves his desk.
Dawn, how faint it seems in this world, only has one hour left.
With the arrival of the attacker, he intends to get some answers in one way or another - at least today he will not die in ignorance.
A faculty member hurried into the conference room, his trembling hands clutching a typed report, his robe swishing on the dusty floor.
No servants were left on the grounds to sweep away the ruins.
"The students basically hid in a safe place, and the voice communication... there was no reason to listen to it anymore, there was just screaming."
The dean nodded.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"But...the support from the Ascetic Chapter has not arrived yet."
The old man shook his head.
"Even if everything isn't going to be okay, at least we can face it with dignity... I thought I heard gunshots down there."
The teacher goes to the table.
"I...I heard it too, where are the guards?"
The dean sat down and raised his finger.
"I sent them to the nearest shelter a few hours ago, although it seemed likely that they were staying, simply out of an admirably stupid desire to do their duty, perhaps elsewhere in the academy.
They sacrificed their lives and delayed this meeting for a few seconds, but I hope it wasn't them, that would be such a waste."
The teacher glanced at him.
"As you said, Dean."
"Sir, please stand up straight. We almost have a visitor."
As the door was pushed open violently, a group of giants wearing purple armor walked into the office, their armor still stained with blood.
Sarpedon led them in, but when the mortals present saw his mutated limbs, their eyelids couldn't help but flicker.
As soon as the fallen think tank came in, he immediately threw a dark green helmet on the desk, and it split the wood directly.
"This table is a cultural relic with thousands of years of history."
The old man spoke with admirable calm, his hands not even shaking as he leaned back in his chair.
Sarpedon immediately admired him - but this did not affect the Chapter's actions at all.
"this--"
The teacher glanced at the table.
"Is this the helmet of a Space Marine belonging to the Ascetic Chapter?"
"you guessed right."
Sarpedon said with a smile.
"These ignorant guys came to interfere with our plans for the world. This was the last mistake they made."
The mutated think tank turned around and walked around the office, looking at the city extending in all directions from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Finally, he looked back at the dean, with neither regret nor malicious impulse - that was a picture
The cold, empty face betrays nothing of the wearer's thoughts.
The dean sat up straighter and cleared his throat.
"I am Arthur Amos Noivas, the current headmaster of the Noble Academy in Soames Hive."
Sarpedon tilted his head.
"Dean Novas."
He wasn't going to beat around the bush this time.
"Do you know who we are and why we are here?"
After Sarpedon finished speaking, he looked back at the city and listened to the beautiful music of the two people's heartbeats.
As time passed, both heartbeats sped up, the humid drum beat faster and faster, and the fearful smell of salty sweat began to reach his senses.
Human beings always smell the most sour smell when they are afraid.
"I'm here to collect a debt."
Sarpedon said meaningfully.
"We also once served the false Golden Throne, but the empire just wants to forget us and all those who have shed blood for it."
After speaking, he turned to face the dean.
"That includes you."
The dean looked at them in turn and noticed that they were decorated with trophies made of skulls and ornate weapons.
"Then what's your name?"
The dean asked calmly, his voice not being strangled due to the tightness in his throat.
"Sarpedon."
The mutated warrior roared in response.
"I am the Reaper of Souls, the Lord of Soul Drinkers."
"And what do you wish to do here, Sarpedon."
"I want to take this debt away from a thief. I want to drag him into boundless fear and make him realize that he should never rest easy."
"You mean Lord Soshyan?"
Sarpedon nodded, his broken armor humming.
"He is your pride, right?"
The dean forced out a smile. He originally wanted to mock the other person, but in the end the smile just turned into a stiff expression.
"He is our pride. He is one of the bravest warriors under the Emperor. He will also destroy countless heretics in the name of the Emperor. Maybe you have been defeated by him, because I can feel your excitement when you hear his name.
That fear."
"Shut up!"
Sarpedon breathed slowly, carefully considering his next words.
"I will make him regret it, and I will make sure of it... Now, let me ask you, the Astral Knights have been recruiting troops here, right?"
"Yes of course."
"The best boys on the planet are here."
"Not at all."
"Don't lie to me. When you lie, your body will betray you with a thousand subtle signals. What are you trying to hide?"
The dean remained silent.
"Bring all the boys to me, now."
But the dean
He did not move. This attitude made the surrounding Chaos Space Marines want to kill him.
Just when Sarpedon was about to lose his patience, the old man suddenly asked.