Chapter 234 04.0233: "On the Edge of Riot"

"Ledos," Horatio called into his helmet's internal communicator. "Burn this disgusting thing."

"Leave it to me."

Wearing the 'Assault Type' heavy power armor, Leidos, who was nearly two meters tall, shouted to his teammates around him: "Burn it!"

The heavily powered armored soldiers walked to the foot of the 'towering' barbecue mountain, raised their flamethrowers, and poured out the wrath of the Empire on this blasphemous object full of the Empire's suffering and sacrifice.

call! ——

The promethium fuel instantly ignited the barbecue mountain. The fat was sizzling in the blazing fire. An even stronger and more exotic aroma floated over the entire square, once again stimulating all the people who smelled it. They became more and more hungry and just wanted to satisfy their appetite.

"We need food! Prices are collapsing, profiteers are hoarding goods, our children are starving to death! We need to survive!"

Seeing the mountain of meat being burned, many hungry people screamed in pain. For a moment, cries were heard everywhere and expressions of despair appeared on their faces.

The few people who were closer rushed forward selflessly, trying to grab a portion of meat that would fill their stomachs before the flames burned down the barbecue mountain.

But they were soon driven back by the black muzzles and heavy stocks of the guns, and the scouts used their hell guns to push away those who were close to the defense line.

"We have already warned you. You now have two choices: be killed, or obey orders and sit down and wait for us to distribute relief food. But I don't recommend you choose the first one." Horatio frowned and shouted majestically to everyone using the loudspeaker array.

After saying that, he raised his hand.

"Aim and stand by! But don't fire."

Horatio shouted to the soldiers, hoping to deter the hungry people who were on the verge of rioting.

The Hell's Vanguards formed a hollow square, raised their guns in unison, and cleared a safe landing area for the first Avis landing craft.

The red-clad marines who rushed out of the landing craft once again reinforced the hollow square formation facing in all directions.

The crowd was still approaching.

Horatio raised the huge Holy Blood Chainsword in his hand, and the high-raised red giant sword was like a fluttering blood-red flag.

As long as he swings his sword, countless lasers will fire at the crowd, and the place will be littered with corpses and wailing.

"Your Excellency, the Inquisitor." Horatio finally turned his head to the exhausted Inquisitor and said:

"Please take the people away, and our navy will clean up the remaining mess.

The Admiralty and the Sisters hope to take this opportunity to restore the Empire's faith fulcrum at the junction of the middle and lower nests of Vegas, and make use of the abandoned churches and oratory squares instead of leaving them to the enemies of the Empire."

"I've asked the most reliable agents to escort them. There are more than 100,000 people in front of us. If they completely lose control, it will not be a trivial matter. My telepathic ability may be able to help you hold on for a while." He panted and said exhaustedly.

In order to suppress the power given to the Carnivore Lord by the evil god, which did not belong to him, he almost exhausted his mental strength. The excessive use of spiritual energy gave him a splitting headache, and an ominous black and purple halo began to flicker at the edge of his vision.

The Inquisitor knew that this was his most vulnerable moment.

Any blow could drag him into the vortex of the warp and shatter him on the other side of the veil.

The Inquisitor ordered his men to take the Meat Lord, who was tied up like a dumpling, onto the Avis landing craft. They would return directly to the Sky Prison, while he himself stayed with Horatio.

The Skyraider Valkyrie Squadron was on high alert all around, and the pilots turned on the radar warning to prevent any remnants hiding in the buildings nearby from using rockets to attack friendly forces maintaining order in the square.

As the crowd surged, the situation began to show signs of getting out of control.

With the complete destruction of Barbecue Mountain, the hungry people turned their attention to this group of naval officers and soldiers.

"You oppressors are taking away our only remaining food!"

"This is too much!"

Although the heart-wrenching and painful curses made people feel uncomfortable, no one was shaken.

The marines put their fingers on the triggers, ready for action.

"Charge! Brothers and sisters! Overthrow these tyrant dogs! We must survive!"

I don’t know who in the crowd shouted, but an out-of-control wave of people began to rush over like a tsunami.

Horatio was ready to turn this place into a sea of ​​blood and corpses. The gun barrels of the fighter planes and transport boats in the sky began to rotate.

A red light appeared on the pilot's control panel, and the rocket nest safety was unlocked.

"Aim and get ready!"

Just when the situation was about to deteriorate rapidly towards an irreversible state, several golden meteors streaked across the sky - they were the Blood Angels' jet packs.

Boom!
A tall and majestic figure stood in front of the naval officers and soldiers.

They all took off their helmets, revealing their holy faces like plaster statues.

"People of the Empire! Calm down!"

Captain Afel, covered in blood, shouted in a resounding voice: "The Empire has not abandoned you. That is why the great Him has sent His angels to your side!"

Perhaps they were moved by the company commander's passionate words, or perhaps they were intimidated by the group of tall and mighty genetically modified warriors.

Under these circumstances, the restless crowd slowly stopped.

Horatio keenly captured every slight change in the complex atmosphere.

He seized the opportunity and shouted to the crowd using his helmet's loudspeaker:

"They are the great and holy Space Marines! The God-Emperor's angels of death who fight for humanity! They are here today because the God-Emperor has seen you! He on the Golden Throne is shining the gospel to you. Don't worry! You won't go hungry today!"

The holy and awe-inspiring giants echoed this rhetoric, causing bustling discussions to resound among the hundreds of thousands of people, replacing the previous desperate and blind roars. The wavering voices of men, women, old and young formed a noisy giant net that enveloped everyone.

Hundreds of thousands of people who were confused and at a loss whispered to each other for a long time, buying precious time for the navy to transport food.

But as the child cried out of hunger, the crowd's emotions became excited again.

"Why should we trust you dog officials! This must be your excuse to delay time and mobilize the black dogs to suppress us!"

"That's right!!! We've heard enough of your Guild Alliance's useless excuses! We will never trust you again today! We will fight you to the death!"

"We are not minions of the Guild Alliance, we are the Imperial Navy! His Holy Navy!" Louise argued excitedly.

But her defense was soon lost in the angry curses of countless people, and the civilians no longer cared about what she was saying.

These poor people in the lower nest have no idea about Space Marines. Maybe some of them have heard of legends, but when physiological hunger overrides reason, all the legends are unimportant.

What's more troublesome is that Horatio has no way to prove, and no time to prove, the difference between the Imperial Navy as an imperial force and the planetary force represented by the Guild Alliance.

These poor people have endured enough beatings under the sticks of the Guild Alliance military and police. They have been fed with blood and tears and no longer believe in any promises from the "officials".

The Guild Alliance, relying on its own strength, has brought the credibility of the entire imperial regime in the Abyss Harbor down to the level of a sewer.

The crowd surged forward again, and this time even the Space Marine Captain was at a loss.

Captain Afiel signaled his combat brothers to prepare for the worst.

"The helper I mentioned earlier, he said he has arrived."

"where?"

"He said he came in a truck."

Horatio immediately turned his head and looked at the truck he had spotted earlier.

"Who is he?"

"I think we should call them the 'opposition party'? We can also call them the 'resistance army', whatever you want. But the image of these people in the hearts of the lower classes may be more useful than the name of the Imperial Navy."

At this time, the loudspeaker on a vehicle in the distance sounded:
"Fellow countrymen! We are the Citizens' Army of Abyssal Port! Please don't get excited, we have brought you freshly baked bread! Please sit down and eat, no one will bleed today!"

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