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This means that these people have been corrupted by chaos and have become cultists.
Hearing this slogan at this moment, just as Khorne's fleet was about to invade, almost screamed, and it snapped the last nerve of the police.
Chapter 127 Don't let anger cloud your judgment
The police began firing their laser guns wildly, aiming them at the crowd on the other side.
Bombs were continuously fired, wiping out large numbers of people.
To be honest, when the phrase "blood sacrifice to the blood god's skull offering to the skull seat" was uttered, some people had already realized what was happening, and some workers had already realized that they had been used.
But even if they realize it, what then? Most people haven't even realized it yet, and the magic of chaos has already taken effect.
Even within the purifier's range, chaos magic can still take effect.
After all, these ordinary people haven't awakened their psychic powers yet.
To combat the corruption of chaos, you must possess psionic power.
Under the shroud of chaotic magic, even those who had regained their senses were instantly enveloped by this magic and plunged back into madness.
"A blood sacrifice to the Blood God's skull, offered as a skull-seat!"
"Kill them all for the Blood God!"
The riot police's lines of defense began to crumble under the onslaught of the mob.
The workers, bewitched by the chaotic magic, had bloodshot eyes, their muscles bulging unnaturally, and blasphemous runes emerging from beneath their skin.
They were no longer afraid of bullets; some even caught incoming bullets with their bare hands and charged at the police amidst manic laughter.
"For the Blood God! Skulls! More skulls!"
A Khorne follower brandished a rusty chainsaw axe; his body was twisted and deformed, his spine protruding like a blade.
He charged into the police ranks, his axe blade tearing through the finely crafted armor, spraying blood and entrails onto the steel floor of the hive city.
Desperate cries filled the police communication channels:
"Requesting backup! Repeat, requesting backup! We can't stop them! These aren't ordinary people, they—ah!!!"
The communication abruptly ended with a sound of flesh being torn apart.
Meanwhile, at the heart of the riot, the Tzeentch cultist stood on high ground, his robes billowing without wind, his eyes flashing with blue, malevolent fire.
He chanted incantations in a low voice, his fingers drawing strange symbols in the air.
"Very good...very good...let the anger burn even brighter..."
As he spoke, the lights of the hive began to flicker, and distorted forms emerged from the shadows.
The bodies of the workers, thoroughly corrupted by the chaotic energy, began to disintegrate, their flesh and blood reforming into terrifying chaotic eggs.
Their skin peels away, revealing writhing muscles, their limbs twist into sharp bone blades, and they emit inhuman howls.
"No! No! This is not what we want!"
A few workers who still retained their senses retreated in fear, but it was too late.
The Chaos Egg lunged at them, its claws tearing flesh and blood, turning its former companions into new sacrifices.
The riots originated from the Chaos Cult and occurred on the planet before the World Eaters' fleet arrived.
More than 60 cult members stormed into a residential area and attacked the local police station, killing all 1000 police officers inside!
Even though these police officers were dressed in sophisticated armor and carried newly manufactured machine guns with immense power, they still couldn't stop such a large army of cult members.
The Khorne followers mixed among them took the lead and continued to attack other places.
The cultists have achieved a temporary victory, but this is not an ordinary imperial world, nor is it an ordinary imperial stronghold.
Moreover, their rebellion was ultimately just a small one, hardly a significant disturbance. Compared to a planet with hundreds of billions of inhabitants, 60 people was an incredibly small population.
This is the 108th world of the Misty Starfield, and its supreme ruler is Zhou Qing. This is an unofficial world created by Zhou Qing, and they will never give up any piece of land.
Moreover, it was just a small-scale rebellion.
The news of the fall of this residential area, along with the capture of the police station, was simultaneously sent to the planetary governor.
Ignatius Dorn looked at the holographic communication sent back by his subordinates, and his face was extremely ugly.
As the planetary governor, how could he not be aware of the differences between his world and the other worlds of the Empire?
It's just that the time has been increased to 16 hours, isn't it?
How much better is this than in other imperial worlds?
How dare they do this? How dare they? Don't even mention their 16-hour workdays, look at how long this planetary governor works!
Normally, in the middle of the night, other planetary governors and officials would already be resting, but look at him...
Since receiving news of the arrival of the Devourer Legion, his work hours have been changed to 23 hours a day.
He set an example by changing his working hours to 23 hours a day and never stopped dealing with various political affairs on the planet.
As the planet's governor, he was really angry. He didn't know what he was angry about, but he was really angry.
He could understand that the people below wanted time to rest, and he could understand their dissatisfaction with the changes in the current situation.
He can understand everything. If they are dissatisfied, why don't they come and talk to him directly?
Why not find a representative?
Under Zhou Qing's governance, each planet has parallel government agencies that can form unions and submit opinions to the highest-ranking planetary governor.
The planetary governor has an obligation and a duty to meet with and speak with these citizen-elected representatives.
Therefore, the planetary governor, who had been trained by Zhou Qing, understood this point deeply. So since he took office, he had talked with the people at the grassroots level about some issues more than once, and he had done a good job of answering and resolving those issues.
He couldn't understand why he had gone to such lengths. As the planetary governor of the empire, he was willing to negotiate with the common people and try to understand them.
But why were they so easily swayed by the cultists this time, without even bothering to negotiate?
Wasn't the Grand Marshal good enough to them?
Wasn't he good enough to them? Could they live such a good life in the other parts of the Empire?
There is no betrayal so small that it can be forgiven, and no sacrifice so great that it can be unacceptable!
These people must pay the price; this is the consequence of their betrayal!
He will not affect other residential areas or other citizens, but their families must pay the price for their rebellion!
Anger began to take over Ignatius Dorn's mind!
The long hours of work had already exhausted him, so how could he not be angry upon hearing such news?
Just as he was beginning to burn with rage, a large, cold hand landed on his shoulder.
It's Deus Krieg.
"Ignatius, calm down!"
"These people have simply been misled by the cultists of Chaos. Ultimately, this matter stems from a problem with our policies. They haven't experienced the days the Empire once had for far too long."
"Our government officials failed to properly explain the reasons and fundamentals of this policy, which allowed those Chaos cultists to exploit it. We need to reflect on this matter."
"The most urgent task is not to think about how to punish these people, but to suppress this cultist unrest and mobilize the forces. I will send a force of 1000 Space Marines from Dalian to assist you."
"Suppress it! Suppress this small rebellion. We'll consider the rest tomorrow!"
Chapter 128 Successfully Resuppressed the Rebellion
Under Deus Krieg's guidance, Ignatius Don gradually regained some composure.
He is the planetary governor, a planetary governor trained by Zhou Qing.
He calmly reassured himself, and gradually regained his former composure.
"You're right, let's suppress this rebellion first. You send out a Dalian, but I don't think one regiment is enough. We'll send 30 regiments!"
"I know this is not their intention; they are just being misled by chaos."
But we must also show them the consequences of betrayal, and they must see the power of our planet, a power that their actions cannot change.
This time, Deus Krieg did not refute the planetary governor's words; he nodded in agreement.
Force is necessary; otherwise, what if the Chaos cultists exploit the people of the hive?
An order was issued and the PDF troops began to move. The 140th to 170th regiments of the Nielrus PDF, a total of 30 regiments, were mobilized. They were equipped with weapons that were previously only available to the Imperial Star Force.
Thirty PDF heavy infantry regiments completed their assembly within three hours. These were no longer planetary defense forces in the traditional sense.
They were equipped with sophisticated power armor, wielded state-of-the-art laser rifles, and were backed by the roaring Leman Rustank swarms and Manticore self-propelled artillery. Each regiment was equipped with six Venomblade tanks.
"In the name of the Emperor! In the name of the Grand Marshal! For the glorious destiny of humanity, purification begins!"
With a command from the commander, the first wave of heavy armored troops rolled over the barricades erected by the mob.
Lemanrus's main cannon spewed out destructive flames, turning the buildings corrupted by chaos, along with the traitors inside, to ashes.
Every time the Poison Blade fires, it blasts anything that looks like cover into ruins, and the traitors inside are instantly transformed by flames.
"Target identified! Eliminate mutants first!"
PDF soldiers formed a tight fire net, and amidst the roar of explosive guns, mobs with blasphemous runes appearing on their skin fell in droves.
But even more terrifying is the chaotic egg that leaps out of the shadows.
These twisted creatures tore through the vanguard's defenses at an astonishing speed.
"Damn it! A large mutant has appeared at the 3 o'clock position! Requesting assistance—"
The communication was suddenly interrupted by a piercing shriek.
The Tzeentch cultist was suspended in mid-air, his body disintegrating and reassembling, with eight octopus-like tentacles extending from his back, each covered with writhing eyes.
"Foolish ants...do you think...you can defy fate..."
His voice became hundreds of overlapping echoes, and a dozen PDF soldiers suddenly clutched their heads and screamed in agony, blue flames spitting out from their seven orifices.
At this critical moment
"For the Grand Marshal!"