"We, we also have value!"
"Lord, we can also offer sacrifices to the great Khorne!"
"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
"That's right, we've always revered Khorne, but the hateful Em—Pooh, the hateful Corpse Emperor, has obstructed our faith, lord!"
The nobles who could attend this banquet were not fools; seeing the Earl of the Jabba family set an example, the others followed without hesitation.
As for the Emperor?
What Emperor? Sorry, not familiar!
They are now devout followers of Khorne!
"Good, very good, excellent!"
However, these nobles, who were busy kowtowing and begging for mercy, shouting "Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne," were so disturbed by fear that they failed to notice the 'Chaos Space Marine's' voice becoming increasingly deep and chilling.
Krast, who was usually high and mighty, now resembled a pug, kneeling on the ground, shuffling his knees, inching closer, and raising his pig-like face, utterly humble.
"M-lord, we are willing to pledge allegiance to Chaos and believe in the great Khorne!"
Krast's pathetic appearance was exactly like a fawning stray dog, looking eagerly at the other party.
At this moment, all thoughts of self-respect, noble demeanor, Imperial backbone, or the Emperor were completely cast aside.
He only cared about his own life!
"I, I am willing to cooperate with lord and offer my seven hundred and twenty-five factories, and the heads of one hundred and eighty thousand people as sacrifices to the great Khorne!"
"I, I am also willing!"
"I also have seven hundred thousand slaves; all of these can be offered to lord Khorne!"
The remaining nobles shouted hoarsely, fearing that if they were even a step slow, their heads would be moving.
As for the lives they spoke of?
Mere low-level slaves and commoners, no matter how many died, they were just a number; how could they compare to the precious lives of these nobles?
"Since you are all so devout—"
The leading Chaos Space Marine's voice suddenly turned cold as he looked at these fawning nobles who surrendered with extreme speed.
He said indifferently, "Then I shall grant your wishes."
Krast and these nobles had just breathed a sigh of relief, but the next sentence plunged them completely into hell.
"Let you, these devout followers, go and meet—Khorne!"
His voice was extremely cold, even containing a hint of unquenchable, terrifying rage.
"Ah?"
Krast thought he had misheard.
He looked up in a daze, only to meet the augur in the helmet, feeling a terrifying killing intent descend like a mountain!
But in an instant, screams echoed through the banquet hall!
Those 'Chaos Space Marines,' who were already impatient, rushed directly into the dazed crowd of nobles like enraged lions and beasts.
They completely abandoned their bolters.
Using only daggers, they grabbed the terrified, scattered, kneeling, wailing, and crying nobles one by one, slit their throats, let the blood gush out, then tore off their heads, repeating the cycle.
Run?
Where to run?
The banquet hall doors, made of tens of thousands of tons of alloy to prevent outsiders from entering and also capable of blocking sound, were originally designed to allow them to gather here without fear of being discovered, to indulge and release themselves.
But now, this impregnable, resplendent banquet hall had become the nobles' tomb.
Blood soaked the carpet, seeping out when stepped upon. And the precious U.S. wine shattered amidst wails and screams,
spilling onto the ground.
The slaughter continued.
Except for those huddled in the corner, all the nobles present, without exception, were dragged out, their throats slit, heads torn off, and thrown to the ground.
Soon, hundreds of heads were severed by these people, scattered and zero.
The nobles, once high and mighty, became pale heads, staring with hollow eyes filled with disbelief, pain, and resentment.
Krast was intentionally left for last.
"Why? Why? Why?"
Krast was completely terrified, slumped on the ground, looking with a face full of fear at the Chaos Space Marine walking towards him, his mind filled with confusion and questions.
Hadn't they already surrendered?
Didn't these Chaos Space Marines want to use their power to capture this hive city?
Weren't they followers of Khorne?
Why, even after offering millions of heads as sacrifices, could they not be swayed?
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Power boots stepped on the red carpet, squeezing out gurgling blood, accompanied by heavy footsteps, like the tolling of a funeral bell by the God of Death, exploding in Krast's mind!
"No, don't kill me—"
He retreated in fear, wanting to escape, but his legs were already weak and numb, only able to shuffle on the ground, looking like a disgusting worm.
Until one of his legs was broken!
Crack!
"Ah ah ah"
Krast, who had lived in luxury and comfort since birth, had never suffered such torment.
With his leg bone snapped by a single kick, he immediately let out a sharp scream, snot and tears mixing together and flowing down his pig-like face, and even his most prized mind became ran and confused under the intense pain.
"No, don't kill me, I have value! I still have value to you!"
However, the leading Space Marine ignored the screaming Krast, gripped his throat with five fingers, easily lifting him from the ground like a chick, and slowly tightened his grip, squeezing.
Crack!
How powerful was a Space Marine's strength? Even steel could be marked by their fingers, let alone a human skull?
In his pain, Krast clearly felt his life draining away little by little, and this—was undoubtedly the greatest torture!
"Sob—!!!"
Krast struggled and writhed frantically.
At this moment, the leading Space Marine leaned in and said faintly, in a voice only he could hear.
"If you see Khorne when you die, remember to pass on a message for me—just say: Lord Emrys wants him to wash his neck and wait."
"Wuwu!"
Krast's eyes suddenly widened.
He suddenly understood, but—the five fingers gripping his head suddenly tightened, and a head was forcibly crushed, red and white matter flowing from between the fingers.
"Hehehe, Knight-Captain, it's all taken care of!"
Suddenly, a Chaos Space Marine came over, unable to suppress his excitement, and said.
"What about the remaining people? Should we kill them all?"
"What Knight-Captain?!"
The leading 'Chaos Space Marine' was so angry that he slapped him on the head, roaring.
"I've told you hundreds of times, outside, call me lord! If you say it wrong one more time, I'll stab my sword up your ass!"
The Chaos Space Marine who took the slap shrunk his head.
"Yes, yes, yes, lord, I was asking what to do with these maids?"
"Have the Librarium come and erase their memories."
The leading 'Chaos Space Marine' said indifferently.
"No need to kill them. You go and pile up the scattered heads. Damn it, why are you so sloppy? Haven't you seen Khorne followers?"
"Uh," the reprimanded Chaos Space Marine scratched his head.
"But if we let these maids go, wouldn't others know that we aren't a Khorne warband?"
However, this remark completely enraged the leading Chaos Space Marine, who kicked him flying and roared.
"Are you really trying to be a Khorne follower? One more time, and I'll personally twist your head off, believe it or not?!"
"I, I was just afraid of exposure." The kicked Space Marine said with a long face, hastily explaining.
"Didn't Lord say to disguise ourselves as a Khorne Chaos warband and slaughter these parasites?"
"No need to worry."
The leading Chaos Space Marine's mood improved a little, and he snorted coldly.
"If there were no flaws at all, wouldn't we really become a Chaos warband? What Lord wants are 'flaws.' Hurry up, there are still a few places to go tonight, don't waste time dawdling!"
"Yes, Knight-Captain!"
"I'll kill you, how many times have I told you to call me lord when we're working!!!"
"Uh, yes, lord!"
"Remember, arrange the heads nicely, don't let people see at a glance that they're fake, but don't make them too real either, it wouldn't be good if we really attracted attention."
Khorne still didn't know.
This time, he was sitting at home, and a black pot was dropped on his head across the Warp.