The list Avkar gave them recorded over forty families!
And these families were all 'targets' that Avkar had found by seemingly strolling around, but in reality, secretly deploying miniature reconnaissance robots!
The task he gave Krast was to impersonate a bandit, to act as a Chaos Space Marine, and to put on a show where the fake became real!
What?
You're saying nobles are innocent too?
Sorry, the nobles of the Imperium, and Avkar even thought this included himself, very few could be called 'innocent'.
It's just that some nobles, in the face of Chaos, would rather die than surrender, while others would fawn and grovel, displaying utter servility.
The Jabba family was the best evidence.
If they had truly been more resolute, they wouldn't have ended up with their heads removed.
But unfortunately, to shout 'Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne' in front of Krast, one could only say they truly had great courage. For Krast and the others, who had just pledged allegiance and shed the black mark of 'Fallen Angel', the words Chaos and betrayal were the greatest 'taboos'. Whoever mentioned them would die!
"All cleaned up?"
Krast's thoughts returned, and he turned to look at the others.
"Don't worry, Knight-Captain, it's all cleaned up. We guarantee this blame will be pinned on Khorne!" a Space Marine said proudly, shaking his head.
Slap!
Krast raised his hand and slapped him on the helmet, angrily saying, "Horlock, if you're not using your brain, I'll have the Tech-Priest replace it for you. How many times have I told you to call me lord!"
Horlock, who had been slapped again, shrank his neck.
"Yes, lord."
"Very good, have you found the treasury?" Krast asked again.
Their mission this time, besides raiding and exterminating the family, naturally also included plundering, taking all the assets of these greedy nobles.
"Found it, lord." Horlock nodded blankly, but immediately asked, "But lord, there are so many things in the treasury, how do we take them?"
"Who said we're taking them?" Krast glared at him and said lightly, "We are only responsible for exterminating the family. As for the looting, someone else will naturally do it."
"Someone else?"
Horlock scratched his head.
"Could it be Lord Avkar himself?"
That day, in the tavern, they had all witnessed Avkar conjure a large pile of things out of thin air, so they thought of this.
"No."
Krast shook his head.
"I'm not entirely sure either. Lord just said that after the family is exterminated, he will arrange for a specialized person to handle the looting."
"Like those strange mechanical birds?" Horlock immediately thought of the mechanical bird-beasts that had previously helped them, shielding the Jabba family's surveillance and signals, allowing them to infiltrate smoothly.
Those strange alien creations could not only transform but also had some convenient functions, which were indeed excellent.
"Perhaps."
Krast also didn't know the origin of these mechanical creations, but considering Avkar was a Rogue Trader, it wasn't surprising.
Rogue Traders, after all, having some alien technology wasn't very normal, was it?
Suddenly, outside the banquet hall, there were a few muffled knocks, accompanied by a hoarse, mechanical greeting.
"Hello,
I am the one sent by Lord to handle the follow-up work."
He arrived so quickly!
Speak of the devil, and he appears.
Krast was stunned for a few seconds, then gestured with his eyes for the others to stand guard at the door, and told Horlock.
"You open the door, be careful."
Rumble.
After the door opened, a shadow walked into the banquet hall.
Under the bright crystal lamps, Krast and the others' pupils constricted slightly, and they all showed a vigilant posture, unconsciously revealing a hint of disgust.
It was actually a completely mechanical, extremely precise humanoid creature, with a face very similar to a human's, and one could even see changes in its expression.
It was wearing a tuxedo, a hat, and holding a cane, like a noble. It didn't mind the disgusted looks from Krast and the others, naturally took off its hat, and bowed.
"Good evening, everyone. I am the one sent by 'Lord' to handle the aftermath, codenamed—Butler."
Butler?!
Krast suppressed his disgust and said in a low voice.
"Are you... an abomination AI? Or—a Man of Iron?!"
The Butler's appearance and behavior were too similar to a 'Man of Iron', and topics related to 'AI' were strictly forbidden in the Imperium!
"To be precise, my race should be 'Transformer', affiliated with the Autobots."
The Butler smiled and pointed out the window.
"They are also members of us. In your words, perhaps they are xenos? Silicon-based life forms, not the same type as the Man of Iron you understand."
Hearing this, Krast breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew Rogue Traders were very bold, but he absolutely did not want this Lord Avkar to touch the 'Man of Iron' red line!
"There are a lot of things here, how will you move them?" Now that it was confirmed that the other party was not a Man of Iron, Krast naturally cared about how the assigned task would be completed.
"Do you need our help?"
"Thank you for your kindness, Knight-Captain Krast, but for such a small matter, I can handle it myself." The Butler put his hat back on and smiled.
"Please just lead me there, and for the rest—you don't need to worry."
"I'll take you."
Krast was also very curious, so he led the way, wanting to see how this alien would move the treasures accumulated by the Jabba family for a hundred years.
The Jabba family's treasury was located directly above the banquet hall, at the spire, almost fifteen entire floors, all piled with the treasures the Jabba family had plundered from Avakalorn for a hundred years.
This included various precious, ancient Sir-crafted armor, power swords, rare alien artifacts, and even equipment and machinery used to arm armies. Large quantities of military hardware, and so on.
"It's all here. How will you take it away?"
Krast turned to look at the Butler.
"Very simple."
The Butler smiled slightly, and without any visible action from it, the military hardware in the entire warehouse was suddenly enveloped by an energy field, and then all the items were compressed until they formed a cube a few centimeters in diameter.
The Butler pinched the cube, tucked it into its chest, and then looked at the bewildered Krast, smiling.
"As you can see, it's that simple. Just a slight modification of their molecular structure is all it takes."
"Gulp."
Krast swallowed hard. Though he had experienced and seen many alien technologies, this ability of the Transformer to casually compress items and change their original molecular structure was something he had never seen before!
If this ability could be applied in war, it would almost halve the pressure on logistics, and it would not be an exaggeration to say it could determine the outcome of a war!
Soon, the Butler had emptied the entire Jabba family's centuries-old treasures. And not only that, it also conveniently removed the two large doors, as well as the gold, jewels, and other decorations in the banquet hall. It was a complete ransacking!
Under the dumbfounded gaze of Krast and the other Dark Angels, the Butler calmly departed, as if nothing had happened.
A moment later, Krast withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice.
"Stop staring blankly, our mission isn't finished yet.
Don't forget the families on Lord' list, not one left behind!"
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.