The astropath's words silenced the noisy hall.
The planetary governor looked at the astropath, "What happened?"
"We observed this." The astropath beckoned.
An assistant stepped forward and showed the data slate in his hand to the governor and others.
The data slate listed the sub-space ether data and Defense Force data for the Vitoria system.
The complex data made the planetary governor's head ache.
He knew every word, but when combined, he didn't understand them.
"I don't understand." The governor looked at the astropath, his tone somewhat unfriendly.
If the other party wasn't an astropath, he would have wanted to shoot him on the spot.
Using this to test the excellent governor of the Empire??
It must be targeting him.
This guy is a despicable villain.
"This is a report of shadows appearing in the sub-space. After communicating with several star systems, it can be confirmed that this is a tendril of a tyranid fleet. Their target is the Vitoria system, which means we will be the first prey of this tyranid fleet."
The astropath looked at the obese planetary governor in front of him, a hint of disgust involuntarily appearing in his tone.
In order to fulfill the duty bestowed upon him by the Emperor, he had to endure the other party's stupidity.
To be honest, there are not many people left in this hall who can still think normally.
Besides scheming and playing with power, these councilors only spend their time every day figuring out how to squeeze more oil from the already emaciated civilians?
No military talent, no administrative talent.
Perhaps they have another use, which is to be thrown into food processing plants, ground up, made into nutrient blocks, and used to fill people's stomachs.
They can't even understand the simplest ether data and Planetary Defense Force data.
What can the Emperor expect from these wastes??
Expect them to fill the stomachs of the tyranids??
Feeling the contempt in the astropath's words, the governor was very dissatisfied.
He was, after all, a scion of a noble financial family with a distinguished lineage.
He was an executor of the Emperor's will.
His hereditary position as governor was personally appointed by the Senate of Terra.
An excellent person like him should be respected.
But the astropath's tone was so contemptuous.
If it weren't for the other party's special status.
The governor would definitely have hanged the other party on the gallows to warn those who spoke ill of him behind his back.
He would never allow anyone to belittle him and his family.
The planetary governor's posture was so arrogant and overbearing, but when the astropath said that the Vitoria system would become the prey of the tyranids.
The always arrogant governor, who considered himself an elite human loyal to the Emperor, was so frightened that his face turned pale, completely exposing his cowardly and incompetent nature.
The many councilors in the hall were also like this.
They had completely lost their pretentious demeanor from just now.
They were different from the foolish and numb commoners.
Even though they had never been invaded by the tyranids, they knew a lot about this terrifying race from information transmitted from many star systems.
Where the tyranids passed, even the planet's atmosphere would be directly stripped away.
All life would be completely devoured.
What's more, the tyranid's offensive was terrifyingly powerful.
Wherever they went, there was simply no way to resist them by any means.
The Empire had fought against the tyranids many times.
Victories were few.
Occasional victories also came at a heavy price.
Vitoria being targeted by the tyranids was undoubtedly a death sentence.
"Quickly ask the Empire for help, we need those Chapters, we need the Imperial Navy."
The governor stood up abruptly, the folds of fat on his body trembling with his movements.
"The Astropathic message for help has been sent. The expeditionary force led by the Primarch is in the Charadon Sector, and I believe he will respond to our plea for help," the astropath said.
"Then quickly send a few more messages, let him come and protect us!" the planetary governor shouted.
After speaking, he realized that his words were a bit problematic and hurriedly corrected himself.
"Let the Primarch come over and eliminate these damned xenos as soon as possible. He is the Emperor's son, this is his duty."
The other councilors also spoke up one after another.
"Hurry up and let him come over."
"Yes, quickly send a few more messages."
"Don't stand here, hurry up and send the message, let him come and protect us!"
The many councilors who were just now shouting and killing, gnashing their teeth, and almost shouting to kill the thirteen Primarchs for the Emperor.
At this time, they had all changed their appearance.
They wished that Guilliman would appear in front of them instantly.
"More Astropathic messages are all the same." The astropath shook his head and said, his contempt for these self-proclaimed human elites, these useless gluttons, growing stronger in his heart.
If such people could be called elites, then humanity was truly in peril.
The reason these fools could sit here was definitely not because they possessed outstanding personal abilities.
It was because their ancestors used despicable means to deceive the Emperor, and with the authority of the Holy Emperor, they ruled this star system, allowing these fools to sit here and call themselves human elites.
Given the current corruption and economic development of Vitoria, letting a dog be in charge of planning this planet.
I'm afraid it wouldn't do a worse job than them.
"When will the Primarch's reinforcements arrive??"
The planetary governor asked again, his tone anxious.
It was as if the tyranids would arrive outside the star system the next second and kill him.
"Currently, there is no clear reply, but a response is expected within a month," the astropath said.
"A month? When will the tyranids come?" The planetary governor's tone was anxious.
It would take a month to receive a reply, so wouldn't it take even longer to send reinforcements?
He feared that the Primarch would arrive too late, and by the time he arrived, the entire Vitoria would have already become a prize for the tyranids.
They, these Imperial elites, the pillars of human civilization, would probably be long gone.
"In three months, the shadow in the warp caused by the tyranid fleet will spread to Vitoria, and in five months, the first bio-ship will arrive in the Vitoria system."
The astropath saw the appearance of these councilors and had to explain.
"Then there's no need to be afraid, there's still half a year."
Hearing the astropath's explanation, the nervous planetary governor's face lit up with joy.
In half a year, the Primarch's reinforcements should have definitely arrived.
The problem now was still how to protect his rights and wealth.
The other councilors were also like this.
Their nervous expressions from just now had all disappeared.
Half a year, if they traveled through the warp, they could even visit Terra several times.
The Primarch was in the Charadon Sector, and it would take at most a few weeks to reach the Vitoria system, so there was definitely no problem.
Now they had to consider how to protect their wealth.
When the Primarch arrived, he would take away their power and industrial assets.
At that time, they would have nothing.
"Why can't the Primarch see our loyalty??"
The governor slapped the marble table in front of him and said angrily.
They were so loyal, yet the Primarch treated them like this, it was too hurtful.
"Perhaps, we should find a way to make the Primarch understand that those at the bottom are not trustworthy, they are despicable and shameless, and do not know gratitude."
"Indeed, we should find a way."
"We need to prove that only we are loyal to the Empire."
The many councilors spoke one after another, all talking about this matter.
The astropath looked at them for a moment, then turned and bowed out, walking away.
He really couldn't stand these stupid, selfish, and greedy people anymore.
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Dimitry fled back to his residence.
It was a large room of over a hundred square meters, a "home" in the middle level of the hive city.
For his work, he partitioned off half of the house to use as his office.
The back part served as his residence.
His detective agency was a home-based one.
After all, there were some risks in this line of work, and renting an office specifically was very uneconomical and not private enough.
Seeing that terrifying genestealer and fighting a monster.
Dimitry had forgotten how he escaped from that terrifying place.
He only remembered that after breaking free from the monster, he just kept running, running all the way out from the dark gathering place.
There was no stop in between.
He just kept running.
He estimated he had run over a dozen kilometers.
At that time, his mind was blank, and even after running a long distance, his hands still couldn't stop trembling.
When he took the transport, everyone thought he was crazy.
Dimitry was still very grateful that he ran back alive, which was a rare victory.
Returning to his residence, Dimitry felt a sense of safety.
His mind, which had been blank, finally regained the ability to think.
MY GOD!
Those ugly, disgusting things were in the dark corners of this city.
Besides that place, who knew how many other places there were.
He could no longer stay in Vitoria.
Those monsters were already in the sewers, preparing an army.
This place was about to undergo the baptism of war.
Those who stayed would all be devoured by the terrifying devourers wandering among the stars.
Dimitry trembling gathered up the things he considered precious.
He took out his savings and prepared to exchange them for a ship ticket.
No matter where he went, as long as he could leave Vitoria.
As he packed his things, he felt his scalp itching.
He subconsciously reached up to scratch it.
But he found that his hand had pulled out a large handful of hair.
For some reason, his hair was falling out wildly.
Dimitry ran to the mirror in his room and found that his originally thick hair had become sparse.
"The Emperor is above."
Dimitry remembered the things that monster had done.
Clearly, the other party had left some hateful things inside his body.
Those things were changing him.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
There was a knock on the door.
The frightened Dimitry almost jumped up.
He was too nervous.
The things he saw at the gathering place.
His hair was also falling out strangely.
All these indicated that something bad was happening.
"Who?" Dimitry walked to the door, gripping his lasgun tightly, the safety already off, ready to fire a searing beam with a pull of the trigger.
"It's me, did you find my daughter?"
Hearing this, Dimitry breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.
"Ms. Anna." Dimitry said, looking at the woman in front of the door, her face covered and wearing a black hooded robe.
The woman looked to be around 30 to 40 years old and was well-maintained.
This woman's identity was definitely related to those financial magnates.
Commoners could not afford to be so well-maintained.
Seeing the woman's arrival, Dimitry felt a bit of regret, why did he take on this task!!
Although the money was a lot, it was too dangerous.
He had completely thrown himself into it.
Now, he just wanted to escape as far away as possible.
The woman walked in, holding a bag with a Bauhinia flower etched on it.
The bag was exquisitely crafted and clearly worth a lot of money.
The woman's walking posture was very elegant, indicating she had been specially trained.
Dimitry became even more certain of his thoughts; the other party's identity was perhaps one of the magnates.
Perhaps, he could seek her help to get a ship ticket and escape this world.
The woman carefully avoided Dimitry's few simple pieces of furniture.
She was followed by two bodyguards.
The two bodyguards were tall and their well-proportioned bodies contained terrifying explosive power.
Like two cheetahs, once they attacked, they would definitely be the most deadly.
Each of the two bodyguards had one eye modified into a mechanical prosthetic eye, making them look exceptionally fierce.
To be able to have such bodyguards, this woman's identity was definitely not simple.
She stood in a slightly open space in the room, looked at the nervous Dimitry, and asked, "Have you found my daughter? I'm so worried about her, it's been so long since I've seen her, and I don't know if she's alive or dead. During this time, I haven't been able to eat or sleep, I've been in unbearable pain, and I can't swallow anything."
"I have found your daughter, but you have to pay me the remaining money first, and this mission is too dangerous, I need to add one more condition."
Dimitry said.
Hearing Dimitry say he had found her daughter, the woman showed a hint of excitement.
But when she heard Dimitry say he wanted to raise the price, she showed a hint of displeasure.
"Sir, it's not in line with industry rules for you to raise the price temporarily."
"I almost lost my life. Besides paying me, I also need a ship ticket, a ticket to leave Vitoria." Dimitry said, "If you agree, I'll tell you where your daughter is."
"Madam, I must remind you that that place is very dangerous. I have no way to bring her out, but with your power, Madam, you can easily do this, but you must also hurry."
The woman was silent for a moment, then finally nodded.
"I agree to your request, but can you tell me why you are in such a hurry to leave Vitoria?"
"The situation is very urgent, but if you want to know, you have to pay extra. The remaining commission will be doubled. This news is something I risked my life for, and it's worth the price."
Dimitry said.
"Of course, Sir Dimitry, I will immediately pay you the agreed upon remuneration and help you book a ship ticket." The woman said.
With a detective's intuition, Dimitry felt that something was wrong with this woman.
But he didn't want to bother with what tricks the other party was up to anymore.
Now he just wanted to get the money and leave Vitoria quickly.
After confirming that the other party's credit points had arrived.
Dimitry told them the meeting place of the Free cult and what he had seen.
"Are you saying genestealers?" The woman showed a hint of surprise.
"Yes, according to your terminology, that's probably what it's called."
Dimitry didn't want to say anymore, he felt increasingly uncomfortable.
His scalp was itching, his fingers were itching, his whole body was itching.
"Madam, our transaction is over, can you leave now?"
"Then I won't disturb sir Dimitry, I wish you a pleasant journey."
The woman showed a hint of a smile, then turned and left.
"Please leave as well." Dimitry said, looking at the two bodyguards who hadn't moved.
But the next second, they pulled out their guns and aimed at him.
"Madam, what do you mean?" Dimitry cried out in fright.
"You know the location of that little bastard, I have to thank you for that, but please die anyway. That little bastard will be sent to the food processing plant just like her mother. As for you, you can go with her, I wish you a return to the Emperor's embrace, you fool."
The woman who had walked to the door showed a cold smile.
Hearing this, Dimitry's eyes widened.
Killing to silence!
He actually encountered something like this!
Dimitry wasn't a fool, he understood that he was obviously involved in the power struggle between those magnate families.
He had heard some rumors in the tavern, and at the time he just listened for fun.
He never expected such a melodramatic thing to happen to him.
Now, he regretted it even more.
If he hadn't been confused by the generous reward from the other party, he would have been able to think of the unreasonable aspects of it.
As a noblewoman, there was absolutely no need for the other party to ask him to find her daughter.
Those magnate families definitely had such people under their command.
The reason the other party found him was probably because they had already prepared to silence him.
Thinking of the twists and turns involved, Dimitry knew that he was doomed.
Those two bodyguards were obviously well-trained, and they definitely had blood on their hands.
Many families would train some death warriors to handle things that were not suitable to appear in public.
And these two bodyguards were precisely that kind.
In fear, Dimitry subconsciously let out two roars that clearly did not belong to a human.
The roars made the two bodyguards freeze for a moment; this was definitely not a roar that a human could make.
Dimitry saw an opportunity and instinctively pounced on one of the bodyguards.
Biological instinct made him directly bite the other party's throat.
For some reason, his teeth had become sharp and pointed.
He easily bit through the other party's reinforced throat, and bright red blood poured into his mouth, making his mind clearer.
"Damn it!" The other bodyguard saw this scene and repeatedly pulled the trigger at Dimitry.
But Dimitry had already undergone a transformation.
Tearing open the target's throat, he finally felt the presence of the Great Will.
This universe belonged to the Great Will.
His previous life was so terrible and degenerate.
He should prepare everything for ascension.
These damned humans were so ugly, believing in a corpse and regarding suffering as their blessing.
What a foolish idea this was.
He had to give them the teachings of the Great Will.
Let them understand the meaning of life is to merge with the great, eternal will.
The fear in Dimitry's heart faded, and his whole body was excited because he had glimpsed the truth in the universe.
He continuously jumped to avoid the other party's laser attacks, then opened his mouth and bit at the other party.
After all, the other party was a well-trained death warrior, and saw Dimitry rushing over.
The bodyguard punched Dimitry, who had just completed his transformation, flying, and after creating some distance, he raised his gun and continuously shot, forcing Dimitry to break through the window and escape.
The bodyguard kept shooting, but in the end, he could only watch Dimitry disappear into the darkness.
"What was that thing?" The woman walked in, looking at the wounds on the dead bodyguard's body.
There was no sadness in her eyes.
Looking at the dead bodyguard was like looking at weeds by the roadside, without the slightest pity.
She was born to be the master of this world.
These bodyguards existed only for her.
It was no big deal if they sacrificed themselves, there would always be more bodyguards for her to use.
Plenty of commoners would willingly hand over their children to be trained as bodyguards and serve her.
"An infected gene-hybrid, mistress." The bodyguard said, speaking sparingly.
They had been trained since childhood to obey their mistress and remain silent at all times.
"Was it a tyranid?" The woman asked.
"Yes, the city should have genestealers, perhaps we should act as soon as possible."
Hearing the bodyguard's words, the woman nodded and took out a photo of a girl.
"We should indeed act now. You take people to kill this man, remember, don't leave any evidence."
After speaking, the woman turned and left.
Unexpectedly, there were unexpected gains.
She was thinking about what benefits this news could bring her.
Any news is valuable.
As long as it can be used in the right place.
The bodyguard looked at the place where Dimitry had escaped, then turned and left to complete his mission.
In the main hall.
The planetary governor and many councilors were still discussing how to make the Primarch trust them and abandon those damned underclass bugs.
"Make them betray the Empire." An old councilor shouted, "As long as the Primarch sees that these damned bugs have abandoned the Empire and the Emperor, he will surely understand that he can only rely on us elites."
"Only we are loyal to the Emperor, those at the bottom will not appreciate everything the Empire has done for them, they will only complain that the Emperor and the Empire have not given enough."
This proposal drew low discussions from many councilors.
"But how should we make them betray the Empire?" The governor asked.
The many councilors looked at each other and immediately fell into a dilemma.
Clearly, this matter was beyond their capabilities.
In recent years, in order to maintain their rule.
Those at the bottom had been tamed to the point of losing almost all their spirit and no longer dared to resist the Empire.
Even the gangs would occasionally say a few words for the great Emperor.
One can imagine how excellent their taming work was.
While the councilors were at a loss, a voice broke the deadlock.
"I have a way."
A woman walked in, causing many councilors to discuss among themselves.
"Madam Anna, you shouldn't be here." A councilor looked at the woman walking in, somewhat displeased.
"It's none of your business, I'm only here to offer advice to the governor." The woman said disdainfully, looking at that councilor.
The magnate forces of Vitoria were complex.
Anna, in order to seize her husband's inheritance, had murdered the daughter left by her husband's ex-wife. This behavior caused extreme dissatisfaction among the ex-wife's faction.
It was just a pity that no evidence could be found, otherwise they would definitely dare to have someone kill this woman.
Now that the other party appeared here, the faces of the councilors who were unhappy with her turned ugly.
The planetary governor waved his hand, motioning for that councilor to sit down, then looked at Anna, "Do you really have a way to make those damned underclass betray the Empire?"
"Yes, governor." Anna said, "If you are willing, they will soon launch a heretical rebellion."