Bab 91: Chapter 91: The Raid Plan
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The surge of psychic energy crashed violently, ejecting Eden's consciousness from the Warp.
The intense impact caused his mind to reel, and soon he fell into unconsciousness.
This time, Eden truly slept, lying comfortably in his bed, deeply at peace.
Meanwhile, within the Warp…
Perhaps it was a one-in-a-billion chance.
A ship sailing through the Warp had its navigator, who bore a third eye on his forehead, suddenly sense something amiss. He immediately called the Ecclesiarch aboard the ship.
Soon, both the navigator and the Ecclesiarch gazed through the ship's viewport and bore witness to a divine miracle.
It was the Holy Sun!
All praise and glory to the magnificent Sun!
With great reverence, they watched the Holy Sun shining in the far distance, praying fervently for the Emperor's blessing.
Legends told that such an unparalleled fortune would ensure the ship's safe journey through the Warp.
But then, they noticed something unusual.
By the Emperor, how could there be another Sun beside the glorious Holy Sun?
The navigator and the Ecclesiarch were both stunned.
They exchanged a glance, rubbing their eyes to confirm they weren't mistaken.
The sheer shock of the sight left them reeling, almost driving them mad.
What on Terra was happening? Why were there two Holy Suns? Who was this other one?
This didn't align at all with the sacred doctrines of the Imperial Creed!
Could the Creed be wrong?
The Ecclesiarch's legs weakened, gripping his staff tightly to steady himself.
He muttered endlessly, as though his very faith had been shattered.
Oh Emperor, what in His name was happening?
A wild thought suddenly flashed through the Ecclesiarch's mind, causing him to exclaim:
"Could it be that the Emperor himself…?"
Thankfully, he clamped his hand over his mouth, stopping the blasphemous words from escaping.
Such heretical thoughts! Uttering them would be grounds for burning at the stake!
The Ecclesiarch, filled with regret, burst into tears, falling to his knees and begging for the Emperor's forgiveness.
However, when he lifted his head again, both Holy Suns had vanished.
In their place, only a swirling vortex of chaotic Warp energy remained, everything returning to normal.
Afterward, the Ecclesiarch and the navigator swore, by the Emperor's name, that they would take this secret to their graves.
Such a heretical revelation must never see the light of day, or they would face the most brutal of Inquisitorial trials!
...
While Eden had been struck down by the Emperor's psychic force and slept deeply, the Grey Wolf Warband's territory stirred with unrest.
The Grey Wolf Warband was nominally the ruler of this region, but only nominally.
In truth, this area was governed by dozens of different gangs, with the Grey Wolf Warband being the largest force among them.
They had no organized military, their operations were chaotic, and they were the weakest of the three major factions within the hive.
They hadn't been wiped out only because the King's Court and the Hoffman family were in a deadlock, unable to spare resources to deal with them.
Additionally, governing the area was costly, and with strong enemies nearby, conquering it would only drain their strength, giving rivals an opening.
Now that the King's Court had defeated the Hoffman family, they were free to turn their attention to the Grey Wolf Warband.
Their goal: to unify the hive under their rule.
In fact, shortly after Eden crushed the Hoffman family, he had already ordered the Custodes and the defense forces to prepare their troops.
The command was to crush the Grey Wolf Warband.
Eden set a deadline: before Judgment Day, the Warband's leader and key figures had to be captured.
On that day, these traitors and heretics would face their final judgment.
The gangs within the Grey Wolf Warband's territory weren't particularly strong. The main issue was their scattered nature.
A large-scale military mobilization would likely alert the gangs, making things more difficult.
To counter this, Carter, Arye, and Kaes had spent many days planning and ultimately decided on a swift decapitation strike.
They would lead elite warriors in tactical squads, raiding the gang territories within the Grey Wolf Warband's region.
Their mission: to eliminate the leaders and key figures.
Tonight, the tactical squads would infiltrate the Grey Wolf Warband's lands.
For the past two weeks, the King's Court had made no visible moves.
This lull had lulled the gangs into a false sense of security, allowing them to return to their usual, chaotic lifestyles.
Many gang members had grown complacent. If not for the Grey Wolf Warband's warnings, they would have completely dropped their guard.
To them, a King's Court assault was no different than a turf war with a neighboring gang.
"If those damn Governor's lackeys dare come, we'll just pick up our weapons and fight!"
One gang leader exclaimed, as he lounged with a gang beauty, covered in demonic tattoos and piercings, at his side.
And then he proceeded to do just that.
In summary, the infiltration of the King's Court tactical squads went smoothly.
Carter and the others donned the same tattered metal cloaks worn by the gang members. Being large and imposing, no one questioned them.
This region had so many gangs that it wasn't unusual to see a new one pop up overnight.
There were even Ogryns bigger than them wearing similar attire.
Unless someone wanted to start a gang war, no one bothered them.
Plus, the Grey Wolf Warband had declared a ceasefire, making it even less likely for anyone to challenge their authority by sparking a large-scale conflict.
This was exactly why Carter, Arye, and the others chose today to launch their raid.
Most gang members were too busy stuffing themselves with half-cooked, questionable meat and drinking a mix of industrial waste and sewage that they called "Errel Ale," drowning themselves in intoxication.
Under the cover of darkness, Carter and a handful of Imperial Guards made their way toward the Grey Wolf Warband's base.
At the same time, other Imperial Guards squads were en route to their targets as well.
The King's Court only had this one enemy left in the hive, so Eden could boldly dispatch the Custodes for combat operations.
This time, nearly every Imperial Guards available had been deployed—over a hundred warriors.
The Custodes would strike at multiple locations across the Grey Wolf Warband's territory, aiming for a swift and decisive victory.
As they approached the Warband's base, they began to encounter corpses, posed grotesquely and impaled on stakes. Most of them appeared to be ordinary civilians.
The area was also marked with strange, twisted symbols drawn in blood.
It was clearly some sort of ritual, meant to intimidate outsiders.
Seeing this, Carter's eyes grew cold, and he quickened his pace.
…
"Damn scum…"
Arye cursed viciously, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Dressed in gang attire, he carried a large shotgun on his back, along with an assortment of weapons and grenades strapped to his body.
With his exposed abs and scar-covered frame, he looked more like a gang member than an actual one.
Civilians and low-level gang members cowered in fear, giving him a wide berth.
Since entering this area, seeing the skeletal remains littering the streets and the strange, mutilated bodies in gang-controlled checkpoints, Arye's rage had been simmering, barely under control.
(End of Chapter)
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