Chapter 1054 The Terrible Empire

A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon!

With a clang, the spear engraved with snake scales collided with the sharp claws glowing with lightning. Aurora stood beside Vulkan at some point and blocked Curze's attack for him.

Of course, it is impossible to kill Vulkan, who has the characteristics of an immortal, with one blow, but if there is blood between brothers, the nature will be different. Now Dorn and Perturabo had a conflict, and they greeted each other with fists.

"You bastard, you're always so mean!" Vulkan hammered his chest angrily, but did not continue to attack Coze.

Upon seeing this, Fulgan also tried to persuade him, "Then Vulcan, are you willing to come with us?"

"Leave? I have to go. This little brat wants you to stare at me all by yourself!"

"Haha... As long as I want to, you two can't even try to catch me." Cozi chuckled, his pale face showing a cold meaning.

Although there were many conflicts between the brothers, they still embarked on the road to trial, and a group of troops were given to them to command. Because they obtained a relatively complete map of the Webway from Tzeentch, the ships of the Human Empire can sail quickly with the help of the main Webway, far more efficiently than warp jumping.

Fulgrim stood in front of the window and looked at the Webway. The huge cracks were blocked by crystals, and he could vaguely feel his eyes peeking out from the folds of the crystals. Tzeentch promised that the daemons would withdraw from the webway, but he did not say that he would give up surveillance of the webway.

The barriers of the Webway gradually became blurred, and the dark void refilled Fulgrim's vision. He looked at the marked planet, and just by looking at the appearance of the planet, he realized that this place should not be underestimated.

The scarlet land was covered with dark clouds and mist, and when the primitives landed on the planet's surface in a transport plane, they were hit by thunder and chemical acid rain.

When they got off the transport plane, no one came to greet them except the flashing positioning lights.

"This is unreasonable. Even if they don't know the existence of the original body, they should have enough respect for the Terran decree." Fulgrim said while looking to the side. The huge and towering Gothic buildings were full of corrosion. There is no trace of beauty at all. Many lights converged on the streets, and calls to prayer were heard.

"It seems that these people are busy celebrating mass." Vulcan gave his own opinion after reading it. Coz on the side just sneered twice, expressing deep contempt for his naivety.

Vulkan didn't mind Coze's attitude towards him. He asked Coze sincerely, "Do you know what the problem is? I have never doubted your talent for finding criminals."

"Huh...Then I would rather not have this talent...I would rather be an idiot." Cozz pointed to a spire with some sadness, "You can go there first to learn more. If you are not cruel, many things will be easy for you. If you can’t do it, you have to plan to implicate thousands of people.”

"Just kill the main culprit, why involve so many people?" Fulgan felt that Coze was a little too pessimistic, but Coze just smiled.

Arriving at the door of the minaret, groups of soldiers hung the criminals in blood-clothed clothes on the execution platform. The flamethrowers in their hands were activated and debugged from time to time. Before they were burned, the air was already filled with a burning smell.

"Congratulations, you are about to witness the laws of the empire." Kozpi said with a smile.

"They are heretics! They are evil! They are villains whose sins will not be pardoned by the Emperor! I will carry out his will and use fire to cleanse all sins!" A man in a gorgeous robe shouted in front of the execution platform, and the crowd suddenly erupted. There was a roaring cry.

"Burn them! Burn these heretics!"

The fanatical crowd was frightening to watch. They roared towards the execution platform like bloodthirsty beasts.

Vulkan frowned. He always felt that there was something strange about this execution. The prisoners in blood-clothed clothes were too clean. After fighting Chaos for so long, he always had this judgment.

Flames were spitting out from the nozzle. Vulkan didn't have the habit of leaving people behind with his sword, so he shouted loudly, "Stop!"

The sound was like thunder, covering other sounds at once. The noisy and restless crowd turned to look at the visitor, screaming for the image of the Space Marines, the Emperor's Angel of Death whom they had seen in church murals and propaganda.

The soldiers who were preparing for the execution also stopped and put away their guns, standing the flamethrower at their feet and waiting. The crowd knelt like a receding tide as the Primarchs and Space Marines approached. Vulkan didn't like the crowd treating him like this. He repeatedly asked the crowd to get up while personally helping everyone he could touch.

"Ah...ah! The great angel touched my humble body!" An old man burst into tears, his body trembling so much that Vulcan worried that he would fall down in the next second.

Sure enough, the old man fell. The excessive happiness and excitement made his heart suffocate. The old man pinched his chest with his hands and had a stiff smile of ecstasy on his face.

"Cure him." Vulkan was very helpless and could only ask the pharmacist to revive the old man.

Soon, the commotion outside the minaret attracted the attention of those inside. Several well-dressed officials and nobles stood at the door, surrounded by majestic guards, and asked in a righteous and awe-inspiring manner, "What happened! Why are these traitors still alive!"

Then they saw the Space Marines and the Primarchs. His body was shaking subconsciously, beads of sweat were streaming down his forehead, and many words were stuck in his throat.

Fugen could understand the fear of the mortals towards the Primarchs and Space Marines. After all, they were warriors who had fought for thousands of years and had killed more enemies than these people had ever seen in their lives. Even with a smile on his face, a hint of murderous intent would flow out.

Fugen stepped forward and showed the officials and nobles the warrant of the Terra government, "We are here to inspect in the name of the Lord of Mankind. I hope you can cooperate with our work."

"Of course..." The officials and nobles were terrified and tried their best to show a flattering smile. But because they had been at the pinnacle of power in this world for a long time, their smiles were stiff and ugly, which made Fugen want to frown.

"Is there any difficulty?" Fugen asked, and the officials and nobles in front of him shook their heads first, and then nodded in unison.

"Demons. Demons are wreaking havoc on our planet. They have poisoned the minds of many people. Every day, a large number of pagans try to shake the rule of the great emperor." A noble dressed in fancy clothes complained to Fulgrim. His hands were white and scab-free, and he was even skinny because of dieting. Fulgrim could hardly imagine that such a cruel world could produce such a noble.

"Demon?" Coze poked his head out from behind Fulgrim. He stared at the noble's face, and there was no trust in the noble in his eyes.