Chapter 312: The Rise of the Primarch: The Assassin's Code

"Repeat, what do you need?"

"I said I need support! God bless you, damn it!"

The lieutenant with a laser gun was cursing while holding a walkie-talkie. As he was shouting, a Molotov cocktail was thrown over his head. The lieutenant cursed and quickly lowered his body to crawl beside his jeep. He looked at the Molotov cocktail that whizzed over his head and suddenly hit the armored vehicle behind him.

The raging fire instantly burned on the surface of the Chimera armored vehicle along with alcohol. The lieutenant squatted beside his car and watched the blazing fire. The cocktail Molotov cocktail could not destroy the Chimera armored vehicle, but its flames still made the soldiers around hurriedly disperse.

One of them was already on fire. He ran out screaming and cursing, then fell to the ground and rolled over repeatedly. His comrades behind him also hurried forward, took off their coats and clothes and slapped the fire on him.

"For the Emperor's sake, take him away!"

"Where to, Lieutenant?" A private soldier with a gun on his back hurried forward to help the unlucky guy up. The flames on his body had gone out. Although the beautiful uniform looked ruined, he was still alive, wasn't he?

"Think with your head on your shoulders! Of course, go to the barracks, find a military doctor, and more!" The officer looked at the soldier who was walking back with the blackened wounded man. After hearing the voice of the superior, the man stopped again and turned to look at the lieutenant standing next to the jeep.

The lieutenant looked at the soldiers around him. They were rushing towards the mob with guns or blast shields. In front of the violent and angry people, there was a difficult defense line. The blast shields and batons, laser gun bayonets and the hungry and angry mobs outside hit together.

The gate of the entire palace outer wall was in chaos, and all kinds of the most vicious curses echoed in front of the entire gate. The angry citizens not only cursed, but also attacked the guards with all kinds of things they could find. Stones, bricks and anything that could be thrown were thrown over.

The explosion-proof shield wall was hit with a clang, and countless broken glass and various things that broke after hitting the shield fell to the ground. The soldiers' military boots stepped on the residues, making a crackling sound.

The lieutenant looked in the direction of the explosion-proof shield wall. He looked at the guards who were huddled in front of him. A Molotov cocktail was thrown over their heads again. This time, the bottle hit the jeep behind the lieutenant directly, and the wine that burst out instantly ignited a corner of the lieutenant's clothes.

The lieutenant cursed and ran forward several steps. The young lieutenant officer quickly took off his burning coat and threw it on the ground. He looked at the burning clothes and then at the jeep that had been engulfed by the flames and soon exploded.

The officer's jeep exploded instantly. The fuel tank turned into a bomb in the high temperature. The steel engine and body turned into the bomb part of the fortress in the blink of an eye. The flames lifted the jeep up, and the whole body of the car flipped several times in the air and fell to the ground.

The lieutenant frowned at the jeep, turned his head and pointed at the soldier who was supporting the wounded and roared, "Go to the barracks and bring all the brothers! Quick, we must not let the mob break through the gate!"

"Yes, Lieutenant!" The private supported the wounded and ran into the gate. The lieutenant behind him watched them leave and turned his head to look forward. He looked at the blast shield wall that was clanging with countless projectiles. The lieutenant turned sideways and dodged another beer bottle. Fortunately, there was no flame in this thing, so the lieutenant dodged it for a while.

"Damn, what are the Ministry of Justice and the Defense Forces doing? The TM mob has run to the gate of the palace." He cursed inwardly and looked at the mob in front of him. They wandered in groups outside the defense line, aiming at the projectiles on the streets in the distance. The soldiers holding blast shields and wearing helmets were no longer as bright and beautiful as before. They were all covered with spilled wine, sweat and dried blood.

"Everyone! Go forward! Armored vehicles, drivers! Pull the Chimei up!" The roaring lieutenant pulled out the laser gun on his waist, and he shouted to the soldiers around him and walked towards the shield wall.

The lieutenant shouted to the soldiers around him, dragged a retreating soldier to the front, and waved his pistol to command his men to move forward, but the lieutenant didn't know that the culprit who caused them to have to suffer the same unfortunate fate as the Ministry of Justice and the Defense Forces who helped them suppress the masses before was watching them on the city wall.

On the outer wall of the palace behind the lieutenant, Vito was standing on the towering wall and looking at everything below. He looked at the burning barricades, the burning tires that were rolled up one by one, and all kinds of curses and roars echoed in the smoke-filled city below.

The scale of this riot was very large. Although it may not sound large, the outer area of ​​the palace covers the entire Northeast Asia, so imagine that several provinces on Old Terra are full of burning streets, buildings, and all kinds of mobs physically communicating with the guards. What a spectacular sight that would be.

Vito didn't have to think, because he was watching, Terra's ancient guardian was standing on the city wall, overlooking the continent-level riot. Vito had a strange feeling in his mind for a moment, an inexplicable sense of pride and pride. He didn't know why he had this feeling, but it was probably the same as what he was doing every time Lily did something similar, or if Tzeentch did it.

You know, find a good place, then enjoy the big scene you made, and then watch the stupid guards and greedy nobles below scramble to escape, hiding everywhere under the pursuit of the mob, like a group of panicked ducks.

It's really interesting, because generally speaking, it's the nobles and bureaucrats who watch their soldiers and drive the civilians of the empire in the same way, but it can be said that the world is going downhill, or the emperor has opened his eyes, and today these assholes also enjoy the same treatment.

"It's going well, Master." Eva, the current Master of the Assassin's Court, who appeared silently, suddenly came up from behind Vito. She stopped a few steps away from Vito and looked at Vito with the silver skull mask. There was a red mechanical eye under the rotating gear.

Vito tilted his head slightly and glanced at Eva. Then he moved his eyes away from her perfect figure and glanced at the assassin standing at the other end of the wall. He was an assassin similar to Eva, the only difference was that his weapon was still in his hand.

"You only have one person, Master, where is Angerwa?" Eva asked standing behind Vito. Her voice was as low and hoarse as always, sounding like a servitor or priest with disturbed vocal cords.

"I asked him to stay in the academy to coordinate tomorrow's actions with Dean Nasimov. We must work in unison and collaborate reliably to solve the problem."

Vito raised his head and looked at the dark sky above. It was almost dark, but the turbulent riots on Terra completely illuminated the sky of the entire continent. The fiery red clouds flickered overhead, and the light and dark changed trance with the flickering flames.

"I don't need a guard, Eva."

You don't need to see it. Vito also knows that there must be a lot of assassins standing around now. He is also sure that many of them only need to randomly combine and form a temporary team to destroy the entire military camp, or sneak into the home of a Terra dignitary, kill all the family members, and then hang the body on a tall building and let it flutter in the wind.

"I know, Master, but for safety reasons, I still think you need some basic guards." Eva said calmly behind him, "Any ally now may become an enemy in the next moment, Master."

"You don't believe in the Inquisition, or the Loyalty Academy?"

"I don't trust anyone, whether it's the High Lord or Angwa. No one is trustworthy in the face of power. This is what you taught us, Master." Eva said coldly, without a trace of warmth in her voice.

Vito smiled silently. Eva was right. This was really what he gave to the assassins. It was not the holy words he had never said, nor the stories made up by poets and historians. Eva said the truth, the primary program she told them when she founded the Assassin's Court.

"In the face of power, any friend, even if they just seemed like brothers to you, will become an enemy in the next blink of an eye, and the mission of the Assassin's Court is to kill them for the Emperor."

This is what Vito taught them. It seems that even after so long, they still remember it and perform it well, even at this time.

"Have you arranged the assassins? Others except the High Lords." Vito asked coldly, looking at the burning streets below. Eva behind him nodded silently. The skull mask rose and fell with the flashing blood-red eyes in her eyes, as if she was a pure incarnation of death, and in a sense, this was true.

She is the incarnation of death for everyone, just like the Assassin's Court itself. They will bring death to everyone, even those current allies.

"According to your order, I have placed responsible assassins around Angerwa, Nasimov and all the people involved in the operation. If you suspect that they are plotting something bad, we will execute your order and eliminate any threat."

Eva's voice was colder than the glaciers of the Antarctic Fortress of the Inquisition. She silently reported to Vito. She faithfully carried out the order of her leader and hung the sword of Damocles over everyone's head, including those so-called friends.

"Very good." Vito looked at the flaming street below calmly. Eva stood behind him and fell silent, but her gently shaking fingers, although the shaking amplitude was so small that it could not be observed by ordinary people, but obviously, Vito was not an ordinary person, so he noticed it.

"You have any more questions, Eva, just ask them."

"Master, please forgive me for being so presumptuous, have you prepared a backup plan for Guilliman? If you have not decided yet, I can make an assassination plan for the Primarch on your behalf."

Eva calmly narrated these outrageous words. Vito was sure that any Ultramarines or Space Marines present would definitely cut Eva into pieces in anger, but Eva would not be afraid. She would faithfully perform her duties, her duties as an assassin.

And she was also reminding Vito to perform his duties, in a way that was not offensive, but a little offensive. The latter smiled with his hands behind his back, and the flames of the burning city below flashed in his eyes.

"You can't deal with him. I will be responsible for Guilliman. You only need to be responsible for the others."

"As you command, Master." Eva responded with a slight nod to Vito, but Vito suddenly spoke again and asked a question that made Eva feel a little surprised for a moment.

"Eva, do you have an assassination plan for me?"

He suddenly asked, asking this question so suddenly and without warning. Eva raised her head and looked at Vito in front of her without saying a word. She was silent. The leader of the Assassin Court looked at her leader. She and she The undisputed leader of all assassins, but he asked himself a completely unanswerable question.

"Grandmaster?"

"Assassins can't trust people, Eva, including ourselves. I don't want what happened to Wangerich to happen again during the Beast Wars."

Vito said and turned around and walked to Eva. He raised his hand and pressed Eva's shoulder, the skin covered by the leather tights. Vito's fingers gently stroked the skin-like surface of the tights. Stand next to Eva.

"I am about to overthrow the High Lord. For the first time in ten thousand years, I will directly manage and rule the empire. Although I will assist Guilliman, you must be prepared and remember the principles I told you. Before power, "No one can be trusted, no matter who he is." "I brought you from that radioactive planet, Eva, and you didn't let me down, ever, with your brothers and sisters who were born from clones." You've never disappointed me before, and it's the same this time."

"Think about this problem carefully, Eva, and then think about and formulate it carefully. You know how strong my power is, so you must be serious and careful, and treat this as the most difficult task in history."

Eva turned to look at Vito. The skull mask looked at Vito beside her in silence. The latter patted her shoulder and walked past her. Vito walked along the city wall towards the dim tower in the distance. direction.

"I'm going to the palace. It's time to meet him. I hope he won't bother me with those riddles and don't let your assassins follow me. Firstly, I don't need it. Secondly, the golden corns will see what you say. , will be very unhappy.”

As Vito spoke, he walked towards the end of the city wall and into the shadow. Eva looked at him in silence for a moment. Then she took off the mask on her face. With a gentle push of her finger, the mask fell from her face. His face fell down.

The gray hair hung in front of her eyes, and the gray eyes underneath were looking at Vito's back. There was a mark on her left face, a number, a serial number that was convenient for counting supplies and massive casualties. KG-M41-9011K-601000.

Eva looked at Vito, she looked at Vito silently, and then put on the mask again, like all her brothers and sisters, hiding that appearance under the mask, "Yes, Master."