Chapter 17 17, Kill!

The Temple Square was bustling with activity.

The clergy sat cross-legged on the anti-gravity preacher, composing sacred poems and beautiful chapters, and singing songs of praise to the Emperor and the Primarch with all their might.

Holding a long whip with sharp barbs, they kept whipping their sisters of atonement, kneeling on the ground and punishing themselves devoutly to show their loyalty.

And in this square, the loudest voices came from the Ecclesiarchy, who prayed and sang together, making a very grand sound.

The Ecclesiarch came surrounded by monks, and a large number of assistants and servitors accompanied them like stars surrounding the moon, and came to the position closest to the platform.

Their noble status was enough for them to admire the glory of the Primarch up close.

The battle sisters were stationed at the commanding heights with bolt guns in hand.

The loyal daughters of the Emperor looked at everything in the square with vigilant eyes, always ready to eliminate the enemy.

This was a rare carnival moment since the world was traumatized by Chaos.

In the bustling square, everyone was venting their long-suppressed emotions in this carnival.

At a certain moment, the whole square fell silent.

Everyone raised their heads at the same time, looking up at the majestic figure walking out of the high platform.

The nearly five-meter tall body was clad in heavy power armor.

The handsome and resolute face under the medium-length black hair, and the bright eyes condensed the never-extinguished fighting spirit.

Such obvious features, coupled with the aura that cannot be ignored, even people with shallow knowledge can easily recognize the majesty of this emperor's son.

Everyone couldn't help holding their breath, and countless eyes were on him.

Duker looked at the crowd.

In his eyes, everyone in the square was connected to him by a solid bridge of faith.

These bridges of faith, like countless tentacles, intertwined with each other, laid a huge net with him as the center.

Pure faith was constantly being transmitted to him, and under the transformation of the system, his strength was slowly and firmly enhanced.

And at this moment, in the underground secret room of the square.

Thousands of people on the list arrested by the Heart Network members were imprisoned there.

They were all accused by the intelligence agency of corruption, improper organ trading, withholding allowances, tax evasion, raising militias and many other crimes.

Ironically, in these criminals, Dukel could still see their loyalty to the empire.

The boundary between the warriors fighting for the empire and the termites that corrupted the empire seemed unclear.

But in any case, these people will die here today.

Dukel must use their heads.

"It's a pity that today, when the war has just ended and the wounds have not yet healed, I have to personally order the execution of my compatriots. But I must emphasize that the laws of the empire are sacred and inviolable."

After Dukel's voice fell.

Dozens of law enforcement officers came forward together.

They held long scrolls in their hands and read the names and charges of each criminal.

The number of charges and the brutality of the crimes committed by these prisoners amazed the people present.

Many civilians who had been oppressed could not help but sob softly at this moment. The suffering they had suffered in the past now became the charge for killing the prisoners.

Every time a report on a criminal was read out, an executioner would pull the prisoner out and hang him.

"I don't accept it, Your Highness the Primarch!

I have killed three demons with my own hands!

I have followed your footsteps in the battle against Chaos!

The scars of the battle have not healed on my body for a long time, but whenever the war comes, I will still choose to take up arms and fight for the Empire!

Now you want to execute me, I don't accept it!"

A strong man who was obviously transformed, at this moment, pushed away the guards, looked up at Dukel and roared loudly.

But he hadn't finished his words yet.

"Bang!——"

At the commanding heights, smoke rose from the grenade launcher in the hands of the battle sister, and a bomb directly blew up the criminal who dared to roar at the Primarch.

The broken meat mixed with blood exploded into blood-red flowers in the square.

This scene immediately made other people in the square couldn't help but step back several steps.

Someone recognized the identity of this strong man. He was a powerful lord. His territory covered three worlds with rich connotations.

He could take whatever he wanted from the three worlds, had the right to dominate the lives of hundreds of billions of people, and the wealth he controlled was immeasurable.

But such a powerful man was exploded into a pile of flesh and blood in public.

A noble lord died so easily, which made everyone feel unreal.

But this was not the end of the execution, but just the beginning of the episode.

Corpses were hung on the gallows.

Duke looked at all this with cold eyes.

He knew what kind of power these people held in their hands, and that was why he wanted to execute them in public.

The huge and complex forces behind these people were intertwined like roots and stems.

It can be said that it is deeply rooted and difficult to be completely eradicated.

They ensured the smooth operation of the empire, but they also pushed the empire into the abyss bit by bit.

Dukel is not good at politics, even the second Primarch himself is not good at it.

But it doesn't matter, his goal is not to engage in politics.

Today, the human empire is surrounded by enemies. Chaos demons and countless alien minions are ready to tear all humans into pieces at any time.

From the beginning to the end, Duker's only goal was to fight against these human threats.

He knew clearly that he only needed the elite members of the Heart Network and the general public to provide soldiers.

As for these middle and upper-class termites that affected his plan.

Oppressing the people, kill! Illegal organ trading, kill! Shaking faith, kill! .

In Duker's eyes, these are useless people, just kill as many as there are.

In front of the absolutely loyal members of the Heart Network, these people's power can't protect their lives at all.

Kill them all and let those who are loyal enough take their place.

Twisting all the power of mankind into one, fighting against chaos and aliens together is Duker's ultimate goal.

As one powerful noble after another was hanged, noisy discussions came from the square.

People talked to each other, some people were full of joy, and some people were afraid.

Until the last lord was hanged.

Dukel stood on the stage again.

All the voices subsided again, and countless eyes were filled with complex colors that could not be concealed.

The harshness of the Emperor's second son opened everyone's eyes.

"When I woke up from my ten thousand years of slumber, countless people were watching me all the time.

Look, this is the Emperor's son, the hope of the empire, he is the savior of everyone, he is omnipotent!

He will chop off the minions of Chaos and defeat all enemies of mankind. He is a hero, he can save everyone."

Dukel's bright eyes swept across the crowd, and the spiritual energy of the trance level surged, making his words full of extraordinary appeal.

"I'm sorry to tell you, I'm not a hero, and mankind never needs a savior!"