Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

"How is this possible? How could this group of heretics have grown so powerful to such an incredible degree? They could actually launch attacks on twelve worlds simultaneously!"

Seth's deep gaze was fixed on the huge interstellar map in front of him like a sharp sword. A strong chill instantly spread throughout his body, as if every nerve was trembling constantly.

You have to know that the number of huge fleets required to attack twelve worlds at the same time is simply an astronomical figure, which is definitely not something that ordinary forces can easily assemble.

This is enough to prove that under the command of this group of heretics, there must be an extremely large fleet, with at least hundreds of ships. Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to have the strength to launch an attack on twelve worlds at the same time.

"I...I'm completely done."

Seth's originally resolute figure now looked like a puddle of mud. He sat down dejectedly on the cold ground, his face gradually filled with despair.

The Provence sector, once his proud territory, now seemed so fragile and powerless, completely unable to resist the invasion of this group of heretics. As the Governor, he would bear the greatest responsibility, especially watching this group of heretics grow step by step until they reached their current terrifying scale.

At this moment, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded, and then another messenger rushed into the Governor's Mansion in a panic and shouted loudly:

"Governor, Governor, eight galaxies including Bosilia and Jesta have sent out requests for help. They are in urgent need of our rescue!"

Upon hearing the news, Seth felt a sudden shock in his heart, and the despair instantly turned into endless pain and helplessness.

"Puff!" The next moment, he could no longer control his emotions. A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth and splashed onto the ground, as if telling the despair and helplessness deep in his heart.

"Governor, Governor, are you okay?"

The two heralds were shocked when they saw blood spurting out of Seth's mouth. They hurried to Seth's side to support him up and asked him anxiously.

"I'm fine." Seth, supported by two heralds, slowly sat down on the chair and responded weakly.

"Governor, are you really okay? Don't hide it from us! Let's go get a doctor."

The two heralds supported Seth and spoke with concern, their eyes full of worry.

"No need to call a doctor." Seth leaned back in his chair with his head tilted back slightly, a trace of fatigue on his face. He tried to adjust his breathing and tried to calm himself down.

After a long while, he finally recovered and gently waved to the two messengers: "You all go down first. I need to be alone and quiet to sort out my thoughts."

At this moment, the messenger who came later seemed even more anxious. He hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Governor, how should we deal with those requests for help from other worlds? They concern countless lives!"

Seth's eyes gradually turned cold. He frowned tightly and said sternly, "Go away! Now is not the time to discuss this. I need time to think of a solution."

The messenger felt the cold aura emanating from Seth, and his heart trembled suddenly, as if he was doused with a basin of cold water, and he immediately woke up.

He nodded and responded quickly, "Yes, yes, Governor. We will leave now and not disturb you anymore."

After saying that, the two of them trotted out of the Governor's Mansion like frightened rabbits.

As they left, Seth sat silently in the chair, lost in deep thought.

He knew that the situation he was facing was extremely serious, and the requests for help from other worlds were like a heavy mountain pressing on his heart.

Although a few days later, the huge and majestic imperial expeditionary fleet came like a tide, as if carrying unstoppable power and pressure.

However, once the high-ranking officials of the empire learned the news here, the family that had stood the test of time would probably be like fragile glass, and it would be difficult to preserve its splendor and honor.

But if anyone dares to conceal any information about this place, then his entire family, which was once so glorious and prosperous, will fall into a desperate situation worse than death. The endless torment and fear seem to be able to eat away the human soul bit by bit.

Faced with such an extremely difficult situation with seemingly no way out, Seth's heart seemed to be locked tightly by cold shackles. The light of hope in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he finally fell into the abyss of despair.

Seth was lost in thought as he thought about this. His body, which had been stable before, began to tremble uncontrollably, as if it would collapse at any time.

He struggled to stand up slowly from the old chair that carried the glorious memories of his family. He walked unsteadily into the solemn and dignified hall. His knees softened and he knelt heavily in front of the tall statue of the emperor. His lips trembled slightly as he began to pray silently in a low voice.

Those prayers seemed like his last cry for help in this abyss of despair, and also like his last struggle against the fate of his family.

After Seth prayed to the majestic and sacred statue of the Emperor, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he seemed to have made an extremely difficult decision.

He slowly stretched out his hand and pulled out the laser pistol that was flashing with cold light from the seemingly ordinary but hidden sharp position on his waist. The gun body exuded a deadly aura in the dim light.

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly pointed the gun at his head, as if he wanted to say his final goodbye to the world. Only with his own death could he preserve the continuation of his family.

With a dull "puff" sound, the laser bullet instantly penetrated the air and hit Seth's head. The powerful impact force caused his body to lean back suddenly.

Then with a "thump", his body fell heavily on the hard ground, making a very slight sound, as if telling the disappearance and helplessness of life.

At this moment, the surroundings fell into deathly silence. No one could imagine what kind of thrilling scene had just happened here, and no one knew how much unspeakable pain and struggle Seth had endured in his heart.

After a long time.

The oppressive atmosphere seemed to have finally been broken: "Governor, Lord Karl, have decided to hold an emergency meeting to discuss..."

The hurried footsteps of the messenger were heard again, accompanied by his loud shouts, as if to awaken the silent mansion again.

But when the herald ran into the Governor's Palace again, he saw Seth lying in front of the statue of the Emperor, with the words stuck in his throat and he could no longer speak.

"Your Majesty the Governor."