Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

"Hmm? This group of heretics has actually already conquered over twenty worlds of the Empire? The strength they have demonstrated is truly not something we can underestimate."

Bron stared at the detailed introduction given by Carl and couldn't help but murmur words with deep emotion.

Although this group of heretics had succeeded in conquering more than twenty vast worlds of the empire, Braon still did not regard them as a real major threat. However, as a soldier, Braon understood that no enemy should be underestimated, and that one must go all out when facing any enemy of the empire.

When setting out from the sacred and solemn Terra, the supreme lords attached great importance to this matter and specially dispatched the most powerful and brave Minotaur Regiment and the terrifying Man-eating Shark Regiment to join this mighty expedition fleet.

What makes Braon even more excited is that there are a large number of Astartes regiments rushing here without stopping. According to the fastest speed, it will take at most ten days for these powerful Astartes regiments to gather in the Provence star zone.

By then, in the Provans star zone, there will be an unstoppable torrent of power gathering together, and nearly twenty Astartes regiments will gather here, and this is only a part of the power.

In addition, with the help of tens of millions of brave and fearless Astra Militarum soldiers and the mysterious Mechanicus, as well as the full support of the extremely powerful Titan Legion and the famous Knight Family, these heretics can be easily eliminated.

"No... there are more than twenty worlds."

Karl's voice trembled slightly at this moment, with a hint of fear and uneasiness, as if he had a premonition of an unprecedented severe challenge that was about to be faced.

"Huh? More than twenty worlds have fallen into the hands of heretics? What's going on? Tell me clearly." Braun looked at Carl seriously.

Not only did Braum look at Carl with a serious gaze, but the rest of the navy and Astra Militarum senior officers, Astartes Space Marines, and technical priests all looked at Carl with stern eyes.

Being stared at by so many high-ranking officials with such stern eyes, Carl's body was already shaking, but he continued to report tremblingly, his finger drawing a larger circle on the star zone map:

"These heretics are now intensifying their invasion of these twenty worlds. Their goal is clear: to completely occupy this star field. By then, these heretics will have completely occupied more than fifty worlds in the empire."

"You mean to say this group of heretics is attacking twenty worlds of the Empire simultaneously?"

Bron stared at Carl intently, full of doubts about the information Carl reported.

After listening to Carl's introduction, Bron couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.

Damn these heretics! Like a pack of greedy wolves, they've brazenly invaded and occupied so many Imperial worlds! This is a blatant provocation to our military's authority, and a profound betrayal of the incomparably great Divine Emperor!

Every occupied world seems to be telling the story of the brutality and evil of heresy. They are like a cancer in the darkness, constantly eroding the foundation of the empire.

If he couldn't completely wipe out these abominable heretics this time, Braum secretly swore in his heart, he felt he would never have the face to return to sacred Terra. He knew that as a warrior of the Empire, it was his unshirkable responsibility to protect the peace and dignity of the Empire.

"Yes, just ten days ago, these twenty worlds were simultaneously attacked by a frenzied invasion of heretics, and then they flooded us with messages asking for help."

Carl's face was filled with fear, his voice trembling as he slowly recounted the details. His eyes were filled with pain and helplessness, as if the world of suffering was right before his eyes.

"So, are these twenty worlds still sending out messages for help?"

Bron's eyes were like two sharp swords, staring intently at Carl, as if trying to discern the answer. Deep down, he was filled with worry and uneasiness, fearing that these worlds had fallen into a hopeless situation.

"No, we only received that one call for help. In the past few days, we haven't received any more calls for help from them."

Carl responded bitterly, his face filled with gloom, as if he had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen.

"It seems that these twenty worlds have fallen into the control of heretics."

Braun's eyes were fixed on the map of the area near the Star Sea Galaxy, and images of those once prosperous worlds now reduced to heretical territories kept appearing in his mind.

He knew that once the heretics gained a foothold, it would be extremely difficult to drive them out. But he would never back down. He was determined to lead his men and recapture the glory and territory of the empire at all costs!

However, the strength that this group of heretics possesses now cannot be underestimated, otherwise they would not have invaded twenty worlds of the empire at the same time.

"Tell us more detailed information about this group of heretics."

Bron looked at Carl and asked again.

"No... no more intelligence. This is all the information we have collected."

Carl's whole body began to tremble even more violently, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at Bron's expression.

"what?"

As Carl expected, Bron's face turned gloomy. Bron asked coldly:

"You mean this group of heretics has been entrenched in Provance for so long, and this is all the intelligence you've gathered?"

"Yes... yes, General Bron."

Carl responded with a trembling voice, his legs softened and he knelt in front of Bron with a plop, his head lowered, not daring to move at all.

"Ok?"

The judge standing next to Bron saw Carl's appearance and turned his gaze to Chief Judge Craw who was standing in the distance. He found that Chief Judge Craw was also standing there with a pale face, his body extremely stiff, and he didn't seem to make any excuses.

"A bunch of trash, a bunch of trash who only waste the empire's resources."

Bron looked at Carl kneeling on the ground and the Provans leaders standing in the distance, and murderous intent began to boil in his heart. However, Bron, who had received a high-ranking aristocratic education, suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and said in a deep voice while looking at Carl kneeling on the ground:

"Once this operation to eliminate the heretics begins, you will lead your direct troops in launching a death charge against the heretics to atone for your sins. If you can survive this battle, it means that the Emperor has forgiven your sins and you will be demoted to an ordinary soldier, continuing to fight on the fierce front lines.

Anyone who dares to shrink from the charge will be shot."

"General Sheblon, have mercy." Carl responded in a trembling voice.