Chapter 257 The Rise of the Primarch: City of Tears

Crying echoed in the streets, and tears flowed from the eyes like a collapsed barrier lake. The whole city was shrouded in haze again. The streets were full of people crying. They were not crying because of their genes.

The Primarch Roboute Guilliman was gone and wept.

They cry because of the abominable plague, the plague of tears, as the people of the five hundred worlds now call it. When you are infected with this mysterious plague, you will cry involuntarily, and the cry will be like echoing in the

Like the echoes in the dark streets, one after another.

Vito walked on the streets of Kohal. He had been observing here for two days. As expected by Vito, this damn epidemic was definitely fighting against the guerrillas again. Guilliman had just left not three days ago.

The disease came back again, suddenly and without warning.

Many people may have relapsed. Crying filled the city overnight. The method of transmission of this disease is still a mystery. Vito has not yet received any answers. He walked on the street carefully wearing a gas mask on his face.

shuttled through the ground.

The streets of Kohal are full of weeping people. Their voices echo in every corner of the city of Kohal, passing through the cliff space between cities, just like the legendary female ghost in the fog.

The ghost cries.

Vito looked at these people. Sitting on the roadside was a man with pale eyes who had been blinded by crying. But even so, tears continued to fall from the corners of his eyes, and his sobs echoed softly in the end.

Those fanatical believers walked the streets, beating themselves or each other with whips to seek the protection of the Emperor and Guilliman. These whipping monks appeared in groups, and the banners of the Emperor's icons were flying.

They were at the front of the queue, and in the queue there was a constant sound of whips being raised and the cracks of whips hitting the skin.

Vito looked at them in confusion, looking at the bruises, redness, and scars left on their bodies. It was difficult for him to understand how this logical way of thinking came about. Why did they think they could be saved by whipping themselves? They thought they could get salvation by whipping themselves.

What is the emperor? Shake S?

And even if they are really shaking, such as Vito's dear Lilith, they probably won't bless them, but just like watching a wonderful show, expecting them to beat themselves harder.

Yes, these methods don't work. Although there is currently no cure for the Plague of Tears, from Vito's investigations and visits over the past few days, he can make it clear that the fatality rate of this plague is not high.

Except for those who can't bear it and commit suicide due to depression or other reasons, this epidemic will not cause serious casualties. I mean, even if you are blind, it will not cause your own death, right? You can still eat

, drink water and sleep, yes, can still sleep.

This is Vito's surprising discovery. Even if you cry into tears, you can still fall asleep. This method is probably similar to how a child will fall asleep when he is tired of crying. For most Nurgle viruses, this plague

It looks very weird, more like a joke or a game.

Vito walked on the street. He emerged from the narrow alley full of weepers. There were also a large number of weepers walking aimlessly on the avenue on the edge of the city of Korhal. The whipping monks gathered here.

forming a long river, their destination is the cathedral at the end.

But except for these monks, most of the people wandered around meaninglessly, crying and wailing, muttering words, praying and reciting words from the Emperor's Book of Sacred Words.

Vito could see that most of them were not religious at ordinary times. They stuttered their sentences, but needed to glance at the booklet in their hands from time to time to understand the next sentence. But this is how human beings are.

When disaster strikes, you will involuntarily seek faith, a stronger faith that you can rely on.

But not everyone is like this. Vito stood under the huge obelisk on the side of the street and looked forward. On the street, groups of law enforcement officers from the Ministry of Justice were leading the defense forces to maintain order. They were all wearing uniforms and uniforms.

The airtight military coats, cuffs, collars and trouser legs were all tied up, a gas mask was worn on the face, and a steel helmet was worn on the head.

From the perspective of a bystander, they looked like the Krieg Death Army had sent troops here. Although Vito felt that it was useless for the Kriegs to come. After all, those warriors who were not afraid of death could not cope with this.

A mysterious disease.

The soldiers of the National Defense Forces wore gas masks, and from time to time there was a low and sharp breathing sound from the exhalation valve. Laser guns were held in their hands. These soldiers wearing military boots walked on the streets, led by law enforcement officers from time to time.

Disperse and arrest fanatic believers who gather in the streets to cause trouble.

Vito witnessed such an arrest. He looked towards the high platform not far away. There was a monk standing on the steps beside the fountain. He was wearing a white robe and holding up a book of sacred texts in his hand. His enthusiastic voice

Then he shouted with the sound of crying.

"This is all your fault! You believed in the Lord Macragge, but you did not believe in the Emperor! You relied too much on his glory and refused to believe! Now that Macragge has left, you have been punished. The Emperor

The emperor’s punishment!”

"This plague is his spur, spurring us to believe in him and obey him. He is the only god in the galaxy. Only by believing in him can we be saved."

The monk shouted, and the fanatics who were watching below him shouted. They were crying and praying and praising loudly. The fanatical monk pointed to the statue of Guilliman not far away in the center of the avenue, where the Lord of Macragge stood.

A carriage was pulled by dozens of horses and soared into the sky like the king of the gods.

The fanatical monk waved the Holy Book in his hand, his pupils were bloodshot, and he shouted in a hysterical voice, "Only the emperor's icon is the salvation, destroy him! Destroy his statue, let the only true God stand.

With Yu Keha, we can be saved!"

The believers were encouraged to rush towards the statue of Guilliman with fanaticism, and they used all means to try to destroy him. It was really ironic. The day before yesterday, they were still praising Guilliman's redemption and arrival, but now it seems that Guilliman is a heretic.

Similar.

Vito looked at them with a wry smile. Those stupid guys were like nooses, hammers and everything they could find on the roadside destroyed the statues. The broken stone statues poured down a lot of rubble, and the horse's head was smashed. The man standing on the battlefield

Guilliman in the car was also put on a noose and was about to be pulled down.

The sound of sirens sounded on the street. Vito turned to look at the law enforcement officers and SADF soldiers rushing from the other side. Dozens of soldiers and special service officers from the Ministry of Justice rushed into the crowd with batons and electric shock batons. Law enforcement officers in coats

They drove away and attacked those stupid fanatics.

The Guards soldiers knocked the man holding the rope to the ground. Several people immediately went up, pushed him to the ground and handcuffed him. The crowd was in chaos, batons flashing with electric arcs were waving in the crowd, and the whipped people were shouting.

A scream of pain.

But the fanatics were still high-spirited, and the monk behind them held up the Holy Book and continued to encourage the crowd. He shouted loudly and praised the emperor's great achievements.

"Why are you blocking us, you hypocritical arbiters, we are for the glory of the Emperor, only in this way can we be saved! Take down the statues! Devout believers, take down the statues!" He shouted hysterically to encourage the crowd.

After a day of fighting with the Guards, the weeping fanatics fought with the soldiers, batons and various improvised weapons clashing with each other.

The fanatics relied on their numerical superiority to overwhelm the guards. The soldiers were knocked to the ground and kicked and punched. The law enforcement officer on the other side barely broke through the encirclement. He used the riot control training he had received to rush out. The man in black

The law enforcement officer ran to the recently arrived Guardsmen at the other end of the street.

I saw the man yelling something to the officers on the Chimera personnel carrier. The guard officer wearing a tank cap immediately raised his arms and shouted forward. The Chimera armored vehicle turned and drove towards the chaotic believers. One of them

The cultists climbed onto the statue and were about to break Guilliman's head with a crowbar.

But before he could do anything, he was shot. The Guards soldier sitting on the Chimera personnel carrier shot him with a laser gun. The man was immediately pierced by a red light bullet and fell to the ground. Suppression changed.

It became a bloody massacre.

A large number of armed Guardsmen jumped out of the Chimera, and a Guards platoon following the armored vehicle also immediately deployed. The soldiers formed a long straight line on the street. As they advanced, they raised their laser guns to aim and shoot.

The blazing red light shot mercilessly at the fanatical believers who were kicking the fallen soldiers.

A large number of zealots fell to the ground after being shot by laser guns, and their corpses were riddled with steaming holes. The Guards soldiers moved forward with the Chimera, running over the streets with their tracks, killing them with the continuous flash of laser beams on both sides.

and dispersed the pilgrims.

Vito watched the fanatical monk being beaten into a hornet's nest by dozens of guns. He fell to the ground with a crash, and the Book of Holy Scripture in his hand fell into the smoking corpse. It seemed that the emperor he longed for did not help him, probably

I think he is too stupid, after all, he looks like an idiot.

Guard soldiers walked into the pile of corpses with laser guns. Some went to pull up their comrades who had fallen on the ground. They helped the wounded soldiers towards the direction of the Chimera personnel carrier, while others stepped over with guns in hand.

Corpses were shot one after another at the still twitching mob to ensure that they were truly dead this time.

This bloody massacre caused the streets to be blocked. Vito admired the local response speed. It only took them less than three minutes to block off the streets. There were three or four Chimera troop carriers parked on the avenue leading to the port.

, there were also many troop transport trucks. Under the instructions of the officers, the Guards blocked the streets and set up cordons and roadblocks for control.

Vito leaned against the obelisk and looked at the blockade in front of him in distress. He looked at the soldiers with live ammunition and looked confused. But just as Vito showed distress, a man wearing an aerospace captain's coat appeared.

Appeared next to him, the guy with a gold tooth in his mouth smiled and looked ahead.

"It looks like the situation is not good. Some idiots caused the street to be blocked." The captain said with a grin, while Vito shrugged and showed some helplessness.

"Indeed, the Guards blocked the street. It seems that we and others are trapped here, Captain." Vito sighed helplessly, and the Captain laughed and put his hands on his hips, "I take it you don't want to be trapped here, right?"

You want to get out of here, get out of this damn place like everyone else."

"You may be right, Captain, I guess you are also preparing to leave, aren't you? The captain of the airship will not stay on the ground all the time." Vito leaned against the stone pillar and said with a smile, and the captain also laughed and patted him.

Smiling on his sleeves.

"That's right, I'm ready to leave too. I guess you are right too?" The captain faced Vito jokingly, showing the gold teeth in his mouth. There was something in his words that Vito could hear, and he probably knew what this guy wanted to say.

Vito decided to take advantage of the trick. He shrugged and spread his hands slightly, "Indeed, I am also a businessman and a rogue trader." "Ah, yes, I can tell that your accent is not local. Where do you come from."

"Far, far away, in the solar star field." Vito said naturally. In a sense, this sentence is indeed correct. After all, Vito was born in Terra and flew from Terra to the Milky Way.

This is not a lie either.

"Haha, then you have come really far, flying across half of the galaxy. I guess it must be a big deal, just like what I want to do." The captain laughed, and Vito nodded politely in response.

"It was indeed a big deal. I made a lot of money, but I have to transport the goods back to make another profit. But unfortunately, it looks like we are trapped here."

Vito pretended to sigh with regret, and as expected, the captain immediately put his hands on his hips and chuckled. The gold teeth in his mouth shone in the sun, making his face look so confident, "Not necessarily.

I think we have a way to leave, leave now, it just requires you to pay a small price."

Vito smiled and spread his hands, "I hope the price is not too high and there is a reasonable explanation, Captain." "Of course, of course, we are all businessmen, and we don't want to play with those vain people. I will tell you

your."

The captain pointed to the blockade in the distance. An officer was walking in front of the guards to lecture. He was holding a laser gun and yelling at a group of people to put the sandbags immediately. Vito looked at the arrogant officer. He looked like

They are classic local aristocratic officers, very annoying, but because of their prominent family backgrounds, it is difficult for the guards to deal with them, and they can only turn a blind eye to the bad things they do.
To be continued...