Starting from the Planetary Governor

Chapter 1435: Chapter 814

The industrial core of Luku Star, steaming with toxic miasma, the hum of the power armor’s built-in breathing system was particularly clear in the deathly silence.

This is a world located in the Yadan Cosmos Domain, at the forefront of the Dark Side Expedition. While this planet faces the problem of isolation, a Beastman fleet has invaded this world.

After decades of breeding, the Beastman problem on this planet has become quite severe.

But the addition of Beastmen, instead, alleviated Luku Star’s Chaos corruption problem. The local Chaos Cultists-generated rebels, Beastman Warlords, and loyalists have engaged in prolonged battles around the planet’s highly productive industrial areas.

After establishing contact with the Loyalist Faction, the Alliance repeatedly dispatched ground troops and space vessels, hoping to simultaneously wipe out the Beastmen and Chaos Rebel Army, but after six months of fighting, they have not been successful.

Following further evaluation, the severity level of this planet has been upgraded multiple times, eventually attracting significant attention from the Southern Command.

A new army group has been sent over.

Just this one army group by itself isn’t sufficient to solve the problem. But if you add a unit of Interstellar Warriors, then it’s a different story.

And the Interstellar Warriors leading the team are from the Oath of Remembrance.

Mirorilla’s combat boots crushed the last alien skull, and the scarlet cranial fluid froze into ice crystals on the surface of the ceramic steel. He looked toward orbit, where the outlines of four escort ships were faintly visible outside the gray-white atmosphere—these were the Alliance’s “supporting combat” observers.

“Great Mentor, purification protocol completed.” A hoarse electronic voice came through the communication channel, as Chief Intelligence Director Uther emerged from the shadows of the ruins, his bone-white think tank armor stained with charred blood and flesh, “But you shouldn’t personally participate in such clearing missions.”

Mirorilla remained stern and unsmiling.

He could smell a faint fragrance under the think tank robe, a scent mark that only members of the Blood Oath Ring could identify. When the Battle Group Leader opened the private frequency, the darkened gold wing insignia inside the think tank’s chest armor suddenly glowed faintly—the ancient symbol of the Fallen Angel Hunter.

“Let’s talk in the Confession Room.” Mirorilla turned and walked toward the half-collapsed chapel, broken stained glass cutting his shadow into mottled bloodstains.

They crossed the bronze gate melted by the ion cannon, and in the depth of the stone chamber engraved with cryptic symbols, twelve holographic projections had been waiting for a long time.

“Inner Circle all present.” The projection of Chief Priest Casim was the first to speak, currently leading the third company on another Alliance mission in the border Star Sector, “According to Sealed Hunter’s brothers’ secret report, black armor remnants were discovered at the bottom layer of Gamma VII Star’s Nest Capital.”

The holographic image suddenly switched, showing a blurred battlefield record of a giant in black power armor being shot in the left shoulder by a plasma beam. Mirorilla’s neural interface transmitted a sharp pain—a fractured shoulder armor where the eviscerated Imperial Aquila was engraved.

“By the Emperor!” One projection grew excited, “This emblem… belongs to the Fallen Ones…”

“Silence!” Mirorilla’s heavy fist smashed onto the stone table, “Uther, verify the intelligence level.”

The Intelligence Director took out a crystal skull from under his robe, as a blue flame shot from its eye sockets, the twelve projections simultaneously kneeled on one knee. “Confirmed through the Holy Skull’s spiritual energy resonance, the gene sequence of the armor fragment matches the defector we found thirty years ago.”

In the flames appeared the gene spiral map, a red-marked base pair made Mirorilla’s pupil contract—it was the unique mutation mark of the progeny of the Death Angel.

Suddenly, one projection flickered: “The battle group currently has 237 trustworthy Blood Oath brothers, 443 outer layer members, 288 Alliance mongrels… recommend deploying the seventh tactical team under the guise of eliminating Chaos remnants to head to Gamma VII.”

“Not enough.” Mirorilla’s fingers etched deep grooves on the stone table, “We need at least two hundred Blood Oath brothers, also the Redemption Sword from the Holy Relic Library.”

“But the Alliance seized our heavy equipment bay under the guise of ’unified logistics’ three months ago.”

Dead silence cloaked the stone chamber.

Uther’s power armor servos emitted a sharp grinding noise: “Those new bloods the Alliance inserted… yesterday three more were promoted to Battle Team Captain. Outer layer brothers report they are secretly investigating the genetic seed storage room.”

Casim Priest’s projection suddenly split into two images—this was a sign of him performing a mental suggestion on an outer layer member in reality.

“Great Mentor, perhaps the time has come to decide. Let outer layer brothers continue to play the obedient dogs of the Alliance. We will head to Gamma VII with the Holy Artifacts and Blood Oath brothers.”

One person spoke: “But abandoning the home planet fortress means giving up our underground sanctuary we have operated for hundreds of years! Those penitent prisons, genetic scrolls…”

“Exactly what we will leave for the Alliance.” Mirorilla stood up, chains of the penitent clinking behind him, “When they find the ’coincidentally’ stored evidence of collaboration with Chaos in the sanctuary… when the outer brothers grudgingly admitted their deception… when the Tribunal’s hyenas pounce on us like they’ve smelled rotten meat, it will affirm our ’fallen’ state… Only then can we truly escape.”

“The Alliance is unlikely to discover the Inner Circle, the mongrels they inserted still know nothing. But why, from the Alliance’s center to Gu Hang, do they seem determined to target us?”

“Do not underestimate him, perhaps he has some special methods.”

“I agree with the Great Mentor’s order, we carry the highest secret, and it must never leak to the outside world. If this continues, the secret can’t be preserved sooner or later.”