Chapter 34 Political Commissar Yarrick

Sebastian Yarrick, the loyal political commissar from Zhongsi College, has never been as angry as today. After those green-skinned beasts easily broke through the space defense of Armageddon and dropped countless junk satellites and those orcs on the surface of the planet of Armageddon, the governor in charge of the entire planet's defense and with the highest command, Hermann von Stubb, still responded with the naive idea of ​​using the planetary defense force to repel these orcs.

Political Commissar Yarrick after being injured, this chapter is about Political Commissar Yarrick before being injured

With the crisp sound of his military boots stepping on the ground without concealing his anger, Yarrick used his angry eyes that were enough to scare people to death to force back a governor's guard who wanted to come over to stop him. He lifted his heavy military boots and kicked open the luxurious door of the governor's hall.

With a bang, the door was kicked open by this powerful kick, and everything in the wide hall stopped with a huge sound.

Yarrick looked at the scene in the hall, and felt that his blood vessels were about to burst with anger, and he felt that his temples were beating.

Several large tables covered with snow-white silk tablecloths filled the hall, and hundreds of modified slaves were flying in the air, constantly delivering various dishes and drinks, replacing those that had been eaten one or several bites.

Those nobles and officials in the upper echelons of the hive, dressed gorgeously and vainly like peacocks seeking a mate, raised their glasses and congratulated von Stubb on his "excellent command" with hypocritical laughter. But it was obvious that the attention of these well-mannered and hypocritical nobles had been attracted by the sound of Yarrick kicking the door. They stopped raising their glasses and turned their heads to look at Yarrick in military uniform.

Yarrick looked at the food on the table that he couldn't name and couldn't see the ingredients at all, and he just felt absurd and ridiculous. He tried his best to rectify the production line at the front line and send as many supplies as possible to the front line to meet the needs of the soldiers. But what did he send? I don't know how many times the purified water has been filtered and circulated, exuding a bitter taste, and those ration bars that tasted tasteless.

But even these things were precious food that the fearless soldiers rushed through the blockade of the greenskins' bullets and rain, and sent with their bodies and blood. More soldiers suffered from the greenskins' artillery fire in the front-line positions, searching for anything possible in the mud and ruins to fill their empty stomachs.

And these damn nobles, God Emperor! Yarrick really wanted to shoot these fat pigs who only knew how to enjoy luxury. The calories eaten by any one of them were enough to supply the needs of an entire class.

"Ah, Commissar Yarrick, what's the matter with you?" Von Straub's infuriating and arrogant tone sounded in the quiet hall.

"I want to ask you, Governor, have you sent a distress signal to the top leaders of the Empire?"

"Are you kidding me, you little commissar? This is Armageddon. The number of armored vehicles produced here every month is so large that it would scare you to death. Oh my God, I doubt whether you have fulfilled your duties as a commissar. I believe that those loyal planetary defense forces will complete their counterattack mission very well." Von Straub's insult caused laughter to break out in the hall. The nobles took out their small fans to cover half of their faces and looked at Yarick at the door with contempt.

"Do you know how critical the situation is at the front? Are you even thinking about counterattack now!?"

"This is just my plan. No matter how arrogant those greenskins are, they will eventually fall at the feet of our sacred and great Titan Legion."

"But according to reports from the front, a large number of Titans have also appeared in the greenskin troops. We must..."

"You don't think that the rough greenskins can make anything good? Those things made of scrap copper and iron can't shake the void shield of the God Machine at all."

Listening to von Straub's confident and arrogant views, the anger in Yarick's heart was replaced by a great sadness and irony. If those soldiers who fought bravely on the front knew that their governor was such a stupid pighead, I wonder if they would turn their guns around and send him to the stake first and then deal with those greenskins.

"Since you have made your decision, I won't say much. I have one last question. What should we do with the dishes that have been replaced?"

"You mean those? Those dishes are no longer fresh. Our glorious family and proper etiquette will not allow us to eat those cheap foods that have gone bad."

Looking at von Straub, who looked as if it was his due, Yarrick thought for a long time about what went bad. In his impression, the things that went bad were those that had rotted and had maggots. Not to mention eating them, even if you took off your mask and smelled them from a distance, you would feel extremely disgusted.

But in Yarrick's opinion, these things were just made in the kitchen and were no longer as hot as before, but they were considered inedible and spoiled by the damn nobles like von Straub.

Fuck the nobles! Fuck the traditions and honors. Are you insects more glorious than those warriors fighting bloody battles on the front line? You guys who are protected in the high spires of the hive are as weak as a newborn chick. Even those thugs who have done all kinds of bad things in the lower-level hive gangs are closer to the Golden Throne than you guys.

The angry Yarrick could not suppress his anger and contempt for them, so he took out his bolter and fired at von Straub.

The roar of the explosion made the nobles panic and hide under the table to save their lives. The tall chair behind von Straub was blown to pieces by the bomb, and wood chips mixed with metal fragments fell all over his body. He covered his broken ears and yelled at Yarrick with a flushed face: "Are you attacking a loyal imperial official! Do you want to rebel!"

Looking at von Straub's ugly appearance, Yarrick calmed down instead, "No, Governor, my bolter is just a little unhappy."

"Catch him! Catch him!"

Several guards in gorgeous full-body armor rushed out from the corner of the hall at the governor's order and surrounded Yarrick, who was wearing a political commissar coat. Compared to these gorgeous, shiny and brand new guards, the heavy commissar coat on Yarrick looked like a piece of rags dug out of a clothing donation box.

The guard pulled out the high-voltage rod in his hand, making a crackling sound and a strange smell of lightning hitting the air.

Yarrick silently drew out the power sword at his waist and confronted these guards.

"What are you waiting for! If you can't catch him, all of you go to the front line!"

In the governor's repeated roars, these hesitant guards finally made up their minds to attack a loyal commissar of the empire.

These attacks were so slow and powerless in Yarrick's eyes. These guards who had never experienced battles and life-and-death struggles only practiced their skills on those immobile dummies and virtual images. They didn't know how to kill a real enemy at all.

The power sword in his right hand quickly blocked the attack of these electric rods. It seems that these electric rods flashing dangerous currents are also equipped with power devices to a certain extent, ensuring that they will not be decomposed and broken by Yarrick's power sword.

But Yarrick's strength was still not comparable to these embroidered pillows. With a force of his right hand, he pushed the electric baton out, then raised the bolt pistol in his left hand and shot at the guard's wide-open chest.

These armors may have better defense capabilities against shooting from other weapons, and can even block one or two shooting from the bolt. But unfortunately, it was too close to Yarrick's muzzle, and the fully accelerated bolt slid out of the barrel. The small rocket engine on the bolt pushed the deadly warhead into the guard's chest, blasting the armor and his internal organs into pieces.

However, the excellent protective ability of the armor still gave the guard a complete body, so that he would not be blown into a ball of blood mist and minced meat under the shooting of the bolt.

The fall of one guard was not enough to shake the determination of the other guards to attack, and the remaining guards also launched an attack together, blocking any possible dodge of Yarrick.

Yarrick's power sword did not stop at all. He was at ease in the siege of several electric batons, blocking them one by one, then adjusting his body shape, raising his legs and kicking a guard away. The original formation of the siege suddenly had a flaw. Yarrick took advantage of this flaw to first cut down a guard who had no time to dodge, and then turned around and pierced a guard who intended to sneak attack him.

At such a close distance, he didn't even need to aim too much, just a general direction to pull the trigger in his hand. This felt the anger in Yarrick's heart. The explosive gun soul fired bullets efficiently and ruthlessly, and the blood plasma and internal organs from the gap in the armor splashed on Yarrick.

The guards who besieged him all fell to the ground, and blood gushed out from the incisions and muzzles. The smell of blood mixed with the aroma of the dishes made the nobles retch. Von Straub, who was sitting in the center of the hall, looked at Yarrick with a ferocious face.

"I'm going to throw you to the most dangerous place to die! To die!"

"You could wish for nothing more."

After leaving behind this extremely cold remark, Yarrick didn't even bother to communicate with these insects, and walked out of the hall without looking back.