Omiya III.
As the third moon of a gas giant named Omiya, Omiya III's small size could not support a large population.
So when a sword-class frigate plunged into it, trailing thick smoke, almost all eyes in the only small Hive City turned towards it.
Soon, on the barren land, much like other Hive Worlds, a convoy kicked up clouds of dust, rushing frantically towards the crash site.
And when the convoy saw the warship under the billowing smoke, the joy of striking gold had not yet risen before it plummeted with the sudden red glow of emergency brakes.
The man in the leading off-road vehicle took out his binoculars and looked again, disbelieving, then his eyes widened abruptly, and he exclaimed into the intercom:
"Wait! How are there still survivors inside?!"
A sudden burst of exclamations and noise erupted from the intercom, with many even opening their car doors and standing up, looking over with similar disbelief.
After all, with such a violent crash, they couldn't imagine what kind of people could have survived.
And when they confirmed that a group of black figures truly stood beneath the billowing smoke of the wrecked warship, some fearful voices began to emerge from the intercom:
"Could it be Xenos?!"
At these words, the previously noisy intercom fell silent instantly.
Everyone stiffened briefly, then simultaneously looked behind them.
In a specially modified armored car, a young low-ranking noblewoman also struggled, gazing at the warship ahead, which likely contained a large amount of supplies.
Finally, under the gaze of the convoy, the noblewoman repeatedly confirmed before picking up the intercom:
"Approach them. As far as I know, Xenos are not black."
The convoy felt slightly relieved, but then, seeing the black figures who had already looked over and clearly noticed them, the convoy members' hearts tightened again.
After all, whether they were Xenos or even humans, a group of people who had survived such an ordeal seemed quite sinister no matter how one looked at it.
Soon, as the first car growled forward with gritted teeth, the convoy cautiously approached the black figures.
And the black figures, upon noticing them, also stood up.
When a group of Imperial soldiers, dressed in fully sealed combat suits and armed with finely crafted lasguns, appeared in their sight.
The intercom in the convoy buzzed, and the initial tension finally dissipated.
At the same time, the noblewoman's vehicle accelerated and drove to the front.
The car stopped, and the noblewoman excitedly stepped out, but what met her eyes were the unfamiliar shoulder patches on the soldiers and the strange ashes continuously pouring out from the warship behind them, like quicksand.
The corpses of Warp Daemons turned into ash upon entering the real universe, and only now, with the crash of the warship, did they flow onto this land.
And if a certain Inquisitor could stand here and witness this scene, the shock they would experience would probably exceed the awe of psychic prophecies.
After all, it was unheard of for a warship to kill so many Warp Daemons that its entire interior was filled with daemon ash.
One must know that even a sword-class frigate measures in kilometers!
However, the noblewoman did not know any of this; she merely looked curiously at this silent group of unfamiliar Astra Militarum soldiers and the ashes gradually piling up into a small hill behind them.
Maintaining her noble etiquette as much as possible, the noblewoman politely spoke in High Gothic, a language that proved her noble birth:
"Respected sirs, did you crash here during a battle with Xenos?"
With strong anticipation, it seemed that even just hearing that the Imperial Army was still fighting Xenos would be extremely exhilarating for them.
The noblewoman, looking at the clearly battle-scarred warship, even had a flushed face:
"Our local Astropathic Choir sent out many distress calls some time ago, requesting that the sector send even just some Planetary Defense Force troops from other worlds."
"But I didn't expect..."
The noblewoman's face grew gloomier as she spoke, eventually turning into complete astonishment, unable to continue.
After all, when she surveyed the group and found only about two thousand people, even if they were not Planetary Defense Force but more elite Astra Militarum, she couldn't feel any joy.
After a long silence, perhaps fearing an awkward pause or even conflict, the noblewoman forced a smile:
"Excuse me, are you Planetary Defense Force reinforcements sent from nearby?"
The noblewoman asked awkwardly, but the Black Watch did not respond. Instead, they glanced at the noblewoman, confirmed she posed no threat, and slowly moved aside.
Seeing them make way, the noblewoman knew that the true leader of this force was appearing, and she was about to force a more sincere smile on her face, but when the figure behind the group emerged, it made the noblewoman and all the locals gasp in cold air.
Many even knelt down.
Did they see Sith? No, they saw Davi Luo.
"The... the God-Emperor has finally sent his angels!"
The crowd was excited and surprised, and even the noblewoman was too shocked to speak. She tried to suppress her trembling body, wanting to show the utmost reverence, but Davi Luo merely glanced at the Mortals before him and also silently moved to the side.
Noblewoman: "???"
Still moving aside?
The noblewoman's eyes widened as she looked over, then saw Sith behind Davi Luo, familiarizing himself with his new weapon, the red sword.
And upon seeing Sith, the noblewoman's expression grew even more astonished.
After all, even as a minor, insignificant noble, she knew that the gilded silver armor and crimson longsword on Sith were absolutely unthinkable existences.
Feeling the inexplicable frenzy from the red sword that went straight to her soul, and realizing it was a legendary blessed weapon, the noblewoman even felt an urge to kneel.
After all, this sword alone would be enough to buy ten Omiya IIIs.
Of course, in the eyes of someone with a little more discerning taste, that number would jump to a thousand.
And for someone who truly understood its value, it would be...
"What sword? I've never seen it, and you shouldn't ask about it again!"
"Oh, and by the way, the Inquisition seemed to be looking for you just now!"
The noblewoman, of course, didn't know any of this. She merely speculated wildly about Sith's true identity, while Sith approached, scrutinized the noblewoman and the local people, thought for a moment, and then smiled:
"Planetary Defense Force?"
"We... could be considered that."
The noblewoman was astonished, while Davi Luo rolled his eyes internally.
Although Sith's words weren't entirely wrong, as he indeed originated from the Planetary Defense Force.
But the question was, which Planetary Defense Force could fight through Alert Star, then jump into the vengeful spirit, hack their way through, and jump out again?
And finally, even personally fought in the Warp for two months, to the point that Khorne was delighted and showered him with blessings!
Even when leaving the Warp, others had to find their own way, but this kid was personally sent out by the God-Emperor.
Of course, looking at the reactions of these locals, the place where the God-Emperor sent him might not be very good either.
But no matter how bad it was, Davi Luo didn't believe it could be worse than Alert Star!
However, Davi Luo's expression slightly froze at this thought. He carefully looked at the strangely expressive crowd before him, and based on his understanding of the God-Emperor, hesitation gradually appeared in his eyes:
"It should be..."
"No, right...?"
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