"Do not be afraid, the God Emperor will save you from this dirty world. Believe in him as a father, believe in him as your pillar, and believe that he will lead you to a better future." Sanguinius, Primarch of the Blood Angels Legion, during the First Great Crusade.
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Sanguinius and Vulkan invaded the city without any resistance; they were surprised when Braavos's soldiers did not impede their entry. They had been expecting fierce resistance, but it was the opposite.
"After all, they no longer have the determination of their ancestors." Vulkan, who was more experienced, comnted with a sarcastic tone. "But it's normal; the environnt you grow up in shapes who you will be in the future."
Sanguinius nodded, but he didn't care about the reason for the apparent surrender of the Free City of Braavos. He only cared about destroying these heretical cults
The Blood Angels Legions and the Salamanders Legion forcefully invaded the core of Braavos. The streets were flooded with Astartes in less than five minutes. At this mont, it didn't matter if the powerful families wanted to resist or not; they simply had no way to stop what was happening.
"Let's find the Sea Lord." Vulkan said as he walked towards the enormous palace. Sanguinius followed behind him with a smile, his red eyes looking around with curiosity. It was his first ti on another continent; the different architectural style was interesting.
Monts later, they stood before the palace. The two Primarchs didn't even need to enter the palace to see the Sea Lord. He was in a wheelchair surrounded by trained guards and soldiers.
Sanguinius looked at the man and saw that he would not live more than another year. Using a bit of magic, he saw through his body and observed that his liver and lungs were severely damaged.
'Poison.' Sanguinius couldn't help but think after seeing Ferrego's internal organs. The man had been poisoned, and it wasn't recent, at least decades ago.
However, Sanguinius didn't care much. What did an old man's illness have to do with him?
"Ferrego, Sea Lord of the Free City of Braavos, the Emperor has an imperial decree for the entire region of Essos." Vulkan said with a calm and majestic tone; he looked at the sick old man with an indifferent and unquestionable gaze.
Without waiting for the man's response, Vulkan continued. "From today, no other religion besides the Cult of the God Emperor of Humanity is allowed to exist. Any temple must be demolished. Any publication other than The Red Book must be burned until no copy remains. Any man or woman who does not accept the decree must be killed."
Aenar's orders to the Primarchs were simple and short.
Extinguish all religions on the planet!
Religious persecution, genocide, and destruction of entire civilizations—Aenar didn't care about the thods, only the final results. To destroy all Evil Gods, Aenar didn't mind becoming the cruelest tyrant in the planet's history.
Gods can only be killed when people stop believing in them; the simplest way to do this was to destroy temples, hunt down followers, and destroy civilizations.
Ferrego knew that things would not be simple when the Imperium's Legions arrived, but he didn't expect Aenar to be so crazy as to fight against all religions on the planet.
As if seeing the hesitation on his face, Vulkan said with a cold tone. "From today, you are no longer the Sea Lord of Braavos; this city belongs to the Imperium, and the Emperor's laws must be followed."
"A governor will soon be assigned to this city; enjoy your early retirent, Lord Ferrego." Said Vulkan as he simply dismissed one of the most powerful n in Essos as if he were any commoner.
Ferrego's eyes widened in complete disbelief. He never thought the Imperium would be so authoritarian; he was simply thrown out of the center of power in Essos for nothing and like a beggar on the street.
"You have no authority over this city. My ancestors created it to escape the Valyrians, and we will not accept being governed by the descendants of the n who enslaved us." Ferrego said with a cold, murderous, and even insane tone. He was already dying and had no fear of death.
When Ferrego said this, Sanguinius moved. He appeared in front of him and said with a cold tone. "Since you chose to be a heretic, you will act as the Emperor's Laws demand."
"Any heretic must be purified to ascend to a pure and clean heaven, free of any dirt." Sanguinius said as he held Ferrego's head; he simply used the white flas.
In the past, his flas did not have the power to consu the flesh and blood of a normal human, but Sanguinius had expanded the concept of the purification of his white flas. After all, evil was not simply astral but could also be physical. Besides, his point of view determined whether soone was pure or impure.
ARRHGGGGG!!!!!!!!
An agonizing and terrified roar escaped Ferrego's mouth as he was burned alive. He fell from his wheelchair and rolled on the floor, trying to extinguish the flas burning his body, but how could Sanguinius's flas be so easy to put out?
The soldiers were shocked and watched the Sea Lord of Braavos, one of the most powerful n in Essos, being burned alive. The worst thing was that they could do nothing before the Astartes who prevented their advance.
Sanguinius no longer cared about Ferrego, who was still screaming madly; he turned and spoke to his brother with a calm expression. "Brother, let's begin the conquest of the city."
Vulkan nodded and took a red orb from a wooden box brought by so Astartes
Infusing magic into the red orb, he calmly watched as the red orb ascended towards the sky in an instant. The next second, the city that was once in darkness lit up.
The citizens looked at the sky in complete shock. They never thought they would see the sun again. Even if it was a red sun, they opened their arms and accepted the warmth, dissipating the terrible cold that surrounded the environnt.
While many enjoyed the warmth of the red sun, they couldn't see it, but an extrely thin line coming from Westeros connected with the Red Sun in Braavos, and the Artificial Sun shone even more intensely.
Feeling that the city was under the Emperor's grace, Vulkan looked at Sanguinius and said in a deep tone. "I will take care of the city's internal affairs; you are responsible for the purge."
Sanguinius slamd his fist against his armor and spoke loudly. "For the God Emperor!"
"For the God Emperor!"
"For the God Emperor!"
"For the God Emperor!"
The Astartes responded loudly, making the city tremble with the loud and powerful voices of the superhuman beings. Vulkan repeated the motto of all Astartes legions and looked at Sanguinius with a solemn gaze.
"Be careful, brother; these evil gods will not stand idly by watching their religions disappear." Vulkan spoke with a calm tone. Even a cornered rabbit would bite, much less gods
"I know." Sanguinius knew the purge would not be easy, but he didn't care. He wanted the mission to be difficult; easy missions never brought the pleasure of battle.
"My legion." Sanguinius looked at the Blood Angels Legion and spoke loudly. "Start hunting the heretics!"
"Our first target is the House of Black and White, heretical worshipers of the god of death!" Sanguinius's voice spread everywhere. The eyes of all Astartes could not be more serious.
"Death to the Heretics!" They spoke as they pointed their weapons upwards.
Sanguinius showed a satisfied look and walked towards the city with a smile on his face. The Astartes faithfully followed their Primarch and marched in order and discipline.
Turning back to look at the soldiers of the Sea Lord of Braavos, Vulkan said with a cold tone. "Whoever does not want to be killed, kneel and pray to the God Emperor of Humanity."
However, no one responded to Vulkan; everyone looked furiously at the gigantic man with murderous expressions. These n had been trained since childhood by Ferrego; they had great loyalty and gratitude towards the Sea Lord. How could they kneel and pray to a savage god?
Seeing this, Vulkan did not hesitate and indifferently decreed. "Kill them all."
The Astartes of the Salamanders Legion did not hesitate and began the massacre against the soldiers of the Sea Lord of Braavos.
Looking at the gigantic city, even larger than King's Landing, Vulkan murmured to himself.
"For the eternal glory of the God Emperor."
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