"Hundreds of thousands of nobles voluntarily signed up to repay the Imperium and the God-Emperor's grace with their lives, fighting to the death against the Tyranids, buying us time for our retreat—"
General Ross, reading the report, twitched his eyelids violently, veins bulging on his forehead. Finally, he threw down the document with a helpless expression and cast a speechless glance at the young man in front of him.
"Do you really think that massacring so many nobles and using this excuse will fool the Department of the Interior and the High Lords?"
Voluntarily signing up, repaying the God-Emperor with their lives, fighting the Tyranid to the death, buying time for civilian retreat—
Only a ghost would believe that!
Do you really think the Imperium's higher-ups wouldn't know what kind of scoundrels these nobles are?!
"Is there a problem?" Weiland sat in his chair, completely unfazed. He thought for a moment and added, "Oh, right, add another line. Say they felt unworthy of the God-Emperor's trust and wished to defend the Imperium's territory and the nobility's honor with their blood, living up to the name of Terra."
"...Are you sure anyone will believe that?"
General Ross' mouth twitched. He knew, even without thinking, that this excuse was too crude!
How could those nobles, who were normally so greedy and only knew how to indulge in pleasure, possibly make such a righteous decision?
Unless their brains had been eaten by an Ogryn!
"Who doesn't believe it? Who dares not to believe it?"
Weiland glanced at him and said indifferently, "If I say it is, then it is. If it's not, it still has to be. You write the report, I'll approve it, the Dante, the Lord of Angels will sign it, and the Regent will stamp it. Who dares to say they weren't voluntary? If they have the guts, let them come over and say it to my face!"
On this matter, he believed he had done nothing wrong. Not to mention the Department of the Interior or the Inquisition, even the High Lords couldn't find fault with him!
If he really got angry, he would go and complain!
Who doesn't know how to complain? He would directly complain to the Regent and the Yellow Skins, and see whose backing was stronger!
""...That truly is, too loyal.""
General Ross thought about it. It seemed he really didn't need to worry too much; this young man had terrifyingly strong backing!
At this thought, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up wildly, almost unable to suppress his laughter. His entire face turned purple from holding it in, looking extremely bizarre.
He had long disliked those nobles. Now that things had turned out this way, he was too happy to refuse.
Loyalty, too loyal!
This wave definitely deserves praise; it was finally a chance to vent his anger. Those damned parasites, even in their dying moments, had made a small contribution to the Imperium!
"Oh, right, I almost forgot one of the most important things." Weiland suddenly leaned in and whispered, "Although I believe that as nobles, they should have the awareness to sacrifice their lives for the God-Emperor, but just to be safe, I think it's best to install self-destruct bombs on them. That way, even if they can't stop the Tyranid swarm, they can at least cause some damage to the Tyranid and die with some value, don't you think?"
General Ross gasped, looking at Weiland in horror, thinking, "Isn't this kid a bit too ruthless?"
"What? You don't think I'm too cruel, do you?" Weiland looked at General Ross, who remained silent for a long time, somewhat surprised. "Aren't you a Planetary General? You should do this kind of thing often, right?"
"I'm not! I didn't! Don't spread rumors!"
General Ross denied it three times in a row, with a look of disgust.
"I would never do such an inhuman thing."
Inhuman—Weiland was speechless. He felt like the old man was criticizing him indirectly. Is that how you talk about the Emperor?
"Cough, cough—" Looking at Weiland's unfriendly gaze, General Ross coughed twice.
"I don't think it's too cruel, the key is—we don't have that many people, or bombs, do we?"
"It's fine, I have them." Weiland patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me. A few million self-destruct bombs, I can still produce that much."
General Ross twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at the serious-faced Weiland.
"Are you—really just a Rogue Trader?"
What kind of Rogue Trader could carry millions of self-destruct bombs?!
"What else?" Weiland glared at him and said indifferently, "You just focus on evacuating the army, civilians, and large equipment like factories as quickly as possible. Leave the rest to me."
"Oh—"
General Ross thought for a moment and added, "I think, to prevent them from rioting, I can dispatch a supervisory squad. What do you think?"
"Good idea!"
Upon hearing this, Weiland immediately gave a thumbs up.
"You say I'm inhuman, but you're not far behind!"
"The feeling is mutual."
General Ross chuckled. He had long disliked those nobles, and with an opportunity to kick them when they were down, how could he lady it?
He believed that the PDF, who were usually oppressed by the nobles, would be very fond of this position.
Tsk, tsk, the supervisory squads of the Warhammer Universe are truly 'supervisory' in name and deed. If you dare to retreat even half a step, a Political Commissar's bolter awaits you.
Cowardice? Fear of battle?
Such things are absolutely impossible!
And so, hundreds of thousands of nobles, under the violent suppression of the PDF and the Cadian Assault Army, were beaten until they cried for their parents, and were incorporated into the Suicide Squad.
Similarly, several million noble guards were also disarmed without a single shot fired, as the three Chapter of Sacred Blood Angels, Silver Templars, and Avengers worked together to confiscate all their weapons and throw them into the penitent camps.
Some might ask.
Why did several million noble guards and hundreds of thousands of nobles, despite having a large amount of armaments, not dare to resist?
The answer is actually very simple.
General Ross had over ten million Astra Militarum under his command, and they were the most elite Cadian Assault Army. There were also several Sacred Blood Angel cruisers in orbit, and hundreds of Space Marine present.
Facing such a disparity, how could the nobles, who only knew how to enjoy themselves, possibly fight back?
Moreover, Weiland had disrupted the noble's deployment in advance, taking advantage of their confusion to hold a 'Hongmen Banquet' that eliminated the decision-makers among the nobility. He then seized the moment of their panic to quickly control the garrisons and factories of various nobles.
In this way, what did they have left to resist with?
They had no moral high ground, and they were at a disadvantage in terms of military strength. Besides surrendering and voluntarily joining the Suicide Squad, those who stubbornly resisted would face a bloody and brutal violent suppression!
Thus, Weiland swiftly and easily resolved the noble problem on the world of the Other Shore.
A massive Warp gate was under construction. Looking at the huge, fortress-like gateway, Weiland suddenly had a feeling of a Burning Crusade.
Of course, that gate was merely decorative. The true 'core' was Weiland; he would initiate the teleportation from behind, relocating the entire population, resources, minerals, and industries of the world of the Other Shore civilization to an alien world, a habitable world under the Weyland Corporation.
After doing all this, Weiland suddenly wondered if he should inform Chapter master Dante about such a big matter.
Thinking of this, he took up a pen and wrote a sentence on a blessed parchment.
"Greetings, esteemed Chapter master Dante, great Dante, the Lord of Angels, Lord of Baal. There is something I did not have time to tell you—"
He could already imagine Dante's dumbfounded expression upon reading this letter.
This was also why Weiland didn't use Warp astropathic communication; the later the better, to prevent Dante from spitting blood in anger after seeing it.
It's just killing a few hundred thousand nobles, surely that's a small matter for the Lord of Baal!