Chapter 261: Civil War Breaks Out! Rectify Chaos and Suppress Rebellion!

"Look what you have done, you idiot!"

Seeing the Prophet of Mercy's hopeless state, the Prophet of Sorrow almost fainted from anger.

Originally, they only needed to deny the existence of the Recyclers to the death in order to scare the Glory Guards to stand on their side and stabilize the situation in the hall.

But the Prophet of Mercy, who suddenly fell ill, directly confirmed Morami's words and completely cut off their last chance of a comeback!

Before the Prophet of Sorrow could hastily urge the guards to take action and suppress the elite parliamentarians in front of him, a crisp "pop" sound was suddenly heard.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the Glory Guard had already thrust the plasma spear in his hand into the chest of the Prophet of Sorrow, with a sizzling sound of burning.

Under the destruction of extremely high temperature and extremely high energy, the already fragile Prophet of Sorrow died almost in an instant!
"Very good. You made an extremely wise choice for yourself and your people."

Morami walked over and patted the guard on the shoulder. After confirming that the culprit, the Sorrowful Prophet, was dead, he immediately had someone control the Truth and Mercy Prophet, and then said loudly:
"Everyone, the Recyclers have arrived, and we are about to meet a master who is truly worthy of our loyalty!"

"Before the Reclaimers come here, we should take control of the initiative and take over everything in the Covenant for our Lord and the future of our Sangheili people."

"Create a complete and orderly Star Alliance for our Lord!"

Upon hearing Morami's words, all the parliamentarians, including the Honor Guards, were stunned.

Why does this sound like the elite are trying to seize power?

They didn't know whether the recyclers would come, but it was obvious that Morami wanted to confiscate the power of the Prophet-Priests and take sole control of the Star Alliance.

For a moment, the glory guard officer who had just believed Morami's words and assassinated the Sorrowful Prophet couldn't help but look at the priest who died with his eyes open on the ground.

It would be best if Morami did not deceive them, otherwise, as the guards of honor, they would definitely kill the bastard first and then commit suicide to apologize.

There is no other way. These honor guards who are selected are basically honest people with moral concepts and integrity. Their lifelong goal is to work for their masters.

But more important than the master is the almighty gods. If Morami deceives them under the pretext of the gods' decree, then Morami's fate will be the same as that of the tragic priest who died!
At this moment, the Honor Guard officer suddenly had an idea and immediately put down the plasma spear in his hand, knelt on one knee in front of Morami, and said devoutly:

"I'd like to serve the Recyclers!"

With the captain taking the lead, the rest of the Honor Guards also knelt down and responded at the same time: "We are willing to serve the Recyclers!!"

The guard officer's words were quite detailed, and they made it clear that the Glory Guards served the Recyclers, not Morami or other senators.

Once the recyclers no longer exist, they, as the guards of honor, can kill Morami at any time, or pack up all the elite councilors and hand them over to other prophets.

And they stated that they were bewitched. As for whether the prophet would forgive them, it didn’t matter. They had to live up to the glory in their hearts!

There is no way. The Sangheili who can become Honor Guards are basically honest people with no political talent. They don't have the shamelessness to engage in power grabbing.

It is really difficult for them to learn to be fickle, ruthless and shameless.

Seeing the guards playing such an obvious trick of flattery on him, Morami just said calmly:

"At best, I am a messenger of God who delivers missions to the Recyclers. I am not a Recycler, and I have no ambition to seek power."

"Before the Recyclers arrive here, we need to take over and stabilize the order of High Charity City as soon as possible and arrange the internal affairs of the Star Alliance."

At this time, it is important to make your position clear and explain your self-positioning in a timely manner.

Otherwise, you will really become a traitor seeking power!

The elite parliamentarians who heard this showed fear and suspicion in their eyes.

After all, they are senators who have made it to the top of the Star Alliance. They still have the most basic political IQ and a strong desire to control power.

Therefore, their perspective on the development of things and analysis of events is more inclined towards power.

When they learned that Morami was going to take over the Covenant, they really thought that this guy was planning to launch a bloody coup, and that the Recyclers and Shield World were all fabricated lies.

But seeing Morami's resolute and determined tone and expression, they had to believe that there might really be such a thing as recyclers!

Before the members of parliament could speak, Morami continued to issue instructions, acting like a real boss in control:

"What we have to do now is to expose the ugly face of the prophet to all the people of the Star Alliance and let them see the truth of the matter!"

This step is simple, a classic move of throwing mud at political opponents and lowering their public trust.

"The second thing is to take over the City of High Charity and the customs force as soon as possible. We must ensure that the situation is under control before the Reclaimers arrive."

Verbal criticism cannot replace criticism with weapons. It is not enough to just be eloquent and throw dirty water on your opponent. You have to make sure you have a strong weapon in your hand.

"Finally, we need to mobilize all the forces of the Sangheili to deal with the Jiralhanae and Jackals that occupy important locations throughout the Covenant!"

Morami's last sentence is the key point.

While the recyclers haven't arrived yet, let's quickly draw numbers and call people. Take revenge if you have any grudges to complain about, and don't be polite!
This is their only great opportunity to take revenge.

What if the Recyclers take over the Covenant and, in order to save trouble, they pardon the Jiralhanae and the Jackals out of kindness? It will be difficult to take action in the future!

In fact, after arriving in the City of High Charity, Morami has been secretly contacting his own people, quickly preparing a large force to launch a fatal attack on the Jiralhanae and the jackals.

A race like this that has neither IQ nor EQ nor outstanding abilities should have been extinct long ago.

Morami did this not only for revenge, but also for the long-term interests of the Sangheili people.

Now, all it has to do is to bring Reed, Jack and other Astartes warriors into the City of High Charity and take over all matters here!

……

Three hours later.

The customs line at the edge of the City of Brotherly Love.

When the news came out from the parliament hall, the outgoing elite generals, who had not yet completed the personnel transfer, immediately took the initiative and launched an attack on the nearby Jiralhanae troops.

In an instant, thousands of warships launched a massive interstellar naval battle!

Countless blue plasma cannon balls and dark purple plasma cannons crossed the dark star field, interweaving into a brilliant art of explosion on the battlefield.

The battle was going on fiercely at the customs, and the live broadcast of the Supreme Council was quickly restored.

It's just that the role of the judged has undergone a two-level reversal. Morami, who was originally supposed to be judged, has now become the judge.

The weak prophets of truth and mercy, under questioning, honestly confessed what they had done.

The elites who learned the truth of the matter were immediately furious and organized their subordinates to begin to purge the prophets, the ghost-faced beasts, and the jackals.

As the vested beneficiaries, the Jiralhanae had no choice but to protect the Prophet and help him suppress the rebellion started by the elites.

Once they boarded the prophet's pirate ship, they were like grasshoppers on the same rope.

However, the situation in the naval battle was one-sided, with elite captains making up the majority in the Star Alliance.

Therefore, the elites have absolute advantages in terms of fleet size and number of personnel.

In addition, the Jiralhanae and the jackals are incompetent scum, and they usually follow the elites in battles to grab the credit.

Therefore, as soon as the fleets of the two factions engaged in battle, the winner was immediately determined.

Only in the street fighting that broke out inside the City of High Charity did the Jiralhanae's troops gain some advantages and fight back and forth with the elites.

As for the jackals who always change their stance according to the situation, when they saw the prophet-priest being controlled and the ghost-faced beast's navy being beaten by the elites, they were afraid of being liquidated together, so they decisively chose to run away!
As interstellar pirates, running away is the Jackals' specialty, and taking advantage of others' misfortunes is an instinct etched in their genes.

Taking advantage of the unstable situation, the jackals even looted a batch of treasures, robbed the warships and transport boats anchored in the port, and urgently started the jump to quickly escape from this place of trouble.

The wild boar beasts who were just there to watch the show were forced by the leaders of the elite and ghost-faced beast factions to attack each other. They were used to following orders and their brains were not smart enough.

When they encounter rebellion, they can only run around blindly. To them, it doesn’t matter who fights who. However, most wild boar beasts fight with the elites.

The most important thing in a group fight is to follow the right big brother who can fight.

As long as the big brother is strong enough to knock out a few teeth of the opponent with one punch, the younger brothers behind him will be like being injected with chicken blood and will be able to burst out with even more powerful momentum.

On the contrary, if the boss is defeated by the opponent at the very beginning, the younger brothers behind him will also lose their fighting power.

This rule is especially true for the wild boars who only know how to play when the boss performs on the spot!

While the Jiralhanae and the elites were fighting fiercely, Morami's CCS-class cruisers took advantage of the chaotic exchange of fire and rushed into Port No. 1 in one go.

At this moment, the port was in chaos.

Deafening artillery roars and collision sounds came one after another, dense plasma bombs flashed and shuttled back and forth, and from time to time people fell to the ground and died.

"Go and take down the aircraft carrier first, cover the retreat of the Prophets, and ignore those damned Sangheili bastards!"

"I'll cover you!!"

The angry roars of the Jiralhanae officers echoed throughout the port.

At this moment, the Jiralhanae warriors were protecting several high-ranking prophet senators who were riding in hover wheelchairs and looked panicked, and were rushing to the corridor bridge.

While escaping, those jackals who were also trying to seize the aircraft carrier gave up the fight consciously after seeing the Jiralhanae beside the prophet.

There's nothing they can do, they can't beat them.

"Still want to run? You Star Alliance scum should leave your lives here!"

An elite team, armed with weapons, kept chasing the Jiraiya and the Prophet not far ahead.

But just as they were about to rush forward, a loud bang was heard, and in the astonished eyes of everyone, they saw the CCS-class cruiser rushing forward and directly knocking over the aircraft carrier that the prophet wanted to board.

With a loud rumbling sound, the dislocated aircraft carrier deviated from the port, and the shock caused by the collision between the two warships also caused the nearby ghost-faced beasts, prophets, and elites to fall to the ground.

"Cuck!"

"ah!!"

When the wild boar, who was already timid, saw this situation, he was so scared that his legs went weak and he trembled on the ground, not daring to move again.

The aircraft carrier, which was displaced by the collision with the cruiser, lost the traction of the port force field and fell straight towards the City of Fraternity below.

The huge aircraft carrier smashed the buildings on the ground into pieces like a depth charge, and the prophet's plan to leave on the aircraft carrier was completely thwarted!
There was a vacant space in the port's berth, and the cruiser completed the smooth reverse parking operation in the first possible moment. Then the hangar was unfolded, releasing a metal corridor that connected to the port's platform.

After seeing the aircraft carrier crash and a cruiser drifting in, the Jiralhanae immediately pointed their weapons at the hangar with its gates opened.

The next second, as light shone into the dark hangar, a large number of Astartes warriors wearing MarkX heavy power armor appeared in front of them like gods.

Bang!
Bang-!
Without further ado, the moment they saw the Jiralhanae, the soldiers immediately raised their bolter rifles and fired a volley of bullets at the heretics.

This time, more intense gunfire rang out throughout the port.

Amid the unique secondary explosion of the bolter, the sounds of breaking flesh and bones, the screams of the Jiraiyas, and the sound of gunfire formed a beautiful symphony.

Without the protection of energy shield armor, the Jiralhanae were simply unable to reach the firepower of the Astartes warriors.

When new gunfire broke out, the Jiraiyas fell to the ground and died in rows like straw being harvested by a sickle.

It was not until then that the Jiralhanae came to their senses and realized that the enemies emerging from the cruiser hangar were not the combat forces of the elite.

Instead, they saw the Recycler Warriors from the projection in the parliament hall!
Or rather...Astartes warrior!
Just as the Jiralhanae had expected, this group of Astartes warriors were none other than the ace advance team hidden inside the cruiser.

In order to successfully complete this assault mission, each soldier was equipped with sufficient weapons and equipment, as well as power armor devices with different functions. On the other hand, due to the emergency situation, many of the Jiralhanae soldiers did not wear power armor, and even their weapons were just shabby iron rods.

Facing a hand-held cannon-caliber bolter, he has incredible physical fitness and the support of power armor.

This group of high-spirited Astartes warriors, like wolves among a flock of sheep, started a killing spree.

"Kill them!"

"Quick, activate the bubble shield!"

Faced with the fierce attack of the Astartes warriors, the Jiralhanae officers immediately organized a counterattack and commanded everyone to fight back.

Many Ghost Face Beast warriors quickly took out grenade-like throwing objects and threw them on the ground. Then a layer of hexagonal transparent bubbles rose from the throwing objects.

Bang-!
Boom!
These bubbles emitting faint light successfully blocked the explosive projectiles fired by the Astartes warriors, and also bought time for the Jiralhanae to continue covering the Prophet's evacuation.

The so-called bubble shield is actually a deployable defense device.

This technology originated from the Forerunners and was a technological product that the Star Alliance reversely unlocked and obtained for free.

After use, this bubble can deploy an energy shield system, using interlocking hexagonal force fields to form a spherical barrier that can withstand the invasion of bullets, explosions, lasers, plasma, and fire.

This shows how terrifying the pioneers’ technological attainments in “force field” have reached!

However, perhaps the Covenant's research and development of bubble shields is not yet sufficient, and their shields last for a very short time, only 20 seconds.

And the shortcoming of this bubble shield is that enemies can enter and exit the force field freely, and cannot throw weapons such as grenades to the outside from inside.

Otherwise it will bounce back and kill you!

20 seconds passed in a flash, and after using up these disposable armors, the Jiralhanae were once again exposed to the firepower of the Astartes warriors.

The worst thing is that during this period of time, all the Astartes warriors in the cabin had rushed to the port and started killing!
"Finally I can get out and get some fresh air. I've been feeling so suffocated these past few days!"

Jack Wells stepped onto the metal floor with a smile on his face. He used the AI ​​real-time translator and the built-in sound amplifier in the power armor to shout:

"Everyone listen up, we are Recyclers. Put down your weapons now and I will spare your lives. Anyone who resists will be killed!"

With the language conversion of the AI ​​translator, Jack's words automatically became the language of the Covenant, and his voice was amplified by the device built into the power armor and instantly echoed throughout the port.

When hearing these words, all the members of the Star Alliance were visibly stunned for a moment, but the calm was soon broken by the Jiralhanae.

"Don't believe that guy's lies, kill them!"

"Fire! Keep firing!"

"..."

The ghost-faced beasts simply don't believe that the recyclers will let them go. As servants following the prophet, they can only go one way to the end and unconditionally support the prophet-priest.

Seeing that these ghost-faced beasts refused to accept his toast, Jack simply let go, drew out his chainsword and rushed into the enemy camp.

In a blink of an eye, Jack arrived at the front line. When he saw the Jiralhanae officer giving orders, he drew his sword and struck without saying a word.

Pounce!!
Like a hot knife cutting through butter, Jack cut the ghost-faced beast in front of him into two halves. Blood mist appeared, and flesh and bones were separated. The other ghost-faced beasts present all looked horrified.

The elites who were standing in the distance and watching, who had not yet come to their senses, acted as the atmosphere group and watched the killing show of the Astartes warriors in silence.

Soon, the entire port platform was filled with the broken limbs and debris of the ghost-faced beasts, with no survivors.

Countless organ fragments and blood painted the floor a dull red, and the passing jackals were shot dead by the Astartes warriors.

After all, their target this time is the entire clan of Jiralhanae and Jackals. Of course, it also includes some other threatening biological units, but the main target is these two species.

There is no way around it. The natures of these biological species are too bad and they don't have any special talents. Therefore, they do not enjoy the benefits of "special talent treatment and subsidies" in the world's giant companies.

As for species that eat for free and are prone to cause trouble, it is better to destroy them to avoid unnecessary hidden dangers in the future.

Soon, the Astartes warriors completely wiped out the hostile units in front of them, and the whole process took less than three minutes.

None of the soldiers in this ace advance team were injured or killed, and even the outer shell of their power armor had no damage or scratches.

At this moment, Jack had led his troops to the prophet. Looking at the small, fragile prophet with fear in his eyes, Jack raised his sword and cut him in half.

Seeing Jack's style of action so sharp and decisive, the elites standing by and watching the battle couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, two words popped up in their minds: "efficiency"!
There is not so much useless nonsense, nor so many insignificant lines. The core idea to be expressed right from the start is just one -

Give me a straight answer, do you surrender or not? If you don't, I'll beat you!
In addition, they were also amazed at Jack, who led the way and chopped people down like chopping melons and vegetables.

Such tough guys who are good at fighting and can fight against many enemies at the same time are not common in elite armies. The most common tactic they use in war is to fight with more people against fewer.

Only in very rare cases would they rely on their own bravery to charge into the enemy camp in order to undermine the enemy's momentum and boost their own morale.

Jack, relying on himself, carved out a "bloody trail" in front of him, and the opponents he slaughtered were the ghost-faced beasts that were equally powerful as them!
The only possible explanation is that the Astartes warriors are too powerful. They are worthy of being the recyclers designated by the Forerunners!
"To the Reclaimers, Sangheili, loyal!"

With the leading elite officer speaking, the rest of the elite warriors followed suit, half-knelt on the ground, and shouted to Jack in a very firm and pious voice:
"I am willing to serve the Recyclers! Loyalty!!"

As elite fighters who have been exposed to the idea of ​​pilgrimage since childhood, they do not think about their own power and interests after learning of the existence of the recyclers.

There is only one attitude towards recyclers: unconditional loyalty.

After all, when they left their home planet, these elites were taught to follow the gods, embark on a pilgrimage, and exterminate any heretics who offended the gods.

The power and cohesion of religion can make elite warriors pay the price of their lives for the pilgrimage.

It is also possible to allow multiple different civilized species to become part of the Star Alliance and contribute to the pilgrimage.

But after learning that Morami and the elite councilors had revealed that the pilgrimage was a lie fabricated by the prophets for their own selfish reasons, and that the god had long been dead.

They instantly lost the meaning and purpose of life and fell into a huge emptiness.

If every civilized species wants to develop, it must have a "goal". After solving the most basic survival needs, every living thing will begin to think about the ultimate questions of "Who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going".

With these three questions, the Sangheili started the pilgrimage war from their home planet, but just as they were about to approach their god-forerunners.

However, they were cruelly told that this was a complete scam. When the truth was revealed, the elites were confused and didn't know what to do in the future.

But the brave and fearless Jack, and the extremely brave Astartes warriors, the fighting attitude of this group of recyclers conquered them and made them find new meaning.

That is to be loyal to the Recycler, obey the Recycler's orders, and continue to conquer the vast universe!

As a race that is born with a desire to fight, the ability to fight is a talent that every elite is born with.

Looting, fighting, and war are indispensable daily tasks for every civilization, and professional fighting talents like them certainly have their place.

In addition, according to the normal aesthetic standards of the Sangheili, the appearance of these Astartes warriors wearing red heavy power armor is also quite in line with their taste.

The colors are bright and the majesty is majestic, which is very consistent with the gods they imagine!
"Quack! Willing to serve the Recyclers, loyal!"

At this time, the wild boars also fell to their knees in panic, and even prostrated themselves to the Astartes warriors in front of them.

As for these living hell-level recycling warriors, they don't want to offend each other and suffer the same tragic end as the ghost-faced beasts.

Seeing a group of alien species kneeling and saluting to him, Jack was a little confused.

After thinking for a moment, Jack first retracted his chainsaw sword, then came to the group of devout believers, imitated Leon's usual tone and demeanor, and spoke to them:

"Get up. Since you have chosen to be loyal to our Universal Corporation, you are part of the Corporation."

Seeing that the recyclers accepted them, the elites nodded excitedly and responded in unison: "Yes!"

When they stood up, Reed, who had arrived late, walked to Jack's side. He also activated the AI ​​real-time translator and external speaker, and said to the elites below:

"Everyone, my name is Solomon Reed, and the soldier next to me is Jack Wells. We are both employees of the Universal Corporation, working for Mr. Li Ang, the CEO of the corporation."

"I am very happy to see that each of you has made the right choice. Please rest assured that your honor will be preserved and your loyalty will be rewarded and remembered!"

"And now, what you have to do is to help us control the entire City of High Charity and cooperate with us to eliminate the prophets, Jiralhanae, and jackals who have committed despicable acts."

Now that we have conquered the elites and wild boars, we should label them as "global giants" and tell them who they serve.

This is to prevent humans from having to recite "Recyclers, Loyalty". Although humans are recyclers, they still have to clearly distinguish which organization they serve.

It is important to stand in line.

"Global giant, executive officer Li Ang..."

After hearing these unfamiliar terms, the clever elites immediately realized that the force that now rules the recycler civilization is called the Universal Corporation, and their boss is Leon!
"I am willing to serve the Executor!"

Seeing that these elites below were not stupid and knew what to say after being taught once, Li De nodded with satisfaction. In this way, his next work task would be easier to carry out.

Then, led by the devout elites, the Astartes warriors quickly rushed into the interior of the City of High Charity.

With this group of elites leading the way, Reed and Jack didn't have to worry about finding the way. They just had to follow the guides and kill their way forward.

At this moment, a group of Astartes warriors wearing red power armor suddenly flew over the port.

Three hundred soldiers equipped with anti-Hulk armor were seen flying gracefully in the air with the help of the armor's propulsion device, acting as scouts for the ground forces.

After improvements by the Research and Development Department of the Universal Corporation, the new generation of Astartes warriors of the anti-Hulk armored forces are equipped with more advanced propulsion systems.

The energy shield generators on their bodies have also been replaced with new-generation antimatter shield devices that last longer and are more durable.

At this moment, this group of flying recycler warriors, with their shining red armor and cool and graceful flying posture, made the elites below even more convinced of the "divinity" of the recyclers.

Only the recyclers designated by the God-forerunners can fly so lightly.

All of a sudden, the elite warriors shouted out:
"All Sangheili, for the Reclaimers, destroy all the traitorous prophets, for the future of the Sangheili, take back High Charity!"

boom--! !

Seeing the Hulkbuster soldiers passing over their heads, the elites let out a howling battle cry:

"Brothers, charge into the City of Brotherly Love and seize the throne!"

"Show the Recyclers how powerful our Sangheili warriors are!"

"..."

Now that the leader has arrived, now is the time to show loyalty to the new leader and demonstrate your personal talents to the leader, which will also facilitate future promotion.

With the help of the recycler warriors, this group of elites also has unprecedented high morale.

Soon, led by the elites, the Astartes warriors arrived on the ground of the City of High Charity.

The morale of the elite warriors who were fighting with the Jiralhanae troops instantly reached its peak when they saw the arrival of reinforcements and the assistance of a large number of Recyclers.

For the elites who believe in God, the help of the recyclers is equivalent to "God's help"!
The war they are waging is not a violent rebellion, but an effort to restore order and suppress traitors.

The Star Alliance's holy code and legal principles are all on their side. Everything the elites do is to follow orders and criticize the rebels with weapons from the highest moral level!
On the other hand, the Jiralhanae who were fighting against the elites, when they saw a large number of flying Astartes warriors releasing palm thunder at them, their whole mentality instantly exploded.

This feeling is no less than that of an Ultraman fan suddenly seeing Tiga using his ultimate move on him.

Even the "God" that the Covenant believes in is supporting the elites, so is it really necessary to continue this counterinsurgency war? It goes without saying that they are bound to lose!

(End of this chapter)