Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

Chapter 53: The Fate of a Traitor

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: The Fate of a TraitorDeville found it impossible to believe that there could be a traitor among the logistics division.

And worse, a traitor who had colluded with Chaos heretics!

Everyone who joined the logistics division had undergone strict vetting.

Most of their families had contributed to the King's Court for generations, serving the Governor faithfully.

Moreover, the family Arye had accused was none other than that of Vass, Deville's mentor in the logistics division.

When Deville first joined the division, Vass had helped him immensely.

He also learned that Vass's family had served the Governor for nearly a thousand years, with several ancestors dying on the job or from exhaustion.

Vass had even received commendations from the Spire Estate for his hard work.

At that time, Deville had secretly vowed to follow in Vass's footsteps and bring honor to his own family.

But now, that crude one-eyed brute Arye was claiming that Vass was a traitor, possibly even a heretic.

Deville simply couldn't believe it!

Arye, however, didn't care whether Deville believed him or not.

With a cigar clenched in his teeth and a shotgun slung over his shoulder, he said:

"Come on, pretty boy, whether it's true or not, we'll know once we

Since you've chosen betrayal, prepare to face the Governor's wrath!"

"Die, lapdog of the false Emperor!"

At that moment, Vass's wife suddenly revealed sharp fangs.

She transformed into a monstrous creature and lunged at Deville.

"No!"

Vass tried to stop her, but it was too late.

Boom!

The powerful blast of Arye's shotgun sent the creature that had once been Vass's wife flying against the wall.

The guards immediately opened fire, shredding the monster until it was nothing but a mangled mass of flesh, silent and still.

Vass, staring at his dead wife, was consumed by grief and rage, quickly reaching for his gun.

But Deville was faster, shooting Vass directly in the head, the las-beam piercing through his skull.

Vass fell dead.

The gunfire ceased, leaving only the sound of pitiful sobbing in the room.

Of Vass's family, only one remained alive.

Vass's son, terrified, was crying uncontrollably, calling out for his parents.

Deville stepped forward.

He looked down at the pitiful child, showing a brief moment of sympathy.

(End of Chapter)