"Hostile target data is being transmitted to the armor's built-in Cogitator. Mission information updated."
"Mission 1: Eliminate the traitors, capture the traitor leader, and minimize loyalist casualties."
"Mission 2: Proceed to the communication center, disable the signal jammer, and allow Rear Admiral Xia Atart to establish contact with the fleet."
"Mission 3: Disrupt the sacrificial ritual and prevent the Cult of the Lord of Change from summoning Warp daemons."
Cortana had been monitoring the traitors led by Angedo.
When the Players and Star Realm Knights successfully boarded, she immediately shared this information.
Scalp, who had been promoted to Midnight Lord, acted first, serving as the vanguard.
He moved like a phantom through the shadows.
The mortal crew members were all knocked unconscious before they even realized his presence.
His control over his strength was excellent; he didn't injure them fatally, only causing them to fall unconscious for a period of time.
"Moving like a phantom and concealing one's presence—these two skills, combined with the Midnight Lord's gene-seed, are truly effective."
Watching the unconscious crew members lying on the ground, Scalp knew that his training during this period had not been in vain.
His mastery of his abilities became increasingly proficient.
"Well done," Losa praised.
Scalp's face lit up with joy, and he spoke humbly.
"This is all thanks to Captain Losa's excellent guidance."
Losa's lips curled into a smile as he encouraged him.
"This is all the result of your hard work. Keep it up, maintain this, and the holy relic will definitely be yours."
Scalp became even more excited upon hearing this, filled with motivation.
"Don't worry, Captain Losa, I won't let you down."
The value of holy relics is incomparable to mass-produced weapons and equipment.
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If the Machine Spirit is pleased, special bonuses can be obtained.
For example, boltguns will increase critical hit and accuracy rates, and even steal bullets from the Warp.
Power armor can reduce the enemy's accuracy and increase mental and willpower.
The only holy relics currently possessed by the Player group are the three pieces of equipment that the Guide previously replaced.
"This guy is stealing the show."
Warmaster grumbled.
"No choice, that's what the Midnight Lord is specialized in," Twisted person, a Death Guard, replied.
"Warmaster, you actually have an advantage too," Wan Lao, a World Eaters, reminded.
"What advantage?" Warmaster pressed.
"You're a natural Holy Body of Civil Engineering! In the future, when it comes to repairing fortresses and city walls, you'll be the undisputed first choice for concrete work."
Wan Lao's words made Warmaster roll his eyes,
but unfortunately, his helmet blocked it, so no one saw.
Bald Donkey was a bit puzzled, "Shouldn't the Holy Body of Concrete Work be Perturabo?"
Wan Lao laughed, "Bald Donkey, do you know what Perturabo hates most about Dorn?"
Bald Donkey thought for a moment before answering.
"Jealousy that Dorn was more favored by the Emperor?"
"No, what Perturabo hates most about Dorn is that Dorn is better at concrete work than him."
Wan Lao then added:
"Perturabo joined Horus's faction, and his biggest wish was to demolish the Imperial Palace on Terra built by Dorn, to prove that he was the strongest concrete-working Primarch."
Twisted person said, "Then can The The Battle of Terra be considered mutual persecution among civil engineers?"
Bald Donkey showed a thoughtful expression.
"No wonder the Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors have been loving and hating each other for so many years. It turns out it's all civil engineering feuds."
"..."
Most of the time, the Players' conversations sounded like chaotic, eerie whispers in Losa's ears.
These whispers seemed to speak of ancient and terrifying truths,
but he couldn't understand their meaning.
Losa had discussed this with his other companions.
They believed that these strange whispers appeared because the God Chosen possessed Warp characteristics.
After getting used to it, he subconsciously ignored it.
He let the God Chosen chatter on, no longer paying them any mind.
With Cortana's data camouflage, the patrol only detected the intrusion five minutes later—this valuable window was enough for the Players to infiltrate the bronze sword.
Under Cortana's guidance, they successfully reached the communication center.
However, it had already been taken over by Angedo's trusted troops.
A fierce but brief battle erupted between the two sides.
The Players successfully recaptured the communication center and disabled Xia·Atat's communication jammer.
On the Bridge of the bronze sword.
The moment the intrusion alarm sounded, Raidel and Angedo's faces turned pale.
They knew very well that this was the counterattack from the Valanxius Family and Xia·Atat.
Once Xia·Atat, as the commander, successfully established contact with the fleet, their insane plot would be ruined.
"It must be those rebels from the Valanxius Family. They murdered Xia Atate Brigadier General, and now I'm taking over. Open fire immediately and punish them."
Realizing he couldn't delay any longer, Raidel walked to the control panel and issued the order.
"This doesn't comply with regulations. The madam merely hasn't replied to messages. How can we assume she's been killed?"
The communication chief beside him questioned.
Whoosh!
A ruby-like beam of light cut through the air.
Angedo drew his gun and shot the communication chief dead on the spot.
This scene caused panic among everyone on the Bridge.
Several crew members tried to reach for their guns.
The guards nearby raised their weapons and aimed them at them, warning them not to move.
When Raidel and Angedo planned to seize command,
they had already deployed their loyal guards to the Bridge, prepared for forceful suppression and ruthless measures.
"The commander was killed, and he still spoke for the Heretics. He must be a heretical spy. Killing him with one shot is letting him off easy."
Angedo's voice was cold. He raised his head and looked around at the crew members.
"According to naval emergency regulations, Raidel, as the deputy commander, automatically assumes command of the fleet. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"
"This is treason," someone said, "You can't—"
Before he could finish, that person was shot dead by a guard.
"No matter what the consequences of this matter, I will bear them all," Raidel also spoke, his voice full of oppression.
"Now, you only need to obey my orders and avenge Xia Atate Brigadier General. Anyone who opposes will meet the same fate as these two."
Everyone could see that this was a mutiny.
But facing the soldiers' guns, as well as Raidel and Angedo's ruthlessness and their powerful backgrounds,
no one dared to raise any more questions.
Seeing everyone's reaction, Raidel and Angedo exchanged a smile.
They knew.
This matter was settled.
Next, they only needed to eliminate everyone on Planet Atoma, and the truth would be whatever they fabricated.
Praise the God of Wisdom and Fate; it was His protection that led them to success.
"Disperse immediately and strike Planet Atoma. Don't let a single ship escape."
No sooner had Raidel's voice faded than Xia·Atat's voice spread through the communication channels of the bronze sword and several other warships.
"Raidel and Angedo have committed treason. Anyone who supports them will be considered an accomplice."
"Those who repent and surrender voluntarily may receive leniency. If they remain stubborn, they will surely incur the wrath of the Inquisition."
Raidel, Angedo, and their supporters, who had thought everything was under control, instantly turned pale.
Before they could do anything, gunshots also rang out from outside the Bridge.
After Warmaster and the other Players captured the communication center, they quickly rushed to the Bridge, preparing to apprehend the main instigators of the rebellion.
At this time, the soldiers protecting the Bridge were all supporters of Raidel and Angedo.
Seeing Warmaster and the others approach, they immediately opened fire.
However, these ordinary soldiers, no matter how loyal or tenacious, could not withstand the charge of a group of Astartes.
After being cut down like melons and vegetables by the Players, they collapsed and fled, crying for their mothers.
Inside the Bridge, the supervisors and crew members, taking advantage of the guards' panic, took out their weapons and counterattacked.
Realizing that the tide had turned, Raidel and others tried to escape through another corridor.
But they were blocked by another team of Players who had arrived.
"You offended Lord Guide, and you still think you can run?"
Wan Lao, wielding a chainaxe, cut down several soldiers and captured Raidel and Angedo.
"Don't think this is all we have up our sleeves!" Angedo raised his head and shouted, "The will of the Lord of Change is about to descend! You can't win!"
"You're already a prisoner, and you still dare to speak loudly to me? You're truly defiant!"
Wan Lao unceremoniously punched Angedo, shattering half of his face.
Realizing the cruelty of these people, the other captives trembled in fear, not daring to speak loudly again.
Lower deck of the bronze sword.
Cultists devoted to the Lord of Change were performing a sacrifice, seeking His wisdom and power.
This was the contingency Angedo had set up from the beginning.
If they successfully seized command and eliminated the opposition, it would be considered a sacrifice.
If the rebellion failed, he could still use the power of the Lord of Change to turn the tide.
With the fall of Cadia Fortress and the expansion of the Eye of Terror,
the cost of summoning Tzeentch Daemons had also decreased.
By merely sacrificing eighty-one insignificant slave lives, the sacrificial ritual succeeded.
In the dim lower deck, a cerulean light suddenly appeared, outlining ever-changing geometric patterns.
Moments later, these patterns formed a portal, connecting to a vast and boundless crystal labyrinth.
"By the holy number of nine, descend, O God who controls destiny and wisdom, and bestow blessings upon your devout followers."
However, before the Tzeentch Daemon could manifest in the world, the roar of bolters erupted.
Several Cultists participating in the ritual were blown into a pulp of flesh.
The Cultists looked towards the entrance in terror, seeing a group of God Chosen holding Imperial Aquila banners firing at them.
Zigman, a Soulless, and Battle Sisters Little Alpaca (Chosen Llama), along with other Players, had arrived under Cortana's guidance.