At that moment, within the camp of the 3rd Battalion of the 1st Regiment of the Agathos Planetary Defense Force, several soldiers belonging to the Planetary Defense Force gathered together.
"Subaltern Albert, if these weapons and equipment can be smuggled back to the cult, it will surely provide a huge help for the arrival of the Day of Ascension!"
Hearing these words, Albert also stroked the removed CMC Combat Suit and the Gauss Rifle beside it.
"Indeed. How wonderful it would be if we could take them back."
Yet Albert knew that this equipment was not like Imperial Standard Laspistols or ballistic vests, where losing a few pieces would go unnoticed.
With one set per person, they had no chance of hiding them, and even with his official rank, losing a single set would likely bring severe punishment.
Compared to these equipment, the cost of his exposure was far greater.
"Everyone, continue to conceal yourselves. Do not attempt to transport these equipment back to the cult right now. The Rogue Trader has already begun retaking the lower hive. Once our unit enters the lower hive as well, we can store these equipment under the guise of battle attrition, and then rendezvous with the cultists in the lower hive at that time."
Albert checked everyone's thoughts; their primary task remained concealment, sending various intelligence about the Dynasty back to the sect.
Compared to these equipment, Albert knew that the brothers and sisters around him now were the most important.
The Genestealers had parasitized a noble family responsible for lower-hive administration a century ago. Reproducing generation after generation, it was not until the fifth generation that hybrids like them, identical in appearance to humans, were born.
Albert envied his older brothers, sisters, father, and mother. How charming their purple skin was, and