This Planet is Infested with Genestealers!!

The atmosphere on the landing pad suddenly became oppressive.

The charge of heresy was too grave; no one dared to speak recklessly.

Sage Koro continued, "In my database, there is no data whatsoever regarding this set of mechanical exoskeleton armor. It is self-evident that it is not a creation of the Omnissiah."

Qin Yun stepped forward to explain, "This is an exoskeleton armor modified by the God Chosen, with the purpose of reducing battlefield casualties."

"This is a blasphemy against the Omnissiah!"

"You damned heretic, a liar intending to deceive everyone."

Sage Koro pointed at Qin Yun and shouted.

"You had best watch your tongue, Sage Koro."

Bishop Hydrak spoke up for Qin Yun.

"His Excellency the Guide is an emissary of the God-Emperor."

"An emissary of the Omnissiah would not tamper with the creations of the Omnissiah; he is nothing but a liar," Sage Koro retorted.

"This is a very serious insult and accusation," Qin Yun swept his gaze over the crowd. "If you do not require my assistance, then I shall take my leave."

"Your Excellency the Guide, please forgive Sage Koro's rudeness; we need your help."

Von apologized to Qin Yun, then turned to Sage Koro and said sternly.

"Sage, you should go and rest. Leave the work of the battlefield report to your deputy. This is not a request, but an order from the Valancius Family. Do not make me repeat it a second time."

Sage Koro's pair of crimson eyes stared fixedly at Von.

But soon, he backed down.

He could not shake the authority of the Valancius Family here.

"Governor, I will obey your order."

Sage Koro chose to step aside, but that did not mean he had submitted.

"This is a blasphemy against the Omnissiah! This matter will not end here; I will report this to Mars."

This sentence made Von's expression turn very ugly, and a trace of killing intent flashed deep within his eyes.

Sage Koro's actions caused him to lose face, and also made him worry that this matter would become a hidden danger threatening the family in the future.

Even if the Valancius Family possessed a Rogue Trader warrant signed by the Emperor, they would gain no favors from Mars.

But the situation was urgent now; if they did not seek the Guide's help, the Valancius Family would not even survive the present.

It would be best to make a certain Sage shut up permanently; that would be good for everyone.

Ending this small farce.

Qin Yun, surrounded by dignitaries such as Von and Bishop Hydrak, walked into the hive city.

"So grand, so magnificent."

The Twisted Man widened his eyes, looking up at the spires that pierced the clouds and the giant statues hundreds of meters tall, his shock lingering for a long time.

The other players were the same.

Experiencing the grandeur of the hive city from such a close distance left them feeling stunned.

Qin Yun was brought to a hall with a giant machine installed in the dome.

A massive holographic projection floated above a metal platform in the center of the hall.

It displayed the full view of Tyreen Hive City.

There were also the designations of various loyalist forces.

Outside the hive city were dense clusters of red dots.

The number of enemies far exceeded them.

As Qin Yun examined the holographic projection of the battlefield situation.

The holographic projection suddenly flickered violently.

The metal console emitted a harsh, sizzling sound.

"The Machine Spirit is displeased and requires appeasement."

A Tech-Priest looked panicked.

He picked up a censer and wanted to walk over to perform an appeasement ritual on the console.

Before he could get close, he heard Sage Koro's harsh voice ring out.

"To assist a sinner who blasphemes the Omnissiah is to share in the sinner's guilt."

These words made that Tech-Priest stop in his tracks and silently retreat.

The other Tech-Priests also dared not challenge Sage Koro's authority, lowering their heads one after another, not daring to make a sound.

"Sage Koro, solve the current problem first; other matters can be discussed later."

Von looked at Sage Koro, hoping the other party would let someone repair the projector.

"Either punish that damned heretic, or deal with it yourselves."

Sage Koro reached out and pointed at Qin Yun, his mechanical voice cold and merciless.

He wanted to let these people know.

Without his help, let alone winning this war, they wouldn't even have access to the battlefield holograms.

Qin Yun glanced at Sage Koro, then placed his hand on the projection console that was emitting hisses and wails.

He activated the skill Soothe Machine Spirit.

Golden radiance emanated from his hands.

Before long, the out-of-control machine spirit quieted down.

The flickering projection reloaded, outlining a detailed battlefield situation map.

This scene shocked everyone in the hall.

It also completely solidified Qin Yun's status as a Living Saint.

"Exalted Saint." Bishop Hydrak hurried to Qin Yun, knelt piously on the ground, and kissed his feet.

"This is the great power of the Omnissiah."

The others also piously performed the Aquila Salute toward Qin Yun.

Qin Yun looked at the numerous Tech-Priests behind Sage Koro.

"Sage Koro has forsaken the Omnissiah; are you certain you wish to continue following him?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the many Tech-Priests showed expressions of unease.

They stepped past Sage Koro one after another, piously saluting Qin Yun and begging for his mercy and forgiveness.

"The identity of a Living Saint is truly useful."

The Bald Monk muttered while staring at the kneeling crowd.

"Just look at those abilities of the Guide; I even suspect he is the Emperor's own son," the Warmaster said in a low voice.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Little Fatty stopped the two from continuing their ramblings.

No one in the hall paid any more attention to Sage Koro's words.

In the Imperium of Man, where religious fanaticism runs deep, the status of the Emperor is undoubtedly supreme.

And His messengers represent His will as they walk among the stars.

To defy His messenger is undoubtedly to defy Him.

No one dared to bear such a charge.

Otherwise, even if they were lucky enough to survive this crisis.

The Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy would come to hold them accountable.

At that time, they would have to pray for a quick and painless death.

Sage Koro watched this scene, turned around in anger, and left.

Qin Yun stared at Sage Koro's retreating back and frowned.

A conservative of the Mars Dogma would surely bring much trouble in the future.

After all, those little players were capable of causing so much chaos.

He would have to ensure the man ended up with three shots in his back, dying by "suicide."

Once Sage Koro's figure disappeared, Qin Yun shifted his gaze back to the projector.

"Now, let us analyze the current battlefield situation."

"The Rebels have the assistance of the Dark Gods and can drive countless Plague Zombies."

"The Imperial forces are too few in number; holding the main urban area of Tyreen Hive City is already a struggle."

Planet Automata originally had four hive cities.

Currently, three and a half have fallen.

Countless Imperial citizens have been converted into Plague Zombies.

Relying solely on horde tactics, the Rebels are enough to exhaust the Imperial defenders to death.

"On the front lines, we are at an absolute disadvantage."

"However, we have a Lunar-class Cruiser in our hands; I will move this warship above the Rebels and bombard their main force."

"On the other hand, I will dispatch elite squads for special operations to seize key areas and decapitate important targets."

"..."

The Twisted Man looked around at everyone in the hall, feeling bored.

Although the buildings outside the window were magnificent and looked quite shocking at first glance.

But after looking a few more times, it was just whatever.

He had no interest in the military meeting and didn't want to listen.

The gaze of the Twisted Man landed on a bald soldier nearby.

This bald guy's forehead is quite unique, and he even has a Heavenly Mark. Could he be a local from old Beijing?

The Twisted Man teased in his heart.

But as he laughed, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

Because it wasn't just one soldier; over a third of the soldiers in the hall were bald, and all of them had the Heavenly Mark.

One could be attributed to genetics or some other messy reason.

But if ten or a hundred appeared at the same time, the problem was huge!!

"I think something is not quite right." The Twisted Man leaned over to the Warmaster.

The Warmaster looked puzzled. "Not right? What's not right?"

"Look at the third one on the left, his forehead."

"What about it? Isn't he just a bald guy with a few lines on his forehead?"

"One is indeed not terrifying, but what if ten, or a hundred, are all like this??"

The previously grinning Warmaster instantly stopped grinning.

He scanned the room, confirming the words of the Bald Monk.

It seemed like this planet was infested with a Genestealer cult!!

PS: Kriegsman: Charge, but don't stop the artillery.