"Instigator"

Terra, Treon's Hive City, Lower Hive, Monteriggioni.

Maria Kournikova, dressed in a black robe, stands in the shadows, "Instigator" the burly man before her.

"Desiree, you were originally a worker in Mid Hive. Although you worked hard every day, you also had your own family."

"Now that you've lost your family and are forced to flee your Lower Hive, who caused all of this?"

Although the tall woman in front of her Gothic, Desiree felt an unusual sense of warmth towards her, as every word she spoke seemed to be for her benefit.

He even felt a sense of familiarity with the tall woman, which reminded him of his wife.

"It was Louis! I believed him, and to show off my inside information, I told the other drunks that 'the Shadow of Order are all wizards,' and that they are all dangerous people."

"When I said that, I didn't know what the Shadow of Order was, but I also didn't know why I said it. Maybe it was the tone of Louis's voice that made people subconsciously believe it."

Desiree was lost in memories, his face filled with confusion.

"Later, before the Enforcer arrived, Louis found me and took me to the Lower Hive."

"Although I survived, I lost everything."

Desiree clenched his fists and shouted, "Louis, it's all your fault!"

The "Instigator" continued to "instigate": "If you had a weapon, would you take revenge on the person who caused you to lose everything?"

"Yes!" Desiree's eyes were filled with rage, and the veins on his fists bulged.

"I will avenge you," Maria said, pulling out an automatic pistol and a dagger.

The weapons were not manufactured in Vostonia, which would allow the conspirators behind them to quickly identify them.

Maria obtained them from the Terra gang, and the person behind them couldn't trace them back to themselves.

"Use the weapon I've given you to take revenge!" the Instigator said, watching Desiree accept the weapon.

Desiree put away his weapon, and filled with rage, he stepped out of the dome and into the dark, damp pipes.

Desiree saw a dozen or so people around him who looked like him. He knew that these people had followed Louis to survive and had long since become his followers.

He suppressed his anger, knowing he only had one chance.

Desiree gripped the pistol in his pocket and walked toward Louis.

"Do you know why you've fallen to this filthy Lower Hive?" Louis's voice was deep and magnetic.

"Why?" asked a man dressed in blue work clothes, who was covered in dirt.

"Because you spoke the truth, but some people don't want you to speak the truth."

"The Shadow of Order and the Thousand Sons are wizards; they only bring destruction."

Another thin worker angrily pounded on the pipe.

"Louis is right, we're just telling the truth."

Louis's words seemed to have some kind of magic, infecting everyone around him.

They were also willing to believe what Louis said, because only in this way would they not regret the price they had paid.

Desiree roared twice, but the object of his hatred was Louis.

Desiree walked up to Louis, pulled a pistol from his pocket, and shot him.

Bang bang bang!

Desiree's shooting skills weren't particularly good, but he was close enough that he wouldn't miss.

"Desiree, what are you doing!"

"Desiree, are you insane?"

The others were taken aback and gasped in surprise.

Desiree ignored them; the word "revenge" uttered by the tall woman echoed in his ears.

He vented his anger at losing his family and being forced to flee to the Lower Hive by firing the trigger.

The bullet struck Louis, splattering blood, but he did not fall.

A non-human roar erupted from his body, and the workers hesitated and stopped in their tracks. The sound was like that of a wild beast, terrifying them.

The sound echoed through the pipes, traveling farther and farther.

A kilometer away, the giant rat, hearing the inhuman roar, fled in panic.

A thick arm emerged from Louis's body and lifted Desiree.

"Speak! Who did you see? Who gave you permission to do this?"

Desiree and the workers stared in horror at Louis, wondering how such a thick arm could extend from a human body.

"Monster!"

The workers screamed in terror and scattered in all directions.

Louis seemed to wake from a long dream; his eyes widened, and he had no idea why an arm had sprouted from his body.

"What... what's wrong with me?"

Another thick arm emerged from Louis's body, and his entire upper body was a bloody mess.

The newly extended arm grabbed the ribs forcefully and then threw it with force.

Ribs flew out one by one, heading towards the fleeing workers, each bone piercing their brains.

"Get out of my body!" Louis cried out in Affliction.

"Shut up!" A thick arm roared as it gripped Louis's throat, his body shattering like a broken toy, limbs falling to the ground.

"Explain!"

Desiree had never seen such a horrifying scene. His legs were soaking wet with fear, and his cold voice sounded like a chilling wind blowing from the Underworld in mythology.

His body trembled. "A woman... it's a woman... please let me go."

"What kind of woman?" A non-human voice echoed within Louis's body.

"A tall... woman..." Desiree trembled as he spoke in terror.

She was wearing... a black hooded... robe...

"I can't see... what she looks like..."

"Useless!" A non-human roar echoed from within Louis's body.

In his last moments before dying, Desiree only felt his neck being snapped.

"Woman?"

"What a brilliant move!"

"Nimrod... Magnus... which one...?"

Louis's body shattered and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

"I'd like to know who it is."

At the same time, Maria returned to her temporary base, an abandoned factory.

When Dementyeva saw Maria return, she immediately asked, "How did it go?"

"It should be resolved by now."

"We just need to wait a while and see if they show up to confirm."

Upon hearing Maria's words, Tsvetana retorted, "Those workers have neither the guts nor the brains to do such a thing."

There must be someone behind this.

"That's right," Maria agreed with her assessment, "The struggle against them will continue for a long time."

She whispered, "We must rid our lord of the enemy."

As the three "Instigator" spoke, in the Primarch's office on the Shadow of the Throne.

Wojciech Belik excitedly told Nimrod, "The Monarch Majesty, I've found it!"

"I have found the sacred building template!"

"Very good," Nimrod nodded slightly, then asked knowingly, "What is it?"

Wojciech's mechanical tentacles tapped against his chest.

Red and green lights flashed rapidly, and a square chip popped out.

Wojciech's mechanical tentacles gripped the chip, and he said excitedly.

"My lord, I extracted data from an ancient machine and stored it inside."

"Upon research, it was determined to be a sacred construction template for combat tanks."

It is easy to manufacture and easy to maintain.

Nimrod nodded slightly and said, "Since you discovered it, let's name it after your surname."

"Call it the Belik Battle Tank."

Upon hearing this, Wojciech exclaimed excitedly, "Thank you, my lord!"

Naming the sacred templates unearthed after him brought him boundless glory.

Wojciech could foresee that the name of Belik would be sung throughout the many Forge World, for he had found the mortal vessel of the God of All Machines.

"I will authorize the Standard Template Construct for use in the Forge World; you will be the one to select them for me."

Unlike the Attack Moon, which is Ork technology and only a portion of the Forge World is willing to research, requiring Rosicky Czech's connections to find buyers.

All of the Forge World desire knowledge of the Belik Battle Tank, Wojciech can find a buyer.

In this situation, as a member of the Tech-priest a group of people who work with motor oil), he is much more suitable Rosicky, an outsider, and his reputation will also increase significantly during this period.

This was precisely Nimrod's aim; he believed that many in the Forge World would see the benefits of cooperating with him.

"Thank you for your trust. I will do my best and not let you down," Wojciech said respectfully.

Nimrod then asked Arsena, "What is the value of Nova Pólya?"

"My lord, the local resources of Nova Polya are generally average, the only special thing being the Golden Sunstone used as a decorative material."

"As per your command, all future mined Golden Sunstone will be sent to the Shadow of the Throne."

"The local people were enslaved by the Normans for thousands of years, resulting in a decline in technology and culture, and a generally weak population. It can be said that their overall quality was poor."

The Primarch's Attendants believed it was time to report on the implementation of the Black Emperor's previous orders.

"As you command, one-third of the Normans' food supply will be distributed to the local population."

The Normans had some physical similarities to humans, and the food they enslaved the local inhabitants to produce was also edible for humans.

"For the first time in thousands of years, the local people have had their fill."

"It's worth mentioning that the local people call you the Liberator, and their loyalty to you surpasses that of people in other parts of the world."

Nimrod slightly and gave the order, "Select a squad from the 8th Legion to remain in Nova Polya and restore order to the local area."

"The fleet sets sail for Cepra Mundi."