That Day, Everyone on Kiavahr Was an Acquaintance

"Received, boss." Nekser's voice was mixed with explosions and panicked cries. Clearly, they had already successfully destroyed one Defense Node.

The next part was simple. Shadow Kill could spare more manpower to deal with the commanders of the garrison.

"Who knew where the Tower got its confidence?" Sandman said as he watched the orderly transport ships continue taking off and landing.

The Gravity Well was highly automated and required very few people to operate. Without human interference, once a ship's weight reached the preset level, it would automatically follow its designated route to the Smelting Factories across Kiavahr.

The Gravity Well had long since been seized by the Raven Guard. Apart from several ships already under their control, the rest still followed their programmed routines, endlessly loading ore. The stockpiled ore would last for roughly another day before the lack of incoming deliveries left them running idle.

That was why Sandman and Korax had demanded that every camp hold out for two days during the great strike. The Tower's ore reserves were limited. If its stockpiles could have lasted ten days or half a month, the miners would never have been able to organize a strike on this scale.

The Tower had always kept an extremely tight grip on supplies for the miners. After ten days or half a month, the miners would collapse from within on their own, and the Tower would not even need to pay attention to the so-called great strike.

"Done!" Sandman clapped his hands. The screen's green glow reflected off his face, making it look exceptionally eerie. After more than ten minutes of work, he had finally altered the routes of ten ships.

He was not going to bomb those Smelting Factories. Why bomb them? They were his own property. He should directly bomb the Mechanicus Guild headquarters on Kiavahr, the garrison, and the residences of the other great nobles on Kiavahr.

In the original timeline, Korax had shattered Kiavahr's will to resist by dropping five nuclear bombs on it. This time, Sandman had given the Mechanicus Guild an extra-large helping, and every one of them was the most powerful type of Mining Nuke.

As for their power? They were only a tiny little bit stronger than Little Boy.

Besides, compared with the ancient 2K Era, modern buildings were vastly stronger in every respect. A little more nuclear firepower was no big deal.

After all the genetic modifications of the Human Federation's Golden Age, humanity of this era had become far more resistant to nuclear radiation in every way. As long as they were not directly exposed to severely contaminated zones for extended periods, it was not much of a problem. They were simply built tough.

"May as well clean them out in one go, so they won't collude with some secret Legion later and plague our homeland." Sandman's lips curled into a cruel smile. Combined with the screen streaming sickly green data, it sent goosebumps across the Shadow Kill members waiting nearby.

It was the first time they had seen their boss, who was always laughing cheerfully, wear such a terrifying smile. As for the incomprehensible things their boss muttered, they pretended not to hear them. They were used to it anyway.

That was also why Sandman had chosen to let Korax deal with the Lord of the High Tower. The kindness buried in Korax's bones might still lead him, as in the original history, to merely intimidate the Tower into surrendering.

Sandman had no such concerns. Compared to the galaxy-spanning wars caused in the later stages of the Great Heresy, what were a few deaths from nuclear detonations on Kiavahr?

This was not like the Krieg civil war, where both the loyalist and rebel sides had directly carpet-bombed the land with nuclear weapons, then continued fighting trench warfare afterward. The radiation from a mere ten nuclear explosions would be absurdly easy to handle with current technology.

"Boss, the Mining Nukes have arrived. They're all the highest-yield models, just as you requested." Nekser's fitted black infiltration suit had been reduced to something like rags, strips of fabric hanging from his body.

The exposed skin was covered in all sorts of wounds, though fortunately none were fatal. Still, judging from the fresh injuries all over him, Kiavahr's regular army had some skill after all...

"Come on, hurry up and load these nukes onto those ten ships. Set up the detonators." At the sight of those chubby nuclear bombs, Sandman immediately revealed a smile as gentle and loving as an aunt's.

As a soul from the ancient 2K Era, he had only seen that moment, worthy of eternal remembrance in human history, through declassified film footage.

Anyway, that day, a certain island had been full of acquaintances everywhere.

Though thirty thousand years separated them, that did not stop Sandman from appreciating the explosions of these ancient yet immensely powerful thermonuclear weapons.

Under Sandman's urging, the Raven Guard members familiar with this field quickly set up the detonators and handed the triggering device to Sandman.

"Record this. This will be a moment worthy of history." At that moment, Sandman was as excited as a child seeing fireworks for the first time.

Only then did he realize that he was still the Sandman of the 2K Era, rather than the Sandman of this cruel Warhammer Universe, whose values had been thrown into a cesspit by countless events, then shoved into a washing machine and spun wildly on the dehydration cycle.

The transport ships soon flew toward their designated targets under their newly reset programming. All Sandman needed to do now was wait and press the dangerous red button in his hand.

Top floor of the Tower.

"My Lord, three mid-level Defense Nodes have already been captured by those overseers. Those slaves have now broken into the lower levels and begun sweeping through the institutions floor by floor. Should we send word to Kiavahr?" Still dressed in his plain butler's uniform, the old butler reported the latest situation to the Lord of the High Tower. At the same time, the situation map shifted from green to the red representing enemy occupation as the lower levels fell one after another.

"Control the information on Lycaeus. Without my orders, no messages are to be sent to Kiavahr!" Akalin rejected the old butler's proposal.

"Have my personal guard prepare themselves. I want to see just how capable these miners are, whether they can fight their way before me. The Tower is chaotic enough already. We should use this opportunity to clean it up properly." Akalin said with a smile as he watched the Tower's lower levels constantly disappear from the screen.

"Please forgive me, Master." The old butler fell to his knees on the magnificent carpet in terror, making a loud sound. Years of service had made him keenly aware of just how furious his master was.

Apart from the constantly changing situation map on the main screen, roughly half of the portraits belonging to the Tower's powerful administrators had already gone dark.