Female Inquisitor Sneaking In

The moment Rowan's words fell, a thread called reason snapped cleanly in Yarrick's mind.

A rose rosary is a talisman in the literal sense—small, but containing a powerful deflection field generator capable of protecting its wearer from attacks. Its defensive power is even sufficient to safeguard life under plasma weapon fire.

Generally speaking, this kind of device was only seen on those of high station, such as senior Ecclesiarchy personnel, Sister Superiors of the Battle Sisters convents, Lord Inquisitors, Space Marine Chaplains, and the like.

Yarrick could swear that before today, he had never imagined this rare talisman could be described in units of ten thousand.

Rowan, for his part, remained emotionally stable.

This was nothing yet.

His Reality Warping Ability didn't care about the specific materials or intricate designs of what he created. It was far simpler and cruder: volume and mass.

That was also why Rowan still couldn't use his Reality Warping Ability to conjure a Gloriana-class Battleship out of thin air.

But a dainty little rose rosary? As long as he wanted, he could churn out a huge pile of them anytime.

What?

You say this thing uses rare materials and precision components, impossible to mass-produce?

Can't understand that. Go argue with my Reality Warping Ability!

"This stuff... we really..."

Yarrick's throat struggled to force out a few words, but he couldn't form a sentence.

He had completely lost the ability to think about just who this person was.

"So? With material support like this, do you have enough confidence to conquer this fallen Hive City?"

Rowan asked.

"Of course. I swear it to you."

Yarrick's face stiffened. "Right now, I have absolute confidence."

Are you kidding?

With conditions he wouldn't even dare dream of, if he still couldn't complete the mission, he might as well stop being an Imperial Commissar, raise a Bolter to his head, and pull the trigger—simpler and more direct.

That way, he wouldn't waste Imperial resources.

"Good. But I imagine you'll need some time to let your Armored Regiment adapt to these new pieces of equipment."

Rowan nodded and continued. "When the right moment comes, you can launch the attack."

"The right moment?"

Hearing something related to military affairs, Yarrick's mind snapped back from the violent shock.

What did he mean?

But just as he was about to ask, a lightning bolt flashed through his thoughts.

Yarrick suddenly noticed a detail he'd overlooked before.

"That Psyker Inquisitor is gone. Could it be..."

"Your guess is correct."

Rowan nodded.

"I gave her a mission. Let her sneak into that Hive City and try to destroy the artillery position the Orks set up inside."

"If she can destroy it, we can charge straight into the Hive City at top speed without suffering any losses."

"True, but that's an extremely dangerous mission."

Yarrick frowned. "Forgive my bluntness, but our advantage is already huge. There's no need to send an Inquisitor into harm's way."

"Relax. You don't know her strength, and I only gave her the mission to destroy the artillery position, not assassinate the Ork Warboss."

Rowan was confident. "I believe Sibyl will complete this mission well."

Inside the Hive City.

Sibyl walked along a steel-forged street, Force Sword in hand.

Looking around, the original Imperial-style mechanical structures had been completely replaced by Ork aesthetics; a large number of Ecclesiarchy symbols, double-headed eagles, and various insignias had been torn down or painted over; the once bustling crowds had vanished, replaced by green-skinned Ork Boyz constantly moving through the streets, brandishing all kinds of guns and roaring with excitement.

As for why she hadn't been discovered—a faint layer of black mist swirled around her, completely concealing Sibyl's form.

This was the psychic power "Veil of Night," an extremely effective stealth technique.

The Psyker gathered the power of the Warp, hiding themselves and their allies within a flowing curtain of shadow, preventing enemies from detecting them.

In truth, Sibyl had never learned this technique before.

She simply recalled the Warp fluctuations other Psykers produced when using it, and after spending over ten minutes, she successfully mastered it.

All of this was thanks to the astonishing power of the Emperor's Contractor she had encountered.

That power, called Reality Distortion—something even the Inquisitor's current experience could not begin to comprehend—made all Warp fluctuations seem utterly tamed, moving under her control as if they were an extension of her own limbs.

What had once been a dream too beautiful to dare imagine was now an undeniable fact.

The Inquisitor wove through the steel jungle, slipping nimbly past Ork Boyz one after another. Using her psychic perception, she easily avoided all the high-level Greenskin units that might see through her disguise.

Soon, guided by her psychic power, Sibyl arrived at the edge of a steel clearing.

On the clearing, one after another massive cannon barrel—so large that even Sibyl, an Inquisitor, couldn't name them—pointed straight at the sky, arranged in orderly rows. Around these barrels, Mekboyz were busy at work, some calibrating equipment, others maintaining various machines.

And around the perimeter of this artillery position, countless Greenskin sentry posts patrolled, their vigilance so tight it defied the usual chaos—even a human commander would marvel at it.

But all of this, for Sibyl at this moment, was simply ignored.

Sibyl began to think.

She could indeed strike right now. With Alpha-level, berserk psychic power, she could easily level this position to the ground.

But doing so would undoubtedly expose her presence, drawing a swarm of Orks to surround her. At that point, Sibyl would have no choice but to reluctantly use Warp teleportation to escape the battlefield.

Yet destroying just one artillery position was far from enough.

There were still many artillery positions scattered throughout the Hive City. Her mission should be to cripple the Greenskins' firepower projection capability as much as possible.

Therefore, she had to adopt a method that would throw the Greenskins into brief chaos without immediately raising their alarm.

Fortunately, the Inquisitor had come prepared.

A flash of psychic light bloomed in Sibyl's eyes, two dazzling beams flickering in an instant.

Not far away, a Greenskin lad clutching a Big Boom suddenly widened his eyes, the same light glowing within them.

He was under control.

This Greenskin lad was manipulated, staggering to a secluded corner. Then Sibyl tore open the Veil of Night, stood before him, and made him open his mouth.

The next moment, the Inquisitor pulled an item from her pocket.

It was a tin can printed with garish patterns and rows of red text:

["Ant-Ox Canned Food, Departmento Munitorum issue."]

["Must be flame-roasted for four full days before consumption. Violators assume all liability for their own safety."]

She used her invisible psychic power to tear open the can, and in a flash, stuffed the Ant-Ox meat inside into the Greenskin lad's mouth.