"Whoosh."
The cultists kneeling on the ground were horrified as they watched their companion turn into a mindless fool. All he had done was put on a black helmet, yet he had become an idiot. It was even more formidable than the cult's mages.
After saving the information he had obtained to his terminal, the crouching soldier picked up another helmet and walked toward another cultist.
Seeing the soldier steadily approach him, the cultist began trembling violently. Death was not frightening; what was frightening was an ending worse than death.
"My lord, I'll talk, I'll talk! Please, don't make me wear that helmet."
The cultist wailed and begged Tal repeatedly, hoping Tal would stop the soldier from placing that terrifying helmet on his head.
"It's too late to beg now. I think obtaining the intelligence I need directly from your memories is safer."
Tal calmly addressed the cultist who kept pleading.
After using the Memory Extractor to extract and organize the memories of the dozen or so remaining cultists, the soldiers transmitted all information regarding the cult's hidden bases to Tal's combat helmet.
After reviewing all the intelligence, Tal shared it with his soldiers and said to the Defense Force troops:
"Kill all these fools. We'll continue hunting down the cultists."
"Yes."
Having obtained more intelligence, the Defense Force swiftly launched an arrest operation. Large numbers of Tzeentch's followers hiding in the old district were killed.
"Damn heretics! How dare you attack Tzeentch's followers? Unforgivable!"
At a hidden base, Bishop Vane, a follower of Tzeentch, watched as the believers under his command were continuously slaughtered and roared in fury.
As the bishop of the magic cult on this planet, Vane could not understand how the Defense Force soldiers had suddenly broken in. He and Tzeentch's followers had hidden themselves so