The Minotaurs' landing craft touched down on the deck of the Tears of the Mother. It was the real thing—the very craft they had seen aboard the Minotaurs' warship.
The Astartes' Power Armor was just as convincing. It was genuine, standard-issue armor currently used by the Minotaurs.
Even the way they walked was unmistakably Minotaur-like—
Six.
They truly were masters of infiltration.
But none of that mattered under the Eye of True Sight. The six Minotaurs rapidly changed before Lin En's eyes.
The Eye of True Sight peeled away layer after layer, stripping off the outer shell of bronze armor to reveal the true nature of the people beneath.
Holy shit, the psychic energy around those Astartes is intense!
Each Astartes was wrapped in a brilliant mass of psychic light, glowing like a lightbulb. It was so bright it almost swallowed their figures whole.
At that level of psychic power, even a Greater Daemon would have stopped short, let alone the Minotaurs.
An ordinary Psyker's power was a candle flame. Only an Alpha-level Psyker shone like a searchlight.
Six Alpha-level Psykers. Astartes. Disguised as Minotaurs.
Who else could they be?
Where the hell did they get a Minotaurs warship and Minotaurs Power Armor?!!!
Alarms blared through Lin En's mind. He slammed the table, pointed at the armored figures wearing Minotaur skins below, and shouted to the Adeptus Custodes, "They're not Minotaurs!! Stop them!!!!!"
"Sir?" Valerian and Carl reacted at once, bringing their weapons across their chests as they moved to guard him from either side.
The Custodes captain reacted just as quickly.
After centuries in the Terra Palace, he had seen everything. With the two Tribunes protecting their charge, the rest could move to intercept.
The Custodes captain led half his men straight over the bridge railing and down onto