For Tzeentch's followers, the fear of the unknown is never just fear.
It is still a rare and untapped source of knowledge.
Luna stared at the video, watching it three times in a row.
She meticulously studied every detail of those comical actions and inexplicable incantations.
To try to find some hidden pattern or undiscovered detail.
But she found nothing; it looked like a circus performance.
At the time, there wasn't even a trace of fluctuation from the Warp that could be felt on site.
But she knew this was definitely not a simple act of deception.
Because after the ceremony, the Rule of Discipline was truly healed.
Adhering to the truth that thinking ten times is not as good as doing it once.
She decided to try it herself.
"You guys, come here."
Luna pointed at several Tech-Priest, her tone leaving no room for argument.
The priests did not move, their faces filled with reluctance.
"Your Highness, this..." the Lord Regent began, his voice faltering.
"This is against the rules. We are official members of the Adeptus Mechanicus. How can we do this... this..."
He wanted to say "something shameful," but he didn't dare to say it.
"That's an order." Luna looked at them coldly.
The priests exchanged glances, and finally gave a fair answer.
"I'm sorry, Lord Regent Highness," said the leading priest.
"We are followers of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and we follow the truth bestowed by the Machine God."
"We regret to inform you that we refuse such an unreasonable request."
After saying that, they turned and left.
Luna's face immediately darkened.
But she couldn't do anything about it; these Tech-priest' work wasn't entirely handwritten by them.
She sighed and sent over several more servants.
These servants no longer had the courage to refuse her.
They stood trembling before Luna, listening to her explain the key points of the movements, their expressions more grim than tears.
"Did you understand?"
"Yes, I understand, Your Lord Regent."
"Very good."
"Don't worry, I'll participate too," she added.
The servants stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
Thus, the contemporary Lord Regent of St. Garus, the family's technical lord.
And another identity that no one explicitly states, but everyone knows.
Luna St. Garus.
With a group of trembling servants by his side, he stood at the bow of the ship Rule of Discipline and began the ritual.
"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands, Mommy and Baby, please coax..."
Luna clasped her right middle finger and thumb together, forcibly squeezing her naked eye and prosthetic eye together into a cross-eyed shape, while muttering something under her breath.
Her movements perfectly replicated every detail of the video, as earnest as a student taking a final exam.
The servants around him followed suit and did the same.
The scene was quite comical at one point.
Sage Emil stood not far away, watching this scene. Even his face alone revealed his inner turmoil.
The Tech-Priest and retainers of St. Garus around him wished they could bury their heads in their chests and pretend they didn't recognize the Lord Regent.
Luna felt those gazes.
She was also embarrassed.
But she forced herself to hold back.
For the sake of knowledge, for the sake of figuring out what tricks Lynn was playing, what was this sacrifice?
She kept reciting, kept doing, and kept squeezing her cross-eyed eyes.
However, I felt nothing.
There was no feedback from the Machine Spirit, nor any form of Psychic Power fluctuation, completely different from the process she was familiar with for calming Machine Spirit.
This ceremony was like an empty shell, all form and no substance.
Luna frowned.
"Could it be that she's been tricked?"
Just as Luna was questioning herself, in the Governor's office...
" Isolde " suddenly covered his mouth.
Her shoulders began to tremble, first gently, then more and more violently.
That usually aloof face was now flushed red.
Lynn looked up at her with some curiosity.
"What's wrong?"
Isolde remained silent.
She simply pointed to her head, indicating to Lynn to check through the consciousness link.
Lynn closed his eyes and connected with Rena's consciousness.
He saw that scene too.
Luna St. Garus, dressed in the regalia of a Lord Regent, stands at the bow of the Rule of Discipline.
He was clenching his right middle finger and thumb, his eyes were squinted, and he was muttering to himself.
A group of servants followed behind, performing the same actions.
The sheer strangeness of the scene instantly broke his guard.
"Pfft~!!!"
Lynn couldn't help but laugh out loud.
In the office, the two of them clutched their stomachs, laughing so hard they could barely breathe.
"She, she really is... hahahahaha~~!"
Lynn wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, her smile making it difficult for her to utter a complete sentence.
Rena also let out a clear laugh through Isolde's mouth.
The laughter was still a bit awkward, after all, she was still learning how to express herself as a human, but the joy she felt was genuine.
"I didn't expect that either," she said, her voice tinged with laughter.
After feeling a little better, Lynn shook his head.
"I think I know why he chose her."
After the two finished laughing, the ceremony ended.
The Rule of Discipline immediately began its sixth test flight.
This time, everything is normal.
The main engine was stable, the auxiliary engine was working without issue, and the Rule of Discipline was as stable as a brand new ship.
The Sage Emil and the Tech-Priest stared at the data on the screen, puzzled.
"Could it be... that it really works?"
"Impossible! That doesn't make sense!"
" Omnissiah, I must be going mad."
Luna stood on the dock, watching the warship return safely, and also fell into deep thought.
What they didn't know was that Lynn's little tricks were actually shockingly simple.
From the beginning, Lynn had guessed that Luna would focus on Tyranids- related abilities.
Genestealer infiltration, Psychic Power sabotage, genetic infection.
These are the Tyranids's signature tactics, and also what Luna and the Adeptus Mechanicus are most wary of.
Therefore, Luna and the Adeptus Mechanicus focused all their efforts on investigating the Genestealer and the remnants of Psychic Power.
But they never expected that Lynn wouldn't use the Tyranids at all this time.
Or rather, they didn't use the Tyranids to pull any dirty tricks.
He simply bribed a few managers responsible for supplying fuel to the generators.
The method is simple: first, bind your family members, then offer them food portions they simply cannot refuse.
Under duress and enticement, the managers quickly succumbed to Lynn's authority.
As for the specific operation, it requires even less technical skill.
For warships of the Rule of Discipline, both the main and auxiliary engines must use highly purified hydrogen isotopes and have precise combustion control.
These rare fuels are considered "sacred objects" by the Adeptus Mechanicus and are strictly controlled by designated personnel, making them inaccessible to Lynn's informants.
But the fuel used in generators is different.
Those can only be considered ordinary frontline supplies, and the management is somewhat lax.
The informants don't need to risk replacing or adding any impurities; they just need to slightly lower the fuel concentration.
Even a level so low that it goes undetected by conventional testing can cause a generator to experience insufficient power supply after operating for a certain period of time.
The engine's power will naturally decrease.
The technique was so low-level it couldn't be lower.
But even with this rudimentary method, they managed to outwit the Tzeentch Sorcerer and the Adeptus Mechanicus for a whole week.
Because they never expected Lynn to use such a "rustic" method.