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#3450 - Sosa is riddled with holes
“All the senior commanders of the Shield Guard have been directly or indirectly controlled.”
When this female Genestealer spoke, she carried an air of pride. It's unlikely anyone would suspect that the chief medical officer of this Shield Guard station was actually a core member of the Genestealer Cult. She used her extraordinary charm and alluring demeanor to bewitch many high-ranking servants in the space station. The Space Marines, lacking understanding and vigilance in matters of love and sex, harbored no suspicion towards a woman with a clearly 'questionable lifestyle,' allowing her to easily infiltrate key positions.
The Patriarch nodded in satisfaction and pointed to another person, a tall man still wearing a black military uniform.
“Is the Sortarus Defense Force ready?”
“In answer, my Lord, ninety percent of the Defense Force's senior officers have been converted. The remaining ones are insignificant and can be dealt with at any time. Over seventy percent of the soldiers have accepted the true faith and are ready to sacrifice themselves for the Star Emperor!”
“The armory must be controlled!”
“The armory is already under the control of the most devout and loyal believers!”
The Patriarch's scepter then pointed to a tall man in a gray uniform.
“What is the situation with the fleet?”
“In answer, my Lord, infiltration of the fleet is ongoing. However, the Angels' messages have made the unbelievers nervous, and they have tightened personnel selection standards. The only senior officer infiltrated recently is Lieutenant Hanireol of the Heart of Chronos.”
“Your work is disappointing.”
“I sincerely repent and will redouble my efforts.”
“Perhaps this is an indication from the Star Emperor. Leaving some seeds within the fleet is conducive to the expansion of the faith. Continue your work.”
“Yes.”
Nodding, the Patriarch's gaze rested on a believer in a gray-blue worker's uniform.
“When the uprising begins, I want to ensure that all power plants, transportation hubs, signal stations, and factories cease operation. Can the Iron Claw Brotherhood do it?”
“My Lord, the Iron Claw Brotherhood will not disappoint you!”
Finally, the Patriarch looked at a senior member closest to him. He was no different from a human in appearance, except that his head was bald, and a double scythe was branded on his forehead. He wore a simple gray robe, representing that he came from the most mysterious and confidential place in Sortarus, the monastery fortress of the Emperor's Scythes Chapter.
“What is the situation with the Space Marines now?”
“My Lord, due to Sosira's absence, the company captains have different opinions on how to defend against... resistance. This has intensified their thinking and made them more easily misled.”
Hearing Sosira's name, the Patriarch let out a contemptuous laugh.
“It's a pity that luck is not on our side. If this fool, easily manipulated and fooled by the council of elders, were here, our cause would be easier. But he left at this crucial moment. It seems even the Father could not tolerate his stupidity. Then let him be inferior and self-abandoned in desperate loneliness. Now, which of those company captains needs more attention?”
After thinking for a moment, the Chapter serf spy gave the answer.
“Fourth Company Captain Ceres, Eighth Company Captain Vosuk (this guy later defected to Huron, which is also very difficult to hold back). The former can often point out some loopholes in the defense, especially the loopholes designed by the Cult. The latter... he is not a Son of Sortarus. He is very lonely and gloomy, and few serfs dare to approach him, so he cannot be interfered with or misled. But judging from all aspects of information, Vosuk, who is isolated because of his bloodline, is somewhat dissatisfied with the Chapter, which may be a point that can be exploited.”
“I see. Next, the focus of your work is to focus on infiltrating the monastery fortress's armory and energy center to ensure that when the Angels descend, the power of the Space Marines is sufficiently weakened.”
“Yes.”
The Patriarch then raised his arm.
“Believers! The time of ascension is coming! Everyone will be saved! The Four-Armed Emperor, the true master of mankind, He loves us, and He is coming!”
All the Genestealers also raised their arms neatly, claws, and shouted loudly:
“For the Four-Armed Emperor!”
Among them, there were not only human languages, but also the roars of beasts, some from the purebloods climbing in the shadows of the walls, and some from a more twisted creature.
They are located at the forefront of the team, larger than ordinary hybrid acolytes, but more twisted in shape, with chitinous carapaces covering their brains or bodies, and one or two of their four arms have become shapes closer to Tyranid bio-weapon limbs.
These Genestealers were once hybrid acolytes, but as the day of ascension approached, anomalies appeared in these early generation hybrid acolytes. Not only did their appearance begin to resemble pureblood Genestealers more closely, but their limbs also began to resemble those of the Tyranid.
As the dormant mode in the gene structure was awakened, the arms of the first and second generation hybrids extended sickle-shaped bone blades, sharp enough to shatter rocks, or constantly curling and whipping mutated flesh whips, or even small crushing claws. The mouths of some acolytes were replaced by a large number of feeding tendrils, and their throats grew spherical glands full of bio-acid that could melt metal in seconds.
The closer the Hive Fleet approached, the more diverse those terrifying mutations became. These mutated hybrids were the most evil existences of their kind, combining human intelligence with the barbaric power of the Tyranid.
But for the tribal brothers, these human-Tyranid hybrids were the true blessed ones. Their mutations, regarded as great signs, were the holy praises bestowed by the Patriarch and the Sons of the Stars. Mutated hybrids were worshiped by the cult as living saints, and their nests were filled with terrifying sacrifices. The cult hoped that by pleasing these hybrids, they could appease the extraordinary power that gave birth to them.
But ordinary Genestealers do not know that these mutated hybrid acolytes are not created by the Patriarch's will, but originate from the genetic shadow lurking in the Hive Mind's will—especially when the attacking fleet senses the existence of the cult and issues a psychic command to change the structure of the early generations to prepare for the coming war.
So they are not completely controlled by the Patriarch, but they will still obey the Patriarch, because the Patriarch is a higher-level node.