Chapter 3453 The trampled with holes
" All the senior commanders of the Shield Guard have been directly or indirectly controlled."
When the female gene thief spoke, she was filled with pride. I guess no one would have thought that the medical director in the Shield Guard station was actually a core member of the Gene Stealer Sect, and she used her extraordinary charm and charming temperament to confuse many senior servants in the space station. The Space Marines, who lack understanding and vigilance about men and women, had no doubts about a woman with obvious problems with "lifestyle", so that the other party could easily enter a key position.
The bishop nodded with satisfaction and pointed at another person, a tall man, even wearing a black military uniform.
"Is the Sotalan Defense Force ready?"
"Return to my lord, 90% of the senior officers of the Defense Army have been naturalized, and the rest are insignificant roles that can be dealt with at any time. More than 70% of the soldiers have accepted true faith and can sacrifice themselves for the Emperor of Stars at any time!"
"The armory must be controlled!"
"The armory has been controlled by the most devout and loyal believers!"
The bishop's scepter then pointed at a tall man in a gray uniform.
"How is the situation on the fleet?"
"Back to my Lord, the infiltration of the fleet is still continuing, but the unbelievers have become nervous due to the angels' message. They have tightened the standards for personnel selection. The only senior officer who has infiltrated recently is Lieutenant Hanniroll of the Heart of Cronos."
"Your work is disappointing."
"I sincerely repent and will work harder."
"Well, maybe this is also the hint of Emperor Star. Leaving a part of the seeds in the fleet is conducive to the expansion of faith, so you can continue to do your work."
The bishop turned his head and looked at the believer who was wearing a priest robe, hunched body, and quite old.
"Are the believers of the Father's Salvation Society ready?"
"As the angels' footsteps become louder, the believers are shown light, and more and more people are inspired. With the expansion of five years, the number of believers has exceeded eight million. They pray day and night, respond to the call of the angels, and are ready to launch jihad to the unbelievers."
"Open the hidden arsenal, count the number and be prepared for distribution. When my order is issued, I will see a great jihad army."
"Yes."
Nod, the bishop's eyes stayed on a believer in a gray-blue worker uniform.
"When the uprising, I want to make sure that all power plants, transportation stations, signal stations, and factories stop working. Can the Iron Claw Brotherhood do it?"
"My Lord, the Iron Claw Brotherhood will definitely not disappoint you!"
In the end, the bishop looked at a senior member closest to him. He looked no different from humans, but his head was bare, his forehead was marked with a double sickle cross sign, and he was wearing a simple gray robe, which represented that he came from the most mysterious and confidential place in Sousa, the monastery fortress of the Emperor's Scythe Battle. "What's the situation with the Space Marines now?"
"My Lord, due to Socira's absence, several company commanders have different opinions on how to defend and resist, which makes their thoughts intense and more misleading."
Hearing Sosilla's name, the patriarch let out a contemptuous laugh. "It's a pity that luck is not on our side. If this idiot who was easily manipulated and fooled by the elders, our career will be easier, but he left at this critical moment. It seems that his stupidity cannot even bear even the Heavenly Father. Then let him feel inferior and give up in the desperate loneliness. Who needs more attention among those company commanders now?"
After thinking for a moment, the spy from the war team gave the answer.
"The fourth company commander Thrace, the eighth company commander Wosuke (it is difficult to break up when this guy turns to Huron later). The former can often point out some loopholes in defense, especially the loopholes designed by the sect. The latter. He is not the son of Sosa. He is very withdrawn and gloomy. Few servants dare to approach him, so they naturally cannot be disturbed and misled. However, from the comprehensive judgment of various information, Wosuke, who is isolated because of his blood, is a little dissatisfied with the battle group. This may be a point that can be exploited."
"I understand. The focus of your work next is to focus on infiltration of the aristocratic fortress and the energy center, to ensure that the power of the space warriors is sufficiently weakened when the angels arrive."
"Yes."
The patriarch then raised his arms high.
"Believers! The time for ascension is coming! Everyone will be saved! The Four-armed Divine Emperor, the true Lord of Humanity, He loves us, and He is coming!"
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All gene stealers also raised their arms, claws, and shouted loudly:
"For the Four-Armed Divine Emperor!"
There are not only human language, but also wild beasts roar, part of which comes from pure blood species climbing in the shadow of the wall, and part of which comes from a more twisted creature.
They are at the forefront of the team, with a larger body than ordinary mixed-race acolytes, but their body is more distorted, their brains or bodies are covered with chitin carapaces, and one or two of the four arms have become closer to the body of the Tyron biological weapon.
These gene stealers were once mixed-blood acolytes, but as the day of ascension approached, strange phenomena appeared on these early generations of mixed-blood acolytes. Not only did they begin to look closer to pure-blood gene stealers, but their limbs also began to be similar to those of the Tyran Zerg.
As the dormant modes in the genetic structure are awakened, the arms of the first and second generations of mixed-blooded races extend out sickle-like bone blades, sharp enough to crush rocks, or mutant flesh whips that constantly curl and beat, or even small crushing claws, some acolytes' mouths are replaced by large ingestion tendrils, and their throats grow spherical glands full of biological acids that can melt metal in seconds.
The closer the worm nest fleet is, the more diverse those terrifying mutations are, these mutated hybrids are the most evil beings of their kind, combining human wisdom with the wild power of the Tyran Zerg.
But for the ethnic brothers, these humans and Tyrons are true blessers, who are regarded as great signs of mutation as tributes given by the divine power of the patriarch and the son of the stars, mutational hybrids are worshipped by the believers as living saints, and their nests are scattered with terrible sacrifices. The believers hope that by pleasing these mixed races, they can soothe the extraordinary power that has made them born.
But ordinary gene thieves don't know that these mutated hybrid acolytes were not created by the will of the patriarch, but were derived from the genetic shadow of the nest will lurking in the genes - especially when the incoming fleet sensed the existence of the cult and issued a psychological command to change the structure of the early generations to prepare for the upcoming war.
So they are not actually completely controlled by the patriarch, but they will still obey the patriarch because the patriarch is a higher-level node.