Squeezing through the crowd of commotion crews and walking in front of them, I saw what had induced the commotion.

On the other side, the group of people who were only ten meters away from each other, like us, were also wearing the uniforms of the crew and holding weapons mainly shotguns, but the difference was that their faces or clothes had been depicted with the eight-pointed star emblem of chaos in blood-red color. The two groups looked at each other in awkward silence, each hand firmly grasping the various weapons, but the muzzles of the guns were pointed as far as possible at the ground. Even, the veteran of Oglin who had always rushed to the front, was in confusion at this time, and it was obvious that there were many people on the other side that he knew.

Fallen crew! Damn, I should have thought of this a long time ago - in fact, this is the most difficult, if not the most difficult, but at least the most disgusting problem to face in the battle against Chaos - the rebellion of my own people.

If I were standing behind a group of real veterans who had fought hard and engraved their obedience in their bones, I would have given the order to fire without hesitation, and they would have carried it out without hesitation. But behind me were in fact armed civilians who had joined the battle in anger at the tragic deaths of their relatives and friends, who had no understanding of the will of the Empire, and who had not developed the habit of obedience, and who were to order them to open fire on their former comrades would likely lead to a mutiny.

There were only a dozen or so men on the other side, and although they looked stronger and stronger, they looked more like professional soldiers than the armed civilians on my side, but the sheer inferiority in manpower and firepower meant that they would never survive a volley, and I only needed a small psionic energy to keep these people behind me unscathed. But in addition to protecting the morale of my men, there was a greater reason to stop my impulses.

There's a good chance that there's a more valuable prey nearby......

The men of Sadomasochism and Salis are all madmen who take pleasure in killing, and rarely have the habit of taking prisoners, and this act of converting the minds of their opponents on the battlefield is more like that of the Bearers. Although the above is just my unfounded speculation, intuition is often closer to reality than educated inference.

First of all, he sent a psionic message to Sylvia, asking her to restrain the nun and not cause a direct violent conflict for the time being, and at the same time telling her to be ready to fly and surprise at any time. Then I silently retreated into the middle of the crowd and watched the other person's movements.

They're certainly not going to be content to just plug people here, and the next step is probably to confuse and incite the crew around me. And that's the opportunity I need.

Thinking that the other party also had a psychic who might be very powerful, I didn't dare to release my psionic sense to probe in front of me, lest I expose my own existence. Luckily, I didn't feel like anyone was using psionic energy to probe this area, so I could barely use the telepathy to communicate with the people around me.

After staring at each other in embarrassment for a moment, a person on the other side released his weapon and let it hang diagonally, walked out of the queue and said, "My brothers, come to our side." We don't work for this ruthless empire anymore. ”

Aishwarya's deliberately low voice came from the communicator, "What do you want to do?" Any contact with Chaos is an unforgivable heresy! Although he was angry, he didn't shout out after all.

"Find the enemy, kill the enemy." I replied, "Shut up now, I don't have to explain my every plan to you." ”

There were crew members around me who wanted to speak, but Nalgae at the front was one step ahead. He raised his gavel and slammed it into the ground, a loud sound that shocked everyone on both sides.

"is going to the restaurant! No one wants to stop Nalgae! ”…,

I breathed a sigh of relief. O'Green's normal performance is still very appropriate at this time, and I don't need to risk my own mental decline to forcibly control his mind.

With a huge voice, a huge size, and a huge body odor, the mutinous crew members standing in front of Ogelin quietly took two steps back under the incomparable deterrence, and looked to the left and right in an attempt to use the numerical advantage to save a little courage, but the side was empty. His companion retreated farther than he did.

"Okay, can go to the restaurant." The lone mutineer stubbornly negotiated with the big guy, "There are a lot of restaurants on the ship, and I know that knows the way to all of them, so please go somehow?" Behind me is the officers' cafeteria, and the leaders won't let you in. ”

"Wow, ah, ah, ah!!!" Nigg yelled so loudly that the mutineer on the opposite side almost sat down, "Nigae is the person who is the commander of the regiment, Nigae can enter the officer's cafeteria!" The things in the officer's cafeteria are delicious! Besides, it's not dinner time at all, your leaders aren't here! ”

He took a step forward, bent down ninety degrees and brought his huge face in front of the other man, and at the same time leaned over the even larger wooden mallet covered with broken iron and stained with blood, "Also, have you forgotten?" Here, I'm the leader! ”

The poor crew was so sick with Oglien's terrible bad breath that they could no longer speak. It was evident that he had realized that any sophistry was pale and vulnerable in the face of a blood-stained mallet.

Just as the crew was on the verge of collapse, a man behind him stepped forward to save him, "Our boss said, you can go in, but you have to put down the mallet first." ”

Without saying a word, threw the mallet away, then pushed through the crowd and walked inside. I made a gesture among the crew for everyone to follow, and again summoned Sylvia to hide behind and not follow. Sylvia said that the nun's dress was too eye-catching.

I could already feel the slightest wave of psionic energy, and it was clear that the prey I was looking for was nearby, in the officer's cafeteria that the group was trying so hard to protect.

"Wait, you can't get over yet......" one of the mutineers shouted, but their queue was already crowded by Oglim and could no longer be stopped.

Turning the corner, there was still a large group of infidels hiding here, many more in number than us, but when they saw that their new companions had spared us, these people did not stop us, but lined up to welcome us over, and they were not even in a state of battle.

It was at this time that I had the opportunity to look at the mortals who had fallen into chaos.

Most of them are strong, wearing uniforms of varying style, light carapace armor or thinner body armor, lightweight helmets and breathing masks, and weapons are mostly small-caliber live-fire automatic rifles, but also a small number of laser rifles and shotguns. As far as I know, the Laser Rifle was issued throughout the Empire as the standard weapon of the Imperial Defense Forces until four millennia after the Great Mutiny, so while Chaos also has a forged world in subspace, the individual small arms that can be provided on a large scale are much older live-fire weapons. Their armor and masks depict a variety of strange and distorted patterns, most of which are the most common eight-pointed star emblems of Chaos, and a few are those specific to a specific evil god. Perhaps because of the fact that they are elite troops that are closer to the big shots, some of them have developed some mutations, such as horns on the top of their heads, tentacles on their bodies, etc., indicating that they have gained additional divine graces. If they can fall further, they will be completely corrupted by the energy of the subspace and become complete demons. …,

They can't wait for that day, I said silently.

There were many forks in the road, but with Nalgae's guidance, we still found our destination directly. Before I even entered the restaurant, I felt the aura of chaos that was so thick that it almost suffocated me.

It's really fat and big enough prey, it must be at the level of a lord or a champion.

In addition to the joy, I also have a faint worry. Generally speaking, even if it is a wild boar or a stag, if it is large enough to reach a certain level, it is very threatening, and it is not something that an ordinary hunter can deal with. What's more, I'm not about to face a herbivore. It was one of the most dangerous and cruel beings in the world.

But soon I confirmed another piece of good news. I heard the other person talking, and although the voice was loud and full, it was very infectious and incendiary, but the hidden tiredness could not escape my sense. If his guess is correct, he is the one who fought with Eddie before.

“…… Who will mourn for you who died here in obscurity like you? Not all deeds will be recorded, not all devotions will be rewarded, O rotten and foolish kingdom, where the corpse eaters steal the throne on high, and warriors like you who fight to the death will only rot silently in the wilderness, is it this filthy system that you have sworn to protect? Look at my side again, how generous the gods of chaos are, and anything that can please their master will be rewarded with the richest of things, whatever you want, invincible strength, indestructible body, omniscient wisdom, endless pleasure, and even near-eternal fate, all the good things that mortals can imagine and cannot imagine, at this time, only you can offer your loyalty to Chaos......"

Truth be told, this kind of seductive eloquence combined with seductive rhetoric is enough to convince some mortals who are not strong-willed, but it is still far from being for an imperial elite like me who has experienced many temptations.

Walking into the restaurant, the first thing that caught my eye was the tall Chaos Lord, who was wearing an unusually gorgeous ancient power armor, and there was no mutation on his exposed head. The breastplate depicts only a chaotic eight-pointed star, and the emblem on the shoulder guard is also a hideous demon head in the middle of an eight-pointed star. Loyalty to Chaos rather than to an evil god is clearly a Bearer.

He was accompanied by two Chaos Space Marines who didn't show any nervousness when they saw us come in, and obviously didn't take us seriously. Opposite them were five battle nuns who had lost their weapons, and although their armor was still intact, they didn't look like they were injured, and they were only wrapped in some chains, but the thick bullet casings that almost covered the ground showed what a fierce battle had taken place here. Looking at the thick layer of sludge beneath my feet, I could imagine what had once been flowing blood, mixed with ashes of flesh and bones. After taking this place, Chaos only had time to remove the corpses, and had not yet cleaned the floor.

In a corner of the dining room, I saw the weapons used by the nuns, two hand-held heavy bolt machine guns, a heavy spitfire, a hot melt gun, and a chainsaw with many missing serrations.

A fully formed heavy weapons team, a team of clean angels. Before they were captured, they must have done something that would make the blood gods happy. Relying solely on weakly defended pagan cannon fodder could not break through the corridors sealed by heavy explosive bolts and heavy firesprays, the nuns were caught only when their ammunition was completely exhausted.

Seeing us enter, only the Chaos Lord glanced at us, "Ah, there's a new guest." So are you ready to join us? ”

I quietly hooked up with Ogli's mind and tried to get him to attack first to get the enemy's attention, and then I felt a message that surprised me.

"The enemy looks too strong to deal with with his fists. You have to rely on your head ......"

Brain, you're a head! It took a lot of self-control on my part to keep myself from screaming. Oglin actually wants to use his head? Wouldn't I be able to wipe out the enemy with my ass?!