"...All senior commanders of Shield Guard have been directly or indirectly controlled."
When this female gene thief spoke, she felt a sense of pride. No one would have thought that the medical director in the Shield Guard Station was actually a core member of the Gene Stealer Sect. She used her extraordinary charm and charming temperament to confuse many senior servants in the space station. The Space Marines, who lacked 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?"
"When I go back 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 their lives for the Emperor of Stars at any time!"
"The armory must be controlled!"
"The armory has been controlled by the most pious and loyal believers!"
The bishop's scepter then pointed at a tall male in a gray uniform.
"How is the situation over the fleet?"
"Return to my Lord, the infiltration of the fleet is still continuing, but the untrustworthy people have become nervous due to the angel 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 job is disappointing.”
"I sincerely confess and will work harder."
"Well, maybe this is also the hint of Emperor Stars. Leaving a portion of the seeds in the fleet is conducive to the expansion of faith, so you can continue to do your job."
The bishop turned his head and looked at the old believer who was wearing a priest's robe on the far right.
“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 five years of great expansion, 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 a jihad to the unbelievers at any time."
"Open the hidden arsenal, count the quantity and prepare for distribution, and when my order is issued, I will see a great jihad army."
"yes."
Nodded, the bishop's eyes were resting on a believer in a gray-blue worker uniform.
"When the uprising is in progress, I have to make sure that all power plants, transportation stations, signal stations, and factories stop working. Can the Iron Claw Brotherhood do it?"
"My Lord, Brother Iron Claws will definitely not disappoint you!"
Finally, the bishop looked at a senior member closest to him. He looked no different from humans. He had a bare head, a crossed sign on his forehead, and was wearing a plain gray robe. This meant that he came from the most mysterious and confidential place in Sousa, the monastery fortress of the Emperor's Scythe Battle Chapter.
"How are the situations with the Space Marines now?"
"My Lord, due to Socira's absence, several company commanders have different opinions on how to defend... stubbornly, which makes their thoughts more 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 lonely loneliness. Who needs more attention among those company commanders now?"
After thinking for a while, the group's minion spy 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 used."
"I understand. The next focus of your work is to focus on infiltration of the aristocratic fortresses and the energy center, so as 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 God Emperor, the true Lord of Humanity, He loves us, and He is coming!"
All gene stealers also raised their arms, claws, and shouted loudly:
"For the Four-Armed Divine Emperor!"
Among them is not only the language of humans, but also the roar of wild beasts, part of which comes from pure blood species climbing in the shadow of the wall, and part of which comes from a more distorted 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 become closer to the limbs of Tyron's biological weapons.
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 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 races extend out sickle-shaped 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 become. 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 powers of the patriarch and the son of the stars, the 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 hybrids can comfort the extraordinary powers that have made them born.
But ordinary gene thieves do not know that these mutated hybrid acolytes were not created by the will of the patriarch, but were derived from the genetic shadow of the will of the nest 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 node with higher levels.