After the rally, the bishop was escorted away by his bodyguards and mutated mixed-race acolytes. He passed through the winding underground tunnel, which is the underground of Sotalan, the largest city in Sotalan, and the administrative center of the planet. The Emperor's Scythes had no intention of excessive interference in mortal affairs, and even had a completely laissez-faire and delegated mentality to the people, and this tradition would also cause a devastating blow to them.
Sotalan is very close to the Fortress of the Clan Monastery. Standing at the height of the city, you can see the towering top of the Faros Mountain. The Space Marines believe that this can protect the civilians, and they will never imagine that the object they want to protect has long been betrayed.
The Bishop was going to the Sotalan Presbyterian House, which is also the highest authority in the Sosavanna society. Even due to the lenient nature of the Space Marines, the power of the Presbyterian Church has extended to the fleet and orbit. Even the successive commanders of the Emperor's Scythe have treated the Presbyterian Church very well and often listened to their opinions and demands. Especially the current commander of the Battle of Sothila, who can almost be said to be obedient to the Presbyterians, without exception, this Presbyterian Church was completely controlled by the Gene Stealer Sect a hundred years ago. They were just puppets of the Bishop.
When the bishop passed through the layers of guards and entered the secret council hall under the ground of the Elders' House, the fourteen elders were already waiting here. They sat in a circle around the circular conference hall in gorgeous robes and wrinkled faces with humility and respect.
Leaving the guards outside the conference hall, the patriarch walked into the aperture in the center and said very bluntly:
"The ascension is coming. You have a lot of work to do. You have to cause all kinds of trouble for the Space Marines. You have to tell them the difficulties faced by civilians. Children are enduring hunger and many are displaced. They are ruthless cowards and are easily shaken by these languages. It is best to encourage some people to attack their fortresses. They cannot be believers. They must be unbelievers. They use lies and intimidation to create panic and let them escape where they think they are safe. In addition, try to slander the eighth company commander Wosuke, use your influence in the battle group to attack him from all aspects, attack him from his origin, bloodline, and behavior, so that other company commanders do not trust him and exclude him."
All the elders nodded neatly like puppets.
“Yes, my lord.”
"And, about Thrace--"
Suddenly, the metal plates on the wall made a high-frequency tremor. The guardian suddenly raised his head and his protruding eyes scanned the ventilation duct - it was an alert system carefully designed by the sect, and the sensing glands implanted by mixed-race workers in the duct.
But the warning came too late. With the buzzing of phase shift, more than a dozen metal skeletons of peeling ghosts appeared from the void. The emerald-colored energy blade instantly penetrated the skull of the closest mixed-blood acolyte. They didn't even have time to scream, and the flesh and blood under their skin seemed to dissolve.
"Enemy attack!"
The bishop's psychic roar instantly exploded in the closed space. The three sharp claws that the guardian followed suddenly unfolded, activated the three metal cans in his hand, and the liquid metal-like mist sprayed into a mist barrier.
At the same time, the mutated hybrid acolytes rushed in from outside the door and frantically pulled the modified automatic gun. The bullets splattered sparks on the skinned metal shell, but they could only leave fleeting dents.
The guardian took the lead and drew out a scimitar to try to cover the bishop's evacuation, but something appeared on his head at an extremely fast speed. The guardian's reaction was as fast as lightning, and he directly waved his two blades and slashed upwards.
With a click, the sharp blade was crushed in the shocked eyes of the guardian. The huge master of Shanghun came with a mountain collapse. Before the guardian had other actions, he used his claws to lift it into the air, and turned it into neat strips in half a second.
"What kind of monster is this!"
The bishop was stunned and immediately raised his hand to try to release his psychic energy, but Lakzan just let out a cold laugh, and then its jaw cracked into four pieces, releasing a wave of psychic interference that could not be captured by the naked eye.
"ah!"
Amid the screams, the bishop's robe suddenly collapsed, revealing the ugly alien body. The Lord Shanghun directly defeated him with a blow. Not only did the seven holes bleed, but the sticky carapace continued to peel off from the festering muscles.
In the chaos, the structure of the underground palace began to betray its builders. The skinned people had already left phase beacons here. A large number of skinned ghosts and huge tomb evil spirits continued to emerge in the shadows. The elders were torn apart one by one. The remaining mixed-race believers tried to retreat from the secret passages, but found that each passage was flashing with the faint light of the necromancer technology - the underground network they were proud of now has become a death maze set up by the Reapers.
Finally, when the last scream came to an abrupt end, Valgur pulled its claws out of the head of a mixed-race acolyte, and the splattered genetic material was annihilated by the entropy force field on the claw's tip before it even landed.
All the sounds disappeared, only the bishop's painful gasp. He found in horror that he was surrounded by monsters. There was only cold blood in their eyes, flashing like an epitaph on the ruins.
Suddenly he found that all the monsters lowered their heads, and then he floated up.
A cold big hand grabbed his neck from behind, then turned him around.
At that moment, he only saw a pair of scarlet eyes-
"The patriarch...is actually hiding there."
He let go of his hand and let the bishop's body, which was so shriveled that he had no drop of blood, smashed on the ground and split into pieces. Soshiyang in the air chewed on the information contained in the alien soul.
Because of the special spiritual connection between the bishop and the patriarch, when Soshiyan tried to spy, the patriarch also discovered it immediately and cut off the connection. The bishop even chose to break himself, but Soshiyan still got most of it.
In fact, he had been observing in the dark as early as the assembly. He originally thought that the bishop went directly to find the patriarch, but in the end he had a meeting first.
Then Soshiyan guessed that the bishop must have a way to contact the patriarch remotely, so he was likely not to look for the patriarch before Tyron invaded, so he chose to take the initiative.
In fact, everything surprised him very much from the time he came to Sosa.
He did not expect that a spacemarine's home star would be penetrated by alien cults like this, from the people to the army to the fleet, and even the battle group fortresses to be penetrated into sieves. He would never believe this in the past.
Should the weird shape be too cunning, or should the Emperor's Scythe be too incompetent?
After thinking about it, I only blame these four words. The Emperor's Scythe's unlimited lenient and laissez-faire for mortals is the root of everything. Turning closeness to the people into permissive people means that their thinking has been deteriorated from the moment the group was established, and they even forgot that they were the violent machine that ruled.
Sousa's current situation is just too ill to be rescued. Even without the Tyron Worm Horse Fleet, the Emperor's Scythe will not escape the fate of destruction in more than a hundred years, because their source of troops has been completely polluted, and gene stealers do not even need to use force.