The atmosphere on the tarmac suddenly became depressing.
The charge of heresy is too serious, and no one dares to speak carelessly.
Magos Koro continued, "My database contains no data on this mechanical exoskeleton. Clearly, it is not a creation of Omnissiah."
Daniel stepped forward and explained, "This is exoskeleton armor modified by Saints to reduce casualties on the battlefield."
"This is blasphemy against the Omnissiah!"
"You're a damned heretic, a liar intent on deceiving everyone."
Magos Ke Luo pointed at Daniel and shouted.
"You'd better watch your words, Magos Koro."
Bishop Hydrak spoke for Daniel.
"His Excellency the Guide is the messenger of the God Emperor."
"The messenger of Omnissiah will not tamper with the creations of Omnissiah. He is a liar." said Magos Koro.
"This is a serious offense and accusation." Daniel glanced at the crowd, "If you don't need my assistance, then I'll take my leave."
"Sir Guide, please forgive Magos Koro's rudeness. We need your help."
Fax apologized to Daniel, then walked towards Magos Ke Luo and said sternly.
"Magos, you should rest now. Let your deputy handle the battlefield report. This isn't a request, but an order from the Valsius family. Don't make me repeat it a second time."
Magos Koro's crimson eyes were fixed on Fax.
But soon, he was defeated.
There was no way he could shake the authority of the Valancius family here.
"Governor, I will obey your orders."
Magos Koro chose to step aside, but that didn't mean he would surrender.
"This is blasphemy against the Omnissiah! This matter will not end here. I will inform Mars of this."
These words made Fax's face turn ugly, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.
Magos Koro's actions made him lose face, and he also worried that this incident would become a hidden danger threatening the family in the future.
Even if the Valancius family had a Rogue Trader's Certificate signed by the Emperor, they would not be able to gain any benefits on Mars.
But the situation is urgent now. If the Valancius family does not seek help from the guide, they will not be able to survive even now.
It would be better for everyone if a certain Magos could shut up completely.
End this little farce.
Daniel walked into the nest city, surrounded by dignitaries such as Fax and Bishop Dracula.
"How magnificent, how spectacular."
WrongHammer opened his eyes wide, looking up at the towering spires and giant statues hundreds of meters high, and the shock lasted for a long time.
The same goes for other players.
They were shocked to feel the grandeur of the hive city at such a close distance.
Daniel was taken to a hall with a dome and giant machinery installed on it.
A huge holographic projection was suspended on a metal platform in the center of the hall.
It shows the entirety of Tyrian Hive.
There are also numbers of various loyal troops.
Outside the hive city are densely packed red dots.
The enemy greatly outnumbered them.
When Daniel checked the holographic projection of the battlefield situation.
The holographic projection suddenly flickered violently.
The metal console made a screeching and hissing sound.
"The machine spirit is unhappy and needs to be appeased."
A mechanical priest looked panicked.
He picked up the incense burner and wanted to come over and perform a soothing ritual on the console.
Before he got close, he heard the harsh voice of Magos Koro.
"Anyone who assists in the blasphemy of Omnissiah will be guilty of the same sin as the sinner."
These words made the mechanical priest stop and retreat silently.
The other priests did not dare to challenge the authority of Magos Koro and they all lowered their heads and dared not speak.
"Magos Koro, let's solve the current problem first, and we can deal with other things later."
Fax looked at Magos Koro, hoping that he could send someone to repair the projector.
"Either punish that damned heretic, or you can handle it yourselves."
Magos Koro pointed at Daniel, his mechanical voice cold and ruthless.
He wanted to let these guys know.
Without his help, let alone winning this battle, even the battlefield hologram would be useless.
Daniel glanced at Magos Koro, then placed his hand on the projection console that was roaring and wailing.
Activate the skill "Calming the Machine Soul".
Golden light emanated from his hands.
After a while, the out-of-control machine spirit calmed down.
The flickering projection reloaded, outlining a detailed map of the battlefield situation. This scene shocked everyone in the hall.
It also completely confirmed Daniel's identity as a living saint.
"Honorable Saint." Bishop Hydrak hurriedly walked up to Daniel, knelt on the ground devoutly, and kissed his feet.
"This is the power of Omnissiah."
Others also reverently performed the imperial salute to Daniel.
Daniel looked at the many mechanical priests behind Magos Koro.
"Korro the Magos has abandoned Omnissiah. Are you sure you want to continue following him?"
As soon as these words were spoken, many mechanical priests looked uneasy.
They all passed Magos Koro and bowed devoutly to Daniel, praising for his mercy and forgiveness.
"The identity of a living saint is really useful."
The BaldCustodian stared at the kneeling crowd and muttered.
"Don't you see the Guide's abilities? I almost suspect he is the Emperor's biological son." Warmaster said in a low voice.
"Don't talk nonsense."
Rigby stopped the two from talking nonsense.
No one in the hall paid any attention to Magos Koro's words.
In the fanatically religious Imperium of Man, the Emperor's position is undoubtedly supreme.
And His messengers walk among the stars, representing His will.
To disobey His messenger is undoubtedly to disobey Him.
No one dared to take such a charge.
Otherwise, even if they can survive this crisis by chance.
The Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy will also come after them.
At that time, they would have to pray for a quick and peaceful death.
Magos Koro looked at this scene and turned away angrily.
Daniel stared at Magos Ke Luo's departing back and frowned.
A Martian dogmatic conservative will certainly cause a lot of trouble in the future.
After all, those little players are so troublesome.
The other party must be shot three times in the back and die by suicide.
Only after Magos Koro disappeared did Daniel shift his gaze and return it to the projector.
"Now, let's analyze the current battlefield situation."
"The rebels have the assistance of the Dark God and can drive countless plague zombies."
"The Imperial Army is too small to hold the main city of Tyrian Hive."
The planet Atomal originally had four hive cities.
Three and a half have fallen so far.
Countless citizens of the empire were transformed into plague zombies.
Relying solely on the zombie tide tactic, the rebels were able to wear down the imperial defenders.
"In a frontal battlefield, we are at an absolute disadvantage."
"But we have a Gloriana-class battleship in our hands. I will move this battleship over the rebels and bomb their main force."
"On the other hand, I will send elite teams to conduct special operations, seize important areas, and decapitate those important targets."
WrongHammer looked at everyone in the hall boredly.
Although the building outside the window is magnificent, it is very shocking at first glance.
But after looking at it a few more times, that's it.
He had no interest in military meetings and didn't want to listen.
WrongHammer's eyes were fixed on a bald soldier next to him.
"This bald man has a unique forehead, with lines running up to the sky. Could he be an old Beijinger?"
WrongHammer made a joke in his heart.
But as he was laughing, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.
Because it wasn't just one soldier. More than one-third of the soldiers in the hall were bald, and all of them had bald heads and tattoos.
One could say it's genetic, or some other messed up reason.
But if ten or a hundred of them appear at the same time, it will be a big problem!
"I feel something is wrong." WrongHammer came close to the war commander.
Warmaster looked puzzled. "Something's wrong. What's wrong?"
"Look at the third one on the left, his forehead."
"What's wrong? Isn't it just a bald head with a few wrinkles on his forehead?"
"One isn't scary, but what if ten, a hundred, are all like this?"
The war commander who was originally laughing stopped laughing in an instant.
He looked around and confirmed what the BaldCustodian said.
This planet seems to be in trouble!!