The moment Adam's words fell, a string named 'reason' in Yarrick's mind snapped.
A rose rosary is literally an amulet. Although small, it contains a powerful deflection field generator that protects the wearer from attacks.
Its defensive power is even sufficient to protect one's life from plasma weapon fire.
Generally, such weapons are usually only seen on people of high status, such as senior personnel of the Ecclesiarchy, Canonesss of the Battle Sisters, Lord Inquisitors, Space Marine Chaplains, and so on.
Yarrick swore that before today, he had never imagined that the number of such rare amulets could be described in units of tens of thousands.
Adam, however, remained emotionally stable.
This is just the beginning!
His Reality Warping Ability doesn't consider the specific material or intricate design of the created object. It's much simpler and cruder: volume and mass.
This is also why Adam currently can't use his Reality Warping Ability to create a Gloriana-class Battleship from nothing, just by hand.
But for a small and exquisite rose rosary, he can easily create a large number of them whenever he wants.
What?
You're saying that its materials are rare, its parts precise, and it can't be mass-produced?
I don't understand. Go tell that to my Reality Warping Ability!
"This kind of thing, we... really..."
Yarrick struggled to utter a few words from his throat, but he couldn't form a coherent sentence.
He was completely unable to ponder this person's origins.
"How about it? With such material support, do you have enough confidence to conquer this fallen Hive City?"
Adam inquired.
"Of course, I assure you."
Yarrick's face became solemn. "Now, I have absolute confidence."
What a joke!
With such unimaginable conditions, if he still couldn't complete the mission, he might as well stop being an Imperial Political Commissar and just pull the trigger of a bolter to his head; that would be simpler and more direct.
And it wouldn't waste Imperial resources.
"Good, but I presume you'll also need some time for your armored regiment to adapt to this equipment."
Adam nodded and continued, "When the right time comes, you can attack."
"The right time?"
Hearing information related to military matters, Yarrick's consciousness immediately recovered from the intense shock.
What does that mean?
But just as he was about to ask, a flash of lightning streaked through his mind.
Yarrick suddenly noticed details he hadn't before.
"The Psyker Inquisitor is gone, could it be...?"
"You guessed correctly."
Adam nodded.
"I gave her a mission: to secretly infiltrate that Hive City and attempt to destroy the Ork artillery positions established inside the Hive City."
"If they can be destroyed, we can directly rush into the Hive City at the fastest speed and without suffering any losses."
"Indeed, but this is a very dangerous mission."
Yarrick frowned, "With all due respect, our advantage is already significant, there's no need to put an Inquisitor at such risk."
"Don't worry, you don't know her strength, and the task I gave her is merely to destroy the artillery positions, not to assassinate an Ork Warboss."
Adam was confident in this. "I believe Sibylla will complete this mission very well."
...
Inside the Hive City.
Sibylla, holding her power sword, walked along the steel-forged long street.
Looking around, the various mechanical structures of Imperial style had been completely replaced by Ork style; a large number of Ecclesiarchy symbols, Double-Headed Aquilas, and various other identifiers had been torn down or painted over; the once bustling crowds had disappeared, replaced by Greenskin Orks constantly moving through the streets, holding various firearms and excitedly roaring.
As for why she wasn't discovered, it was because a faint black mist enveloped her, completely obscuring Sibylla's figure.
This was the psychic spell "Veil of Night," an extremely effective stealth spell.
Psykers gather the power of the Warp to hide themselves and their allies within a flowing curtain of shadow, making them undetectable by enemies.
In fact, Sibylla had not learned this spell before.
She merely recalled the Warp fluctuations produced when other Psykers used this spell, and successfully mastered it after spending about ten minutes.
And all of this was thanks to the astonishing power of the Emperor's Contractee she had encountered.
That power, named Reality Warping, which even the Inquisitor's current experience could not fully comprehend, made all Warp fluctuations seem completely tamed, under her control as if an extension of her own arm.
This was once an unimaginable dream, but now it was a complete and utter reality.
The Inquisitor moved through the steel jungle, deftly slipping past Greenskin Orks. Using her psychic perception, she easily avoided all high-ranking Greenskin units that might see through her disguise.
Soon, guided by her psychic abilities, Sibylla arrived next to a steel clearing.
In the clearing, one thick heavy artillery barrel after another, whose names even Inquisitor Sibylla couldn't recall, pointed skyward, neatly arranged. Around these barrels, Mek Boys were busy, some debugging equipment, others maintaining various machinery.
And on the periphery of this artillery position, there were many patrolling Greenskin sentries, whose vigilance was surprisingly strict, completely unlike their usual disorganization, to the point that even human Commanders would be astonished.
But all of this, for Sibylla at this moment, was naturally ignored.
Sibylla began to ponder.
She could indeed act immediately; her Alpha-level rampant psychic power could easily level this position.
But doing so would undoubtedly expose her presence, attracting a large number of Orks to besiege her. At that point, Sibylla would probably have no choice but to use Warp teleportation to escape the battlefield.
However, merely destroying one artillery position was far from enough.
There were still many artillery positions scattered throughout the Hive City. Her mission should be to destroy the Greenskins' fire projection capabilities as much as possible.
Therefore, she had to adopt a method that would throw the Greenskins into temporary confusion without immediately raising their alert.
Fortunately, the Inquisitor was well-prepared.
A psychic light bloomed in Sibylla's eyes, and two dazzling rays flashed and vanished.
Not far away, a Greenskin Boy holding a big shoota instantly widened its eyes, and similar light emerged from its own eyes.
It was controlled.
The Greenskin Boy, manipulated, wobbled to an unoccupied corner. Then Sibylla tore open the Veil of Night, stood before it, and made it open its mouth.
The next moment, the Inquisitor pulled an item from her pocket.
It was a tin can with colorful patterns printed on it, and lines of large red text:
["Ant-Ox Canned Meat, produced by the Departmento Munitorum."]
["Requires four days of flame roasting before consumption. Violators, this party is not responsible for their life safety."]
She used invisible psychic power to tear open the can, and the next moment, with swift hands, stuffed the Ant-Ox meat inside into the Greenskin Boy's mouth.