Chapter 986, Cleansing Up the Traitors

Brigadier General Adrian was hurrying along on his ship.

After dismissing his adjutant, he headed towards a secluded spot on the ship.

It was originally one of the officers' mess halls on the ship, but it was penetrated and destroyed by cannon fire during a naval battle. Although it was later repaired, it was sealed off for a long period of time at Adrian's behest.

This incident did not attract much attention. The officers' canteen had long been moved elsewhere, and no one really thought about whether a canteen destroyed in the war had been repaired, or what it was used for after it was repaired.

The reconstructed area naturally became the place where Brigadier General Adrian and some of his close associates held secret meetings.

Upon arrival, a dozen or so people had already gathered there.

They were all officers on the ship, assigned to various positions.

Upon seeing Adrian's arrival, they all bowed.

One of them asked urgently, "Captain, didn't you say... the situation hasn't been good lately, and that all departments were required to maintain strict secrecy and keep a low profile? Why have you suddenly summoned us again?"

"The Lord of Change has sent an envoy." Adrian said with a hint of fanaticism, "We have performed well enough in the last operation to deserve a reward."

The others looked at each other.

Although Tzeentch's followers also had a deep faith in their evil god, they were not as blind and fanatical as the followers of the other evil gods.

The fact that the captain broke the silence and gathered everyone together to make such remarks... raises some suspicions.

They know what they have done.

For the sake of their "master," they received orders to instigate unrest during negotiations between the Solar Fleet and the Son of God's fleet. Afterwards, they fabricated orders, shifting blame and contacting other "fellow believers" and others who had been misled by them in the chaos, forming a de facto united front to resist investigation…

In this process, they all pretended to be loyal subjects of the empire.

This protective layer must not be torn.

The order requiring them to remain silent and maintain their facade also came from above.

Suddenly taking such a big risk, holding a gathering and sending envoys... something just doesn't seem right.

As an atmosphere of unease spread among the crowd, Adrian, as both captain and the highest-ranking member of the church, suppressed all his doubts:

“I know what you’re thinking, but don’t be nervous. That is indeed the embodiment of a monarch who can change his mind at will.”

Adrian was full of confidence.

He witnessed it with his own eyes, how could it be false?

"No need to rush, the time is almost up... Look, he's here!"

Blue and pink light suddenly fell from the ceiling and was gathered into the shape of a person by a gust of wind.

His face was covered, but on his face and body, there were countless eyes.

As his body was fully formed, all his eyes opened in an instant, looking at everyone present with lively eyes.

A faint voice came: "Very good, everyone has arrived and is very punctual."

Almost all of the Tzeentch followers present believed the newcomer's identity.

Look at the number of those eyes, feel the scent and aura emanating from them—it is purer and more unpredictable than any of the beings they have ever seen or come closest to!
Can this be false?
The messenger drew a symbol of nine eyeballs with his hand, and more blue and pink light dust enveloped everyone present.

"what is this?"

There were still some skeptics who mustered up the courage to ask this question.

The messenger paused. “This is a reward, a guide to the Lord’s Kingdom, to receive more blessings, so that you can better serve the Lord in the future. If you hesitate, you don’t have to go.”

After saying this, Guangchen seemed to intend to leave.

"No, no, no!" someone quickly stopped them.

"Then let's not talk so much." The messenger's attitude was rather arrogant. "There are still many things to do, many believers who need me to guide, and we have a big operation to carry out. We are going to stir up even greater turmoil. We don't have time to get entangled here any longer."

Finally, no one was talking nonsense anymore.

They no longer resisted, allowing the incarnation of this ever-changing monarch to cover them with magical power.

They felt their bodies becoming distorted, and the scene they saw was constantly twisting and changing, turning into a hazy, shimmering light.

After the unsettling spacetime distortion, they collapsed to the ground, taking a while to recover and regain their senses.

"Ok?"

Some people raised a questioning voice.

They had originally thought they were returning to a magical place, and they had imagined what kind of environment the Lord and His faithful servants would live in.

But... they never expected it to turn out like this.

The walls on all sides were metal, and the ceiling was lit by stark white lights.

It's just... the style of this lamp, the color of this metal wall... the more I look at it, the more familiar it seems?
Some of them had even recently visited such a place—isn't this the same style as the interrogation room on a human ship?

Where is the embodiment of the ever-changing monarch? Where is the messenger who led them into the kingdom of the Lord?

The metal door was opened, and a team of people dressed as judges walked in.

The leader counted the people, then, referring to the data panel in his hand, called out the names, ranks, and positions of the captains and officers laid out on the interrogation room floor one by one, comparing them with their identities.

None of them answered.

But the judges didn't take it seriously.

After taking attendance, they came forward, subdued the prisoners one by one, put them in shackles, and took them all away.

Soon, the officers from the cruiser 'Flying Glory' figured out where they were.

This is the flagship of the Solar Fleet, the Emperor-class battleship 'Eternal Flame'.

……

"I never imagined that there would actually be so many traitors in my fleet."

When he said this, Marshal Song Min, the commander-in-chief of the Solar Fleet, appeared extremely distressed.

At the same time, cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.

He was really scared.

He feared being betrayed and killed by these corrupt junior captains and officers, and he also feared that one day he would succumb to temptation and unknowingly fall under the spell of the evil god and become corrupted.

Falling into a cult is not such a simple act of self-deception; on the contrary, it is the consequence of completely losing oneself.

Opposite him, Gu Jing sat with his legs crossed, in a relaxed posture.

Behind him, the phantom of a demon lord of ever-changing forms appeared and disappeared intermittently.

(End of this chapter)