I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 254 is great! Very inspiring!

When Isabella heard that orcs were selling single crystals, she was completely dumbfounded.

She was even thinking of using the name of the single crystal to ask her fellow Eldar for help, but little did she expect that a green-skinned merchant would block her way.

Isabella was unwilling to give up and repeatedly reminded Li Nuo that single crystals were not so easy to prepare, and that the green-skinned merchant who called himself Bloodhand might be selling fakes.

But as Li Nuo brought a ship full of monocrystalline crystals, Isabella's heart sank deeper and deeper, completely extinguishing any hope of escape.

The powder unloaded from the ship was crystal clear, with an orderly microstructure and symmetrical and regular geometric patterns that looked like the work of a master craftsman.

Even though she was a hundred times unwilling, Isabella had to admit that this was indeed a single crystal.

Who exactly is that green-skinned merchant known as "Bloody Hand"? Where did he get so many single crystals?

Is this reasonable?

Isabella's escape plan failed once again, leaving her feeling powerless and with no choice but to obediently work for the green-skinned old man.

Li Nuo had no time to care about her little schemes.

The cult's ships are about to arrive in the Kelkelly Sector, and the two agents named Black Cup and Red Wine are ready to infiltrate the refugee ranks.

The Kelkelly Sector is a cube with sides of 206 light-years and contains 15 Imperial worlds.

The Ulanor orcs surged in from the neighboring Pamela sector, sweeping through the Kelkelly sector from east to west.

Six months ago, the Starsector Governor's Space Guard was almost wiped out, and the Imperial Army intervened in the conflict, becoming the main force in resisting the Orcish invasion.

A month ago, half of the Imperial world in the Kelkelly Sector fell to the enemy, and Logar's 47th Expeditionary Fleet was ordered to join the war.

The Space Marine Legion's combat prowess is beyond question; Expeditionary Fleet 47 conquered more than 30 Imperial worlds within a month.

Not long ago, Ulgri, the orc emperor of the Ulanor Empire, suddenly appeared on the front lines.

Ten orc warlord armies arrived in the Kel'kelly sector with Ulgri. It was a massive orc army of tens of millions, with no fewer than two hundred battleships alone.

Loga had no choice but to call in two more expeditionary fleets to provide support.

At one time, the number of Word Bearers fighting in the Kelkelly Sector reached as many as 10.

Even so, Ulanno continued to steadily advance its front.

Many of the Empire's worlds, which had just driven away the orcs, were once again surrounded by green-skinned aliens.

"Whoosh—Bang!"

A green rocket fell from the sky and shot down a personnel shuttle that was evacuating from the ground.

Dust and flames shot into the sky along with the sonic boom of the explosion, and the refugees trembled in fear under the protection of high walls and shields.

Dozens of sniper planes roared in, dropping wave after wave of bombs and rockets.

The shelter's shields flickered incessantly from the explosions, sending ripples of fear through the hearts of the refugees and the ordinary soldiers stationed there.

"Those damned orcs are launching another air raid!"

"Clear the ground! Non-combat personnel, assemble in the underground air-raid shelters! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

The Imperial Army drove the refugees who were stranded on the surface underground, and the scene became chaotic.

"Buzzing..."

Hundreds of swooping fighter jets swooped down, their engines emitting a sharp, piercing scream like a death knell.

The boy wearing red goggles opened his mouth wide, letting the strong wind puff out his cheeks.

They watched the shrimp panicking beneath the shields, then roared with wild laughter and launched explosives at the anti-aircraft fire.

“Bang bang bang bang bang bang————”

The shelter's shield trembled violently, and the light grew dimmer and dimmer, yet half of the refugees had not yet returned to the air-raid shelter.

More KADA fighter jets flew in from a distance, followed by a green-skinned frigate.

The moment the ship was seen, the air pressure inside the shelter dropped several notches, and a thick atmosphere of despair quickly filled the air.

This was merely a temporary shelter, specifically for transporting local refugees; it was hardly a match for the powerful cannons of warships.

With just one salvo of broadside fire, the shelter would be a thing of the past.

To the surprise of the refugees and the garrison, the ship launched an attack on the Kada fighter jet.

Machine guns, lasers, and macro cannons were all unleashed, and a single surprise attack destroyed more than a dozen Kada fighter jets.

The green-skinned aircraft in the sky were stunned. Before they could react, the frigates launched another fierce attack.

"Bang bang bang bang——"

"Clap clap clap clap—"

"Rumble—"

The sky lit up with flashes of fire as the frigate's high-speed cannons relentlessly decimated the fighter jets, while the fighter jets' missiles and machine guns were unable to penetrate the frigate's outer armor plates.

This scene left the people in the shelter stunned.

"Why are the green-skinned people fighting with their own people?"

“Those green-skinned men on the ship are absolutely insane! ...But this is a good thing for us.”

"Sir, we've received a communication request from the green-skinned frigate. Shall we bring it in?"

Inside the shelter's command center, the communications officer operating the sonic array device asked a loud question.

The garrison commander was the company commander of the 872nd Company of the 1135th Legion of the Imperial Army. His right arm was blown off and he did not have time to have surgery, so he could only command the battle with his injury.

He braced himself against the railing with his left hand and looked at the communication code on the sound array screen; it was indeed a communication request from the green-skinned frigate.

"Bring them in. I want to see what these damned aliens are up to."

"Yes, sir."

The communications officer pressed the answer button.

A holographic communication screen popped up, and a man with a human appearance appeared.

The commander was stunned:
"How come you're human? Greenskins can now disguise themselves as humans?"

"My lord, I know you have many questions, please listen to me."

The man in the picture is wearing the uniform of a commander of an armed cargo ship convoy, with bloodstains on his body, and his expression is solemn and serious.
"I am the commander of the armed logistics squadron under the hive city of Biloska in the Pamela Sector. My squadron recently returned to the Pamela Sector from the Gernia Sector, only to discover then that the Pamela Sector had fallen. We fought the Orc fleet and suffered heavy losses, losing all our ships..."

"Then how come you ended up on the orcs' warship?" the sanctuary commander couldn't help but ask.

The man, who identified himself as the commander of the armed logistics formation, said:
“This is a ship we stole. If it weren’t for this ship helping me deceive the orcs, we would have died in the Pamela Sector long ago. My crew and I will help you hold off the orc fighter squadrons. I would like to ask you for a favor: please explain our origins and identities to the Imperial Army. I don’t want to be mistaken for orcs by the Imperial fleet.”

The shelter commander glanced at the firelight in the sky and nodded:

“I will help you explain the situation to the Imperial Army and prove your story. On behalf of the refugees and soldiers in the shelter, I express my highest respect for your bravery and fearlessness.”

The shelter commander performs the Eagle Salute.

The man on the other end of the communication made the same gesture.

Communication ends.

The green-skinned frigates were engaged in aerial combat with the orcish fighter squadrons, significantly reducing the air defense pressure on the sanctuary.

Inside the frigate's bridge, a smile played on the lips of the man on the command platform, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes:

"Red wine, success. That guy agreed to help us verify our identities."

"Don't be too happy yet. Whether or not you can pass the Imperial Military Affairs Department's identity verification is not something that an ordinary Imperial Army company commander can decide."

A cult agent named Red Wine disguised himself as a helmsman and skillfully manipulated the ship's rudder.

The crew members working on the bridge were also cult agents. Thanks to the elders' prophetic abilities, they obtained a false identity, allowing them to disguise themselves as armed logistics units from the Pamela Sector and infiltrate the battlefield of the Kelkelly Sector.

The actual logistics fleet had long been torn to pieces by the orcs, the crews became orc food, and the ships were dismantled and thrown into the slag heap of Ulanor.

Everything that could prove their identity, such as genetic samples and biometric codes, was destroyed by the Orks when the Pamela Sector fell.

As long as the cult agents don't give themselves away, no one can expose their disguise.

…Aside from the special forces lad in the corner of the bridge, there was also "Poison Nail" Axon.

Li Nuo received a notification from the archived briefing, possessed Axon, and secretly watched a good show.

The cult agents' plan of action was not complicated.

They would use the elders' prophetic abilities to portray themselves as heroes in the Battle of Kelkelly, ultimately receiving personal commendation from the chief priest of the Word Bearers, Eribus.

When making contact with Eribas, cult agents will convey a certain message to the other party to quickly gain their trust, and then engage in a series of private exchanges.

What exactly the two sides discussed in private was beyond Li Nuo's knowledge; Yaxen hadn't overheard this part of the conversation while secretly observing the cult.

"My lord, an Imperial fleet has appeared in near-Earth orbit. It looks like the Solar Force."

"Sir, I have received a broadcast signal. The Solar Force has ordered us to land at the designated location and undergo their inspection."

Dozens of fighters from the Solar Force entered the atmosphere and engaged in combat with the Orcish Kada fighters, but did not attack the Greenskin frigates controlled by the Cult.

Seeing this, the secret agents smiled with satisfaction.

The commander of the shelter was trustworthy enough to explain the situation to the Sun Army on their behalf.

Then it will be easier to handle.

They had forged a complete set of identity documents, enough to fool the Sun Army.

The green-skinned frigate put away its machine guns, turned around, and withdrew from the battlefield, landing more than ten kilometers away from the shelter.

Three heavy assault shuttles flew over.

Two ships circled in the air on alert, while the remaining ship descended near the external hatch of the green-skinned frigate.

The cult agents opened the hatch to allow the Solar Army to inspect the area.

Li Nuo watched the whole thing from the sidelines, intending to be a spectator.

But when the Sun Army's inspection team appeared, he became restless.

The newcomers were none other than Mona and her two companions, who had graduated from the Orc Destroyer class.

Mona is now the Marine Corps Company Commander of the 13th Company, 352nd Regiment of the Sun Army, in charge of the veterans of the former Orc Destroyer Company.

Her two deputies were Wick and Leia.

With the help of orc prediction experts and alchemical potions, the three of them could easily deal with the orcs, but now they were facing the cunning and treacherous cult.

If the activities of the cult members are exposed in the future, Mona and her two companions, who are responsible for checking their identities, will definitely be the first to suffer.

Not only would they be investigated by the military affairs department, but they might also be sent to work in the mines, which would be a real ordeal.

"Luckily, I was there to keep an eye on things. The three of you are lucky; you didn't get killed by the cult."

Li Nuo secretly plotted to find a way to clear Mengna and the other two of the blame.

But soon, a strange thought popped into his head.

If he helps Mona and the other two expose the secrets of the cult, then the cult members' plans will fall through.

If members of the esoteric sect cannot see Eribas, the prophecies of the esoteric elders will also become invalid.

So here's the question: would the Cult Elders have foreseen that an Orc was hiding on the Greenskin Frigate and would expose the Cult members' disguise?

If it can foresee the future, yet still allows members of the cult to carry out the plan, what is its purpose?
If it cannot foresee, then why can't it foresee?

Li Nuo's mind raced, and he vaguely sensed that he was about to discover something extraordinary.

He silently recited "psychic field" in his mind.

A psionic field resembling a black veil appeared, enveloping him like a soft curtain. It looked thin and fragile, yet it was airtight and strong enough to withstand the malice from the subspace.

Li Nuo suddenly remembered what Isabella had said and suddenly understood.

"I understand! I understand!"

"The system says my psionic field is equivalent to a single-person network. Whatever the network has, my psionic field will have the same effect."

"The internet can block prophecy, so my spiritual energy field can naturally block prophecy as well."

"Therefore, I was never part of the prophecy of the esoteric elders from the very beginning!"

Li Nuo rubbed his hands together excitedly, almost bursting out laughing.

By the time he realized what was happening, it was already a bit too late.

But that's okay, there's still a lot of room for maneuver.

As the saying goes, wanting everything, wanting more, and wanting more is an "impossible triangle".

With the help of the psionic field, he could transcend the prophecy and be outside the watchful eye of the warp, thus enabling him to both help Mona and the other two get rid of the blame and not delay his own search for Eribas. He could also secretly sabotage the cult elder's plan.

What is this if not a win-win-win situation?

"Wow, my psionic field, what's your background?"

Li Nuo calmed down, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and a plan emerged in his mind.

He glanced at the cultists and inspection team who were talking, and silently slipped into the database below the bridge.

The navigation data of the green-skinned frigates is usually stored in the minds of the psyboys.

But the ship was all show and no substance; there were no orcs on board, and the navigator was a cultist in disguise.

In order to calibrate the physical information of the real universe after leaving the subspace, the ship must use a navigation computer.

The data in the computer was fabricated by the cult, reconstructing the ship's journey from the Pamela Sector to this location.

Mona and the other two will definitely check the computer data.

Li Nuo took out the data board, connected it to the computer, directly erased the navigation data, and then destroyed the computer's storage unit, disguising it as a sawtooth animal gnawing on the components.

A stream of liquid excrement from Sgulgar was poured on it, causing the storage unit to hiss and smoke, the computer to spark, and it was rendered unusable.

Without navigational data to corroborate their claims, the persuasiveness of the esotericists is greatly diminished.

But that's not enough; we need to add more fuel to the fire.

Li Nuo crouched down and crawled into the ventilation duct, arriving at the darkest and most cramped area inside the ship.

He took out an orc spore, soaked it in "growth essence," and placed it on the floor to cultivate.

Before long, the spores grew into a mushroom, and a fart spirit, twenty centimeters tall, burst out of the "mushroom".

"Boss! What do you need me for?"

The little brat stood up straight and gave a proper salute, pounding his chest.

Li Nuo held a newly made pair of leather open-crotch pants in his right hand, and put his left hand on his hip:
"See this treasure in my hand? Tell me loudly, do you want it or not?"

"I want to! I want to so much!" The fart-headed man's eyes lit up.

"I can't hear you. Tell me loudly, do you want it or not?"

"think!!!!!!!!!"

"Good! Very energetic!" Li Nuo pulled the leather open-crotch pants over the buttocks' head, as if placing a crown on its head:
"Can you do me a favor..."

(End of this chapter)