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"All personnel on high alert! Notify the company commander! There's an intruder!"

……

Ten minutes later, outside the interrogation room of Hera Fortress.

The four finally reunited.

Solomon rubbed his temples wearily, clearly exhausted from reciting the sacred texts.

Caesar, on the other hand, was in high spirits, with the two newly forged Channabal sabers hanging at his waist, and he would occasionally stroke the hilts.

Osiris, on the other hand, was reflecting on the pharmacist knowledge he had learned.

“Sure, Vlad.”

Caesar raised an eyebrow as he looked at the three senko (tribes) who were being led into the interrogation room, bound hand and foot. "You think you can capture three senko alive?"

“That’s right.” Vlad said smugly, hands on his hips. “I call this doing a good deed. And I’m also giving the Smurfs a crash course so they don’t think their homes are safe.”

At this moment, fully armed Sicarius arrived hastily with a group of men.

When he saw the three captured Thousand Sons Wizards, his face turned terribly grim.

As the company commander in charge of defense, it was an utter disgrace that the enemy had sneaked into his home without his knowledge, and he was eventually caught by outsiders.

“Brothers Solomon, and… Chapter Master Vlad.” Sicarius bowed to Vlad. “Thank you for your assistance. If you hadn’t discovered it in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.”

Although Vlad's face twitched slightly when he heard the title "Chapter Commander".

“It was nothing,” Solomon chimed in at the opportune moment, maintaining his enigmatic and charlatan-like demeanor. “Perhaps this is also the Emperor’s guidance.”

“We will interrogate them immediately,” Sicarius said coldly. “I need to know how they got in and what their purpose is.”

"Lord Solomon! Lord Caesar!"

A clear shout interrupted the conversation.

Audrey came running over, panting, carrying a stack of documents.

She paid no attention to the prisoners on the ground or the tense atmosphere around her; her eyes were only on her four guardians.

“Regarding the supply list for the warband's base, there are some details that I need you to confirm…” Audrey ran to the group of four and held up the data board in her hand.

At that very moment, Westerlio, who had been lying unconscious on the ground, suddenly had his eyelids twitch violently.

He opened his eyes groggily, his vision still blurry.

Volume 1: Chapter 55 Substitute Play

When Westerlio opened his eyes, he saw the four dark figures.

In his psychic vision, the world is no longer a material form, but has become a manifestation of pure energy.

The four figures before them were no longer Space Marines clad in terracotta armor, but four indescribable, terrifying beings.

The leading priest was enveloped in holy golden lightning, each bolt of which echoed with the prayers of countless mortals—a torrent of faith powerful enough to burn away all heresy.

On the other side, the technical sergeant's body seemed to be made of countless intricate gears and pistons, each meshing producing a sharp whistle like the cry of a phoenix, a testament to the favor of the god of machines.

The last one, dressed as a pharmacist, was shrouded in a pale, deathly, yet eerily vibrant mist.

The guy who had just punched him hard turned into a wildly spinning crimson vortex that seemed to devour everything.

"This...this is..."

Westerio muttered to himself.

He seemed to finally understand why his teleportation spell had failed, and why Qianzi's illusions were like child's play to them.

Just then, an indescribable laugh exploded deep within his soul.

That was the whisper of Tzeentch, the master of all changes, filled with the pleasure of a successful prank.

"found it……"

Deep within the subspace, the Lord of All Changes uttered a satisfied whisper.

The next second, Westerlio's eyes shot out a blinding blue light.

"not good!"

Vlad's instincts kicked in first, and he lunged forward almost instinctively, his claws aimed straight for Westerlio's throat.

Solomon waved his scepter, and a golden halo attempted to suppress the raging spiritual energy.

Caesar and Osiris also drew their weapons.