Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

Corax used Elena's authority to submit a formal cargo transportation application to the spaceport, while constructing a careful plan in his mind.

But before that, he must completely eliminate the overseers entrenched in the Black Tower.

These minions of tyranny are like a thorn in the flesh. Only by eradicating them can we clear the obstacles for the implementation of subsequent plans.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door. The rebels led by Sharokin were rushing towards the blood-stained corridor.

Sharokin's still youthful face was filled with unconcealable excitement. "Lord Corax, the lower levels of the Black Tower have been completely cleared. We have taken control of all the platforms, and we have also taken control of the overseers in other areas. The uprising has been a complete victory!"

"Someone's still holding out." Corax slowly stood up from the Thinker terminal. "Sharojin, hold this door. Don't let anyone enter this room. This determines our success or failure."

The young man immediately straightened his back and answered decisively: "Unless they step over my dead body!"

Chapter 113 Who is calling the fleet? (5K)

The Black Tower was in chaos, with slaves and overseers engaging in a bloody fight, desperately fighting for every room.

The slaves, who had been oppressed for dozens of generations, had long since disregarded life and death. The overseers knew that their atrocities would be brought to justice at dawn, and that fighting to the death was their only chance of victory.

Corax did not personally experience every battle. The limited time forced him to make choices. He had to focus all his energy on capturing key facilities that could turn the tide of the battle, such as weapons depots, warehouses, helipads and control rooms.

This long-brewing uprising came to its bloody end 16 standard hours after it broke out.

When the last stronghold held by the Third Battalion was captured and when the last desperate cry dissipated in the smoke, this tragic struggle finally came to a brief end.

"This is not the end of the war, but the beginning of it."

Corax gazed upon the crimson world of the Black Void.

The horizon of Lycaeus is dominated by mining stations, where crane cables weave like spiderwebs and gantries vibrate with ceaseless activity.

Chiavar is ruled by rust, and the atmosphere is swirling with a never-ending blood-red storm, the accumulation of thousands of years of industrial pollution.

The billions of people in Chiavar and the slave workers of Lycaeus are equally trapped in the quagmire of exploitation, and the technical guilds exploit both worlds simultaneously.

Sadly, suffering did not create empathy among the lower classes of the two worlds, but instead gave rise to a distorted chain of contempt.

Even when reduced to rags and hunger, the humblest Chiavari would look at Lycaeus's slaves with contempt, as if this could maintain their last shred of dignity.

They were innocent, but Corax never considered winning them over.

They haven't fallen to the bottom yet, so they will help whoever wins.

This is the truth that applies throughout the galaxy.

"Corax!"

Evelynya held the precise cylinder that shone with cold light, and every step she took was accompanied by a long period of hesitation, as if the ground under her feet was not the floor, but a single-plank bridge over a bottomless abyss.

Corax: "Don't be so careful, it's not that fragile."

Evelynya shook her head frantically. If the cylinder in her arms accidentally exploded, everyone here would die!

Corax grasped the cylinder by its tab, his free hand swiping rapidly across the smooth surface.

A scarlet countdown number then appeared on the metal surface and began to beat at an unsettling speed.

Evelynnia bit her lower lip hard, but still let out an almost inaudible whimper, and her whole body trembled like a reed swaying in the wind.

Corax shoved the cylinder back into Evelynia's shaking arms. "We have limited time. The gravity well will reverse in half an hour. Drop it directly into the cargo hold of the transport."

Atomic mining charges are also not commonly used on Lycaeus due to their excessive power.

Each one has the equivalent of a million-ton nuclear bomb. As long as one of them is detonated, buildings within several kilometers will be razed to the ground in an instant.

There are five gravity wells between Lycaeus and Chiavar, located in the five largest cities on Chiavar.

If these facilities are not destroyed, Kiaval will be able to continuously supply suppressive troops to Lycaeus through the gravity well.

The gravity well on Kiavar is located in a very remote area. Even if a nuclear bomb explodes, it will not affect the residential area. However, the Kiavar workers working in the gravity well are destined to not escape the disaster of the explosion.

It was another trolley problem, but Corax was sure his brother would make the same choice.

At the top of the black tower, eight helipads unfolded like steel petals, with more than ten shuttles and transport ships quietly dormant in between.

Three thousand soldiers, dressed in supervisor gear, were queuing up to enter the hatch of one of the cargo ships.

Corax: "Remember what I said?"

Aphrodite repeated the details verbatim. "Two hours later, a coded message was sent to Chiaval. An armed rebellion broke out in Lycaeus, but the situation was under complete control."

Corax: "To the letter, but to the second."

The transport plane slowly took off, and the plasma tail flame cut through the night sky like a sharp blade.

Their target is Kiaval's orbital fleet, and nuclear strikes and boarding operations will be carried out simultaneously.

Thirty minutes later, the outline of the orbital fleet was clearly visible outside the transport ship's porthole.

The three steel behemoths of the Kiaval Orbital Fleet were quietly anchored in the gravity anchor area of ​​the spaceport, like three suspended steel mountains.

The sides of the battleship were painted with uniform dark red identification stripes, and the jet-black armor was covered with laser turrets and missile silos, with portholes faintly visible between the gaps in the armor.

The dock's giant robotic arm was moving slowly along its side, performing routine maintenance on the plasma cannon array.

Dozens of engineering hatches were open to the outside, revealing the intricate pipeline structure inside, and maintenance drones were busy shuttling across the surface of the ship like worker bees.

They are only a tiny part of Kiavar's vast military force. The vast majority of warships are now scattered along the twelve main trade routes, carrying out endless escort missions.

Although Kiavar's trade territory only covers a dozen neighboring star systems, rampant piracy has always been a major concern for the Technology Guild.

There are often political games behind these pirates.

Some are defected fleets, but many more are privateers secretly supported by other worlds.

Chiavar's high-tech goods are so valuable that some of its trading partners are tempted to secretly fund privateering fleets.

This has evolved into an undeclared trade war. The Technology Guild can only continuously strengthen its escort and engage in a silent battle with these pirates in the interstellar space.

"Cargo Ship K-742, this is Spaceport Navigation Control. Your IFF signal has been recognized. Please state the purpose of your entry and the type of cargo."

A faint static crackled through the communicator, and Corax responded calmly, "Control, K-742 on a temporary cargo mission. Carrying standard-grade industrial parts, manifest number KT-88542, to Port Area Warehouse 3."

"Received, verifying manifest… Verification complete, manifest KT-88542 valid. K-742, cleared for port entry. Please maintain a speed of 0.3 knots, approaching along Alpha-3. Assigning you to berth E-5, estimated docking window opening in 3 minutes."

Corax: "Confirmed. Entry into Alpha-3, 0.3 knots, target E-5 berth. Scans ready."

"Scan complete, data matching. Good luck with docking, K-742."

Corax swiped his finger across the control panel, and the communication channel was immediately cut off.

Wop: "When did you learn all this?"

Corax: "The Cogitator's database contains the complete instructions."

The Primarch's learning ability was astonishing. Not only did he master basic flight operations within a few minutes, he even imitated the standard speech for dealing with space control vividly.

If it were someone else, they would probably get stuck at the first step, otherwise there wouldn't be only one transport ship carrying out the mission.

Apart from Corax, there is no one else in the entire Rebellion who can fly a starship.

……

The transport ship completed docking at berth E-5, and the roar of metal collision echoed in the cabin.

The docking indicator light turned from red to green, but the hatch did not open.

Three thousand fully armed rebel soldiers were packed like sardines in a can in the closed cargo hold. No one whispered in the darkness; they could only hear the intertwined sounds of each other's breathing and heartbeats.

Everyone was waiting nervously.

A worker suddenly lost his voice in the corridor of the spaceport. "Oh my God! Look at Chiaval!"

Outside the porthole, five hideous flame clouds suddenly appeared on the surface of the planet, which was as dark red as coagulated blood, without any warning.

The blazing white nuclear flames rolled and expanded in the atmosphere, like a flower of hell suddenly blooming, burning five boiling holes in the scarlet sky.

"Qiang!"

Just as five nuclear flames dyed the sky pale, the transport ship's hydraulic hatch slowly fell like a guillotine, making a dull echo on the deck.

Corax leaped from the cockpit, two streaks of silver light ripped through the air. The smile on the guard's lips had not yet faded, but the flying knives had already nailed the two bodies to the cabin wall with the crisp sound of shattering skulls.

Under the horrified gaze of the port workers, three thousand fully armed rebel soldiers rushed out of the cabin.

"Sharokin, Agapito, follow me closely, and don't stop at any time!"

"Erin, Blaney, control the helipad, keep communications open!"

After a brief tactical deployment, the rebels split into two forces like a tide.

Corax personally led two thousand warriors to attack the core command tower of the spaceport, while Erin led the remaining one thousand men to quickly occupy the commanding heights of the port's loading and unloading area.

The spaceport would not have anticipated this attack. Their regular garrison consisted of only two thousand people, scattered across various areas, and they were unable to organize an effective resistance in a short period of time.

Meanwhile, the shockwaves of the nuclear explosion continued to ripple across the surface of Kiyaval.

The Technical Guild was in complete chaos and had no time to care about the riots at the spaceport. Even if they realized the crisis, reinforcements would take at least two standard hours to arrive.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but also a fleeting chance of victory.

The rebels had no second chance. They would either crush all resistance before the enemy could react, or be surrounded and annihilated when the reinforcement fleet arrived.

None of them had received formal training. This group of rebels was just a group of slave miners a few months ago. None of them could fly a spaceship, and they were not proficient in the use of firearms.

This is a desperate gamble, and it is also their only chance of winning!

……

Sharokin's pupils shrank into a thin line behind the sight, and his breathing and trigger froze in sync.

The next second, the enemy commander suddenly had an idea.

A perfect circular burn mark appeared between his eyebrows, with dark red melt marks on the edges.

The high temperature of the laser beam instantly vaporized the flesh and bones, leaving only a transparent hole through the skull.

"Hit the spot." Sharokin whispered to himself. This was his first time using a laser sniper rifle, but shooting was as natural to him as breathing.

Teacher Wop also told him that he had a natural talent for shooting.

"Beautiful." Agapito's excited voice mixed with the noise of electricity, "Now they will cause a lot of trouble!"

Sharokin: "Stop talking nonsense and move quickly. Corax needs cover!"

"You're right, but I don't think he needs our cover."

Agapito's voice was frustrated. No enemy could stop Corax. He had left them far behind. If Corax had not left corpses along the way to guide them, they would probably have lost him.

But no one complained; they all knew who Corax was fighting for.

Their ancestors were slaves for generations, crawling for survival in the deep mines of Lycaea, burying their blood, tears and humiliation deep under the rock strata that never see the sun.

And now, they choose to fight.

"Win or die!"

……

The command center of the spaceport is exactly the same as the control room of the Black Tower, only larger.

Hundreds of Cogitos stood in formation like iron monks, their pitch-black shells covered in tangled data cables. Hundreds of Servitors, like specimens, were embedded in the steel matrix, the cold, fluorescent green light of their terminals streaming across their frozen faces.

Even if the guards' bodies fell right before their eyes, the servitors would not even look down; they would only focus on their work.

Corax pushed the controller's still twitching body away, and Wop's gaze lingered on the servitor for a moment longer.

Corax: "Is this your first time seeing this too?"

Wop: “There really wasn’t an opportunity before.”

He had no experience with servitors during the five years he spent on Terra, and Nostramo, Colchis, and Fenris did not have such advanced technology as servitors.

Although Nukeria's technology can be considered advanced, it has no special requirements for servitors.

Many people mistakenly believe that Servitors are a specialty of the Mechanicus.

However, since the Iron Man Rebellion, the surviving human civilization has kept a distance from artificial intelligence. It was in this context that servitor technology emerged, and the Adeptus Mechanicus was merely copying it.

And compared to the servitors of other worlds, the servitors of the Martian Mechanicus are more "humane".

The population of the Mechanicus, whether they are servitors or technical priests, are almost all mass-produced.

Because the Adeptus Mechanicus focuses on efficiency, what could be more efficient than an assembly line?

Although many worlds claim to only use criminals to create servitors, in practice they often have flexible moral boundaries.