I am in Warhammer's Heartsteel

Chapter 011: The Galaxy's Most Cunning Political Commissar

In a race where being able to count to 4 is considered a peerless genius, a prodigy has emerged who can dress up as a Tang dynasty figure and draw imperial eagles.

interesting.

Even the greatest genius in Eugene could not have achieved this.

Some kind of benign mutation?

"Big guy..."

Dejan tried to strike up a conversation with the Oglin.

However, the other party just chuckled and walked away.

They're still pretending; they've already given themselves away.

"You rude jerk!"

Dejan muttered a complaint, gazing thoughtfully in the direction Oglin had left.

Being able to communicate normally and understand commands, bringing this Oglin along is a great help.

Tactics aside, Oglin's direct combat ability is definitely stronger than his.

……

late at night.

wow~

The silence of the mine was broken by the splashing of water.

Deyang subconsciously opened his eyes and bumped right into the sneaky birdman.

The other person made a shushing gesture, indicating that Dejan should come along.

Deyang understood immediately and followed.

The two walked one after the other, crouching low, stealthily moving along the cold rock wall, carefully avoiding patrols and searchlights.

Deyan's heart pounded wildly as he followed Birdman into the dark underground mine tunnels.

It's a maze of twists and turns inside.

Until Birdman pushed open a hidden door in the rock wall that was disguised as a landslide site.

A chilly, damp feeling washed over me.

It's a hidden paradise inside.

What comes into view is a huge abandoned mine pit.

The dome towers high, and a few cheap chemical lamps, flickering on and off, are embedded in the rock walls.

Nearly a hundred people were crammed inside.

A cunning believer dressed in a burqa stood on a platform made of ore boxes, waving his arms and preaching to the crowd: "...We are enslaved and oppressed!"

When we were mining until we were exhausted, our hands covered in blood, trampled and beaten by guards, and finally executed by firing squad, only the Lord of the Stars would not abandon us!

"He will send messengers to help us break the shackles of nobility."

……

"The Four-Armed God-Emperor will lead us to establish a free and equal nation!"

"The trees there grow soft bread, and the lakes flow not with water, but with honey!"

……

Below the stage, the believers were extremely excited, shouting "Four-Armed God Emperor!"

The abducted miners were quickly infected as well.

Can understand.

For these people who have suffered exploitation and oppression, who have lived their entire lives in the capital, never seen the sun, never drunk a drop of pure water, and are destined to die painfully from radiation sickness, the pie in the sky painted by a cunning schemer is indeed very attractive.

Deyang, mingling in the crowd, listened with a sneer.

The cunning preacher doesn't use injections or medicine; he just sits down and starts chatting with you.

Let's chat.

The current situation relieved him.

The fact that this group of cunning cult members went to such lengths to create a cult and deceive people shows that the purebred cunning cult leader, the so-called clan leader, was not present.

Otherwise, why not just have the clan leader personally deliver warmth to each member and forcibly inject genetic material?

"Brother, do you feel the salvation?" The birdman's face turned red with excitement.

Deyan immediately put on a devout expression, as if he was deeply moved, longing for redemption, and wishing he could go see the Four-Armed God Emperor on the spot.

"I felt it completely, really."

Without saying a word, the birdman ran to the high platform and whispered a few words to the leader of the believers standing there.

The leader of the believers looked in the direction of Deyan, then gestured with his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, and invited Deyan to come up on stage.

In an instant, everyone present turned their gaze in the direction the leader was pointing.

Being watched by so many cunning cultists, Dejan felt immense pressure, but for the sake of his plan, he was determined to go all out and brace himself to stand on the high platform.

Why choose the Four-Armed God Emperor?

"Because of true equality and solidarity."

"No one but the Four-Armed God-Emperor and the Divine Messenger can command you to die."

It was Deyang's first time playing the role of a traitor, and he was a little reserved, speaking softly. But seeing the group of cunning cultists below, who were completely absorbed in their performance, he became bolder and spoke with increasing passion and conviction, his words carrying great weight and influence.

"The nobles use their hereditary power to force you to kneel, but the Four-Armed God-Emperor will make you stand up!"

"The planetary governors exploit our blood and sweat, and the priests burn our souls, but in the home of the four-armed king, all his subjects, regardless of rank, are brothers and sisters."

"Laborers, soldiers, technicians, judges, priests, we breathe the same air and share the same fate; our flesh and blood and our will fight only for a better future!"

"The grace of the Four-Armed God-Emperor will cleanse your decaying body, grant you power beyond that of mortals, and forever rid you of sickness, hunger, and old age, leaving you only with eternal loyalty and the mission of procreation."

"Our children will inherit the bloodline of the stars and become the cornerstone of the new world."

"We call upon the stars, and the stars will answer!"

Deyan's words resonated strongly with all the cunning believers present.

They were really into it.

The admiration in Deyang's eyes was indescribable.

It should be understood that from the moment they were injected with genetic material by the pure-blooded sly, their physiology and mind had already transcended the realm of humanity, and they instinctively supported the Lord of the Stars.

The fact that Deyan, a human, acted more devoutly than them deeply shocked them.

Infected by the approving gazes, Deyang developed a certain wicked sense of humor and became unstoppable on the path of cosplaying the cunning political commissar.

"The shadows in the sky are star messengers sent by the God-Emperor. They will bring the spark of life. When their shadows cover the sky, all oppressors will be devoured, and we, the chosen people, will become the new masters of the galaxy."

"You need not be afraid, our blood has long been integrated with theirs."

In the instant the chemical lamp flickered, Dejan glimpsed an abnormal, carapace-like sheen on the skin beneath a believer's sleeve.

"The henchmen of the Ministry of Justice will never be able to infiltrate our network. Your child will not be used as expendable resources by the planetary governor, but will be valued and nurtured by the entire family to become a future hero."

"One day, our wisdom will destroy the tyranny of the hive."

"Flesh and blood forge the stars, genes transform into divine pronouncements; four arms guide the way, the Holy Emperor will finally descend upon our land!"

"Hear the gospel of the Four-Armed Emperor, and welcome the moment of the Star Sea's ascension!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cunning cultists present erupted in excitement.

Dejan is practically their mouth double.

Someone wrote down Dejan's words, intending to use them as a missionary template.

The rally has ended.

Before Deyang could even go to sleep, Birdman told him some good news.

"Brother, congratulations! Your faith shines like a burning star. We are preparing to arrange for you to meet the messenger of God and receive blessings."

"Okay, when?"

"It'll be in the next few days. Wait for my notification."

"OK!"

Deyang smiled and watched Birdman leave.

He knew very well who the so-called messenger of God was and what the blessing was.

This is a golden opportunity.

Cunning, guard.

The two sides started fighting.

Only when the water became murky did he have a chance to escape.

So how do you get the sly and the guard into a conflict?

He thought of old Jack, his fingers cracking as he clenched them.

"You bastard, I hope your asshole is big enough."

……

a few days later.

Deyan followed the instructions and went to the meeting place to meet the "messenger of the gods".

The slide rail gears clicked loudly as they were blown by the wind.

The wind picked up in the mine shaft.

There was a bloody smell in the wind.

Tonight is destined to be sleepless.

Shortly after he left his hideout, a group of heavily armed men emerged from the shadows.

"Boss, you guessed right. This kid was definitely up to something."

Listening to his subordinates' flattery, old Jack smugly tugged at his belt.

"This kid's been acting really strange lately. He keeps giving me those sly smiles. There's definitely something fishy going on. If I catch him red-handed, I'll sentence him to death with white phosphorus!!!"

"Quick, follow them!"