Both sides in the Hive War are preparing for victory.

At this time, the orbital dock has not yet been transferred to orbit, and the fleet controlled by the Governor has not yet returned to the Tyrone system.

Therefore, no one noticed that a purple rift was torn out in the calm space of the Tyrone Galaxy. A Wanderer-class cargo ship drilled out of the subspace, and the rift behind it immediately closed.

In the bridge of the cargo ship, all the crew members, including the captain, stood with bated breath, watching the metal plates around the cargo ship fold and rise until they could see the boundless space outside the cargo ship.

"Ah... Praise the Emperor!" The captain was so excited that he knelt down, "Your Majesty, our shipmates can finally see the emptiness of the real world."

"Praise the Emperor, praise the Emperor..."

"It must be a miracle performed by the Emperor that we survive the Warp Storm!"

Everyone else on the bridge also knelt down and bowed to the double-headed eagle that symbolized the empire.

Soon there was a sound of footsteps, the door of the bridge was opened, and ten officers stepped into the bridge.

They were wearing green carapace armor, and all of them had purple pupils.

When they saw the outer space, they also began to praise the Emperor.

Warp storms are extremely terrifying to humans who use the Warp Engine, meaning they may be forced to remain in the Warp and become the toys of those horrific Warp creatures.

At that time, some very scary things may happen on the ship, such as a crew member suddenly starting to engage in rituals, or even everyone on the ship starting to do crazy things.

Even if you escape from the subspace storm and return to the material universe, you may find that hundreds of thousands of years have passed.

"What galaxy are we in?" the officer asked.

"Tyrone." The captain walked to the porthole and looked at the three planets orbiting the star outside. "I have been here before to do business."

"Oh... wait, so you are really a businessman, right?" the officer asked angrily, "Our entire regiment went to support your system, and then you just arranged for a merchant ship to take us home?"

"So, do you want to kill me, or do you want to return to your hometown of Cadia?" the captain asked with a smile.

In the dark bridge, the officers' purple pupils shone like gems, and they suppressed the anger in their hearts.

"Can we return to Cadia now?" the officer asked.

"No." The businessman smiled and shook his head. "We still need some time to prepare, and the ship has been damaged in some places. We need a suitable place to repair the ship."

"Okay." The officer nodded helplessly. Driving a ship is not an easy task. As soldiers of the Astra Militarum, they can only rely on these merchants to return home.

The officer immediately looked at the other people behind him and gave them orders one by one.

"Each of you will take a small number of soldiers to various planets in the Tyrone system and discuss with their governors to see if you can help us repair the ship."

"It doesn't matter if they don't agree. We can discuss conditions, such as helping them fight."

As he said that, the officer's eyes fell on a man with scars on his face: "Creed, you go to Tyrone One with your white shield. I know you are very good at persuading others."

"Yes, sir." Creed saluted and accepted the order.

"Take this with you." The officer took out a cigar from his pocket and stuffed it into Creed's hand. "Take this in your mouth to discuss with their governor, plus your square face with scars, their governor They will definitely think you are a powerful and ruthless person."

"Yes sir." Creed put the cigar in his arms.

A moment later, a transport plane flew out of the Wandering-class cargo ship and flew towards the world of Tyrone One directly below.

When the spacecraft entered the atmosphere and drove smoothly over the hive world, Creed suddenly asked the pilot to open the hatch, and then he held the hatch and observed while everyone looked at him with doubts.

Like most hive worlds, the natural environment on Tyrone One is simply as bad as it can get. However, this is not because a large amount of pollution is discharged into the natural world, but because the natural environment on Tyrone One is so barren. , so the air here is still barely breathable and you don’t need to wear a respirator for the time being.

The transport ship quickly flew to the top of the tower.

"Don't land yet." Creed ordered the pilot, and then looked at the others: "Don't you think this place is weird?"

Hearing this, everyone else in the cabin came to the cabin door and looked at the spire below.

There are no nobles here, only a large number of soldiers, who are running amok in the spire block, as if the place has been occupied.

But Creed quickly judged that this place was not occupied, but a military camp for those soldiers, because many supply facilities were built here.

"Let's go back." someone said.

"No. Go and have a look at the lower nest." Creed turned around and tapped the pilot's shoulder, signaling him to drive the transport plane into the lower nest.

After circling around the hive complex, the pilot found an entrance to the lower hive from the outside, but this entrance was slightly difficult to enter.

"Be prepared for impact, guys." The pilot put on his helmet and controlled the transport plane to crash directly into a section of the outer wall covered with steel patches.

Creed and the others were used to it, so they didn't react at all. They just got up and walked out of the cabin of the transport plane after it swayed to a stop.

They crashed directly into the seventh area of ​​Tyrone's Nest City, and many civilians had already poured out from all directions to watch these uninvited guests.

Soon a group of soldiers also ran over.

Seeing that all these soldiers were wearing power armor, Creed immediately thought that they should be the guards around important people, but just when he was about to go up and introduce himself, another person wearing power armor fell from the sky and blocked him. .

Creed looked up and down and found that the power armor on the man in front of him was more exquisite than the others.

The other party was also looking at Creed and his group, and realized that they did not seem to be enemies. Then a dull voice came from the helmet: "Who are you?"

"A group of Cadians who encountered a warp storm and had to seek help." Creed replied, "Let me meet your commander."

"I don't know what Cadia is. I only know that you are a group of uninvited guests." The man in power armor took a step back and raised his hands. The shoulder cannon was already aimed at Creed and the others.

Even though the people led by Creed were White Shield recruits, their tactical literacy was surprisingly good. They found bunkers in an instant and put their laser rifles on the bunkers to prepare for battle.

Just when the two sides were about to start fighting, Creed stood in front of the muzzle of the shoulder cannon and said calmly: "I am the company commander of the 8th Cadian Regiment. We don't have any ill intentions."

After hearing this, the man in power armor reported the news, and then received an order from the top, and relayed the order to Creed: "You don't even want to say your name. Do you seem to have no ill intentions?"

"Creed." Creed said the name immediately, "Usaka E. Creed."

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