Six months later.
Lycaeus, bathed in the slow descent of the western sun, gradually yielded to the dimming daylight. The dome's lights flickered on, a silent reminder that night had fallen over the mining planet.
"The overseer's patrol route, time, and personnel equipment have all been confirmed. New route!" Swain closed his thick notebook, making complex tactical hand gestures in the pitch-black night. During this period, Swain had been leading a small team to reconfirm the intelligence Corax provided. Not only Swain, but all the Dark Raven Guard teams had begun to narrow their activity areas, becoming active on the daily patrol routes of these overseers.
It wasn't that Swain and the Dark Raven Guard didn't trust Corax, but these routes were their responsibility. Once the signal for the uprising was given, they needed to kill these overseers and seize their weapons at the first opportunity. On the day of the uprising, all the miners' actions would be as usual: those who were supposed to mine would mine, and those who were supposed to change shifts would change shifts. The first wave to seize weapons would be the Dark Raven Guard, and then they would take the steam-powered ore transport vehicles to their respective targets.
To confuse the Tower Lord, all the miners had been diligently mining during this period, even submitting one-third more ore than before. Naturally, there was also much more material between the various camps. Swain and Corax did not begrudge these corpse starches; they immediately put all these things to use. Keeping them would be less beneficial than directly improving everyone's condition.
After more than half a year of tinkering and experimenting, Swain had a preliminary understanding of his abilities. First, his physical body was strengthened. His current physical strength was roughly one-third of the Crow King's. Evidently, a large part of this was contributed by Corax. Perhaps in the future, Swain would possess a physical body as incredible as a Primarch's, or even more so.
Though everyone has two shoulders supporting a head, the difference between people is greater than between dogs. Not to mention Space Marines, who are products of genetic modification, even among mortals, the disparity is incredibly vast. The same laser gun can directly penetrate an ordinary Human Auxiliary, but it would only leave a faint scar on Mabao.
After all, a Primarch's physical strength is limited; a Primarch's strength lies in their Warp essence, not their physical body. Take Corax, who embraced his Warp essence, for instance—he's practically a minor Chaos God! He beat Rogal Dorn so badly after his daemonhood that he didn't dare to come out.
The enhancement brought by his physical condition continuously evolved Swain's learning ability, comprehension, and various other aspects. Yes, Swain called it evolution. Since he was already here, whether he remained human or not was irrelevant. Look at the higher-ups of the Imperium; strictly speaking, how many of them could truly be called human?
The Emperor's essence is the highest cheat, the various Primarchs are minor Chaos Gods in the Warp, and the fanatics of the Mechanicus would gladly replace every part of their bodies with machinery. In short, the current situation of the Imperium is basically either that they are purely not human, or they are rushing headlong down the path of becoming not human.
"But it doesn't matter. The concept of 'human' shouldn't be so narrow. As long as the Emperor wants to, even the Aeldari can be categorized as sub-humans," Swain said indifferently, recalling the Emperor, that severe hypocrite.
(T/N : Bro saw TTS Emperor :)) )
Another ability Swain discovered was that his affinity for machinery was becoming increasingly high. The machine spirits of laser guns evidently became more active when he approached them, and their firing power and frequency would increase to a certain extent. After continuous testing, it was found that Swain could now influence the machine spirits on mechanical equipment within a radius of about 100 meters.
When Swain consciously spread his mental power to a specific device, he could, to a certain extent, command or interfere with the machine spirits or intelligent systems of these devices. The thought of this ability thrilled Swain. When the Dark Raven Guard and the enemy were shooting at each other, the enemy would suddenly find their gun jammed. The next second, the enemy would hear the roar of a bolter, and then their flying eyeballs would only catch a glimpse of a sky full of blood mist and their own headless corpse falling to the ground.
Swain vaguely felt that this ability might be related to the fellow who was outmaneuvered by the Emperor in 40K, but he wasn't entirely sure. After all, there were also C'tan in the physical universe who possessed this ability, but the problem was that the C'tan were now shattered into pieces, imprisoned in the Space Necrons' tomb worlds to serve as power banks.
"Never mind. Many mysteries will naturally unravel once the Emperor arrives." Putting aside those pointless conjectures, Swain then continued to familiarize himself with the terrain and verify if there were any discrepancies in the overseers' situations and intelligence.
"Sir, do we need to prepare to clear the First Dome?" Budelin asked Agamemnus.
Since the detective team they contacted went missing six months ago, Agamemnus had already determined that the other party's identity could absolutely not be other families on Kiavahr, at least not ones he couldn't afford to provoke, because this did not conform to the style or unwritten rules of conduct among nobles.
"A bunch of things pretending to be gods! When the Second Dome is put into use, that will be their demise! Especially that camp that calls itself 'The Liberators'! I want to leave no stone unturned!" Agamemnus's tightly clenched fist slammed heavily on the desk, letting out a loud bang.
Over the past six months, he had given up a lot of benefits to deal with the impact of the great strike. He had ceded all the rights to the Second Dome to quell the impact of this incident. Even his wealth in the bank had shrunk by half, which almost made him faint from heartache.
After making arrangements up and down and appeasing the wrath of the Tower Lord, Agamemnus finally found time and received permission, on the condition that the clear-out would happen after the Second Dome was put into use and had stable output.
"Yes, Master, but relying on the overseers under our command, it will be difficult to take them down. We need other fire support!" Budelin thought about the few laser guns and stun guns in the hands of the overseers under their management. At most, each armed overseer would be equipped with some high-explosive grenades, and a question mark appeared in his mind.
This stuff wouldn't even be able to knock down their door, would it?
"Do you think your master gained nothing from giving up so many benefits during this period?" Agamemnus said with a sneer. Clearly, he had reached some deeper transactions with other important figures in the Tower Lord's inner circle.
"While troop movements require the Tower Lord's order, those retired weapons do not," Agamemnus emphasized the words "retired."
This type of missile launcher is primarily used for fire support or destroying light vehicles.