Fanros also withdrew his gaze. Facing the strange expressions of those around him, he gritted his teeth, preparing to continue finding an excuse for Sith.
But this time, the noble Inquisitor did not need to step forward to explain for Sith. Because as soon as Fanros opened his mouth, the people below who had noticed immediately put away their strange looks, simultaneously not daring to show any doubt while looking full of understanding:
"Understood!"
"The Throne's blessing."
Watching the group of people in front of him neatly feigning ignorance after realizing what was happening, Fanros felt a sense of frustration in his heart, being an Inquisitor who instead had to explain for Khorne.
But at this moment, he could only swallow this frustration and silently make a note of a to-do item in his heart.
After returning, except for Lord Sith's people, everyone else, one and all, must undergo memory erasure!
Of course, if they could return.
Fanros was making his little note, while in space, when the crew on the battlecruiser stared in astonishment at the transport rushing up, they were all stunned in place for a moment.
It wasn't until Sith stepped off, and Ana immediately began taking over control of the battlecruiser with her people, that a group of high-ranking officers left behind on the battlecruiser came over with dissatisfaction.
Looking at the Imperial Navy Commander leading them, Sith ignored the man's face full of anger and directly pulled out Fanros's handwritten order, shoving it in front of him.
"Fanros should have notified you in advance; this warship now belongs to me."
Sith was blunt, and the original captain of the battlecruiser, who was the current Imperial Navy Commander, had an undisguised look of unwillingness on his face as he gritted his teeth and retorted:
"An Astra Militarum soldier wants to be the captain of a battlecruiser?"
"Even if Lord Fanros has given the order, we must first follow procedure..."
A single Bolter fire instantly blew the babbling captain into a pulp of flesh.
Sith raised his hand and fired; Fanros had already issued an announcement, yet you still want to follow procedure? This wasn't a problem of procedure at all; it was that the other party simply looked down on Sith and was unwilling to cooperate.
And for such a person, Sith really had no energy to waste time.
The surrounding crew were shocked and wanted to pick up their weapons, but the Black Watch had already raised their weapons first, pointing their barrels at them.
The crowd was cowed. Sith glanced at the pulp of flesh at his feet, then looked up again at the First Mate and the Tech-Priest behind him.
Still holding the Bolter, Sith said, word by word:
"Return to your posts; I am going to command the battle."
The surrounding crowd looked at each other, until Sith walked past the crowd, tossing Fanros's order to the First Mate, and finally, under the First Mate's gritted teeth, they turned to begin cooperating.
Even as they moved, another huge Ork anti-ship projectile exploded on the hull, sending out a large amount of debris.
The lights flickered, and the crowd lost their footing for a moment, but after this episode, everyone finally turned and scrambled back to their posts.
Watching Ana, who had taken over mechanical control without ceremony, the Tech-Priest, after a short calculation of combat power, was instead polite to Sith.
Following behind Sith, watching Ana continuously change the ownership of the warship's various systems, the various instruments on the Tech-Priest's face remained rigid and mechanical:
"No matter what your plan is, my Lord, I fear this ship cannot execute it."
Sith remained unmoved, still standing on the bridge, while below, Ana was rapidly overriding the ownership of the various systems.
Seeing this, the Tech-Priest aimed his bionic eyes at Sith, the protruding lenses rotating a few times.
Confirming that Sith actually intended to pilot the battlecruiser to continue fighting, the Tech-Priest's mechanical face showed no expression, but his head couldn't help but straighten up.
Then, without even relying on calculations, he personally looked at the surrounding scene, confirmed that the battlecruiser was on the verge of collapse, and then reminded Sith again:
"My Lord, according to my confirmation, the warship's various capabilities are only at ten percent. With such efficiency, it is impossible..."
"machine spirit! machine spirit!!!"
The Tech-Priest's words were interrupted by a terrifying sound that suddenly exploded on the bridge.
The various crew members below, and even some low-ranking Tech-Priests, stared at the performance readings on the instrument panels in front of them, standing up straight from their seats in terror.
Repeating 'machine spirit' at their lips, yet in the end, none of them knew how to describe the scene they were seeing.
Moreover, the explosions on the hull suddenly ceased, the long-dormant shields began to light up at a power level far exceeding their peak state, and the cloud of biological projectiles surrounding them was cleared away in large swaths by the secondary batteries.
The Tech-Priest stared blankly for a while, and amidst the 'machine spirit' sounds that had been stifled in his ears for so long, he subconsciously felt a doubt.
"Since when did these secondary batteries change to main battery caliber?"
"And the main battery, since when did it have the fire rate of secondary batteries?"
The Tech-Priest was full of confusion, and the 'machine spirit' that had been held back below for so long was finally roared out in reaction by a crew member whose face was flushed red as he gritted his teeth.
"machine spirit!"
"The machine spirit is climaxing!!!"
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