The convoy kicked up dust as it sped away from the warship.
However, this trip yielded absolutely no supplies; instead, it added two thousand mouths to an already underfed camp.
As for the warship, besides that endless, strange ash, there was absolutely nothing edible inside.
Meanwhile, the locals looked curiously at the silent soldiers on the vehicles known as the Black Watch, wondering what they had been through for the entire warship's food supply to have been completely devoured.
But the Black Watch couldn't be bothered to interact with anyone except Sith, so the convoy had no choice but to transport this strange group toward their camp.
In the middle of the convoy, Sith enjoyed the spacious back seat of the noblewoman's vehicle all to himself, listening as she carefully introduced the situation from the front:
"So, we have been out of contact with the Sector Government for a long time; we only know that many surrounding worlds seem to be plagued by xenos."
"Also, although our location isn't large, ever since we lost contact, cults in the Lower Hive have inexplicably multiplied, and it seems they have all been consolidated."
"Even the Governor has locked himself in the Tower Top, completely ignoring matters below."
"It is said..."
The noblewoman's expression turned slightly mysterious; she even glanced at her trusted aide acting as the driver before bowing her head slightly toward Sith:
"It is said that the Governor has also converted to the cult."
After all, he was a mysterious Commander who could lift ten Omiya with one hand, so the noblewoman chose to disclose all the information she knew.
Hearing the unfamiliar name Omiya, Sith racked his brain and was certain it was an obscure little star system he had never heard of.
Whether he wanted to contact the Sector Government or find a way back into space, he needed more information about this strange sector.
However, Sith wanted to ask for more, but based on what this low-ranking noblewoman knew, he couldn't get any more information out of her.
He bowed his head, speechless, unable to help but complain inwardly:
"The God-Emperor himself didn't give a straight answer!"
Having roughly understood the situation on Omiya III, on the surface, it was exactly like any other Imperial world in a war zone.
An obscure accessory satellite serving some Forge World.
In outer space, a war was raging between unknown factions, and the Hive City was permeated with cults of unknown allegiance.
Furthermore, in a world full of illiterates, the upper echelons were wary of everything while the commoners were indifferent to the news.
It was to the point where they might be exterminated by the Empire tomorrow for some bullshit reason, yet today, the Imperial workers were still working overtime to produce supplies needed by the Empire.
Setting aside the intention to ask further, Sith looked at the world rapidly receding outside the window, realizing he had to find a way to enter the Astropathic Choir in the Hive City first.
As Sith pondered, the convoy gradually arrived at an abandoned flat town—a city built on flat ground, rather than a Hive City of stacked, illegal constructions.
Looking at this kind of city, Sith finally withdrew his attention from his next steps, even finding a rare sense of familiarity in the city.
After all, the roads were finally not winding and undulating, but flat and straight, just as he remembered.
At the place where Sith and his group parked, inside a huge building, a large number of commoners were lighting fires and cooking plenty of hot food.
Getting out of the car, the noblewoman even took the initiative to open the door for Sith, following noble custom.
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