The intelligence regarding Chaos was passed to the Ecclesiarchy quite naturally.
In summary, approximately one-tenth of the Underhive gangs had ties to Chaos. There were about a million active cultists participating in twisted worship. And that was only the portion belonging to Slaanesh, harvested from the memories of that single Succubus; the actual number was likely far higher.
Every night, these frenzied cultists held various gatherings—reveling in debauchery, copulating, self-mutilating, and consuming drugs. Several Succubi would descend upon these meets, enticing them into even more degenerate acts.
Bishop Griffith's expression was exceptionally grim. "Yuki, I must say, I've had to look at you in a new light."
"It was just luck."
"However, this situation is far beyond my expectations. I... might need your help."
Yuki responded with cold irony. "Are you saying the great might of the Imperium is unable to handle a mere few million Chaos cultists?"
"According to inside sources, an Inquisitor has arrived. We cannot cause too much of a stir. Furthermore, mobilizing that kind of military force would necessitate coordinating with other branches, and I don't trust them."
Yuki keenly caught a piece of information. "Griffith, your status is even higher than I imagined."
The other man didn't answer directly, instead speaking seriously about his plan. "I cannot allow the Astra Militarum or the Planetary Defense Force to intervene. The Snow family would use the opportunity to purge their political rivals, which doesn't align with my goals. The only force I can call upon is a unit from the Order of the Order of the Ebon Rose."
Hearing that familiar name, Yuki's interest was suddenly piqued. "I haven't asked yet—is the Order of the Ebon Rose native to this sector? Where is their convent located?"
"The Order's fortress-monastery voidship is stationed in orbit. They are our finest warriors—and our overseers."
"So, your plan is for us to wipe out these Chaos factions under the guise of a 'gang war'? What's in it for me?"
"You will receive the assistance of the Battle Sisters and the friendship of the Ecclesiarchy. If you wish to raise your social standing and enter the higher strata, this will be crucial."
This was exactly what Yuki wanted. Casualties on the scale of a million people, when fed into the incubation vats, could potentially produce a Tyranid vanguard force. Moreover, establishing ties with the high-ranking officials allowed him to intervene in planetary affairs and find even more weaknesses to exploit.
"In that case, I agree. Griffith, I need weapons—more weapons. It would be best if you could secure some military-grade hardware for me."
Griffith gave his word.
Seven days later, a small group of people clad in black robes with concealed faces arrived with a large shipment of supplies. Ilia was currently directing workers to temporarily install Ecclesiarchy decorations throughout the processing plant—placing icons and reliquaries, and inscribing the scriptures sent by Griffith onto the walls. Those madwomen of the Battle Sisters placed extreme importance on such things.
Seeing the group arrive, Ilia quickly steered clear and went to notify Yuki.
The leading Battle Sister removed her hood. When Yuki arrived, he was genuinely moved; for once, he could actually tell it was a woman. Her hair was styled in a shoulder-length bob rather than being a shaved head or a top-knot. In the world of Warhammer, this level of aesthetic sense was top-tier. Yuki felt his own miniatures painted with contrast paint looked better than the average Battle Sister.
"Here are three thousand lasguns. All are standard-issue Astra Militarum equipment. Use them carefully; if they are discovered, it will be difficult to handle."
"Only three thousand? The Chaos cultists we're taking down number nearly seven figures."
"Don't your dregs have numbers of your own? We will provide assistance when the moment is necessary."
These sisters were all draped in black cloaks, hiding their bodies and faces. Yuki didn't know which specific unit of the Battle Sisters they belonged to.
"How many of you are there?"
"Five hundred. You had best find a way to secure living quarters for us."
"Your name?"
"Steff."
"Then I shall call you Sister Steff. Now, let the Daughters of the Emperor take to the field. I happen to have a location that's proving difficult to crack."
The Yuki Gang launched their offensive against the Chaos-tainted gangs immediately after Yuki finished his conversation with Griffith. Raziel's gang and the gang of the Iron-Faced woman stood by and watched, as Yuki had hinted to them that this was a task sanctioned by the Ecclesiarchy.
Tens of thousands of thugs swarmed out. They had been dissatisfied with Yuki's restrictions on killing since he took over, and Yuki naturally chose this moment to let them vent.
The target was a designated marketplace. It comprised dozens of buildings, all of which were brothels. Many of the gang members participating in the attack had even been customers there; it was considered the most prosperous area among the nearby gangs.
When the first wave of the vanguard charged in, a massive "revelry" was in full swing inside. The man leading the charge held his gun and remarked with some sentiment, "I haven't been here in years. I can't believe the scale of these parties has grown so large."
Thousands of people were engaged in "poker games" in rooms, outside buildings, in open spaces, and in corners. It made the man reminisce about his own glory days. "Hahaha! Who would have thought I'd be doing this for a job now?"
The ranks of the YukiGang grew, and the sound of gunfire became louder. Those immersed in pleasure looked up briefly before opening their arms to the attackers. The members at the very front felt a surge of excitement—an excitement different from sexual lust. They wanted to see these people drenched in blood.
"Go."
Someone whispered the command, and everyone rushed forward. Bullets sprayed from their guns, forcibly separating those tangled together in various poses. Similar scenes played out across hundreds of strongholds simultaneously, the only difference being the degree of madness displayed by the cultists.
Meanwhile, in another location, another key figure was in motion. It was a woman in a black cloak. Her hair was snow-white, her skin dark, but her eyes were exceptionally bright. If Yuki were here, he would have recognized her as Yuno, even though she looked completely different from his usual impression of her.
What was Yuno doing at this stronghold in her altered form?
She glided through the streets and alleys where daily brawls occurred, ignoring the gang members forcing poor wretches to serve them, and even disregarding the Gene-stealers whose skin showed a faint purple tint. She headed straight for a secret meeting point.
Behind the half-closed door, several guns were aimed at her. Yuno thought for a moment and placed her hand on the door.
Boom!
The door, along with the wall and the people behind it, was blasted open. "Why didn't I think of using psychic power this way before?" Yuno muttered to herself as she stepped into the interior, which had been completely demolished by her attack. Fortunately, according to the Succubus's memory, this was only a surface-level outpost. The true secrets lay underground.
Below, the cultists of Slaanesh sensed something was wrong. This included the Warp creatures they had summoned; their connection to the Empyrean had been severed. Something was coming.
As the faint sound grew closer, the cultists began to chant the litanies of their patron god. Water dripped through the cracks, and the Warp Daemons halted their activities. The sound drew nearer, and the sensation grew more intense. Everyone rushed toward the entrance, but as they got closer, they found their lower limbs felt as heavy as lead, making it impossible to move.
The monster is coming. The monster is coming.
Under a mix of despair and an inexplicable sense of anticipation, the secret door was torn open. Yuno smiled as she looked at the grotesquely shaped people.
"Found you."