Chapter 66 Turning into Snowy Ash
Danat Lysander walked in the passage of the expedition fleet ship.
His motto battle banner and iron halo stood behind his head, the Imperial Fist crest on his shoulder armor reflected dim light under the light, and his helmet hung on the magnetic lock on his waist.
Walking beside him was his adjutant. Since the first company commander decided to temporarily give up on their mortal enemy, the Iron Warrior Fortress launched one campaign after another to completely destroy the fortress and turned its attention to other matters. Afterwards, the fleet departing from the Phalanx above Terra had begun to sail into the Obscure Star Territory.
Here, the journey of the Imperial Fists fleet encountered some obstacles. As the fleet's sailing direction continued to change and the distance shortened, each leap into and out of the warp meant that their navigators were on the way. Constantly being swallowed up by madness.
There are various sources of pollution that lead to madness and mutation. The priest brothers of the fleet claimed in a top-secret report that they had never seen such a variety of chaotic pollution appearing in one place at the same time without any regularity, and there were even some... There will be a "healed" part.
A new report detailing the abnormal situation here has been quickly transmitted back to Phalanx and Terra through special lines.
In fact, for several weeks, in order to maintain the final subspace navigation insurance before the next replenishment, they had to use ordinary engines and ordinary interstellar routes to sail slowly in the void.
Due to a large number of quick and decisive executions, the contamination was strictly controlled before spreading, but this eventually led to a serious shortage of fleet navigators and astropaths, and the Imperial Fists' The battle brothers of the Think Tank are better at psychic manipulation of ground shaking and attacks, and their understanding of navigation and astrology is quite difficult.
It was for this purpose that Lysander went to the Star Tower to listen to the report.
They passed through a series of air-tight doors made of brass and ceramite, each with a large emblem of the Imperial Fists printed on it.
Simple, eye-catching and full of inner strength, it reminds the Space Marines of the Imperial Fists that they will be thrown into battle whenever needed, as a symbol of the Emperor's wrath, and bring Any enemy who dares to stand in their way will be crushed to pieces.
Kelthasi, the chief of the Astropathic Choir, and Karova from the Terra Navigator family are waiting for the arrival of the Captain in the antechamber of the Astropathic Tower.
The Navigator's third eye is well covered, and he looks trying to remain dignified and a little scared, while the bald choirmaster looks unusually pale, thin and nervous: in order to continue to He was obviously overdrafting his own life by completing the star communication under the pressure of losing manpower.
Lysander frowned.
"What's new?" he said, "I hope there will be some exciting news today. You two."
Carova glanced at Keelsa who suddenly started mumbling to himself. Xi, it’s up to you to decide.
"Yes." The navigator greeted the first company commander, "We are actually a choir, but I also received a message at the same time."
"What message? How do you determine it? Isn't it a trap, or a source of contamination?" The company commander's hand was already on the handle of his weapon, "Karova, I don't doubt your loyalty, but this sounds very suspicious."
"It's a very fragmented thought fragment, sir." The navigator swallowed, and his Adam's apple slid on the tight and thin neck. "It feels like a very powerful consciousness swept from the shallow depths of subspace." It was left unintentionally when passing by. It has no specific purpose. Every capable astropath who happens to pass by this 'point' can hear it. There are no sentences in it, just a few words that are about to disappear. Normally. It may only be regarded as meaningless words from a distant frontier, and usually it will not have any impact, but considering this time, we agreed that we should give it to you.”
A series of light-colored eyebrows furrowed.
"You mean?"
"The dissipating fragment is '...Petula...captured...Rogg...forced...loyalty...'"< br>
The flames of hatred ignited in the eyes of the Imperial Fists made the Navigator, facing the pressure of the legendary Space Marine's hatred, take two steps back in fear.
The Chief Astropath screamed.
"He is watching! He is watching! He is smiling! His madness! Everyone's madness!"————————————————
< br>Destined Steel
Hall of Omens
Under Shanto's muttering and Dassadra's inexplicable gaze.
The subspace frost brought by the ever-changing phantoms of birds covered the ground in the entire magic circle area, but on the other hand, the rootless flames and foxfires were like flowers on the white grassland, dotting every impossible place. bloom.
The colorful black bird was suspended there, its head drooped slightly, and it was aiming at the target of the ceremony. Just when it was about to--suddenly a golden light struck him from the energy source, and all kinds of Colors and lights are constantly changing, swallowing, and flickering across its surface—sacred and foul, majestic and profane.
The giant bird attacks itself, opening its sharp beak widely, sending out terrifying screaming shock waves and more psychic lightning with various chaotic energies - the security protection of the Hall of Omens The measures were activated and started, and the same colorful shields and spells protected the onlookers well, allowing them to stick to their posts.
“The Blood of Steel!” Shanto yelled there again, “We are really not affected by it at all!—Dassadra! We were set up by our father. Protected by protective measures!" The war blacksmith gestured excitedly, and the long curly tail of the quill streaked across the surface of his silver-gray armor.
"We are protected! On the Ironblood! Dassadra! I don't need to do anything! Just watch here, and then complete what he gave me under the protection of the Gene Father Work!”
"I know this because I'm right next to you. Shanto, can you please stop screaming like a court lady being confessed? Be calm and decent, you are a warsmith of the Iron Warriors. And the Emperor The time spent hanging out with your son has obviously made your habits worse."
"The metaphor you use here is really strange, Dassadra, but thanks for the reminder, I will be careful to restrain myself. Mood and performance."
"Thank you, Shanto, otherwise I will be happy to use this ax to help you silence."
While the Iron Warriors were having a brief conversation, the magic circle came up. The situation there has undergone new changes.
The power armor of Julius - "Silver Skull" - the de facto think tank and acting priest of the Iron Warriors Legion - has been wrapped in golden flames, and a golden halo and shadow of wings appear on him Behind the scenes, the surging blue psychic power of the young think tank was wrapped in golden flames, twisted into more pure energy and surged towards the Thousand Sons in the air.
The colorful giant bird let out a huge roar of laughter, flapped its wings with colorful black flames, and rushed towards the training warehouse——
The golden flames caught up with him from the tips of his tail feathers, and in an instant Swept across the body of this huge phantom——
Like a huge wave hitting a rock, the vision disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The remaining fire fell to the ground and turned into snow-white ash.
The golden eyes opened.
Gua...
Already turned to ashes
The socializing that happened on the weekend was really exhausting
Also, does anyone want to watch the extra chapter of Dantioch?
I’ll do some statistics in the book circle
(End of this chapter)