Chapter 305 Soul Storm
There was a loud bang.
The figure on the Storm Crow gunboat hit the ground like a meteor, stirring up a cloud of dust.
It was only then that Ustad saw clearly that the person who came was wearing the power armor of their battle group and had a face that was unruly and full of mockery.
Savitar.
He remembered the man's name, but Soshyan never told them his true origins.
There are many speculations in the battle group, and without exception, everyone believes that he must be a veteran who has lived for a long, long time - it can be guessed from the fact that he knows Thor.
But what Ustad didn’t expect was that the support came from one person.
With the appearance of Savita, a strange change occurred on the battlefield.
The demons howled one after another. They retreated from the parapet and gathered in the direction from which they came.
"Your master has failed."
Savitar walked to the burning ruins of Chimera, pulled out the halberd, took off the helmet on it, and put it on his head.
"It's your turn."
The demons roared even more shrillly, and then exploded one after another under everyone's surprised gaze.
But that doesn't mean they were wiped out.
On the contrary, a strong wind rose from the ground and swept the materials spilled by the demons into it, quickly forming a terrifying storm.
This storm is extremely crazy.
All the cultists seemed to have been summoned by something, turning and running towards the expanding storm, crying out the name of the Prince of Darkness.
Savitar was more than 800 meters away from the edge of the storm, staring at the exploding subspace energy vortex, and recognized the source of Valedo's turmoil.
It seemed receptive to his understanding, as if the destruction it was causing was for his benefit and, above all, to mock him.
This storm had appeared in Sevetar's vision.
Now it is here, in a specific place in the physical world, waiting for him.
It is not huge, with a maximum width of no more than one thousand meters, but its range of influence is huge.
It is the destroyer of hope, the trumpet of menace, the promise of madness.
This storm has not completely broken through the real world, but the disaster is coming soon.
It has a name.
The chanter.
"No..."
Ustad muttered to himself as he looked at the storm.
"The energy of this thing..."
The vortex was raging outside the Ministry of Justice fortress, covering the entire west.
And it is not static.
The storm rolled in one direction, then in another.
The spiral arms of energy collided, sending a huge coronal arc towards the sky.
This chaos captivates the eye and shocks the mind, shaped by war nightmares and crazy thoughts.
Although it is not tangible, it can split the air stone.
Although it is colorless, it is so dazzling and dark.
This is the nature of subspace, contradictions and paradoxes.
Savitar glanced at the storm, looked away, and glanced back again, trying to gauge its power.
"Yago, if we let it develop, it will swallow the whole world."
Anita's statement echoed in his thoughts.
"I will take care of it."
Savitar responded in his mind, and then took a step.
On the edge of the storm, destroyed corpses and weapons are scattered.
And reality has begun to distort. The laser rifle and the arm were fused together, and the head was elongated like a pale snake. The three Chimeras became one, with messy legs and feet growing out - the front of the leading vehicle became a gaping hole. Its big mouth, and the monster is trying to devour its buttocks.
As the storm expands, more monsters are born.
Despite the fury, despite the screams and roars of the cultists within it, the vortex itself was silent.
Some voices are still essentially human, swallowed up by the fury of madness and hatred, others are altered, their timbres completely abnormal, as if the screaming creatures have teeth and tongues in their throats. Long mouth.
Together they create a psychic chorus.
Here, the purpose of fighting is lost, and all that remains is the thirst for destruction.
Yarrick staggered to the edge of the wall, his eyes staring at the vortex.
"This...how can we defeat it?"
"Look away, Commissar."
A kind-hearted astral knight gave him a kind reminder , and his appearance here is also a task that Soshyan delivered before leaving.
Do your best to keep Yarick as safe as possible.
"This place is beyond redemption, you must not get stuck in it."
"I understand."
Arik showed a grimace, and he noticed many soldiers Their eyes have been deeply sucked into the vortex, including their souls.
Few people here should be able to leave alive - in fact, he had a premonition.
"Warriors, provide fire cover for Sevatar."
Suddenly, Thor's voice entered the Astral Knight's communication channel.
He is hovering over the fortress in his Stormraven.
Under his orders, the Astral Knights quickly reached an agreement with the Soul Drinkers who stayed behind, and the two sides re-formed a battle line, with bolters pointed at Storm.
Then their weapons unleashed a burst of bolt fire into the storm.
If they were shooting at the material storm, the battle would be over in just a few minutes.
Savitar did hear new screams as the bullets fired into the twitching, burning shadow, but this was only the opening attack, the space in the storm was erratic and unreliable, and the bullets themselves were easily altered. .
The real attack still has to fall on himself.
The Prince of Crows moved forward slowly, gathering strength.
First he must understand his enemy, and for this, his defense must be strong.
Less than ninety meters from the edge of the storm, he felt he was ready.
The material world gradually receded at the edge of Sevatar's perception. He reached out to the storm, and the storm reached out to him, eager to share its secrets and eager for him to join its carnival.
He raised his Wall of Will to prepare himself against the Chaos shockwaves.
Savitar observed, prepared to fight, figured out the enemy, and prepared to counterattack.
There was power and promise in the Warp, and he was harnessing that power, but in this storm, he knew there was no promise.
There is nothing here but destruction, and therefore it must be destroyed.
The Space Marines' web of fire cleared the way for him, and the bolters brought violent reality into the nightmare, causing enough damage in the storm to open a rift.
Savitar's consciousness was aware of the crack, and he followed it, grasping at the weak points in the storm, seeking to pry them open further.
The storm swept towards him with secrets and whispers, but he closed his mind to those whispers, choosing only the secrets he needed to fight back.
It also bypassed him and attacked those mortals.
Sevatar was aware at the edge of his attention that the pain of those fragile mortals was like burning blisters, they were struggling but despair was a chink in their armor.
He must defeat the storm before the foolish Astra Militarum become a second threat.
As he went deeper, he began to see the outline of the vortex.
While the furious whirlwind beat him, he was also searching for its foundation, and each time he found it was the tortured soul of a human being.
He understood how the storm formed.
(End of this chapter)