Chapter 479: Full Channel Interference
The people who entered Dietrian’s secret workshop were several giants.
Wearing gray robes, they hide the luster of power armor in the shadows. Dietrian knows these people. They are the Atones, a group of shady warriors within the Astral Knights
< br>"It's not okay yet."
The leading soldier made a cold voice.
"At once, sir."
Then, the man turned to Valier again.
“This is not your position.”
“Okay, okay, I will go back to my little dark room now. Captain Luko has worked hard for you to supervise the work.”
Valler raised his arms in a gesture of surrender, and then quickly left Dietrian's workshop
After the pharmacist left, Dietrian's preparations were completed.
“I want to hear the scream.”
Luco suddenly made a request, his voice was very soft, but he could not refuse.
"Yes."
Dietrian adjusted the instrument's speakers to project the auditory effects of the interference field, filtering out its lethal elements.
Sure enough, the sound matched its name, filling the air with an audio-resonant wail—a hateful, organic sound.
A torment of furious screams and roars, fueled by the voice of a lone man, a technologist who took great pride in designing interference projection equipment.
Luko also realized that this instrument made it easier to hunt enemy ships without scanners as they groped through the icy void.
Despite this, judging from Dietrian's report, the power consumption is still very serious.
The Scream hides them in the blindness of its prey, but every generator on the ship is powering the Scream.
While using the Scream, the Unbound Soul can no longer fire energy weapons, and certainly cannot raise a void shield - the deflection screen works similarly to the Scream itself, and draws energy from the same power source.
Luco wanted to know what was going on on the enemy's bridge, were their systems flooded with screams?
Will Huron panic when he loses contact with his fleet?
Maybe, maybe not, but he is definitely surprised now.
As for the Imperial fleet, half an hour before the scream started, Lothar had ordered all battleships to shut down all communications and scanning equipment, and all astropaths and navigators entered the isolation life-saving cabin and were injected Anti-interference drugs.
Although their communication was also interrupted, at least there was no damage.
And the red pirates?
They were not so lucky.
"Huh?"
An Astropath aboard the Doomwraith found himself starting to have a nosebleed, but he didn't pay too much attention. After all, this was still tolerable on a Chaos warship. within the range.
However, the officer responsible for the safety of the astropaths felt that the matter was not simple. He clicked a steel switch and spoke into the voice input of the console.
"The Astropath's vital signs fluctuate abnormally, and medical personnel are needed."
Gradually, his voice became smaller and smaller, his eyes staring at the protruding multi-lithograph. .
With each passing second, the reading rises sharply.
"Wait, emergency heart failure, and"
The officer looked back at the Astropath and found that the man who was fine a second ago was now twitching.
".Oh my God."
Suddenly, something wet and red hit the glass. The officer could not see through the chaos, but when a decontamination team entered six minutes later, They discovered that these were the hearts and brains of the Astropaths, whose frail bodies had been overwhelmed by unprecedented external psychological pressures.
The entire Astropath Hall immediately fell to the edge of panic. The officer comforted himself while working, his hands full of blurry images from the minds of the Astropaths under his supervision. Their heads are filled with the sound of wailing sirens as more and more of them die.
"What did they hear?"
He screamed at the chaotic and frantic news.
"What did they see?"
On the other side, the Navigator's Tower, as a precious and expensive spiritual node - guarded and fortified against the invasion of demons, is now absorbed All the death and pain born in the surrounding star field.
It is not refined or filtered, it is just a blend of sudden fear and fatal pain with that terrible teleportation.
The tune of the song drifted in the night, and now it had a new chorus.
Every battleship that hears this song will add a chorus in turn.
Aboard the battlecruiser Hawkhook, a supervisor opened his eyes wide at the blood dripping on his manuscript.
He blinked and looked up. The mechanical bishop of the complex battleship communication system was twitching, curled up, and sparks were constantly coming out of his body.
Everyone was shocked.
"Notify the medical department! The bishop has fallen!"
Before he finished speaking, another mechanical priest collapsed to the ground, his head hit the edge of the table hard, and bloody engine oil spurted out of his mouth.
"How crazy is this!? What happened?"
The Space Marine in charge of the area almost screamed. He wanted to suppress his uneasiness, but couldn't.
The entire communication channel has been filled with terrifying screams, and even the communication within the ship has been interrupted.
Then shouts came from elsewhere on the bridge.
The red pirate officer in charge of communications was completely stunned. All communication channels were interfered with!
Is he an Astropath? Or their overseer? Those poor fools who were endowed with the sacred language were never stable, never healthy—each one blind and weak because their souls were chained to chairs.
Yelling in the halls is commonplace as they send and receive so many messages every night that each one will burn out within a decade.
He didn't like the fact - but that was the way it was.
But when he got there, he saw the Astropath's Provost hitting him on the back of the head on the stone floor, making himself bloody and biting his tongue.
He didn’t understand that this provost was newly appointed last season and should not be exhausted now.
"What happened?"
Facing the interstellar warrior's inquiry, the Provost just asked with his twitching body, foaming at the lips was the only answer.
The Astropaths' eyes were wide open, frightened by what only they could see.
"Speak!"
The Space Marine directly lifted the thin body from the ground.
“I want to know what happened!!”
“This—”
“What? This?”
Something was screaming in the communication link. It didn't sound human. Could it be the sound?
But he could no longer ask the answer, because the next second, the provost's head exploded directly in front of him, and the dirty tissue fluid splashed all over his face.
"Damn it! Who can tell me what happened?!!!!!!!"
In the roar, the scream mentioned the intensity again.
This red pirate fleet has fallen into a state of complete paralysis!
(End of this chapter)