Chapter 792 Return Home
His home is a house on a hillside, overlooking the vast salt fields.
At sunset, the sky turns golden as if on fire, and every night, swarms of fireflies roam the land.
Little Bahram imagined them as navigators in the sky, drawing secret routes between the void and the twisted subspace.
Sometimes, he could still see Imperial Navy battleships and transport ships taking off and landing from the huge apron of the hive city. From such a long distance, these ships seemed like fireflies in the sky.
At that time, his father would hold Bahram in his fleshy arms, point to the sky, and take him to see every passing ship and spaceship.
As a child, Bahram had a toy Dreadnought mecha carved from plastic steel. He would pick up the toy while his father held him and let the toy fight against ships in the sky.
Before the sun completely sets, their family will sit around the oil-burning stove.
Sometimes, he was little Bahram, and after a while, in the flames, his face turned into a strong giant again.
Bahram muttered and turned over, realizing that he was dreaming, so he said goodbye to his family and got up reluctantly.
The air in the room was stale and unpleasant.
His room was small, with a low curved ceiling, and the small lamp built into it was on at its lowest brightness—the setting Bahram had adjusted to before going to bed.
The would-be Space Marine got up and put on the scattered clothes - pants, shirt, combat boots, robes decorated with a connected double-headed eagle symbol on the collar.
Now that it is a non-combat state, they do not need to wear armor all the time.
Just tidy up the room briefly, Bahram
He opened the cabin door and walked into the long, dark cabin ladder.
The air here is hot and suffocating, but at least the air is flowing through the air circulation system in the black grille under the floor.
A walk will do him good.
This is the night cycle time inside the ship, and the lights are very dim.
The noise of a huge generator was heard in the distance, followed by a slight tremor on the metal surface, and even the air vibrated.
He walked alone in the corridor inside the huge ship building for 15 minutes, but he didn't meet anyone.
At the intersection of the aisles, he boarded the main elevator and entered his password on the rune board on the wall. The elevator emitted periodic electromagnetic noise, and a three-second artificially synthesized signal indicating the elevator Psalm about to start.
Soon, 20 bas-relief glass runes slowly lit up on the polished brass indicator board,
The elevator door opened with an artificial chorus.
Bahram walked into the glass cabin - a transparent dome with a radius of 100 meters made of ultra-high-density glass, which is the most peaceful place in the ship.
Beyond the glass, a vast, revolting landscape distorts under the filtering effects of a special suppressive force field.
Dark, striped light, stripes or net-like indescribable colors, and the light strips where light and darkness meet are retreating at super high speeds.
That is the supreme sky, the subspace - the non-material realm outside the hull of this giant battleship called the Unbound Soul, which is constantly moving.
When he saw the Unbound Soul for the first time through the thick cockpit glass of the orbital shuttle, he was in awe. This was an ancient battleship, a battle-hardened battleship. Old ship.
At the same time, it is also the flagship of the Astral Knights Chapter.
Through the cabin, he could see the ship's hull, which was more than ten kilometers long and resembled a tilted streamlined church. The transport indicator lights at the huge hatches were flashing constantly. The ship's hull was full of towers stacked and carved with bas-reliefs. A fang-like group of sentry turrets snakes between the stacks and towers.
The hull also has thousands of windows with green internal lights. In the sun-like flames below the hull, the fat nozzle surface changes under the flames of the multi-unit vector thrusters. of darkness. Through the glass, looking at the undulating light flow outside like a festering wound, Bahram couldn't help but pray in a low voice: Dear Emperor, please don't let us encounter any trouble in the subspace.
The battleship is now heading towards Nessen IV, their hometown. It may take several months to arrive, followed by the fleets of the White Templar and the Blood Angels.
However, a piece of news he heard not long ago suddenly came to his mind.
That was what the chapter leader told him personally. The Blood Angels think tank was not killed in the battle, but when he asked about the other party's situation, the chapter leader asked him not to ask again and forget about it.
Bahram was a little confused at first. Did something happen to Callistarius? Could it be that the other party has been seriously injured and is buried in fearlessness? Is there anything else I need to do?
He cursed his own incompetence, if only he were stronger.
Even now, he is not completely relieved about this matter.
Bahram walked past the segmented railings at the edge of the cabin and leaned against the wall. The huge subspace twisted and trembled before his eyes, like silky milky white tendrils licking Glass dome.
This glass cabin is one of the three subspace observation stations on the Unbound Soul. It is a place used by navigators to observe the void.
In the center of the cabin, stands a huge gear-structured machine - a telescope with a human sensory center is installed on it. The holy flag bearers and optical surveyors are walking back and forth on it, observing the vortex, and The analyzed and processed observation data and star maps were transmitted to the highest command room of the Unbound Soul six kilometers away through the buzzing crystal stack.
Although the observation room is not a forbidden place, it is not suitable for novices in subspace travel.
It is said that if it were not protected by this layer of glass, even a glance outside could drive the strongest astropath to insanity.
The hymn of the elevator has conveyed this danger to him, but Bahram has already seen the subspace and has experienced more than a dozen jumps.
Moreover, after being filtered, the turbulence of the subspace became somewhat comfortable, as if this destructive vortex could give his mind a good rest.
Strangely, he found this place suitable for thinking.
On the wall at the edge of the cabin, on the polished and unfinished iron scroll of honor, are engraved the names of many navigators, with a brief description engraved under each name to tell the world. What positions they were in and when they died.
Suddenly, Bahram found that everything in front of him suddenly became blurry. When he regained consciousness, he was already on a huge battlefield.
He seemed to be able to hear the enemy's transport machine crushing the ground with its hydraulic mechanical legs, scattering sharp blood-red bullets into the air, and sprinkling death on the ground.
A wave of memories accompanied by tension and fatigue swept over them. They used laser firepower and grenades to launch an assault spearhead, directly breaking through the stacked enemy fortifications.
He could see a laser shooting directly from the observation port of a certain fortress, detonating the ammunition inside.
He could see the squad, flying the Imperial flag, making a bayonet charge together as they expended their last energy clips.
He could see the towering guard towers collapsing and overturning under the continued bombardment of artillery.
He could see countless dead people standing up from the fire and mud.
He could see a flag with a black eye marked with eight arrows, staring at him with resentment.
The next moment, he opened his eyes, and those images disappeared immediately.
The subspace outside the porthole was still whipping his eyes and impacting the glass wall, but that was all.
Was all that just an illusion?
Just as he was about to turn around and walk back to his room, suddenly, the elevator door of the top transport cabin quietly opened, and he heard a warning chorus.
(End of this chapter)