The Melved system has a central star, Melved's Sun, and five planets, which are, from the inside out, Melved I, Nest City World Daon, Agricultural World Elkis, Savage World Soggen, and Melved II. The empire has so many worlds that it is too lazy to name the planets that no one colonizes, giving only a code name. The asteroid belt is located in the outermost ring of the Melved system, farther away from the Sun than Melved V, a full ten astronomical units, or about 5,000 light seconds, which means that even light, it takes nearly an hour and a half to get there from the Sun. Subspace navigation needs to be far enough away from the star to be carried out, and in the Melved system, the distance from the Sun in the asteroid belt can be said to be very appropriate, so it has become a busy route.

Of course, none of the above I could learn from the Psionic Academy or the military. It took me a long time to gather this information from the crew of some transport ships, some of them in casual conversation, some of them in shady ways - such as stealing memories. After all, this is my hometown, and it would be shameless to be ignorant of the environment like a real barbarian.

I think of this because I'm unpleasant by the dim light here. It's so dark here, the dark and deep cosmic space is like a bottomless abyss, and facing it, I feel as if I will fall into it at any moment, and then fall into a never-ending fall, and even falling to death is a luxury. Luckily, the same dark but somewhat reflective rocks dot the black background, making the endless skyline not so monotonous and boring. Compared to the asteroids, the Chaos warships were even more unrecognizable, the iron-gray hull barely reflective, and even if I stared wide, I could only see a vague outline.

As the next step would drain all of my psionic energy, I gave up even the power to perform the extraordinary shot, and only maintained the weakest shield around my body to prevent damage to my flesh and blood in the vacuum and ultra-low temperatures.

I pulled out my blaster pistol, pulled the bolt out of the chamber, rechecked the psionic marker left on the bullet, put it down on my lips and kissed it, and stuffed it into the chamber again. Originally, this pistol had a magazine like all explosive pistols, but I couldn't use it for multiple shots with my arm strength, so I dropped the magazine and stuffed the bullet directly into the chamber, which not only avoided the risk of accidentally breaking my wrist, but also slightly reduced the weight of the pistol.

Lie in the pit on the surface of the asteroid, pistol in both hands, concentrate, and aim......

"I'm curious, young man, what are you doing?" A voice sounded in my ear - or in my head.

Pure high gothic, with a thick voice with a shocking power, but without any emotional overtones. Although this kind of sound is less common, I am exposed to more auditory hallucinations from subspace and do not make a fuss.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to refocus and aim for ......

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Ilshan, I communicate with you in good faith. For, if I were in your current position, even ten times more powerful, even if I had lighter and more destructive weapons, I could not think of any way to inflict any substantial damage on the Imperial Dawn in which I am now. But the way you are now, you are clearly very confident in success. You're not an arrogant person, so can you tell me about your plans? The voice continued.

No, seductive whispers from subspace, while common, never seem so organized. After all, the power of the subspace is very violent, and most of the filthy creatures born in it are bloodthirsty and manic demons, and the normal sounds they can make are only some roars and roars, and at most more advanced are words that are repeated over and over again. This kind of coherent language is more like a voice from the bottom of my own heart - I can't be schizophrenic by casting too many spells, right? …,

Of course, there is also the possibility that there is actually someone who is communicating with me with the heart. But where is that man? On enemy ships?

If it's really an enemy, it's more terrifying. He can communicate with me from such a distance, so does he have the ability to directly read my innermost thoughts?

"Don't worry, Mr. Ilshan. I come from the Crow School of the Thousand Sons Legion, and I am better at peeking into the future than peeking into the inner world of others. But sadly, the fog of fate has become thicker around you, proving that your choices have the ability to determine the future, or rather, the ability to decide whether the battleship will survive or ruin. As far as I know, even the Supreme Mentor, Lord Magnus, has some difficulty destroying a warship from the outside. So, your behavior intrigues me, can you satisfy my curiosity? ”

There's another Chaos Warlock from the Thousand Sons Legion? This sucks. My attack will take a long, long time, and even if the opponent only has the same level of strength as me, it will be enough to intercept it in the middle of the way.

"Who are you? Why are you talking to me so much? I replied.

"Germion, an unknown name. But I have been taught by Master Magnus himself, and I have served the carrion that you now worship. Mukydoc, who was defeated by you not long ago, is my apprentice. As for the reason for paying attention to you, I don't know if you have heard of it, in the land of the blind, one eye is king! ”

If the name Chiko just made me feel jealous, now I'm terrified - this is no ordinary Chaos Warlock, this guy has been around for more than 10,000 years! An ancient monster that has survived from the Emperor's Age to the present...... Not to mention me, even an alpha-level psionic who claims to have the power to destroy the world, will be defeated without suspense against such an enemy with both strength and experience.

After all, the psionics who have been personally instructed by Magnus basically have alpha-level powers......

Of course, due to the slow flow of time in subspace, his exact age cannot be more than 10,000 years. 10,000 years is enough for all the pure gold to be weathered into powder. Glemeon, and his warship, if they had stayed in subspace, had only passed for them about three hundred years - not to mention the transformed Space Marines, even ordinary people, with a little better maintenance, could live to this age. Having said that, it is impossible for Chaos to stay in subspace all the time, otherwise the empire will be basically at peace.

No, there's nothing to be afraid of. The enemy is far away from me, and according to the tradition of their thousand sons, they like to use psionic energy instead of relying on the power of technology, and the other party is a psionic of the prophecy school, although the strategic value of the prophet is incomparable, but face-to-face fighting, that kind of guy is an out-and-out waste wood!

So I replied, "I see, is this why the red cyclops can become the leader of a thousand sons?" ”

The red cyclops is the title of Magnus.

"Don't provoke an elder, a young man. I can make you one-eyed at any time. Germion's voice didn't change emotion, but I felt an invisible force pierce my psionic shield and stab me in the face. I subconsciously used my psionic energy to resist, but found that it was completely useless. After a few moments, I felt blood flow from the corners of my eyes and down my cheeks and into my mouth.

"A little lesson, young man. Whether it's the total amount of power or the manipulation process, you are far from being arrogant. That force was gone, but the oppressive force stayed in my heart, "Since you don't want to reveal the plan, let time tell me the answer." Hope you can surprise me. ”…,

Seeing that he was no longer talking nonsense, I picked up my gun again. But before he could aim, a nasty voice sounded again, "I don't know what you're going to do, but I'm sure that this will definitely make you use more power than you can control, you won't get away with this backlash, and the carrion on the Golden Throne won't bless you twice in one day." You will suffer far more than you will die. Don't you think about it anymore? ”

"You've betrayed for too long, and you've forgotten that there's a word called sacrifice!"

"Yes, sacrifice, what a long memory." Germion sighed, the sound like wind leaking through the cracks in the steel plates. Then, he fell silent.

I held the gun in both hands, took aim, and pulled the trigger.

The terrifying recoil of the huge 20mm pistol caused my entire right arm to fall into sharp pain for a moment, but the pain cleared me up and allowed me to concentrate more on my next move.

The detonation warhead is still subsonic when it is discharged, but its speed increases steadily under the action of the rocket boost, and since there is no air resistance in space, it is able to maintain a perfect straight trajectory and accelerate faster. My naked eye couldn't catch the shadow of the warhead, but the psionic markings left on it kept me in every inch of its trajectory.

Soon, it was faster than the speed of sound, then twice and three times the speed of sound, and after flying more than a hundred kilometers, it ran out of rocket fuel and completed the rest of the journey at a constant speed - almost two minutes.

"What a long wait, it seems like it's longer than 10,000 years." Germion sighed again, as if he had really lived 10,000 years.

"If you're impatient or scared, you can stop the bullet." I say.

For the first time, Germion laughed, "Oh, young man, I can feel your fear. But I promise, what you're afraid of won't happen. I'd rather see something new than my own safety. ”

"But it's going to ruin you."

"Knowledge is higher than a qiē."

"Then we'll see."

As the clock ticked by, the bombs slowly approached the chaotic battleship at nearly four times the speed of sound. Finally, there were about twenty or thirty kilometers left, which was almost enough.

I mustered all the power at my disposal and did a ranged spell on a torpedo warhead placed on the other side of the asteroid. The spiritual power tore through the space and threw the warhead into the subspace, making a teleportation. And the end point of the teleportation is the explosive arrow bomb that carries the Psionic Beacon.

By the time the torpedo reappeared in real space, it already possessed a speed of almost Mach 4 and was within easy reach of enemy ships.

Cast Shun lì, I succeeded!

"Bear the Emperor's wrath!!" I growled.

I had been suppressing my anger and hatred from the conversation with the traitor, and at this moment, I was finally able to vent it.

Germion's voice came faintly again, "I really didn't expect it to be a trick that was used once. It's not that easy, though. ”