Subspace is like a muddy, viscous and vast ocean. On weekdays, I only dare to stand on the shore, carefully stretch out my hand to hold a handful of water to use, not only must I always be careful of being attacked by the monsters of the sea, but the sea itself is also a terrible thing, because for it, I am not flesh and blood, but as if it is made of clay, and if I contact the water for too long, it will be in danger of melting.

It was only when I traveled long distances in a spaceship that I actually entered the subspace, but then I would be protected by a sturdy metal that was tens of meters thick, and the heavy metal walls were carved with sacred runes to avoid the hungry subspace beasts.

However, at this time, I was unsuspecting myself in this dangerous ocean.

Countless subspace creatures with unspeakable horrors converged on us from all directions. These creatures are not flesh and blood in the ordinary sense, but the product of the materialization of the evil will of the subspace, and their meaning is to kill and devour. If they could appear in real space, I could have used swords, guns, or psionic energy against them, but now that this is their home turf, where swords and guns are unusable, and psionic energy is meaningless - who can pull the current to kill a shark?

The only way to fight against these wandering incarnations of evil will is to use my own stronger will to collide head-on, and I have no such ability at all. The people around me, including two space wolf veterans and the battle nun Aishwarya, were even more helpless as mortals with no knowledge of psionic powers.

But we are not alone. The rune priest of the Space Wolf, a powerful psyker named Velheim, is nothing but as powerless as we are. Just as they call Subspace the Ocean of Storms and call themselves the Children of the Storm, he seems to be familiar with the battles here, and can easily deal with enemies who come close.

Like other Space Marines, Velheim's massive power armor and battle axes are useless against subspace creatures. The subspace is a world where the projection of the consciousness of all living beings is condensed, and the only weapon against those monsters that are manifested by the evil will is their own will. At this time, Velheim's soul seemed to have broken away from **, and his will was projected into an incomparably huge human form, covered in cold steel fangs, and infinite electric light swirled around it. He was like a giant beast from the myths and legends of a savage tribe, every time he waved his limbs, and even every time he let out a loud roar, countless dark figures were torn apart, shattered, and could no longer coalesce into entities, restoring to the evil and violent but non-self-perceiving energy of the subspace itself, like crushing a fat maggot and splashing countless thick juices. Although no sound could be transmitted in the subspace, I could hear his soul vibrating directly, and he roared divine names such as Riemanruth, Fenris, Anaheim, etc., completely obscuring the terrifying noises of the subspace itself, and single-handedly blocking out all the enemies that surrounded him.

Is this the true strength of the psykers in the Space Marines? In the real world, I didn't see what kind of power he showed, and judging by the few charred corpses, I thought he was similar to me. It was only when I saw the power he showed in the face of subspace that I was truly impressed. The gap between us seems to be much greater than the distance between a mortal soldier and a normal space marine, and I wonder how long it will take to continue fighting before I can have the terrifying strength of his? I even vaguely felt that this gap did not seem to be something that could be bridged with combat experience.

While the Rune Priests have kept out the predators who are eyeing us, the damage done to us by the subspace itself is beyond the human power to stop. As the greatest taboo of human beings, mortals who are contaminated with even a little subspace energy, hear a little whisper, and see a little illusion will face an extremely serious danger of depravity, and must be immediately bestowed with the emperor's mercy to prevent greater danger from occurring. As a psyker, I have been taught and trained a great deal of knowledge and experience to fight against this pollution, but I am far from being able to directly confront the subspace itself. In the present environment, the filthy energy is pervasively corrupted, it can cause the human flesh and blood to mutate horribly, become like those cursed demons, and more severely, it can twist and change the human soul, making us crazy and falling into the abyss of depravity.

Blocking the corruption of the subspace also requires a great deal of will. Fortunately, the companions who were taken on a journey to subspace by the Rune Priests were also determined people. The two wolf veterans were obviously trained for the subspace, and their wills were constricted in their bodies at this time, not as flamboyant as the rune priests, but I could still feel the sound in their powerful hearts, which were ancient songs or prayers belonging to Fenris, and they wholeheartedly adhered to their traditional beliefs, those myths and legends that were completely different from the state religion of the Empire, and the exploits and glory they had accumulated as warriors in the four directions, guarded their hearts like strong armor, Let them not waver in the slightest in the face of unknown horrors. As for Aishvarya, her will is not as strong as that of a Space Marine veteran, but she is also pious and firm enough to withstand the effects of erosion. She recited the Anglican prayer that I was familiar with, and relied on the power of faith to build a strong shell for herself.

Compared to their steadfastness and piety, I don't have that advantage. I'm ashamed to say that my faith in the Emperor was actually forcibly shoved into me by Eddie when I was on the Black Ship, although he couldn't show his psychic powers at that time, but maybe he came from a clergy family, and he was very good at mission. Even though I have visited the Golden Throne and faced the power of the Emperor, I just can't do it with all my heart and soul like a true believer. My ability to parrot many canonical texts and adjust my mindset to mimic true believers has allowed me to cope with most scrutiny from the upper echelons of the Empire and the state religion, but when faced with the deadly test from the subspace, those means of dealing with business are completely useless. I see fighting as my job, killing as a way to earn a living and show my self-worth, and I see myself as a tool of the empire and the emperor, but I can't do it like a nun to believe that the emperor is my last refuge, and I trust more in swords, guns, and my own psionic powers, which are now completely useless. I'm also a decorated veteran, and I've testified to my loyalty with the blood of tens of thousands of enemies, but I can't serve in the same army for long, and my constant transfers prevent me from developing the sense of belonging and honor that Space Marine has in his organization. My glory is my own, and my personal glory is negligible compared to those historic names.

As a psyker, I am more exposed to the energy of the subspace than mortals, and therefore more susceptible to infection, which is a curse I am born with as a psyker. Perhaps Flheim could assert himself with his unique ancient beliefs, but the faith I had formed in my homeland had completely collapsed since I left my homeland to see the true galaxy. In the face of the erosion of subspace, I suddenly felt helpless......

Do you want to just stop resisting and submit to this endless power? This terrible thought only flashed in my mind, but it immediately aroused my endless fear, and I wanted to forget but lingered. I vaguely felt that perhaps, I could draw more power from the endless source of energy in subspace, and then I would be able to fight the entire subspace with one person, as Velheim did......

"Fear comes from ignorance......"

"Knowledge is the only good, ignorance is the only evil......"

Gradually, these thoughts began to arise in my heart. No, the traditional creed of the empire is obviously thinking and doubting, and doubt leads to depravity! There are some forbidden knowledge, but I would rather die than touch it!

I couldn't do anything, so I habitually rummaged through my warehouse to avoid boredom, hoping to find something suitable to help me get through it. I've done this a lot in times of crisis, and I've often been able to dig up gadgets that I've kept in my collection at some point to help just the right amount - like a special bullet that just pierces through enemy armor.

All sorts of guns, old or new guns, mutilated cannonballs, piles of shells, worn-out swords that I don't know if they can activate the power field, and the mutilated body of the dying soldier Nigna, the Oglin soldier...... My warehouse is like a huge garbage heap. If there is a future, I must sort it out. But now is clearly not the time.

I opened my suitcase, which contained several sets of officer uniforms that I was proud of, with piles of military merit medals. The shiny medallions gave me a hint of glory, but they weren't even as effective as the amulets made of animal parts on the wolves.

I pulled out my imperial canon and tried to recite a scripture like a little nun, but the big book, which I had carried with me for more than a decade, had a strange strangeness with its wooden cover and parchment pages.

Flipping through the cover, the title page was still the familiar smooth handwritten High Gothic text, but the content seemed to have changed a little.

"To my friend Ilshan, may knowledge bring strength—your faithful, Germion."

Gelmion......

I remember the name, the name of the Thousand Sons Warlock.

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