The journey through subspace is tough.

This is especially true through subspace storms.

The decommissioned frigate and the strike cruiser were hard-connected in a simple and crude way, which slowed down the movement of the two ships to a certain extent, but it could only be so.

It doesn't have to be so, it has to be. People sometimes compare subspace to ocean currents, but this is an overly simplistic comparison. The tides of subspace flow not only in the space in front of them, but also in another dimension, and they also flow in different times. Therefore, it is almost impossible for a ship to track another ship in subspace, so the Alva must be tightly attached to the cruiser and not separated for a moment.

The crew in the cabin heard something cut outside the hull, like fingernails picking at the blackboard, sharp and piercing, piercing the heart, like a siren from ancient mythology.

The fear of the unknown is always scary.

Fu Qinghai was standing on the bridge wearing a ghost armor, his eyes under the eyepieces swept coldly over the porthole, and in the colorful tides outside the Geller force field, some hazy silhouettes loomed with the waves, hovering around the battleship - if he wasn't in a hurry now, he had to arrive at the screaming vortex before the battleship Geller's force field failed, Fu Qinghai even wanted to turn off the merchant ship Geller force field, and then go out to kill it, so that these subspace creatures would understand that this piece of fat would not only pierce the mouth, but also pierce the throat.

The Navigator is immersed in a spherical canister-shaped device in the Navigator's Spire, which can be seen as a shrunken monkey version of the subspace sextant of the battleship Suzheng.

The navigator's eyes widened on his forehead, staring intently at the subspace, the mutated eye that allowed him to sense the vortex of these psionic tides and emotions merging. The psionic energy tugs at the field shield like a wave pulling at a leaf, and while there is no real sense of movement, the navigator can feel the ship rushing forward in his mind, traveling through time and space at incredible speeds. The ship rode a raging and raging current, and in a matter of moments it traveled nearly three thousand light-years away.

Nothing is certain about this sea of souls, and its strange way of working means that the tides sometimes turn backwards, or simply cannot be found. But at least this time, at least for a short time, it allowed the ship to speed up its journey, completely through the storm around Marquez King's Zone, all the way to the Screaming Vortex.

The Navigator was well aware that even for a mutated human like him, who was born to navigate, staring at the High Heavens for a long time was still an extremely dangerous act. He could feel the swirls of darkness and the tendrils of viciousness tugging at the edge of his mind at all the moment, and in just an hour, he was already suffering from a splitting headache and almost crumbling.

"Ahh

Stir vigorously in an oily liquid.

The navigator held his head and threw his head up and yelled.

The vocal cords in the throat tremble disorderly.

……

Fu Qinghai received a notice from Saloyan.

Heading to the bridge of the Ruth Spear.

When he came here, the Navigator Spire had been surrounded by armed sailors and space marines, Fu Qinghai reached out and pushed the shoulders of several space wolves, and in their vigilant and suspicious eyes, squeezed into this small space, looking at the messy scene in front of him and the cage.

A metal sphere fixed to the inside of the spire cracked throughout, and the cracks vibrated with escaping energy, and the transparent oily liquid was everywhere, gurgling along the cracks in the bulkheads, submerging the broken cables, and wisps of tiny lightning curled and fluttered in the air, causing the whole room to pop.

"Our navigator, crazy."

Saloyan turned around and sighed.

"Insanity?"

Fu Qinghai frowned and asked.

"More than that, look there."

Saloyan raised his hand and pointed to the iron cage.

Fu Qinghai's gaze turned to the black cage, where a humanoid creature was imprisoned. Recognizable from the remnants of his ornate robes—this was the former Navigator. But by this time, his body had been severely mutated, and he had become an abominable face, his hands and feet had turned into scaly and webbed claws, and black horned buds had emerged on both sides of his head.

"When I got the alarm and rushed over."

Saloyan Scarson grinned and said:

"I saw him burying his head in his assistant's chest cavity and munching on the internal organs of his blood relatives."

The Navigator's assistants, usually brothers and sisters from the same Navigator family, failed to grow the eye on their foreheads, so they served the more successful and gifted relatives in the family.

It seemed that he saw Fu Qinghai coming, and the former navigator who was originally jumping up and down in the cage like an animal suddenly quieted down. He let go of the iron railing that he was biting with his teeth, sat up slowly, a distorted and weird smile appeared on his face, stared at Fu Qinghai with his lifeless black greasy eyes, and said:

"Aoyama, Aoyama ......"

A non-human hoarse voice came from the depths of his throat, completely different from the navigator's originally gentle voice - this was a demon host, Fu Qinghai confirmed, stepped forward and crouched in front of this cage to stare at the twisted creature:

"You know me?"

"Aoyama...... Hiss! ”

The demon host licked his lips and smiled:

"You sent me to tell you, don't want to leave here...... Hee-hee. You want to stay here, and you want to stay here...... Never, never leave! ”

The demon didn't seem to be used to the human body, or to the vocal cords in his throat, and his words were staccato and slurred, but everyone present understood.

"Squeaky ......"

Saloyan heard the claws of his armor clenched, and despite his helmet, the Space Wolf could sense a strong anger rising up beside him.

"Whoa!"

Fu Qinghai tore off the arm-thick railing with a wave of his claws, reached in and grabbed the demon host's neck and pulled him out entirely, bringing him to himself. The face of the demon host was almost in front of this terrifying and hideous mask, and a suppressed angry voice sounded from the depths of the mouth of the alienated sharp teeth of the breathing valve:

"You don't know who you're provoking, demon!"

"Giggle ......"

The demon host grinned nonchalantly.

"Aoyama."

Saloyan Scarson frowned and spoke.

Fu Qinghai raised his claws and gently stroked the head of the demon host, and then clenched it violently, the horned head melon seed was instantly crushed like a tattered watermelon, and the red and white melon pulp squeezed out from between the melon shells, staining Fu Qinghai's palm red...... But it wasn't over yet, and his psionic eyepiece clearly saw the demon inside the severed head.

The Tzeentch demon also wants to return to the Sea of Souls.

Saloyan Scarson and the others saw that after Fu Qinghai crushed the head of the demon host, he actually fished out the headless corpse again, and there seemed to be something invisible in the claws, and there was a little blue light between the claw blades, and then a sharp and piercing and heart-rending scream suddenly sounded inside the spire:

"Ahhhh Let go, let go! ”

"I curse you, Aoyama, I curse you!"

Then the space wolf was shocked to see that Aoyama grabbed the invisible thing and put it to his mouth, the breathing valve cracked open and turned into a large mouth that continued to devour and bite, and the inexplicable screams in the air became more and more miserable, accompanied by moans of pain and struggle.

The voice finally died down completely.

Fu Qinghai slowly stood up.

"What did you eat, Aoyama?"

Saloyan asked in shock.

"Demons."

Fu Qinghai said lightly:

"My armor ate it."

After Fu Qinghai finished speaking, he pulled off his helmet.

Revealing his face that still had no end of anger.

"The navigator is dead, what's next?"

Saloyan asked in a deep voice.

"Take me to the prophet."

Fu Qinghai's face sank like water.

……

Lower deck, one general cabin.

Fu Qinghai and Saloyan came here.

To the left and right of the hatch stood two space wolf space marines with guns, and a huge thunderwolf crawling at their feet. After Blind decided to cooperate with Fu Qinghai and Saloyan, her personal treatment improved a little, and she was transferred from the bilge prison to the lower deck, but she was still under house arrest when she was not needed, and she was not allowed to move around the battleship at will.

Saloyan nodded at the Space Marines at the door.

They let the hatch open and press to unlock the door.

The hatch slid open to both sides.

Fu Qinghai saw the blind girl sitting on the edge of the bed.

He strode in and got straight to the point and asked:

"You expected that, didn't you?"

"What?"

Blind asked, looking up.

"Death of the Navigator."

Fu Qinghai stared at her condescendingly and repeated:

"St. Giles, reversal, premature battle and sacrifice."

Blind Wen Yan shook his head:

"That's just one of your interpretations, Aoyama."

"Listen, blind."

Fu Qinghai took a deep breath and said:

"The death of the Navigator has put us in a desperate situation, and now there is no other way, you must play your part, not a vague prophecy like Emperor Tarot, but a definite direction, or we will all die in subspace."

"After we leave the subspace, will you kill me differently, what's the difference?"

Blind sat on the edge of the bed, the gray and cloudy eyes in his eye sockets looked ahead in a daze, and asked calmly.

"If you can lead us through the storm back to the real universe, I won't kill you. That's my promise. ”

Fu Qinghai said seriously word by word.

Blind looked up and "looked" at Fu Qinghai:

"You've always been a man of promises, you've always been, I believe in you, Aoyama."

With that, Blind took out a fine little snuffbox from the collar of his bodice, skillfully snapped his fingers with his thumb, and then opened it. Inside the snuffbox is a crystalline powder that shines with a crushed emerald-like sheen.

"Necropony?"

Fu Qinghai exclaimed in a low voice.

He certainly knew this contraband.

The elixir of necromancy originates from the world of Necromunda's nest, and a mutated fungus grows from the heavily rotten food accumulated in the nest for thousands of years, and the green powder in the spores of this fungus can be extracted to obtain the legendary elixir of necromancy.

This powder has a refreshing effect, but it is said that drinking too much will open the "channel" between one's soul and body. If the soul is strong enough, then the user can directly absorb the power of subspace, and the relatively weak soul will be sucked away in reverse, and the soul will be completely lost in nothingness, so this dangerous potion is also strictly forbidden by the Empire.

When Chen Xinlu led a group of illegal psionics to make trouble and rebel in the nest capital, he once smoked this potion. So Fu Qinghai had seen the elixir of death and knew its effect.

"Yes, Aoyama."

Blind laughed softly.

She pinched the two fingers of her right hand, poured out a pinch of green powder on the tiger's mouth, leaned close to the tip of her nose and inhaled sharply, then rubbed her nose vigorously, and blinked her cloudy eyes.

For a moment, she seemed to be staring straight at the bulkhead in front of her, at the reflection on the wall. Fu Qinghai couldn't imagine what she "saw" there. The vast sea or the starry sky? Or maybe it's an unnatural energy that's constantly flowing chaotically? An indescribable aetheric landscape, such as tides of color, emotion, and psionics? The furious front of the soul space slammed into the ethereal clouds?

Maybe I didn't see anything.

Maybe you see it, but you can't describe it.

Blind vision uses an almost aria-like voice.

Gently opening his lips, he sang slowly:

"I saw it, we picked a random direction, and then we hit the waves headlong and broke our bones...... I saw it, we chose one direction again, only to be carried by the ocean currents to the other side of the endless end, and finally to perish...... I see it...... I see it...... Oh, I finally saw it! ”

Blind suddenly stood up.

Holding Fu Qinghai's hand, he said excitedly:

"I know what to do!"

"What? What do you see? ”

Fu Qinghai hurriedly asked.

"Whales! Whale! ”

Blind like a drug addict.

Uncontrollable drooling and snotty.

There was an excited and intoxicated blush on his face.

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1, there may be readers who like to read brainless cool articles, the protagonist casually opens a hang-up to solve the subspace storm, brushes it over, and then kills kills kills and kills everything...... So I'm sorry.,I'm going to write according to the setting in Warhammer 40K.,I love to write like this.,Subspace Storm is very incomprehensible.,If you want to see a random plug-in to clear the customs.,Move to other books.。

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