In the storm-ravaged subspace.

The battleship chose a direction to start anew.

In fact, blindness does not replace the role of the navigator. In this field, the navigator needs to keep an eye on the tides and currents in the subspace at all times, and then constantly correct the direction of the battleship. Apparently blind sight did not possess such ability, she just pointed out a direction, and then the battleship went in that direction, with Saloyan Skason himself at the helm. As for what will happen next, no one knows in their hearts.

Fu Qinghai and Saloyan stood side by side on the bridge.

Look out the armoured portholes at the whirlpool and the tsunami.

The battleship is about to sail without a navigator.

It's like a blind man throwing away his cane and running along a cliff.

Fu Qinghai's face was serious and worried.

Saloyan looked up with a full chest.

“Far from the fjords and the ice cold currents，Ravens soar over new frontiers，Songs and sagas of a fate determined……”

(The hull is far from the cold current of the fjord, the jackdaw sweeps over the vast territory, the war song, the legend, everything is destined)

Saloyan Skason suddenly spoke softly.

“Shields and spears！”

(I am a shield and a spear)

Saloyan Scarson's singing is getting louder and louder.

Other space wolves in the bridge joined the chorus.

And gradually evolved into a chorus of all singing:

“Vows of favour or the thrill of plunder.”

(Share weal and woe, plunder mortal enemies)

“Pull together for the clan and kin.”

(For the sake of the war group, we will work together)

“Clank of hammers and the crash of thunder.”

(Over the Storm and Thunder)

“Pound within……”

(Only Glory Accompanied)

The hull of the ship was still shaking and trembling, the waves in the sea of souls were still violently hitting the Geller force field, the adamantite keel made a "crunching" sound as if it was about to disintegrate at any moment, and the spiritual storm of the immaterial world was still venting its malice.

However, as the space wolves sang in unison, roaring songs resounded across the bridge, the whispers that lingered in the ears of the crew gradually became inaudible, and the faint silhouettes that clinged to the cavity of the force field also faded away.

The heroic songs of the space wolves.

Even the moans that came out of the hull structure were overshadowed.

It was as if it had penetrated a raging storm through the sea of souls.

"Sing along with me, Aoyama!"

Saloyan put his arm around Fu Qinghai's shoulders and shouted.

Fu Qinghai shook his head firmly:

"I don't."

Saloyan ignored him and continued to howl:

“Oh ho oh——”

“The echoes of eternity！”

(Echoes of Eternity)

“Oh ho oh——”

“Valhalla calling me！”

(Valhalla is calling me)

The tide outside the battleship was becoming more and more violent, and the Geller force field was flickering violently, threatening to be completely extinguished at any time. At that point, everyone in the battleship will no longer need to think about the direction - everyone will be torn apart by subspace!

However, the space wolves still sang loudly, ignoring all this, and there was no fear in their rough and hoarse voices, only the fearless pride of laughing and dying - perhaps, they had already been mentally prepared.

From the moment you get stuck here.

Fu Qinghai thought to himself that this song was really unlucky.

Lao Tzu don't want to go to Valhalla.

"Why is your prophecy still unfulfilled?"

Fu Qinghai turned around and grabbed Blind Vision and asked.

The blind girl seemed to be still immersed in the sequelae of illegal drugs, and the whole person was drowsy and swaying with the deck, facing Fu Qinghai's question, she smiled stupidly and said:

"I only see that picture, that we didn't have the choice of being swallowed up by the storm, and when will that prophecy be fulfilled...... Uhhh You'll have to ask the emperor. ”

Never mind......

Fu Qinghai let go of this stupid woman.

In this state now, it is in vain to ask.

"Aoyama, don't worry."

Saloyan turned his head and said meaningfully:

"The time of the wolf will come!"

"you."

Fu Qinghai replied unceremoniously.

Fu Qinghai had also read a lot of original space wolf books in his previous life, and in those, whenever a space wolf had a premonition that he was going to die in battle, he would always leave a mysterious and meaningful sentence - "The wolf moment will eventually come!" ”

And then it just burped.

Bad luck!

Fu Qinghai thought to himself that Lao Tzu didn't want to die.

Saloyan led the 10th Company to still sing loudly, and Fu Qinghai pinched his chin and paced back and forth, helpless...... At this moment, a mortal officer on the bridge suddenly raised his hand and pointed out the glass porthole, and shouted loudly with a shocked face:

"Look, what's that!"

Fu Qinghai and Saloyan looked up at the same time.

Then they all looked incredulous.

Colourful storms and currents are receding, rapidly parting in both directions like the mythical Moses Sea, and in the middle emerges a giant behemoth, a giant whale cleaving the waves.

"Void Whale...... It's really a Void Whale! ”

Fu Qinghai muttered to himself with a dull face.

"This is the Kraken sea monster in subspace?"

Saloyan said excitedly as he propped his hands on the table.

Kraken is a species of Fenris.

The Void Whale is a mysterious creature that exists almost exclusively in legends, whether it is the poor people of the lower strata of the nest or the well-informed captains of the navy, most of the people in the Human Empire have never seen it...... I haven't even heard of this creature. He's like a baseless rumor, only in the mouths of some Frontier Trochander.

Categorically, the Void Whale should belong to the category of subspace creatures, just like the Enslaver and the Soul Eater Bee. But this thing is just too big, and in one version the Void Whale is 20,000 kilometers long. And unlike other subspace creatures, the Void Whale seems to have its own subspace engine, which can freely shuttle back and forth between the real universe and the immaterial world.

Compared with the local aborigines, Fu Qinghai knows more as a reincarnation. During the 42K Plague War, the Nurgle Army used seven Void Whale calves that had strayed into Nurgle's Garden as landing craft and forcibly smashed them into the Five Hundred Worlds. During the 41K period, a mutated adult Void Whale attacked the Imperial Fortress of Space, and the space wolf Seawolf Dalian went to stop it, detonating the clouds formed by the whales and even destroying two planets.

And this Void Whale in front of him.

It's 3,000 kilometers long.

Quickly occupy all views outside the porthole.

A five-kilometer-long strike cruiser, in front of him like an insignificant speck of dust and debris.

Everyone stared with their mouths wide open.

Fu Qinghai had already begun to silently think about how to catch this Void Whale's subspace free ride.

Thinking about it.

Fu Qinghai suddenly realized a problem:

You don't have to find a way to catch a Void Whale, because ......

This giant whale is coming straight for itself!

"Attention the entire crew!"

Saloyan came to his senses and shouted:

"Prepare for the reload! The Light Spear is ready to charge! ”

"Saloyan!"

Fu Qinghai raised his hand and stopped:

"Don't attack, think about that prophecy."

"I know."

Saloyan nodded and said:

"But I must give the order to reload the shells."

Fu Qinghai understood what Saloyan meant.

Be prepared no matter what.

The Void Whale is getting closer and closer to the cruiser.

The people in the bridge couldn't even see the whole picture.

Only a small part of the skin on the whale's chin can be seen.

"What does he want to do, kill us?"

A mortal crew member couldn't help but ask.

"He probably didn't even see us."

Saloyan muttered to himself.

Indeed, compared to the Void Whale, the cruiser is only 1.6 thousandth the size of it, and the so-called "straight coming" may just be an illusion, and the Void Whale may not have noticed the grain of sand in front of him at all, and just swim on its own.

But Fu Qinghai didn't believe it.

He didn't look at the Void Whale again.

Instead, he turned his head to look at the blind girl beside him.

"What is the picture you see?"

Fu Qinghai asked in a deep voice.

"Ah, what did you say?"

Blind or that giggle:

"That's what I see right now."

"Now what?"

Fu Qinghai was about to continue to ask.

"Well, that's the picture."

Blind eyes said to Nunu in front of him.

Fu Qinghai turned his head to look.

A black hole-like abyssal mouth suddenly appeared!

……

The view from the porthole of the bridge instantly dimmed.

The entire battleship was swallowed by the Abyssal Mouth.

Then the cruiser slammed down, and the entire bridge shook violently, and everyone on the bridge almost stood unsteadily, accompanied by a moan as the hull was deformed and twisted.

"The Bird Array has lost its signal, sir!"

The mortal officer next to the detection array said

"Reboot now and probe again!"

Saloyan Scarson yelled.

"No need."

Fu Qinghai looked out of the porthole and muttered.

The signal antenna on the ship's hull also has a little light to illuminate the surrounding environment, and you can see the dark red inner wall of the Void Whale's mouth. However, at this time, countless yellow-green verrucous herpes emerged from these fleshy walls, the large ones could fit a dreadnought mecha, and the small ones could also be stuffed into a space marine, densely hanging like a bunch of grapes all over the inner walls.

"What's that?"

Saloyan asked suspiciously:

"This Void Whale has mouth sores?"

Fu Qinghai turned around and grabbed the blind vision:

"You saw that we were going to be devoured by the Void Whale, but you didn't say there was a group of Nurgle armies waiting for us in the belly of the whale! Fuck, why didn't you say it sooner! ”

The blind girl was grabbed by his shoulders and dangled.

The face is still the same smirk:

"You just said you didn't leave the storm......"

"The Nurgle?"

Saloyan Skason frowned when he heard this:

"How do you know it's the Nurgle Demon Army, Aoyama?"

"Because I saw it."

Fu Qinghai looked up at the porthole and said in a deep voice.

In the field of vision of the psionic eyepieces, each of the giant jaundice blisters contained a Nurgle demon - this Void Whale had already been parasitized and was gradually becoming a hotbed of disease, so I wondered if it was one of the seven that attacked Otrama 10,000 years later.

"Geller's field fails!"

From the bridge, the voices of the mortal crew shouted hoarsely.

The Geller field support has finally been extinguished by now

"They're coming!"

Fu Qinghai looked around and said in a deep voice.

In the first second.

Nothing happened inside the battleship.

Everyone was waiting with bated breath for what would happen.

Then, the next second.

A circle of ripples spread across the bridge.

It's like a drop of liquid in the air.

And it spread quickly throughout the ship, bringing with it the smell of corruption, the air became slippery, the hard decorative material that covered the deck and wall surfaces and became soft and porous oozing thick slime, Fu Qinghai felt himself stepping on a sponge.

"Boom-"

A violent explosion followed.

The holographic projection on the bridge lit up multiple red areas, the ship's physique changed under the effect of surreal subspace psionic energy, and the hard steel became fragile and loose, causing a series of problems, a series of violent explosions, and then the three-dimensional projection flickered a few times before extinguishing.

"Space wolf, prepare for battle!"

Saloyan drew the Frost Hell Axe and shouted.

"Welcome to the Plague Ark!"

Some kind of behemoth was roaring, loud enough to shake the walls and decks. The sound was like gurgling water coming from the bottom of a well, like a heavily polluted ocean finding its tongue and cursing in the churning foam. The blasphemous chant ferments in the decaying instrument:

"Oh, Kugas! Oh, father of the plague! Oh, Nurgle's favorite! The plague army has been assembled, we are waiting, come and lead us! Great Kugas, mighty Corruptor and Guardian of the Seven Codes of Life, grant us your filthy blessings! Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick! ”

Cheerful singing continued to sound.

The sound of heavy footsteps and claws scraping on the deck was heard, and Saloyan heard it too. He was hesitating about what tactical decision to take—they had never faced such an enemy before, but before he could finish thinking about it, Fu Qinghai had already rushed out first.

Saloyan immediately led the warriors to follow.

The first ripple covered the entire ship in a matter of seconds, and the lights in the hallway flashed one after another, and then one by one, the hull of the ship continued to shake in the explosion, and Saloyan slipped in the darkness by surprise, crashing into one side of the wall and then bouncing off the fleshy wall to the ground.

They were not given time to think.

The second ripple soon came again.

Ruth's spear shook violently, and a series of deep roars rang out, the metal tearing through the stone and shattering like an invisible ram smashing into the hull of the ship. The walls were full of holes, and the deck shook like waves on the water, eventually collapsing and falling. A huge passage was formed from the bow to the bridge, and the violent shaking knocked all the space wolves to the ground, and the mortal soldiers on the bridge fell like rotten fruit.

When Saloyan stood up again, he could see what was happening in the passage formed by the collapse in front of him, a thick fog erupting from the darkness, the air becoming dirty, and the bulkheads mottled with brown stripes and gray coils. These twisted coils proliferate like germs. This "corridor" has become a "throat" and is constantly exhaling foul-smelling gases.

As Fu Qinghai expected.

The plague army has swarmed.

The source of the plague swelled up from the bilge, and they crowded and pushed each other, eager to spread their faith. The flesh of these demons takes on a mottled gray and green color, oozing pus and sliding off the bones. Some demons still retain a bit of human form, clutching rusty, pitted swords. The one-eyed monsters were crushed by horns bigger than their heads. They shook their heads and made a monotonous, endlessly repetitive grunt sound like a man who counts constantly, but can only count to seven forever.

Plague Bringer and Bad Debt Clerk.

And in front of these wobbling humanoid demons are fat slugs with sharp claws, jumping around and pounding down the hallways like puppies, their open teeth flowing with toxin. Between the feet and claws of these demons, a group of smaller, ugly things swirled, walking, crawling, and writhing, trying to climb the bodies of the larger demons, miniature demons that looked like legs and hands growing out of a fat tumor, laughing and muttering chants that only they could understand.

Nurglemon and Nurgle.

The plague army poured into the bridge along the passage that had been alienated into a fleshy throat. The entire corridor is like Metro Line 1 during rush hour, with plague messengers and bad debt clerks crowded one after another. Nurgle and Nurglemon crawl along walls, steel beams, and collapsed decks, like fat but swift insects, fat and clumsy, but alive and sensitive.

Then the plague army was stopped.

A black-armored warrior stood in front of them.

The blue light around the two claws diffused and fluttered.

A pair of grim eyepieces scarlet glowed.

"Guys, do you dare to fight?"

Fu Qinghai asked about the eight evil spirits in the armor.

"Of course, Aoyama."

The evil spirits hissed and laughed:

"We can't wait."

……

As the two ripples spread, the interior of the cruiser was in chaos, and the structure of the battleship, which was unusually familiar, became a different shape, and the Nurgle Demon spewed up everywhere like a gray-green viscous and filthy fountain, and the various cabins and decks were soon in a state of separate battles.

"Use melee weapons and hot melt weapons!"

Saloyan heard Fu Qinghai's reminder.

Then his figure disappeared into the darkness.

Before Saloyan could call his name.

Something rushed out of the darkness again.

It was a plaguebringer, a horn sticking out of the left side of his skull, and his torso was littered with protruding sacs of flesh and bony protrusions. He shouted and charged, brandishing a serrated knife. The warband minions behind Saloyan were the first to shoot, the crimson laser burning the monster's skin, pus boiling, and fat burning, but the demon seemed to be unaware of the damage and was still trying to spray the sailor with foamy slime.

Saloyan stepped forward and stabbed the tip of his axe.

Straight into the one-eyed plaguebringer.

The bulging eyeballs that occupy the entire face burst instantly.

The plaguebringer screamed and danced.

Saloyan pressed down hard, and the Frost Hell Axe plunged deep into the demon's back. The Plaguebringer stopped walking, his legs losing strength, and he fell the deck, groaning and shouting, the demon's body began to liquefy, and his essence gradually dissolved into the corrupted decks and walls......

Saloyan didn't know if he was dead or not.

The Space Wolf stood there and looked around.

Just then, the third ripple came again!

Invisible and silent ripples spread throughout the battleship.

Saloyan's face was horrified and he saw:

The warband minions collapsed abruptly in front of them, the mortal soldiers' fingers stuck in the middle of the laser rifle trigger guards, their faces flowing like liquid—their eyes and nose drifting to the left, their jaws to the right. But the skull was still not shattered, it was still breathing, and its mouth was open and it was screaming silently. Their spines, arms, and thighs all bent and squirmed, every bone in their bodies twisted, and continued to spin and proliferate until they had little life left.

The rest of the crew was the same.

The plague spread rapidly.

Onset is rapid, and symptoms are terrifying.

The bridge was littered with twisted corpses in excruciating pain, lying on their backs on the floor, dangling from their workbenches, slowly deforming their seats into crooked ghostly talismans, hand bones and ribs poking out of the gaps in the carapace armor of the warband minions, containing their melted bodies.

The soldiers fell in pieces, slumped on the deck, their flesh twisting and their eyes flashing with madness. Some were praying to their comrades for the emperor's mercy, while others twisted into new shapes with grunts and gurgles. The soldiers began to shoot at their comrades, and the gunfire rang out one after another.

Some of these shapeshifters took on a blood-red color, while others took on a bile-like green. Their minds are confused and manic, eventually falling apart, screaming from their mouths and throats, which no longer resemble humans.

"No, no, no—"

Saloyan roared angrily:

"Father, I will tear you apart!"

……

When the third ripple hits.

Fu Qinghai also felt it.

The deck heaved, flapped, and shattered like ocean waves, and the walls collapsed in foam, and Fu Qinghai had to lie on the ground and clutch to the floor. The whole ship seemed to be constantly changing, becoming slippery and unable to settle his feet, and he slid around in the cabin, finally grasping a solid edge and steady. After a few seconds, the ripples subsided, and Fu Qinghai lay on the ground without moving, he was not sure where he was now, but the touch transmitted from the hand armor was very strange—as if he had touched some kind of soft object.

Am I still on board?

Ruth's spear trembled, a tremor that was almost impossible for a kilometer-level ship. The hull has undergone subtle changes, and although the main structure has not changed, the silhouette has become softer, as if the hull is beginning to melt, or the edges have been eaten by insects, and the lights have dimmed.

The walls, floors, and ceiling have been eroded, the carvings on the vaults have been blurred, and the lines of the quadrangular columns have become blurred. Gray-black spots were growing on the white stone carvings and gold decorations, and the cruiser was turning into a large petri dish, and the mold was spreading around.

The calamity unleashed by the demon of Nurgle was like a celebration and baptism for them.

Fu Qinghai could feel it.

Right in the depths of this battleship.

The behemoth awaited him silently and indifferently, while everything around him was dying.

"Kugas ......"

Fu Qinghai pronounced the name of the big demon

Then a carp straightened up and stood up.

"I'm coming!"

The battleship corridor turned into a tunnel of flesh, a tunnel large enough for the knight mech to pass through, but the space was even more crowded, as the demons almost formed a roaring wall of fleshy gel. Their filthy blades landed on Fu Qinghai's body, and the Nurgle beasts tried to bite through Uru's metal armor. Fu Qinghai slashed at every abominable creature that approached him, and the number of demons didn't slow him down.

The sea of demons parted before him.

Open a way for the ultimate Revelation.

The Demon Sea closed behind him, and the tunnel led to another large space that seemed to have been dug out of a ship, and the walls of the room showed the remnants of decaying decoration. All surfaces, including walls and domes, are dripping with fluorescent slime, and the air is filled with buzzing flies and flickering spores. Demons fill this squirming filthy space.

And their master sat on the throne in the center.

This Negrine Demon can be said to be huge.

Far bigger than the Demon Prince of Doom Storm.

He was as fat as a frog, and three curved horns grew from the top of his head: the central one was as short as a hook, the other two were long and curved, and the right one was broken.

When the demon shrugs its shoulders, it exudes a mixture of red and green liquid and hisses. His jaw was unusually large, two meters wide, with shattered, jagged teeth hanging from it, and two tongues sticking out of it.

The demon's flesh was green and filled with fluorescent adipose tissue, and the ulcers continued to ooze fluid, forming cancer bubbles on its surface, and eventually gathering into small nurgle monsters with distinct faces and contours, rolling down on top of the demon's massive body and cheering for the birth. They joined hundreds of their kind, forming a chattering, fickle heap that sustained the demon on the throne.

This throne was pieced together from the remains of the highly poisonous, and Fu Qinghai saw all the experimental supplies he knew the name of, as well as instruments and equipment that he couldn't imagine functioning, everything covered in dirt. The demon drooped his arms beside the brazier, the flames licking the skin of his arm, and by the way, heating the still vessel in his hand, and the green miasma in the distillation tube tumbled.

"Welcome, little one."

The Great Impure smiled gently:

"Welcome to my seat."

"You're Kugas?"

Fu Qinghai stopped and asked.

"That's right, it's me."

The obsessive devil smiled cutely.

"Nurgle's favorite demon?"

Fu Qinghai then asked.

"Yes, yes, it's me."

Negro let out a smug laugh.

"Soon you won't be anymore."

Fu Qinghai said lightly.

Hearing this, the Great Demon of Nurgle's face changed:

"What do you mean? Do you want to compete with me for favor? ”

You think you're humorous, don't you?

Fu Qinghai jumped up and rushed towards him.

"Quack Quack ......"

Seeing Fu Qinghai rushing up, Kugas opened his mouth in satisfaction. Fu Qinghai felt a large number of Nurgle Spirits explode from under his feet, and he raised his claws in a devastating sweep, and the Saron Evil Iron reacted violently to such a powerful demon, and his claws shone with a deep blue light. A plaguebringer tried to stop it, but in an instant it was sliced into rotting flesh by its claws.

Kugas didn't take a slow move until Fu Qinghai was only a few steps away from him. He made a throwing gesture with an arm from the Corrupted Throne, and a hurricane cloud of swarms of black flies flew out of his palm, a solid mass of black mass enveloping the black-armored warrior.

Fu Qinghai felt as if he had hit a wall, the flies covering his eyepieces, dense enough to interrupt his charge, and his ears were filled with the "crunching" sound of thousands of flies gnawing on the shell of his armor. He wanted to keep going, but the number of flies was growing so many that he couldn't see, so he could only wade through the poisonous flood in front of him, waving his claws to try to clear his vision and make the flies disappear for a while.

Fu Qinghai saw Kugas raise his arms, and then waves of Nurgle spirits mixed with sewage erupted from the bottom of the throne, and these torrents of slime washed down Fu Qinghai. The flies adhered to the armor in swarms, and the force of the tide forced Fu Qinghai to slowly swim upstream.

Kugas himself moved.

The Great Impure leaned forward, and he slipped down from the Nurgle Spirit Heap, his massive body rushing towards Fu Qinghai on the surging slime carpet. His speed was terrifyingly fast for such a behemoth, as fast as a contagion.

Fu Qinghai collided with Kugas and withstood all the impact, and he was knocked headlong by this mountain of meat and flew out, and the sheer mass mocked his indiscretion. Fu Qinghai fell more than ten meters away and staggered to his feet to shake off the besiegers.

The demon tide is still rising, the demon tide seems to have no end, and this hall will be completely filled until only Kugas is left sitting alone on a mountain of corpses.

Kugas tried to open his mouth wide.

He unleashed the most powerful storm of flies to date, and the clouds kept growing until they filled the room and suffocated and blinded all the fighting creatures. Thousands of the evil avatars of the Corrupted Mouth landed on the Uru metal shell and gnawed desperately. Although each individual attack is insignificant, it gathers as much as chaos itself leads to destruction.

In the previous impact, Fu Qinghai also left several deep and shallow wounds on Kugas's body, and the green intestines of the Great Demon of Nurgle flowed all over the ground. But he completely ignored the existence of the wound on his body, and the Great Impure raised his fat hand and held the black-armored warrior in front of him in the palm of his hand, and squeezed it as hard as a crushed egg, and roared loudly in his mouth:

"All things will perish."

Kugas clenched his palms desperately:

"Accept the gift of this truth!"

The voice just fell.

Kugas's palm was cut open in the middle.

Sharp, hook-like claws split it in half.

Fu Qinghai leaned out of his entire body from the middle, his arms stretched outward to expand the tear area, and Kugas screamed, the muscles of his palms broken, and the non-existent bones shattered......

Surrounded by flies and mosquitoes, a pair of black bat-wing wings suddenly unfolded behind the black-armored warrior, and the wing membranes between the skeletons were filled with blue psionic membranes.

"Whoa!"

Fu Qinghai turned around sharply and flapped his wings.

The wings made of N metal swirled and flapped, setting off a whirlwind of knives and fans like black tornadoes, and flies fell downward like black quicksand, and the entire vision was suddenly empty.

Fu Qinghai pounced on Kugas again.

Only this time, there is no more mucus and flies. Fu Qinghai's claws folded together and spun his body in mid-air, and his whole body turned into a whirlwind like a drill and rushed towards Kugas. Nurgle's entire face was drilled to a screature, spiraling outwards with smashing flesh and mucus pus, and Claw Blade burrowed a large hole in his head in the middle.

Eventually, the deformed body of the Great Impure began to crumble, and he disintegrated and vanished in situ like a filthy slaughterhouse covered in blood. Fu Qinghai felt that the power of the subspace was rapidly fading in the cruiser, and the surrounding corrupted hull structure had also turned back into solid steel.

"Aoyama... Khan ......"

"Nurgle remembers you."

In the end, only a long sigh remained.

…………