For almost everyone on a battleship, Void War means an extreme compression of perception, with the only thing that surrounds your entire world is the tremor of the deck beneath your feet, the blast of gunfire, the impact of your hull, and, of course, the noise of the fierce battles that erupt in the narrow corridors.

In a battle between the Jumping Gangs and the Anti-Jumping Gangs, you'll have to fight your way through an area as large and complex as a city. All of this is an endless struggle for one passage after another, to close the boarding gap or to keep it there forever. Respond to relocation commands, follow the path shown, remove the corpse to make sure the path is clear, or use it as a blockade tool - all while you don't know if the ship you're in has fallen. Has the bridge already been captured? Is the battle going well outside? Or are you already in trouble? How much of the battleship has been occupied by the boarding force?

There is no order, and there is no grasp of the overall situation. It's gang hopping, and encounters and raids happen in sync all the time. Only when you can barely squeeze out enough time to stop and start calculating where you need yourself or where the battle is tighter will reason come back briefly.

Therefore, Fu Qinghai usually prefers to sit on the bridge, and the complex detection array and sensing system carried by the battleship will gather all the information here, allowing him to observe the battlefield from a global perspective. But it's a pity that it's Sigismund who is sitting on the bridge of the Eternal Expedition now, not him.

……

Roaring, trembling, shaking.

Alarm bells, flames, flashes.

Screams, explosions, deaths.

Splatters of blood turned into a mist of blood that filled the air, and robes and cloaks were set ablaze by flamethrowers and plasma burners. The duration of each heartbeat is filled with the muffled sound of a detonation projectile exploding inside a human body after hitting its target.

Commanders on both sides are constantly giving orders in the communication channel. These staccato words, heavily disturbed by background noise, resonated with the roar of the ship's hull as it was impacted, like a perfect sonic storm.

Under the weight of the light of the cracking arc and the hot melt flame, Fu Qinghai killed through the entire deck. Every time he encounters a Black Legion jumping squad at a junction or around a corner, the tide of war will be reversed in an instant.

Looking down from a macroscopic perspective, the complex and staggered passages of the battleship are like a network of blood vessels, forming the blood circulation system of the eternal expedition. Critical facilities such as plasma reactors, void shield generators, subspace engines, and sub-light engines are internal organs. The Chaos Space Marines, on the other hand, are fighting with the Black Templars, who are immune cells, and armed sailors, and the two sides are flowing back and forth in the veins for ownership of each section of the passage.

Devouring each other's lives.

Fu Qinghai, he is an antibiotic.

Instead of tug-of-war and trench warfare, he would break and melt the filthy pathogenic bacteria in the veins of the Chaos Space Marines as he sprinted through a passage of battleships, and the powerful penicillin crumbled and shattered their fragile cell walls, then burst one after the other into piles of cell debris clogged up in the inner walls of the veins. The corpses of the traitors lay crookedly all over the hallway, and the intestines and intestines in the power armor flowed to the ground.

Blue Shell followed behind, busy.

Fu Qinghai ran but suddenly stopped.

With the exception of the Screaming Mask Gang encountered in the bilge area, which was slightly larger, most of the other Black Legion jumping troops were scattered into five to ten assault teams to fight alone. With an assault team of this size, Fu Qinghai can kill them all with a single shot. But gradually he sensed that the enemy seemed to be consciously avoiding him, how did he do this?

Fu Qinghai leaned over and lifted the corpse of a Chaos Space Marine, tore off his helmet, then pulled out the miniature communication device in his neck armor and put it to his ear to listen carefully. Listening to the intermittent noise coming from the communication channel, which was still full of static interference, Fu Qinghai was sure that the enemy would not be able to effectively organize, coordinate and communicate under such circumstances.

Fu Qinghai suddenly remembered the feeling before.

"Someone just tried to get into your psyche."

Freddy's words were still ringing in my ears.

Psionic means.

Fu Qinghai probably guessed it in his heart.

Someone using some kind of psionic means to inform other Chaos Space Marines can avoid communication interference in the battleship, just as they tried to get into their own hearts and snoop inside.

"Hmph, will running away solve the problem?"

Fu Qinghai put down the corpse and muttered to himself.

It's just a delay in death.

Fu Qinghai continued to climb along the shaft.

As a result, as soon as he stepped on the middle deck, he saw that a group of Chaos Space Marines in front of him had already set up a formation and were ready to fight. Their black armor was adorned with the brass insignia of the gods they believed in, along with the Ksuniya runes and the Nagrakali hieroglyphs, promising blood, souls, and skulls in the name of the glory of the god of war. Their armor shows the Eye of Horus, made of dirty gold, in the center of the eight-mane emblem.

A Chaos Gang that believes in abusiveness.

"Aha, I said I couldn't find it."

Fu Qinghai smiled and said:

"It's all waiting for me."

"What the hell are you?"

The Chaos Space Marine, the leader, asked in a deep voice.

The Space Marine, who wears no helmet and wields a Meteor Chain Hammer, has dark skin and long black hair, and opens his mouth to speak with a mouthful of iron teeth.

"I'm Abaddon's biological father."

Fu Qinghai spread out his claws and said lightly.

"What? Are you Horus!? ”

The Chaos Space Marines said in surprise.

He had a skeptical look on his face that was clearly unconvinced.

Forgot... Only Chinese people love to use ethics to scold people.

The other party obviously didn't get Fu Qinghai's original intention.

Mouth cannon big failure!

"Who are you?"

Fu Qinghai raised his hand and asked the other party.

"I'm Davarus, the former commander of the 44th Company of the World Eater Legion, and now the leader of the Black Legion Insurgency Warband. I heard you killed Teremanon and his Screaming Mask? It's kind of interesting, it's up to you if you can let me play a little longer, don't get shredded so quickly, hehe. ”

The Chaos Space Marines grinned.

As the words fell, the other party's body suddenly began to mutate violently, and the huge blood-red flesh wings stretched out from his back, and a thorny crown of thorns grew and pierced from the top of his head...... The Chaos Space Marine turned into an enchanted warrior in a second or two, and judging by this appearance, he was still a sadistic enchanted warrior.

"Shh......h

Behind him, more than thirty Chaos Space Marines turned on their transformations together, embracing and accepting the demons in their host bodies with all their hearts. It turns out that this Chaos War Gang is actually composed of all enchanted warriors! Enchanted warriors who can freely switch between demonic and normal states are usually very powerful beings.

It shows that they have subdued the demon in their body.

Cayan stood on the bridge with his eyes closed, observing the situation on this deck through the perception and perspective of Devarus. It was his idea to summon Davarus to guard the exit of the shaft by using a psionic teleportation to intercept the mysterious black-armored warrior - if he didn't, Cayan feared that all of the Black Legion jumping squads would be destroyed by him one by one.

"Thirty-two Enchanted Warriors ......"

Kayan's lips twitched and he whispered to himself:

"It should be enough for you."

But Cayan didn't know.

The moment I saw that the other party was all enchanted warriors.

The eight demons in the goblin armor all cheered.

"It's time, Aoyama, to kill!"

Valak urged, impatiently.

"Kill, I'm going to kill, I'm going to kill......"

Even the gamma coconut is longing.

"God of War !!"

Devarus roared and rushed at him.

The enchanted warrior swooped forward on all fours like a beast. Scarlet sinew broke through the cracks in the power armor and coiled around his two arms, forming exaggerated claws. Four-legged bent knees and kicked the ground with a flap of fleshy wings behind his back, and the abusive enchanted warrior flew into the air and dived and smashed towards Fu Qinghai.

Will you fly?

Fu Qinghai unfolded the thick metal bat wings from his back, and the dark blue energy formed a translucent wing membrane, and then the bat wings vibrated violently, and the supernatural power pushed him to the sky and crashed headlong into Davarus, and the enchanted warrior was only halfway down before he was knocked backwards and flew to the top of the deck.

"Bang!"

Fu Qinghai pushed Davarus to crash into the top of the pipe and cable, making a dull loud noise. Both of them were waving their claws vigorously, and Dai Varus slapped Fu Qinghai on the side of his face, and Fu Qinghai's head was slightly tilted. Fu Qinghai slapped Davarus on the side of his face, and half of his face was ripped off.

"Whew-"

Devarus tore open his mouth and roared in pain.

Fu Qinghai's claw went down, and the left side of the enchanted warrior's face was torn off even with the belt and flesh, and even the tendons and bones, as if the entire face had been cut open alive, and the nasal cavity, eyes, bloodshot brains, and teeth and tongue in the mouth were all exposed, and the appearance was terrible.

Not only was Davarus heartbroken, but the demon inside him was also suffering from simultaneous damage—even higher, and that claw just now directly stripped a large chunk of the demon's subspace essence, turning into a bits of light and disappearing between the blue-black claw blades. Eight demonic wraiths are all greedily sucking.

Devarus struggled to get rid of it, only to find himself becoming weaker and weaker, once the demon in his body could give him near-infinite recovery ability and the terrifying power to overturn the tank, but now that these powers were far away from him, the demon was getting weaker and weaker in his wail.

Fu Qinghai's wings continued to flap behind his back, one hand pressed the enchanted warrior against the ceiling, and the other hand kept tearing and scratching at his flesh. Fragments of armor and flesh and bones trickled from between the fingers, but the part of the demonic psionic essence was fully absorbed by the Iron Claw.

The wings on Davarus's back and the crown of thorns on his head faded away. Fu Qinghai raised his hand and tore off his breastplate, then inserted a claw into his chest, strengthened the bone plate as if it were nothing, took out a heart and crushed it and threw it away, and then pulled another heart out with another claw.

Davarus hung his head and limbs.

completely died in Fu Qinghai's hands.

Fu Qinghai threw him down casually.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

There were two muffled sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Davarus's corpse smashed heavily in the encirclement of a group of enchanted warriors, Fu Qinghai followed closely and landed steadily, slowly straightened up, and turned his head to look at the stunned enchanted warriors around him, the red light sprayed from the eyepiece was as thick as substance.

"Your god of war...... Don't favor the weak. ”

Fu Qinghai said with a smile.

"Roar—"

The surrounding enchanted warriors woke up from the shock and sluggishness, and rushed up with a roar, Fu Qinghai was instantly overwhelmed by the enchanted warriors, and a huge hemisphere was stacked in the center of the deck, and countless enchanted warriors tried to squeeze into this sphere with their hands and feet to kill this black-armored warrior.

Easily tore through the demonic claws of the power armor and scratched wildly at the metal shell of Uru, but not a single scratch remained. The finger claw is a savage and ferocious weapon that does not require much skill, and as long as it follows the killing instinct in human genes, Fu Qinghai fights like a primitive beast.

He grabbed the mutated neck of an enchanted warrior with his outstretched neck armor, and pulled out a pile of flesh and blood connected to his throat and trachea. He thrust another claw into the side ribs of an enchanted warrior, gripping the opponent's spine through the internal organs, and pulling the entire spine out of his body with a hard pull back.

One by one, the enchanted warriors died.

The deaths were all brutal and difficult to look at.

The flesh hemispheres on the deck are getting thinner.

The bridge of the Vengeful Spirit.

Cayan clenched the countertop in despair.

Aside from the occasional rampage and disobedience, the Insurgency Warband of Davarus is one of the strongest forces in the Black Legion, and they are all enchanted warriors. Cayan was personally involved in the creation of this force, using arcane techniques to bind one demon after another to wounded Space Marines, and occasionally using loyal Space Marines to take prisoners.

The souls in psionic perception are disappearing one after another.

Davarus and his Insurgency Warband.

The total annihilation has been declared.

……

Cayan stood on the bridge with his head bowed, not saying a word.

At the moment, he only felt cold.

What the hell is that black-armored warrior?

What can be done to stop his killing?

"What's wrong with you, Cayan?"

The Void Prophet Moriana next to her noticed something, turned her head to look at the Thousand Sons Wizard and asked suspiciously.

"Aren't you a self-proclaimed prophet, and don't you have the slightest sense of what's going on aboard the Eternal Crusade?"

Cayan asked in a hoarse voice.

"No one can defeat Abaddon."

Molana, looking ahead, said with confidence:

"He is a warrior blessed by the gods."

Cayan shook her head, Moliana was completely convinced of her prophecy, but the woman didn't see how the black-armored warrior had torn apart Teremanon and Davarus, and their respective warbands.

Cayan cast his gaze on the screen, and the space naval battle continues, and the gang jumps continue. Compared to this grand battlefield in which more than 70 warships participated, the battle that took place on the Eternal Expedition was only a part and a corner. But Cayan can't take it lightly, because the commanders of the two warring sides, Abaddon and Sigismund, are on that ship, and it is a fateful battle.

Kayan closed his eyes slightly.

As the second only one in terms of psionic talent after Ahriman among all the existing Chaos wizards of the Thousand Sons Legion, Cayan can perceive and comprehend things that others can't feel at all.

What a terrible war it was, with people dying in the slaughter every minute and every second, and he felt his soul being thrown into the subspace like liquid. He felt panic, confusion, blood, and murder...... All kinds of spirits born from violent killings are finally integrated into the realm behind reality. He felt the demons gobbling up and laughing wetly. He felt the tide and torrent of the winds of the heavenly realm, stirred by the sweaty soul, and more and more agitated behind the thin veil.

He felt death after death. Souls who don't know they're dead, souls who resist in vain but still fall into gluttony, souls who cry out wordlessly and resist but are still torn apart by the claws of demons. He felt the demons that would be born after the battle was over. He felt the love they had for humanity because of the massacre, and the hatred they had for humanity because of their own confinement and limitations—

No matter how much humanity kills.

It's not enough, it's never enough.

The subspace rejoices because of their wars.

Cayan didn't have time to grieve about it.

He knew that the Black Army only had one chance.

That mysterious black-armored warrior must be stopped.

Cayan slowly opened his eyes, and he already realized in his heart: he was going to participate in the gang jumping battle, and he was going to sacrifice himself to drag the black-armored warrior in exchange for Abaddon's victory.

"Only I can deal with him."

Cayan muttered to himself.

Thinking of this, Cayan turned his head to look behind him, where his two loyal men were already standing.

His alien girl, the Dark Eldar Scourge, Nephitari. And his lynx, the Chaos Demon Nagua.

Just when Cayan had already made up his mind.

A voice suddenly sounded in his head:

"Kayan!"

Kayan's heart was vigilant:

"Who is it?"

"I am Mi, Mi Kryas, one of the most powerful Demon Lords of All Changes."

The voice said.

"What's the matter, demon?"

Cayan asked coldly.

"You'll have to stop Aoyama Khan and stop him from heading for the bridge, or that prophecy will come true."

Tzeentch said in a deep voice.

"Prophecy? What prophecy? ”

Kayan wondered.

"There's no time to explain, use your psionic power to tear open the curtain and let me come, I'll help you!"

Kryas said eagerly.

Cayan's mind was spinning.

Pondering the words of Tzeentch the Great.

Eventually, he nodded slightly:

"Okay."

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(End of chapter)