Is it time to make a subspace jump?

Have they arrived in Mandeville yet?

Fu Qinghai still had a lot of questions in his mind.

However, he did not wait for an answer.

Explosion, there is.

At first, Fu Qinghai felt the deck under his feet rise and fall violently like a pontoon bridge on a wave, throwing him up and slamming his back on the ceiling. Before he could descend down, the deck had already cracked into pieces and fell apart, and the entire passage of the battleship was like a whip that had been swung vigorously, disintegrating into pieces in a violent shake.

"Boom-"

That's when the sound of an explosion came.

At the same time, the creaking sound of metal deformation, the stabbing sound of steel tearing, the rumbling sound of plasma burning, and the explosion of debris colliding swept in together, turning into a noise that filled all senses and filled Fu Qinghai's eardrums.

Then all the sounds suddenly stopped, as if swallowed by a black hole. The gravity simulation device had failed at this moment, and Fu Qinghai was floating among countless debris and rags, when he suddenly felt an irresistible huge suction force coming from behind him.

Fu Qinghai finally understood what was happening.

The subspace engine exploded.

"Whoa!"

The voice that had disappeared reappeared.

The metal fragments and twisted steel that had been radially diffused and flying outward due to the explosion suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if time had been suspended, and then these chaotic debris flew backwards like a time rewind, carrying Fu Qinghai in the fragments, and flew to the center of the metal fragment storm behind him in an invisible vortex tearing and pulling.

Fu Qinghai tried to turn his head to look.

I saw an irregular, narrow rift, which appeared out of thin air in the center of the whirlpool storm. The edges glowed purplish-red, and the middle was pitch black as if it had swallowed up all the light around it. The rift pierced through the entire hull and tore the tail open, and it continued to absorb everything in the real universe, like an insatiable greedy demon.

Subspace Rift!

The explosion of the subspace engine may produce a subspace rift, not 100% generated, the Suzheng has penetrated the tail of the enemy warship several times, but it has not produced this kind of rift, it can only be said that there is a certain probability. According to a similar principle, if this possibility is turned into 100%, a terrifying weapon possessed by the Aeldari Human Empire - the Vortex Weapon, a weapon that can ignore almost all armor.

As small as the Vortex grenade that Sicarius took out the Star God Shard, to the Vortex torpedo that can take away a battleship with a single shot, and the most classic weapon of the Aeldarin faction, the Twister Cannon (D Cannon), all belong to the category of vortex weapons. The principle of action is to create an instantaneous and unstable subspace rift, and then use this rift to devour everything around it.

Vortex weapons are powerful but very dangerous, and the cracks born of different caliber vortex weapons are large and small, and the existence time is usually very short, only a few seconds. But in those few seconds, the subspace rift will move randomly, erratically and uncontrollably - accidentally injuring allies is still a small matter, and often the attackers themselves are swallowed up.

"Whoa, la, la—"

The subspace rift continues to devour.

Fu Qinghai only felt that these few seconds seemed as long as a century, and he desperately flapped the batwing behind him, he desperately wanted to grasp everything around him. However, to no avail, the thrust generated by the bat's wings was no match for the terrifying suction, and everything around it was constantly flying backwards and was also impossible to grasp. He was like a mosquito falling into the whirlpool of the ocean, kicking his limbs and flapping his wings, but still sliding into the abyss.

"Aoyama, Aoyama, Aoyama—Mountain—"

The eight goblins in the armor were all screaming.

The voice in Fu Qinghai's ears was stretched.

There was nothing he could do to fight the supernatural suction.

In the tornado storm composed of debris and debris around him, Fu Qinghai seemed to catch a glimpse of a crystal clear color in the corner of his eye. Knowing that there was no escape, Fu Qinghai gave up continuing to fight against this thrust, and instead flapped his wings and moved laterally, and disappeared into the wreckage storm with a "swish", and a crystal statue rolled and crashed head-on.

"Bang!"

The huge statue bumped into him with a full bosom.

Fu Qinghai held the statue and rolled all the way to the subspace rift, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the jagged twisted crack along with the surrounding debris fragments.

In the next second, the jagged crack was like a bleeding wound in the material world, suddenly closing and dissipating into the real universe out of thin air, leaving no trace.

As if it had never been there.

……

It's only seven or eight seconds to get full.

The subspace rift created by the explosion of the subspace engine disappeared, but the damage caused by those seven or eight seconds was terrifying. From the scale of space, the tail of the battleship of Vengeance did not suffer any attack before a violent implosion occurred, and the fire generated by the explosion broke through the upper and lower armor from the inside out, and then, a narrow purple-red crack appeared out of thin air to tear through the real universe, and began to frantically engulf everything around it.

A large void visible to the naked eye appeared in the tail of the vengeful spirit, running through the entire battleship from top to bottom, and metal shards were still floating around the void, as if it was gurgling blood. There were only a few broken and scattered structural suspension connections between the waist and the tail of the battleship, which looked like they were about to break at any moment. Neither during the Great Expedition nor the Great Rebellion, this legendary warship had never suffered such a powerful and terrifying destruction.

The Vengeful Spirit is unusually large, and the hull has a supernatural and unrealistic tenacity, and a subspace rift has not completely disintegrated it - but it is not much better. The plasma canal and energy transmission pipeline were badly damaged, the flame at the tail spout was gradually extinguished, and the speed of the giant ship was gradually slowing down.

In the end, he was paralyzed in place.

This sudden change stunned all the warships around. The entire chaotic and shattered battlefield of space naval warfare seems to have been briefly startled by the suspension of the legendary warship of Vengeful Spirit. Then the battle continues, those who should break through continue to break out, those who should retreat continue to retreat, those who should plunder continue to plunder, and it is still that chaotic scene.

At this time, the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit.

In the center of the bridge, in a huge transparent glass pillar stood a young woman who was almost naked, her long hair fluttering in the liquid, and her body was covered with various thick metal pipes.

At the moment when the subspace engine exploded, the woman's body suddenly twitched, her back shrank inward, and a large tuft of blood vomited out of her mouth uncontrollably, and the liquid in the culture cabin shook and boiled, and the blood stain rose and became turbid.

The woman was still convulsing violently.

A wail of pain came out of his mouth:

"Ahhh

It was a heart-rending cry.

This is the soul of the vengeful spirit.

Aena Menesis.

If you want to describe the special features of the Vengeful Spirit, you can't go without the machine soul Aina Menesis.

She was originally Cayan's biological sister, named "Itzara", and was born in Prospero, the original home planet of the Legion of the Thousand Sons. Half of her brain was eaten by Prospero's special psionic bee when she was a child, and there was no cure for her, so Cayan had to send her to the Cult of the Mechanicus in an attempt to save her life. The red-robed sages promised to experiment with the latest technology of the Cult of the Mechanicus on this girl.

The so-called "latest machine soul technology" is actually an artificial intelligence technology that plays the edge ball of the Crimson Agreement.

As a result, Itzara was reinvented with memories and added various precision mechanical components and several secondary brains, and was renamed "Ainaminessis". She has become a new type of carrier-based soul, which can give the battleship a more powerful overall control ability, far more than the ordinary soul. She first served as a ship-based soul on Cayan's ship, the Tlaloc, and was later moved by Cayan to the Spirit of Vengeance.

Looking at my sister's miserable condition.

As the one who gave the order.

Cayan was also heartbroken at this time.

But he knew that this was the last and only way, and if he didn't, let alone the vengeful spirit, all the crew members of the entire battleship, including himself and his sister, would be slaughtered by that terrifying black-armored warrior.

After the explosion, the feeling that had been haunting Cayan, the feeling of danger that had been on his back, finally disappeared, and Cayan guessed that the black-armored warrior might have disappeared into the chasm, back to his rightful place.

"Kayan, what the hell did you do?"

Void Prophet Moriana asked sluggishly:

"You've wreaked havoc on the vengeful spirit! Having crushed our own battleship, will Abaddon allow you to do this? ”

Cayan didn't bother to pay attention to the woman.

"Arrange for manpower to repair the battleship as soon as possible."

He ordered in a deep voice to himself:

"Then we'll leave here."

At this time, the situation on the battlefield is very strange.

The Black Legion, the Black Sanctuary, the Parasitic Legion, the three forces and the three fleets are entangled and strangled together. The Black Legion's fleet, which was caught in the middle, suffered the heaviest losses, and they had already broken apart and fled. The Black Templar fleet suffered the next highest losses. The Parasitic Legion fleet was the last fleet to join the battlefield with minimal losses.

However, the core leadership of the Black Legion remained, with Abaddon being treated on the medical deck and Cayan and the surviving senior officers commanding the bridge.

Compared to the other fleets, Sigismund, the High Marshal of the Black Templar, and Tagus Daravik, the Lord of the Parasitic Legion, are both dead, and the Black Templar and the Parasitic Legion are instead in a situation where the dragons are leaderless. The Black Sanctuary still retains its structure and is organizing a retreat in an orderly manner, and the various war gangs under the Parasitic Legion already have their own evil intentions, and they have already dispersed in a hurry at this moment, plundering resources and then attacking indiscriminately.

So, now the situation on the battlefield has become: both the Black Templar and the Black Legion are retreating, but one is an orderly evacuation and the other is a disorderly rout. The parasitic legion that was supposed to harvest the battlefield was killed by the lord of the parasite, Daravik, and has now been dispersed into small warbands and roamed around, with no ability to stop the other two fleets from leaving here.

A naval battle in space on an unprecedented scale.

A three-way super void war.

And so it ended inexplicably and inexplicably.

……

At this point, in subspace.

A black-armored warrior and a crystal statue floated silently in the bizarre, undulating tide of psionic energy, surrounded by dense fragments of large and small metal debris, forming a mass of debris that spread out in great space.

Fu Qinghai had fallen into a coma.

The eight demons in the goblin armor suffered heavy damage, and the impact of the explosion and the tearing of the rift were all blocked by the armor. Fu Qinghai should have been torn into several sections—just like the twisted and knotted pure gold steel beams around him, but his limbs were sound and intact at the moment, and he was just fainting, all thanks to the protection of this suit of armor.

The crystal statue is just a few meters away.

Fu Qinghai wanted to take the statue away at first, but in fact, he ignored a key point - not every genetic prototype will produce a crystallized soul statue after death, such as Fernus Manus. The reason why St. Giles was able to give birth to this crystal statue was because the enchanted battleship of Vengeful Spirit was too special, and perhaps it was possible to give birth to the crystal statue by dying on the Vengeful Spirit with some strong obsession. In this case, it is impossible for Fu Qinghai to take the crystal statue of St. Giles away from the Spirit of Vengeance, maybe once it leaves the range of the Spirit of Vengeance, the crystal statue will automatically disappear.

But now, because of the devouring of the subspace rift, this crystal statue directly entered the subspace. The crystal statue is the crystallized soul of St. Giles, and another well-known name for the subspace is called the "Sea of Souls......

Fu Qinghai's eyes were closed tightly and he was unconscious.

However, a few meters to his left.

The crystal statue began to melt slowly, the crystal clear hard material was becoming soft and fluctuating like a liquid, and the inside of the statue began to bloom with a white light, and the light gradually became more and more intense, so strong that it was impossible to look at directly.

It even completely obscured the entire statue.

Then, in the midst of this holy light.

A pair of white wings suddenly spread outward!

The light slowly converged and disappeared, and next to Fu Qinghai appeared a tall giant with a handsome face and supple blond hair, an illusory giant composed entirely of golden and white light. His left arm was mutilated and his hands were empty.

The blonde giant slowly turned his head and looked at the black-armored warrior next to him, his gentle gaze filled with pity and compassion. He stretched out the palm of his right arm that was still intact, grabbed the armarmor of the black-armored warrior, and the white wings behind his back flapped violently, dragging the black-armored warrior through the dense fragments of wreckage around him, through the undulating tides and terrifying waves of subspace.

All the way to the unknown.

Flew to the far side.

…………

(End of chapter)