Escape from the shipwreck, command room.

Past.

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It's a weird place.

Thick and dense spore corpses filled the room, the vigorous plants were dead, and the little white-yellow dots flew into the air as Fernando moved, undulating and undulating.

The workbench was covered with vines, thick rattans that obscured the buttons and levers, and not far away, a human corpse was half-seated, also covered in vines.

Even with a helmet, Fernando could feel a strong rancid smell coming to his nose.

But these things in front of them are already dead, they are shriveled and yellow, and they do not show a state of decay.

In other words, the source of the odor is something else.

"Raise your focus and activate your low-level shield."

Fernando whispered in the helmet's communication channel, and then José behind him opened the psionic shield, and a dim white light enveloped them.

This is a ruined ship found by a nearby Mecha exploration ship, and after realizing that the ship's psionic energy fluctuations are excessive, the cunning sage decisively applies for reinforcements from the think tank of the nearby legion.

And the Twilight Raiders are right around here.

So, here they are now.

The results of the quest were to be divided among the Legion, and the mechanical sage led the cathars to the engine room, forcing Fernando to send a few think tanks with them.

According to the mechanical sage, when he discovered the ship, it was moving at a "speed that is difficult to reach in the physical world".

He whispered a quick beep at Fernando to argue for the importance of the engine room and how much effort he had to make the ship stop, but as a think tank, Fernando didn't care.

The legion gives them tasks, they carry them out, and that's it.

More than that, Fernando was more curious about why the ship's psionic energy fluctuated so much.

The fluctuations of subspace do not directly affect the physical universe, and certain conditions need to be met to weaken the barriers between subspace and the physical world.

This condition, that is, the things of the physical world, take the initiative to weaken this barrier.

Generally speaking, the use of psionic energy is part of this process, forcing the forces of the subspace to penetrate the barrier, causing the barrier to slowly weaken.

This phenomenon can also be caused by psychic beings, or by large-scale sacrifices, which cause a lot of fluctuations in the human soul with emotions.

In addition, there are those alien technologies, or things that are naturally formed in the close connection between subspace and the physical universe.

The ship, Fernando, preferred that it used alien technology, but the apparently unusual scene in the command room told him that his judgment was not accurate.

Either psionics, or the ship had human sacrifices.

Fernando sensed it, picked up his blaster, and walked towards the place where the psionic energy fluctuated the most.

This was a corner of the command room, which was covered by a dense mass of spore corpses.

Jose behind him silently increased the strength of the psionic shield.

Fernando took a deep breath and used his psionic energy to remove the spores.

A secret door appeared before them, and a symbol was engraved on it—

Abstract hands are holding a star, and a vine wraps around the base of both hands from below.

Very good, that's probably human sacrifice.

Sensing that the psionic fluctuations on the other side of the door were at a level that he could deal with, Fernando drew his longsword.

The arc of psionic fire danced on the sword, and Fernando did not hesitate to break open the secret door with his sword.

The rich rancid smell instantly hit the face-

In the small dark room, the yellow-green soup was piled up to the height of the Space Marine's knees, and the unknown white-yellow grease floated inside, and the bottom of the liquid surface was already covered with-green soft mud.

In the center of the room, on top of the altar made of human flesh and fat, there was a wriggling pile of flesh and blood.

With each squirm, a stench that was more pungent than before once again permeated the space.

The moment he entered the house, Fernando immediately activated the highest-level psionic shield, and at the same time raised the deflagration gun in his hand and aimed it at the "creature".

As a think tank, he knew that if he didn't understand the role of this altar clearly, he could break the balance and release the spiritual energy accumulated inside.

And the spiritual energy fluctuations in the room were completely three or four levels higher than what he had perceived just now!

At the same time, the highest level of support orders and evacuation orders were faithfully transmitted to the think tank detachment in the engine room by the communication channel.

José, behind Fernando, looked at the pile of flesh in surprise.

Is this a human being, a sacrificial shaman?

However, at the sight of both of them, the squirming frequency of the pile of flesh increased, and an eye-like thing squeezed in the direction facing them.

"Hello."

It muttered.

Fernando's cold hair exploded instantly, he was sure that he had never encountered such a strange scene before.

He wanted to retreat with José immediately, but his body seemed to be out of control, and the stench enveloped him, and Fernando could only stand there and look at the strange thing.

"It's nice to meet you, it's a nice day."

A vertical crack opened in the pile of flesh, and when it closed, its words became clearer.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that you don't see the Great Garden yet, and you can't possibly feel like it's nice weather."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to provoke you."

As it opens, a yellow-green soup flows out of the "mouth" along with the extremely rotten minced meat.

"I am the Corrupt, and the Great and Merciful Father has sent me here to spread His mercy and destroy those who disturb His dreams."

"So I'm glad to meet you, and to meet you proves that my plan is right."

It muttered again in a whisper.

Some of the flesh began to peel off from it, falling into the soup beneath the altar, splashing small sticky dots.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I've been waiting a little too long, and this altar is running out."

"No, no, I'm not blaming those who built the altar for me, they are all good people, but it's a pity that the Father can't take them all."

The flesh fell peeling back and forth, revealing a rotten core within.

Its voice began to change pitch, and it became more shrill and thin—

"Anyway, yes, it's a pleasure to bring you the love of a loving father, but for now I can only bless one of you."

"Don't worry, Father who loves you all, you all have a place in His Garden"

The pile of flesh quickly collapsed, and the thick soup that had been corrupted into liquid slowly flowed down, stirring up a pool of rotting water.

"But except for him."

The altar collapsed, and there was dead silence.

"Ah!!h

José's screams broke the stagnation, and Fernando slowly turned his head to see his comrade in the crack of the power armor, constantly gushing out rotten water.

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