Soul turbulence from the High Heavens was constantly crashing against Geller's position, and a deep purple mist was always hanging in front of the Resolute Resolve, and the 13th Expeditionary Fleet was not sailing on any safe subspace lanes at the moment.

They were slowly navigating toward the depths of the maelstrom, a chaotic subspace storm.

If it were to be the usual one, this would undoubtedly be a death move. Because the profound lesson that humanity has learned throughout the Age of Strife is not to try to explore the subspace seas that are filled with endless storms of chaos, where too many lives and treasures have been swallowed up.

However, at this moment, a large amount of blackstone excavated in the star sector had long been embedded in the ship's crash horn, and after months of hasty research by Redjak, he finally discovered how the material's anti-psionic stance should be driven.

Merely... It would be extremely taxing for the navigator who drove Geller's position.

Driven by Blackstone's anti-psionic stance, the Glorious Queen-class battleship resembles a majestic icebreaker: it relies on its heavy ramming and anti-psionic stance to tear through the fog and storm ahead, so that the entire fleet is slowly sailing towards the chaotic areas that have never been explored, at the cost of the blood and tears that flow from the eyes of the Star Whisperers and Navigators who have been blinded by the torch.

This means that if the expedition does not end before all the navigators die, the expeditionary fleet will be lost forever in the deep waters of subspace.

Until everyone's rationality is completely consumed by chaos.

The turbulence from the subspace turbulence continues, passing through countless dead worlds filled with dead silence and a vast array of demonic worlds that can distort any sanity, and the spectacular shadows still move smoothly in the sea of souls—towards the endless rift skyline.

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The deep purple subspace brilliance was reflected through the bridge on the body of the genetic prototype.

In the gilded eyes of the original genetic, the wind and waves of the sea of souls are reflected at all times.

"Karn."

"There's everything I've said to you... Do you remember. ”

Elaine whispered to the guard beside her.

She could see the confusion in the heir's mind.

Yes, in most people's eyes, this expedition to the end of the maelstrom must have been crazy - even the Astartes, who are close to the progenitors, could not guess what she was thinking.

Karn nodded slightly in silence at his mother's inquiry.

Under the orders of the genetic protogen, the 13th Expeditionary Fleet sailed into the depths of subspace in an almost suicidal manner.

Although he no longer wondered about his mother, the increasingly harsh situation was everywhere.

Even if Astarte's steely consciousness would not be tainted by this crazy voyage, the news of confusion has flooded the War Department since the 13th Fleet broke away from its original course under the orders of the genetic prototype and headed for the depths of the maelstrom.

Every day, a large number of mortal auxiliaries in the fleet go into madness, or the metal of the ship's hull is corroded by flesh and blood, and even breed some unspeakable twisted existence.

Even the navigator could clearly feel that the unpredictable subspace storm was hovering around this magnificent fleet, and the many dangerous subspace creatures that had been roaring and waiting around for a long time were also watching this batch of steel beasts, and with them more dangerous subspace creatures, many of them were filthy demons from many demonic worlds.

Thankfully, as more and more filthy life tried to spy on the inside of the thick ship, a thick barrier called the 'Geller's Position' obscured out the filthy vision.

However, perhaps the mortal auxiliaries and the accompanying navigators and technocrats did not understand Elaine's orders, but none of the Astartes of the Children of the Mountains questioned their mothers—yes, these Astartes had been convicted of the instinct of obedience since they were given the genetic seed by the Lord of Humanity.

When these resolute war dogs ushered in the return of the original genogen, this part of the instinct was further amplified after the blood and the mother of genes connected to each other.

No Astarte would question this suicidal subspace voyage, and no one would be afraid of the storm of increasing chaos and disorder, for the blood ties of the genetic protogens bind everyone's minds together.

They shared each other's fighting spirit and drank each other's anger.

Even if the voyage is bound to be dangerous.

"yes... Even though you've been fighting across the galaxy for a hundred years, there's still a lot of things you can't understand. ”

"For example... Subspace. ”

"Although Imperial Truth has never explained the existence of fate and fate, let alone the unknown that hovers in the subspace... I don't deny my father's obsession, but it's better for humans to know less about some things. ”

“… However. As your genetic protogen, I have to fulfill certain important duties—just as my brother St. Giles often worries about the blood thirst of his offspring. ”

Elaine's tone grew more serious.

Since her return, each of her children has been cursed with more blood rage than the day before, and hysterical anger is gradually seeping into the will of these Astartes.

During the long subspace voyage, the progenitor could hear the angry roar of the blood god at all times.

In fact, the moment she sailed into the subspace, the will of the Blood God had been watching the fleet.

The majestic rift that leads to the Sadistic Realm is the battlefield that the Lord of Skulls has prepared for his new prey.

Any attempt to grab his prey is pursued by the Flesh Hound to the end of its life, which is the main reason why the 13th Expeditionary Fleet has traveled more than 888 standard terras without getting lost in the chaotic storm of subspace.

The fiery waves rippling in the subspace are everywhere, and the horn symbolizing war is constantly sounding.

He longed for more blood, He looked forward to more skulls, He looked forward to more glory.

"In fact, an inevitable fate hangs over you, and the irresistible horror of the existence sees you as prey."

"He longs for you to descend into endless madness, for the entire legion to fall into endless fighting."

The boundless subspace ocean was torn open by the thick collision horns, and the curtain of the sea of souls was lifted.

"He... will be our eternal enemy. ”

The pale golden eyes of the genoplasm reflected the scarlet sky of the entire Sadistic Realm.

Blood feuds have been forged in the distant future, and the price will be taken from the past.

The treacherous fate is constantly demanding the price of change from the nascent Twelfth Legion.

Their mother, with her own hands, was trying to drag their tiny bodies back from the abyss.

"His existence..."

"It's called—Khorne."

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