The Spectre of Doom is a battle barge, a 7.5-kilometer-long Fist of God made of plastic steel, adamantite gold, and a thick mesh of iron, armed with railbombing cannons and fusion cannons. It's the equivalent of a fleet of lower-tier ships.

It's been around for a millennium, just like the monarch of the other ships, but all traces of loyalty that once represented the empire have been erased, and only the blood-red warband sigil remains...

There was no order on the Wraith. There's no quiet place either. There are also very few focused people here, whose bodies are irreversibly mutated and adorned with the sharp horns of many people's skin, teeth, and bones.

On the bridge, the giant was wearing power armor, looking at the countless data on the panel, as well as the reconnaissance signal from the bird servant, the holy Astarte? But he seems to be on the opposite side of the term.

When the giant looked out towards the ship, the ship's screen was filled with infinite twisted hollows, bubbles, hallucinations, terrifying monsters, demons, and enough terrible things to kill everything in the world.

Subspace, a place that distorts time and space, the opposite of the material world, a mirror, but a place that is closely related, and this battleship actually did not open Geller's position...

The giant, Ruft. Huron is the leader of the Star Claw Warband, once.

He is a Space Marine warrior who stands among his companions, the representative of nobility and integrity in the galaxy, at least in the part of the galaxy behind the shields that these warriors use their bodies, wills, and weapons to make.

At one time, Huron believed in at least the Human Empire and the Emperor in his own way, as well as the duties of his warband.

However, the Empire has only a shred of tolerance for actions that are not permitted by its rules. Tools that do not fully perform their duties will be discarded, but if it is Ruft. Huron, a tool that was too powerful to be easily destroyed, was abandoned by the Empire.

The problem is that, of course, the abandoned tools will return to the Empire, but when they do, their bodies, wills, and weapons are no longer shields of the Empire, but swords aimed at their hearts.

Having lost the Badab Wars, the Huron now is hungry and thirsty, he needs a world to rest and recuperate, he needs countless mortals to work for his brother, and he needs a powerful technical sage to provide him with adequate maintenance.

But he could only shrink into subspace at the moment, and his battle brother came out of the side chamber and reported to the Lord of the Matrompool.

"My lord." He got down on one knee and said faithfully. "We've gotten out of our previous orbit and probably left the Maelstrom area..."

Huron's huge scarlet power pliers clenched gently. "Julius of the Ultramarines. Company Commander Kata is still chasing us, those damn blue things..."

The scarlet battle brother, Chaos Astarte replied. "My lord, our flagship still has considerable combat effectiveness!"

Considerable? He repeated. Considerable, my brother? I escaped from the Empire half-dead and my tattered warband. ”

"But I know very well that in a few decades I will personally build a force that will crush a sector, if I want to!"

He said with a snort. "Abaddon may be stronger, but it took me less than a century to build my own."

"And Abaddon took me a hundred times as long! The former legions were proud of their own history, and ridiculed us as young newcomers of their so-called long war, but where were their original bodies, and whose legacy were they clinging to? Horus and Coz are dead! ”

"Brother, it's not enough, what we need to do isn't enough..."

Huron's smile narrowed slightly. More than anyone else, he wanted to see the Dao Empire torn apart. He wanted the Empire to feel the pain of him being blown up half of his body with a hot melt gun by that bastard Androcles and that he was almost dead.

He wanted the lies and emptiness of the empire to be exposed to the world, so that the citizens of the empire would curse the emperor in a low voice before they died, so that they too could taste betrayal.

When the Lord of the Maelstrom is obsessed with feelings of revenge, the Chief Starwhisperer suddenly reports.

"There's a subspace tremor, presumably a small cruiser-class battleship!"

Huron shouted. "Engage the enemy, we must not reveal our whereabouts!"

"The slightest threat must be cleared immediately!"

He walked towards the command point, and the Starwhisperers felt a tremendous pressure, knowing that they were dealing with beings who followed the power of chaos destruction, capricious, terrifying, and powerful.

They did not dare to slack off, and searched for the enemy's intelligence in the ripples of subspace with all their might.

"It's... Mech-taught light cruisers, my lord! ”

After the Star Whisperer finished speaking, the enemy's warships were shown on the screen, and the Mechanicus Light Cruiser was a light cruiser belonging to the Mechanicus fleet.

These ships often serve as escorts for expeditionary fleets, searching for new technologies on their quest for knowledge, in other words, with Mechonist scientists on board!

Hearing this report, Huron burst out laughing. "It's the name of subspace, it's really blessed by the gods, follow it, don't expose yourself, and wait until we get to Mandeville to carry out a raid."

"I can't expose those people to the subspace, what if there are people in those things that I need?" He was talking to himself, but his thoughts were extremely clear, because he was sure that he would use just a few decades to accomplish a great feat that the Chaos Warlord could not accomplish in hundreds of years!

And on that hapless Mechacult battleship, the data craftsman Griza. Darac is in the process of collating data from currently known STCs.

She is more mechanical than that foodie, as a mechanical sage, she has almost no human feelings, and there is no trace of emotional fluctuations in the eyes made of the monitor, only endless complex movements.

She was looking forward to the next trip, and meeting the new STC was one of the few feelings she had, and when she put on the dark red robe, she had already abandoned her feelings.

But there was one more thing she was looking forward to than STC, and that was that her apprentice, the smartest one, was on that planet doing auxiliary work for the Skadi Astral Army's 3rd Infantry Regiment.

When Geller's position was stagnant, the data craftsmen on the battleship looked at the dark green planet, countless data fluctuations in their eyes, and in subspace, hungry beasts gradually jumped out of the flanks of the battleship...