Humans live on the islands of ignorance in the dark oceans, which are vast and contain infinite secrets, but we should not sail too far and explore too deeply.

————— from Call of Cthulhu

Geller's position is the greatest invention of mankind to date in the Dark Ages, without one of them, when humanity can submerge into the subspace, their place in this dark universe is already predestined, Elan Baier can not imagine how those horrible things can be studied, nor can he imagine how much energy humanity has spent to place itself in the ocean of consciousness.

This dark and deep place is definitely not a suitable area for any creature in the physical world to sneak into, even the lieutenant colonel who has lived two lives, seen wars, and killed countless horrific things can't help but lose his mind from those horrible hallucinations.

The lumen bars powered by the source force in the corridor of the loyal battleship began to flicker, and in the flickering light, the naked grotesque things swam around the ship, they had many joints, their bodies twisted, like humans but not like them, and the empty eyes made you feel that they were indeed intelligent and conscious, and their bodies twitched all the time, like epileptic patients.

They brushed the bodies of the crew, and the poor people could only ignore them and chant words of firm faith.

"I have crossed the netherworld with my soul, the God Emperor is above, the God Emperor is above!" As the soldier in his navy uniform read as he spoke, his words began to lose clarity, and Alan Baier gradually became unable to understand his language, and the lieutenant colonel gave him help with a bullet that broke his head.

This is not a subspace creature but an illusion, it is useless to close your eyes or even sleep, maybe only the whole ship is unconscious to escape for a few minutes, but when Geller's position fails, the subspace entity invades, and tens of thousands of imperial people on the entire ship will be slaughtered.

They're always by your side, you can feel their illusory souls when you close your eyes, you can hear the whispers of the squirting when you close your ears, and those nightmares won't go away unless you leave the subspace.

Now the soldiers on the ship began to shoot at each other constantly, and even the captain was definitely not in a good state, he stood by the command point and said. "Salia, is that you? Sister? Why..."

"Ahh

"Nope! O God Emperor! ”

A strong-willed person like a staff officer is not necessarily good, sweat is dripping from his forehead, his mouth is chanting a complex national religious standard prayer, but his eyes are staring at the distance, what does the faithful heir student without parents see? Because Alan Baier is unknown, he is not in good shape.

Lieutenant Colonel Arvada, the lieutenant, his comrades-in-arms, all the people he knew who had been nice to him were trying to persuade him to join their party, but it wasn't a gentle admonition, but subspace wanted to take his soul.

And the most determined officers of the empire are like this, and what about the others, you can imagine that this terrible place is like this, screaming incessantly...

If it weren't for Geller's stance that was only slowly dissipating, the subspace entities would have been attracted to the human souls and flesh on the battleship, and the subspace was not only the divine domain of the gods, but also countless terrifying "creatures" and twisted entities, greedy for any soul in the material universe.

Alan Bair thought so, and suddenly felt a heavy shoulder, naked hairless monkey, three hands, four joints and five eyes, an asymmetrical thing, the size of a small dog falling on his shoulder, groping for Alan Baier's head with its arms, as if trying to find the location of the entity's soul.

Alan Baier instantly realized that this was a "real thing"!

Anyway, can you imagine what it's like to turn your head and see this thing? Alan Bair didn't scream, he'd seen so many horrible things, and this thing was disgusting, but it wasn't on the list!

He tugged at the monster's spider-like arm and threw it on the cold ground, the monster's body twitched abnormally, like a cassette recorder, and Alan Baier pulled out the Katachan long-bladed knife from his waist and plunged it into the neck of the chaotic thing.

"Die!"

After a high-pitched scream that burst the eardrums, the thing died, as if they had the concept of death, but when the blade was pulled out, the thing quickly got up, as if it was fine, and continued to reach out to Alan Baier.

"..."

The existence of such a thing around you is terrifying, not to mention that it will eat, drink, and Lazar, and normal people will probably only need a few days to go crazy, not to mention that this is still something that can barely enter the ship under Geller's position, and it is not a real demon.

And now that the light of Geller's position is getting weaker and weaker, if he wants to survive, he must do something, even if it is to die.

Alan Baier raised his hand and slapped the noble captain of the rear admiral level in the face, although he was not in the same department, but this kind of behavior was also very out of the rules, but now was not the time to dwell on the rules.

"Captain!"

"You junk aristocrat who relies on connections, if your faith and will can't compare to those illusions, when our souls return to the throne, I will report your inaction to the emperor!"

"You and your warships are useless, whether it is against the Red Pirates, or in the face of subspace, any experienced Imperial Navy is just a waste!"

The old captain woke up from his grotesque dreams in anger, gasping for breath and crumpled in his uniform. "What do you say?! You can scold me, but you can't scold her! ”

Alan Bair continues to add fuel to the fire. "This battleship will soon be corrupted by the subspace and turned into the engine of the demons, or one of the countless wrecked ships in the subspace, becoming a place where the demons live, and your incompetence is the culprit for this!"

The old captain walked up to the command point and opened the control panel, anger made his head clear again, loyalty and honor made him throw the phantom of subspace to the ground, and his former family, lover, or most terrible dreams were not as obsessed with the emperor and the navy as he was, and those things were even carved into his soul.

"You said it!" The captain scolded, and he picked up the communicator.

"All the members, the navy that can still move, the head is still clear, come to the front post to pilot the Poldero! Don't indulge in those damn illusions, we've been insulted by the Imperial Navy! ”

"Lieutenant Colonel commented that we were useless sailors! Let them see, we can also travel in subspace! ”

When the seamen approached the bridge restlessly,

The captain watched as the Imperial Naval Guards ran briskly, the sound of military boots stepping on the deck, and the captain shouting to the others. "Full power, subspace engine power maximized, let's rise!"

The seafarer shouted. "No, my lord, we don't have coordinates, and in the subspace storm just now, we may have deviated by tens of millions of light years!"

Subspace does not have a specific location and spatial concept, but under the psionic light of the star torch, humans can use it as a beacon to determine its position in subspace, and subspace is actually more similar to the ocean than the ocean floor, it is not only a plane, but also a deep dive.

Geller's position is the outer armor that can withstand water pressure, and the subspace pollution is the embodiment of water pressure, although there is light, but the psyker dies, the navigator's head bursts, and without the command of the star torch, humans actually don't know where to sail.

The captain looked at the screen of the battleship in front of him, and the camera broadcast the increasingly thin Geller position in the front of the ship, and he said. "Close a part of Geller's position, and turn off the one in front of me..."

"I'm not a psyker, but if the Emperor blesses, I can see the light! I believe so! ”

The few sanities of the sailors prevented them from listening to this order. "The God Emperor is on top, Captain, how can we move forward without you?"

The captain said. "Turn off, I am in the name of the Imperial Admiral, I want to witness the emperor's luster and lead us forward!"

But Alan Bair took out his gun and pressed it against the captain's head. "Forgive my rudeness, now, give me the Holy Compass and remove it from the command point, and I'll take a look."

The captain was furious. "This is my ship, my duty!"

Alan Bair replied. "No one knows how to drive this place better than you, the storm in subspace hasn't left yet, we can't even sail in a straight line without your command, how can we get out of here?"

The seafarers instantly raised their spears, most of which were small Imperial automatic guns, and could not even pierce Alan Baier's carapace, but if they hit him in the cheek, he would still die, and the captain threatened Ai Lan Baier.

"You're the Imperial Guard, you shouldn't do this, I'm putting you in danger, so I should let the old sailor and me take responsibility."

The situation is at a stalemate, the staff officer picks up Alan Bair's hell gun at this moment, how can he judge who has become a decision to witness the current situation of the subspace, no matter what, if you have seen that kind of place, it will be crazy at best, and at worst it will be demonic, and whoever witnesses the subspace will lead to the most terrible situation.

Even people with strong wills and strong beliefs will lose themselves more often than succeed in discovering their way in subspace before they see the light of the star torch with their naked eyes, otherwise why cultivate navigators? Why can navigators become clans, if witnessing the reality of subspace is something that ordinary people can do, why do you need them, just find a few nest dukes or sinners.

He knew very well, and all the people present knew very well, to witness the subspace was just suicide, they didn't know what was there, but the subspace was an absolute danger, and people without psykers could not project their vision, they could only see nearby, and they could not feel the light of the star torch in Terra.

The staff officer should stop the farce, but even if they don't look at the subspace, they will die from the invasion of the subspace because of the collapse of their position, he doesn't know what it is, only that it is similar to water pressure, but what will happen, he doesn't know anything.

But such an action is equivalent to swimming naked for half a minute at a depth of 1,000 meters, and the water pressure only takes a few seconds to kill a human!

The staff officer finally said. "I believe you, Lieutenant Colonel..."

He raised the Hellgun and fired at the seamen, and if he did, the flames would kill the soldiers, allowing Alan Bair to take full command of the ship, so it seemed that the Astral Army had won this terrible game.

The captain laid down his arms. "You are a great man, and if you see the light coming from Naterra, I want you to tell me how beautiful that light is that can guide us forward and not be extinguished for ten thousand years..."

The captain of the ship handed the compass with the coordinates written on it to Alan Bair, carving the bones with the general direction and specific numbers written on them.

Alan Bair walked up to the command point, the pale blue light of the huge electronic screen blurring the entire terrifying subspace universe, his heart beating faster, he couldn't believe that he had made such a stupid decision.

The voice of the seafarer came to my ears. "Reducing energy output, slowing down, Geller's position in Area A is dissipating..."

Alan Bair saw a bright purple glow, large nebulae, spiral-shaped things circling over, an endless void, several huge monsters floating like islands in the void, nightmares of eyeballs, distorted and unrealistic, if he had seen anything like this somewhere, it was...

Dreams, absolute nightmares inside...

Those things, the subspace entity felt the soul breath flowing from the small position that opened almost instantly, and the monsters approached the battleship with their twitching bodies, Alan Bair didn't have time, his head stinged, and the soul or something, not organs and flesh, was also twitching.

Whispers and chaotic hallucinations filled his head, and he began to lose track of which were subspace entities, which were hallucinations, and which nebulae were real?

Are those monsters real?

The compass in his hand turned into a giant mushroom, and then an eye grew on the mushroom, and on the eyes were written scales, and on the scales were written Latin, and he began to understand the words, written in the eternal world, filled with countless information, and poured into his head in just an instant.

He looked everywhere, but he couldn't see the light of the star, he couldn't see the holy Terra at all, madness and weirdness grew in his brain, he felt his eyes itch to death, and his ears were full of indistinguishable screams, maybe seafarers, maybe hallucinations.

Just as he was almost collapsing, a voice suddenly appeared in his head. "Don't think, don't think, don't expect, don't indulge, my child."

Muddy, coarse, perfect, the voice popped into Elan Bair's mind, and his eyes cleared again, and he saw that the compass on his finger was as clear as the light of daylight and the appearance of a great silver star beside it.

"Turn it off!"

Moments later, Geller's stance reactivated, and the subspace entity no longer spotted the battleship, only wandering around the perimeter, Alan Bair gasped, covered his head, and then unbelievably pulled out a lot of strange threads of flesh in front of his eyes, and then the thing struggled in his hand, screaming, rotting, and dissipating into dust.

He didn't know what it was, but don't think, don't think, don't understand.

He only remembers the numbers on the compass at that moment. "N36, W23, that's where Terra is going—" he said with a shudder, his body unmutated, his consciousness still clear, and he sat weakly at the command point.

The entire bridge looked at Alan Bair in disbelief, he had completed a rare record in human history, facing the subspace universe...

Is he a Space Marine? Or a living saint? Apparently neither, the captain and staff officer who could not explain the situation trusted one thing and shouted. "The God Emperor has appeared!"

Alan Baier also asked leisurely. "Can you tell the location?"

At his reminder, the rest of the crew started the subspace engine with hindsight, and then shouted. "OK done, heading to Mandeville point, time consumed, not sure..."

"But we went through a subspace storm, and according to the coordinate comparison, it looks like we were in three hours... I've traveled through about half of the Extreme Star Field, my lord! ”

The captain took off his hat. "In any case, Emperor bless, just for the sake of our heroes, hurry up and leave the subspace!"

When the battleship broke through the film linking the physical and the illusory against the weak Geller's position, and a moment later, countless rays of light and stars appeared in front of the unknown star, and the captain couldn't help but sigh.

"Praise the Emperor! It's the stars, and I miss this terrible dark void so much! ”

But the seaman shouted. "My lord, I received a distress signal! There are hundreds of them, all about... Alien attack! ”

"According to the time stamps in the message, we have been in subspace for half a year, but the physical perception is only three hours."

"This is a certain star sector of the Extreme Star Field, and according to the communication information, the nearest Imperial World here is called, Cuadravedia, which is an Imperial Commercial Center."

"The content of the communication expresses that this galaxy is surrounded by aliens, and there are titanium groups and... Tyrannical Hive! ”

Swimming naked without a wetsuit in the deep sea is about the same as asking four vendors for tea in subspace, and you'll die anyway.

(End of chapter)