The Milky Way slowly burned, the silver sun hung high in the void, the unreality came to the face, in the pitch black scream, the crimson claws held the heart, and then came back to his senses, the flames burned emeralds, when everything was extinguished, only the void remained.

Lieutenant Commander Alan Barr woke up on the bridge, the biological clock by Terra time was still midnight, and the Imperial Navy was slowly approaching the target at sub-light speeds as the changing Imperial Navy drove the battleship slowly.

He, Alan Baier carefully passed the snoring staff officer or the crew who were concentrating on the pilot, he did not have much insomnia, at least in the daily non-stop manual labor and tactical planning, he was far from insomnia.

He walked aimlessly in the corridors of his familiar battleship, though his body was still sleepy, and his uniform was crumpled from sleep.

The midnight fleet was frighteningly quiet, because of the inefficient sub-light sailing, and the usual restless engine sounds were silenced.

The metal place was filled with silence and death, and when the feeling was deep in the marrow, it was indistinguishable from the void.

Before he was fully conscious, in his confusion, Alan Baier came to the strange room, which was full of crystal balls, purple cloth, or messy props, bottles and cans, and so many things could be placed in a small ship, which was already the treatment of an officer.

And in the shadows, a woman with a scarf, white eyes, and an elegant voice, with dogmas and prayers all over her body, about 30 years old, lined up with cards in her hands, asked the half-awake lieutenant colonel. "My lord, do you want to come once? Divination, about your fate. ”

Alan Bair yawned and sat across the purple table where the chapter was most conspicuous, the strange scent of which made him slightly sober. "You are blind, how can you see my way?"

"Wizard, I don't like psionic powers..."

Although Alan Baier sat down, he still hated being related to subspace, but it was also the source of human tragedy, and humans had to use subspace and psionic energy in order to survive.

The lady on the opposite side, with white skin like a dead person, shuffled a thin card, and the picture on the card was constantly changing. "No, as we approach the great wreck, the psionic energy that has been accumulating over it is influencing those whose fate is tied to it, and I can tell that you need a fortune."

Alan Baier rubbed his temples. "I just didn't sleep well, I don't need to...", but his words stopped abruptly, as the woman opposite took out a card, and the picture on it was a bright red world cracking, and the shocking image shook in the illusory LCD screen.

"Do you want to say this is my fate?"

Alan Baier is rarely a little angry, his attitude towards psionics will not be good, unless the other side is a master who can really control himself, but even if he is as powerful as Magnus, won't it still become a joke?

But the woman said. "You are afraid, you dare not calculate, you feel your fate, and you are anxious because of it."

Alan Baier scolded. "I've always been on the rise, give me a trick..."

No matter how much you don't believe in psionic energy or divination, people will inevitably be affected by those things, not to mention that this world has such a weird idealistic energy as psionic energy.

He hoped that the result would be good, like a sleeping pill that made him sleep well, fell in his stomach...

The soothsayer on the other side had slender fingers, constantly switching, changing, stacking cards on top of each other, then flipping, and finally she said. "I choose to draw cards from above and divinate your fate."

A total of six cards are drawn, which is also a manifestation of fate, the first, the emperor is positive, the second is a broken world, the anti, the third one, the assassin, the positive, the fourth, the space marine, the anti, the fifth, the squatting man, the anti, the sixth, the coughing man, the anti.

Alan Baier watched. "What do you mean?"

The lady replied. "A scarlet claw has grasped something precious, it is shrinking, and that item must be your favorite, your old enemy will be resurrected, your battle will continue, you will be famous, but the sacrifice will not stop."

Alan Bair replied. "Ambiguous,." Although he said so, he believed it, and he had been preparing to face all kinds of accidents in this dark universe, including the content of divination today.

But the lady still shuffled the cards. "I haven't decided your fate on this trip yet."

Alan Bair said. "Calculate quickly."

The clever finger technique makes those LCD cards constantly change positions, and finally six cards again...

The first, Galaxy Lens, Positive, Second, Knight, Negative, Third, Inquisitor, Positive, Fourth, Joker, Positive, Fifth, Longsword, Positive, Sixth, Golden Throne, Positive.

She looked at the cards. "Your trip will be a success, it will end soon, the change it will bring will be great, and you are destined, even obligatory, to face this trip, even if this trip is not your will, but in any case, you will need to end it, and then the change it brings is enough to dominate your destiny."

Alan Baier swallowed. "What do you mean?"

The lady shook her head. "I don't know, divination is like this, although the emperor tarot is so clear, but he still can't predict the real future, but, my lord, your future is unlimited, but your fate is worried, your friend will be sick, this illness is a description, it can also be understood as..."

Alan Bair replied. "Bad things?"

The lady nodded. "May the Emperor bless you, it's almost time for me to rest, and it's my honor that my psionic powers can help you with such an existence." She bowed shallowly, and Alan Baier also felt a repulsion, and soon he was "invited" out by the witchcraft.

The door to the room was closed, and Alan Bair was still not accustomed to the way of the psykers, and he only felt sleepiness returning, so he found a place to sleep again, and when he returned to his bed, all the prophecies about fate, death, and fate were soon forgotten.

This is a good thing, after all, whether you care about it or not, they will happen, whether you like it or not, they will exist, just like those who are the real masters of this dark universe, the Most High Heaven.

The next day, he still got up very early, and began to arrange the login at the fastest time, everyone's hearts were uneasy, yesterday's small insomnia did not change his mind, and the most important thing now is to pull this precarious star sector back.

"Staff officer, how's the deployment going?" Alan Baier asked.

The staff officer replied. "It's almost there, the equipment and resources needed by individual soldiers are all brought on the transport ship, and the next thing you need to do is to carry out an attack."

"How's the psionics doing?" Alan Bair pondered what else needed attention.

The staff officer replied. "In good condition, they can all go."

Alan Baier nodded. "Ladies and gentlemen, our general assault is about to begin, after the battleship launches us, after landing on the ground, you will face the green skin like the ocean, death and despair are with you, and there is no doubt that we will face the most difficult people in the entire sector."

"I'm not afraid of a morale breakdown, because we're going to face even more terrifying situations, such as exploring the inside of a ruined ship made up of aliens and heretics, and fighting for an unknown amount of time with little follow-up supplies."

"Your death will not be remembered, because if you can't expel the greenskins, the humans in this sector will have only one fate, death."

"Of course, that includes us, unless we spend decades drifting out of the entire sector at sub-light speed, but that cowardly act of desertion wasn't done by the Skady Fourth Regiment, nor by the Imperial Guard."

"Greenskins are here to kill Greenskins, traitors are here to kill traitors, aliens, heretics deserve to die."

"The oath we made is still in effect, and we will have a slender soul through the netherworld!"

Under it, the soldiers of the Fourth Regiment of Skady are all elites armed with hot melt or deflagration guns, chainsaw swords hanging from their waists, and individual Void Shields, basically all of them are veterans of the Greenskin War, less than 3,000 people survived and continue to serve, and now they are all non-commissioned officers, and of course, the Katachans are all gathered on the tarmac of the battleship.

They shouted in deafening voices. "I have crossed the netherworld with my slender soul!"

Scardy's 4th Regiment methodically stepped onto the transport plane, the Bordero turned off its engines and moved forward by inertia, all the lights went out, and in the dark side of the star, the whole world was incomparably black, to describe the feeling of falling from a high altitude with your eyes closed.

And they only have the information of the login time, launch time, and two time points agreed with the veterans, whether the veterans attract firepower earlier or later, the elite of the two regiments that have logged in, and even the entire Poldro will be destroyed.

But will those Imperial Navies disappoint? They won't!

Old Bob shouted. "That's what made the Kaba base! Damn, my old friend is still on it! "Dozens of old ships that have been in service for more than a thousand years roared with the souls that had not been moved for a long time, and the Hong guns were filled with expired ammunition, but those loyal things still did not blow up, but the Hong guns and light spears pierced the stand shield and hit the surface of the wrecked ship without the green skin detecting it.

The entire green skin of the wreck ship was alarmed, and a dense and outrageous cannonball shot out from the splicing batteries of the hulk ship.

Bob and the other veterans were armed with Amset, the only thing they had to ask for the mission, and they could bring alcohol.

The captain took a sip. "Ha~ I've thought about this for a long time, it's so cool!"

"To the emperor, his old man!"

Then he said to the fleet communicator. "When was the last time we were like this, linking up as a team to fight?"

The communicator replied. "Looks like it's against the bugs, or the titanium? Anyway, we have supported the Gulf of Damocles, and the empire really can't do without us! ”

Old Bob shouted to the soldier next to him. "Right."

The old Imperial War Engine roared, barely dodging a bombardment, and then being hit more, because it was too old to have a so-called Void Shield, and the whole ship crumbled to reveal the inside of the ship, but it was completely empty.

Old Bob continued to chat as he drank his wine. "That's it, I can't do it without us, by the way, brothers, my oxygen pump is broken, I may not be able to go back."

"Make it clear to the crew I trained, I'm not dead of old age."

The communicator replied. "I'm pretty much the same, my engine is gone, and inertia is pushing me toward the greenskins."

Another said. "I'm okay, it's just that the battleship's arsenal spontaneously combusted because of the shooting, and the temperature here is a bit high, but it must be felt when it hits the green skin's face."

Old Bob shouted to his soldiers. "Full speed ahead, shelling the greenskins!"

"Yes!"

Fierce flames scorched the engines, and the battleship slowly approached the massive planetary ship, the three-kilometer-long battleship was like a toy in front of it, but it was a natural disaster for the greenskins who shelled them.

The loyal souls of the empire are shining brightly at this moment, and there is no difference between them and when they were young, are they old? It's just that the power is gradually lost from the body, and when the greenskins realize that something is wrong, those things have grown bigger and bigger, until they burn up in the atmosphere, and the Imperial warships are not asteroids, they will disappear into the atmosphere because of the burning.

Huge objects fell, dazzling light, it was the explosion of the power furnace of the imperial battleship, the space waste ship that had died without leaving a wound for hundreds of millions of people before, and now it was attacked for the first time, the pitch-black crater smashed the defense erected on the green skin to pieces, and the dead aliens were countless.

With a roaring sound, the transport ships pierced through the atmosphere of this terrible place one by one, and landed in extreme speed, the door of the warehouse opened, revealing the true appearance of the terrible space wreck.

There are no green waters and green mountains here, only mushroom fields made up of pale orc spores all over the ground, and countless fart spirits who mine ground materials.

Cold, able to exhale cold air, the pitch-black environment makes the Imperial Guards wear night vision devices, a thousand wrecked ships do not rotate, day and night lock, there are naval guns and defenses towards the front of the sun, but the dark side is only a small tribe of orcs.

The smell of the air was not good, like rotten stinky socks, mountains composed of warships rose and fell, there were humans, spirits, orcs, they were constantly linked in the subspace, distorted, and turned into this huge place.

The elites of the 4th Skadi Regiment and the 143rd Regiment of the Partolian Guards spat out tongues of fire with their guns, lasers sliced through the air, scorched the aliens, and cleared the miners and a handful of Overseer Greenskins.

After ensuring that the mouth was extinguished, the sapper shovel began to dig up the "dirt" composed of green biomass between the battleships and the battleships, and countless sandbags, barbed wire, guns, and as many supplies as possible were removed from the transport planes, in order to ensure that not a single lumen ball could be opened.

In the hidden place of Battleship Hill, communication equipment was also built, and the Imperial Guard had taken root here, under the cover of countless deaths and sacrifices.

Next, they will have to face endless green skins and extremely difficult underground exploration.

In the universe, in a battle barge, the Astartes of the Destruction Eagle Warband are boarding the drop bay, and although they don't know whose troops are attacking the orcs, this gives them an excellent opportunity to land from the dark side of this ruined ship.

Coincidentally, the two loyal forces chose to land in close proximity at the same time, and the Space Marines of the Destruction Eagle Warband did not expect that their usual arrogant attitude towards mortals would completely change after this operation.

I said I wanted to rest, but I couldn't help it, so I wrote it, and I felt uncomfortable when I didn't write it

(End of chapter)