On Poldero, a room dedicated to psionics is filled with all sorts of inspirational items from human civilization, from the sacrificial talon necklace of the tribal leader of Ghost Peak, to the mane of the giant wolf on the Griffin, those rather wild things will calm the master chief who was born in the savage world spiritually, and here is not only large, but also wide, the gray candle flickering, but also very quiet.

The engines on the ship seemed to be out of the fire, and it was far from the Untouchable, the Lettling Kid's room, and he was strictly instructed not to approach the first half of the hull, because his "talent" would disgust the Navigator and the Star Whisperer, and the two high-powered, hard-working psionic masters in the Void would call him "Soulless" in a wicked tone because of his talent.

However, with the reconciliation of the Lytherins' inability to be as alienated as possible, this situation was hindered and stopped as much as possible.

And the person who meditates with the Master Chief in this room is his teacher and the provider of a room of hidden savagery here, a member of the Imperial Inquisition, Inquisitor Nova.

They relax their minds on the soft mats of the weave and strengthen the bond between their bodies and souls, and while this training is only a drop in the bucket when the true power from the Supreme Heavens penetrates their souls, the psionics believe that meditation instead of sleep is a better defense against distractions from the unknown.

And this room is in a way a place where these two psionics watch each other and help each other, and in terms of the actual communication between the soul and the human potential in the subspace, even the strongest will cannot interfere with others without mastering psionic powers.

In other words, only psionics can solve the burden of psionics, even if it is a drop in the bucket compared to the boundless power of the Supreme Heaven, but the two of them are double the resistance, but in most cases, they can only make the collapse a few seconds late, but this time is enough for the guards at the door to kill the crazy people.

The Empire's attitude towards psionic powers has always been so pessimistic, blessed or cursed, probably not by personal will, but only by whether its cursed person will come into contact with true top secrets in this life.

Today's meditation is no different from usual, only a little slack in the short breath, their spirit drifts away with their own brain lobes as if it is opened, it is not a subspace, but the spirit has a free form, those subtle breaths and the faint resonance of spiritual energy make it open their brains in a non-physical posture, out of the body.

Like the mutated third eye of the Navigator family, an organ called the pineal gland is linked to that faint connection, so that in meditation, the psyker has a clearer view of his surroundings.

At this point, the soul and the body are getting farther and farther apart, but the connection is getting stronger and stronger, and those souls who can't leave the body in this life can't understand the feeling, but the logic is still simple, just like if you use muscles, it will be demobilized due to fatigue, but over the years it will be more stoic, seemingly detached, but it is an exercise for yourself and your soul, so as to be as immune as possible to the interference and threat of the Supreme Heaven.

This is a simple method that people exchange for the experience accumulated over thousands of years, although there may have been shamanic sacrifices or Taoist monks at the beginning of ancient human beings, and religious personnel have mastered such methods to the fullest, but for today's empire, learning how to think, how to empty oneself is such a rare and valuable ability.

And as the soul gets farther and farther away, the Master Chief's vague will is obviously stronger than Nova's, and his psionic energy goes farther and farther away, passing through the thick alloy layer, pure gold, and following the fluctuations of psionic energy, the smoky incense mist also begins to move, up and down, like churning ocean waves, as is the case with the Space Marine, who is gifted and strong-willed, beyond the reach of mortals, in most cases.

The stability of the Think Tank is countless times greater than that of mortal psionics, and the Space Marines have even more determined people who can ignore the coercion of the Supreme Heaven, and even retreat from the chaos of the frontal subspace.

But the path of psionic energy does not rely on stability, evil witchcraft naturally loves those twisted mages, and many people rely on the power of heaven to grasp the power is just a drop of water in the endless ocean of psionic energy in subspace, even if that drop of water can open the world and tear the pure gold, but it will easily tear the container with its tension.

And the container is even bigger and smaller, at least for now, ignoring the ability to control psionic energy, the Master Chief has an advantage in this aspect, but even if he is so talented, and he has killed many evil wizards, he can't avoid the endless interference of this huge void.

He suddenly withdrew from meditation and woke up, Superman's skin would not sweat because of feelings, but he could feel that he was very tired, normally meditation would only rest the brain, and activate the cerebral cortex, he opened his eyes at the moment, but he felt very weak.

Nova felt his fluctuations and asked. "Why, it's the same as when you first meditated successfully, and we've been going on for a month, do you see anything?" She was vigilant, the void was huge, and the psionics were more sensitive than others, and there were more demons, ghosts, snakes, and gods, and it was a gift not to have a burst head.

"Fragments, fragments of prophecy, I saw a powerful storm, but apparently more than that, this expedition to Enjili will probably not be lucky, there is a powerful psionic energy to shelter there." Master Chief replied.

"But I can't feel it." Nova's tone is a little strange, she is an imperial inquisitor, and she is also a true master of psionic attainment, although she is also rootless water in the face of the endless void, but as an individual, her psionic energy can already turn into flames and whip heretics in the name of the emperor.

Master Chief took a breath. "I don't know, but I can feel the beating in both ventricles, and as a psionic, I seem to be quite sensitive."

Inquisitor Nova gave a suggestion. "How about asking Master Starling? She should still be on the bridge. ”

Master Chief nodded. "Indeed, if it's a star whisperer, you can definitely feel the abnormality." His affirmation of the Startalkers came from the battle he suspected of being psionic, and the place where a great mortal had been sent off, and he had seen how the powerful psionic powers of the Startalkers could crush their enemies, though they were usually more adept at prophecy and prophecy, divination, or astrology.

Having received the Emperor's gift, they have witnessed the purest Imperial Psionic Energy, and the protection given to them by the silver sun can save those people from any psionic interference and subspace intrigues, so they can directly witness the fragmented psionic advance form of many things in the subspace, they are the prophets who opened Schrödinger's box, although they don't know if the cat is dead, but they can see that its limbs are not touching.

If those people can't feel it, then it's probably an illusion, the master chief stepped into the midnight ship's corridor with this idea, the lights were bright, except for the living quarters to turn off the lights to help the crew rest, so there were a few areas where it was pitch black, but for the Space Marines, the jet lag and black and white actually had nothing to do with it.

Even without the night vision and scanning provided by a tactical helmet, his highly reconstructed optic nerve and lens could clearly see objects in extremely low light.

However, his mind was swept away by those things, and he didn't notice the private coming out of the gray corner, the hapless mortal was knocked out of the way, slammed into the wall, and the thick file bag fell to the ground, even then he got up and saluted the great Space Marine, his arm stuck in his chest to form a Skyhawk, and it was better to ignore the bruises on his arm.

The non-commissioned officer asked unbearably. "It's okay, can you go to the infirmary and report, do you need me to accompany you?" Even the impact caused by involuntary movement may be soft tissue contusion for mortals, and the military uniform on the opposite side should be that of the Fifth Infantry Regiment of Skadi, and if it is a veteran of the Fourth Regiment, it may be able to dodge.

The sergeant replied. "My lord, this is the Lord's document, which records a portion of the reinforcements that have newly joined the Imperial Navy array, mostly local lords and requests from the Imperial World that have been saved by the Imperial Navy, and who are eager to join the crusade against the Engili spaceport, I must ......" he said as he felt his arm almost tear and soften, Master Chief said.

"Soft tissue contusion, go to the infirmary, I'll deliver the documents, it just so happens that I also have something I want to talk to the warlord." The Master Chief emphasized in a commanding tone that he didn't want to bother to say more, but the words he spoke seemed strange and gentle in this endless void, where mortals and space marines existed differently and gently.

The private hesitated, he obeyed the hero of the empire, but the falcon was a special case, but looking at the giant's face, he still chose to give in and handed over the wish that represented tens of billions of people to the master chief.

And those things are just thin pieces of paper to the giant, he has not a trace of slackness, they are the will of countless people, and they are also the embodiment of the anger of society against heresy, he went to the office in three steps and two steps, and opened the door directly with the high authority that the Star Marine has.

"Lords of the regions, I have brought the assembly letter of the Governor of the planets." He looked at Mr. Elan Bair, the Skadi War Lord, who was intently looking at the papers on his desk, and he sipped his Reka coffee before shining the spotlight on the papers in his hand and complaining.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to be nearsighted." "Just put it on the table." It's hard to imagine that Lieutenant Alan Bair, who had once been a bit of a wild boy, had become such a responsible man, his fingers fumbling with the kraft bag, expertly stamping it with a thick layer of ink with his personal seal, while his desk still had a mountain of orders.

In this era without computers, dispatching the entire fleet, especially the level of millions of people, even the iron man will die of overwork, and for the lords of the Imperial Guard, those things have been distributed as much as possible, but there are still so many tasks that are related to the battle situation and cannot be shirked, if this scale is expanded to the entire galaxy, the Alzheimer's dementia of the lords of Terra Gao is probably not groundless.

The Master Chief watched in place for a few minutes before Alan Baier realized it. "Why don't you leave?" He looked up at the Space Marine's massive body and realized that the person looking for him was not a private.

He put down the papers in his hand, and the Master Chief spoke. "Sorry to bother me so late, but I saw an illusory shadow, a broken subspace prophecy, a storm, with lightning and death, and I saw the port of Ngilli, like a giant metal disc and a towering metal city on it."

Alan Baier nodded. "Interesting, natural disasters? Unlikely, I think it could be some weapon of mass destruction or an accident, like a reactor collapse. ”

He is very superstitious about those things, after all, he has experienced the emperor tarot cards, and he still has a lot of trust in prophecy.

But Master Chief replied. "I'm sorry, it's probably not like that, the storm didn't have a noticeable loss of the structure of the harbor, I think it might be a powerful psyker who resonated with me in the Void for a moment similar to the words of the stars."

"A wizard?" Alan Bair was not surprised, after all, it was strange that the sect that believed in the Lord of Change did not have a powerful mage, but he also wondered if it was possible that this powerful demon representing the subspace or something even more terrifying.

"It's interesting, but we can't give up on a vague notice, you know, this war is not only the Imperial Guard, the Imperial Navy, but also the wrath of about 400 worlds in Pangia against Engilli, we have gathered about 500 civilian ships and more than a hundred warships, the total is quite large, and the High Lords' Council has also acquiesced in the attack." Alan Bair's tone had a hint of being ready to shoot.

"Do you need that many people?" Master Chief asked.

"Red pirates, they are gathering, according to the Empire's investigation reports in the star sectors around other maelstroms, those things are almost a year late, the red pirates are gathering, the scale is huge, and many traitors from the maelstrom, a natural and subspace weak region, are not angry and dissatisfied with the empire for a day or two."

"Although Huron's Badab War has pulled out several Space Marine warbands here and left the Empire with a bloody regret, there are still watchtowers stationed around the Maelstrom, and we must attack for the sake of those brave warriors."

Alan Baier is categorical, even if the intelligence is delayed, the supply is also done by itself, the empire is powerless to care about here because of the countless throbbing bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods at the end of the 40 millennium, even if the expansion of titanium, the waaaagh of the orcs, the plunder of the dark spirits, the invasion of heresy and the Supreme Heaven erupt everywhere, they are also the only troops here that can represent the will of the empire.

Two sectors, million troops, pdf or imperial guard, mortals, almost only mortals, the space marines are working all over the empire, but here there is a vacancy of space marines because of Huron's betrayal, if it were not for the help of the Destruction Eagle, they would probably lack the edge of the sword, and can only smash the enemy with a hammer composed of human lives.

But they had no choice......

(End of chapter)