The young psionic advisor held a strip of cloth filled with divine scriptures that had just been plucked from his eyes, and whispered obscure prayers in his mouth, the eyes of the psionic eyes that had once looked directly at the emperor's light cast their golden gaze into the sea of souls, trying to catch the alien high-speed signal from the subspace where it was sacred.

The next moment, the powerful psyker trembled and fell to his knees.

His eyes were dripping with sticky blood and tears, his face was full of the look of collapse after extreme fear, and he had completely lost all his will before he could even scream.

"Nothingness...... Empty...... Nothingness...... Nothingness...... The end ......"

The psyker repeated a few words of similar meaning, weeping in endless fear.

“…… Who's peeking at me? ”

In the cockpit of the speedboat, Russell suddenly had a rather uncomfortable feeling of being spied on. He could vaguely sense that the observer was coming from the subspace, but he couldn't tell if it was a spiritual entity swimming in the sea of souls, or if the psionics were spying on themselves with the help of the subspace.

This can't be helped, he hasn't received any systematic education since he became a psionic person, and so far he only knows a few basic psionic spells that he can naturally learn without learning at all.

If only we could get the Book of Magnus written by Magnus.

Of course, this can only be imagined, and in order to get the only sorcery masterpiece in the whole galaxy, Russell has to go to the eye of fear to find the "children of a thousand scars" to communicate with each other. At the moment, he doesn't have that strength.

Just as Russell wondered who was peeking at him, the voyeur had changed.

The Chief Navigator of the Flame of Repentance: Prophetess Alexei, who has been watching extragalactic movements through the psionic divination array and her own psionic sight, since the fleet entered the Falla system.

The Hive Will of the Unified Swarm Fleet is a subspace shadow that eternally reverberates the signal of hunger, and psionics can predict the arrival of the swarm by observing the direction of the tides in the subspace to determine the movement of the shadows.

But this is very dangerous, directly observing the powerful hive will is no different from looking directly at the evil god, and the average psionic person will burn their brains even if they just glance at it, and the psionic energy will go out of control and turn into a twisted monster.

Only a prophetess blessed by the emperor could take such a big risk and carefully observe the movements of the swarm for the fleet and judge the timing of the evacuation.

After learning that his disciple had collapsed due to the observation of some unknown signal, Alexei temporarily turned his attention away from the endless void outside the galaxy and turned his attention to the battlefield of the outer orbit where the battle was stale.

She judged that the signal was not too dangerous, as the psykers affected by it had only experienced a brief emotional breakdown, and had not lost control of their transformation into distorted subspace demons.

It was this judgment that hurt her.

The sea of souls is filled with never-ending waves of psionic energy, perhaps due to the thinning population density of the Fallas system, where the turbulence of subspace is a little more gentle than the rest of the galaxy.

The prophetess's gaze slowly swept over the wails and roars of countless fallen soldiers, and at last, she caught the "hollowness".

That's a literal hole.

The vast subspace seems to have been pierced here, a pitch-black void abruptly and naturally waiting there, no matter how turbulent the waves of the subspace flow through it, it will become gentle, docile, and then attracted and swallowed.

Although there should be no concept of orientation in the subspace, Alexei inexplicably felt that he was "looking up", that hollow hanging high above any concept, like a dark eye indifferently looking down on the boundless vast subspace, like an insatiable mouth greedily sucking the endless energy of the sea of souls, never stopping.

What a horrible sight that was......

The Prophetess had looked directly at the human emperor in the form of the icy sun, and she had peered into the shadows of the endless hive, but she had never been more desperate.

The moment she saw the "hollow", endless fear overwhelmed her. Alexei collapsed to the ground, her body trembling and curled up in a ball, unable to cry.

"Who is it this time?" Russell sat in the speedboat speechless.

Now that the distance was closer, he could already vaguely feel that the line of sight peeking at him in subspace was coming from the side of the human fleet, but he couldn't pinpoint it yet. The soul projection in the subspace feels uncomfortable being watched by, similar to being photographed without clothes.

He put these things behind him for the time being, and continued to drag the ship through the outer orbital battlefield, breaking through the layers of blockade of the Imperial fleet to the month of war.

The simple interstellar ship slammed straight into the steel plates of the moon's surface in a simple and brutal straight line, and its body twisted and deformed as it fell, eventually slapping into a discus on the surface of the battle moon.

A silver-gray blade protruded from the inside of the discus, and the iron clicked a notch in the wreckage of the speedboat, and Russell walked out of the discus with a disgraced face as he carried the knife in his hand.

"Marshal, your sailing skills are really poor." The voice of Grey Wind hating iron and not steel sounded in his ears.

"I wanted to rush straight to the edge of the fort, but I didn't stop the car for a while."

It's the first time you're going to make a mistake, right...... Russell shook the dust off his body and pulled out a breathing mask from inside his coat and put it on his face.

On the way to the battlefield, a few lone orc spear boys noticed this strange guy who suddenly appeared, and before they could pull the trigger, a thick psionic lightning swept by, crackling and burning them to ashes along with the beast spear.

Psionic power, boy.

After venting his embarrassment on these hapless greenskins, Russell lowered his head in satisfaction and looked at the blue-purple arc wrapped around his fingers.

He returned to the discus-smashed speedboat with his knife in hand, sliced through the twisted metal shell with a blade filled with psionic disintegration fields, and buried his head in the wreckage in search of something.

Soon, he found it.

Russell carried a silver-gray knife in his left hand, and with his right hand, he pulled out a crystal ball the size of a human skull from the wreckage of the speedboat and held it in his hand. The interior of this sphere was filled with a beautiful dream-like starry sky, and its composition was incredibly dense, and if it weren't for Russell's current powerful psyker, he wouldn't have been able to pick it up.

He chose to leave temporarily when the orc fleet first arrived at Falla, precisely to retrieve these two relics that Greywind had hidden somewhere in a hidden place outside the galaxy a few years ago:

Huntress Blade, Vortaum Reality Perforator.