By the time the pilot came to his senses, the feathered and eyeballed monster was gone, and only the psionic shield hanging overhead was still bearing the onslaught from the Omeniedes' orbit, sending waves of water.

The ecstasy of the aftermath was followed by panic and fear, as the spectral dust in his pocket that should have been used to power subspace exploration equipment was gone.

If a grassroots mortal pilot loses such a precious resource, if his immediate boss is a nobleman with a bad personality, then the only thing that awaits him is to be tortured to death. The Truth Church is more open-minded and will not punish the damage caused by force majeure so severely, but there is still a normal process of accountability.

In addition to worrying about his future, the mortal pilot was also a little confused. Where did the overhead psionic shield come from? And why didn't the monster kill itself, just take the psionic dust?

The pilot, who had never been involved in the deeper theory of psionic energy since he was a child, did not know that the psionic dust burned by the souls of the Aidalings was a pure psionic energy that did not contain any emotional impurities.

If the soul of a human psyker is a delicious delicacy with a fragrant aroma to the demons of the subspace, then the high-purity psionic dust that has been distilled by chain reaction is a highly effective hallucinogen that can never be forgotten once tasted. Even human psykers will inevitably indulge in it once they overdose.

And the blue-haired monster did show symptoms of addiction after overdose of psionic dust at this time, its body appeared and disappeared in the battlefield shrouded in psionic shields, constantly using the soul weave around its body to break the curtain between reality and illusion, and teleported to the surviving preachers scattered all over the battlefield through uninterrupted short-distance teleportation, snatching the psionic dust they carried.

Spatial shuttle through subspace requires extremely strong psionic attainments and spiritual cultivation, and it also carries great risks, because this is essentially equivalent to a ship directly creating into the sea of souls without opening the Geller force field, and its dangers naturally need not be said.

Even for the Grey Knight, a psionic warrior created by the Human Emperor himself, a short-distance subspace jump with a teleportation backpack is a deadly and dangerous act, this monster covered in blue-purple bird feathers and blood-stained eyeballs is able to roam between the void and the real with impunity, searching for the high-purity psionic matter that fascinates it.

When the dust in the hands of the preachers was sucked up, it actually began to attack the subspace detection equipment carried by the expedition team, burying its head in the machinery and sucking the spiritual energy that drove the equipment.

The preachers were initially trying to stop the monster of unknown origin from plundering the precious psionic dust, but after observing a strange phenomenon, they eventually made the sarcastic banshee drop her argument spear:

Every time the monster sucks in some psionic dust, more feathers and eyeballs grow on its surface. As the size became more bloated and twisted, the turquoise dome hanging over the battlefield became more and more solid, and the orbital bombardment of the Omeniedes became more and more difficult to shake the psionic shield.

"This monster is protecting us?"

"Who knows, hurry up and evacuate. We can't predict what it will do if it can't find any dust to suck into. ”

"Understood, let's go."

The remaining preachers quickly made a decision after sorting out the situation and weighing the pros and cons, which is the consistent confidence and decisiveness of the monks who believe in the truth:

Without hesitation, they threw down all the subspace-related equipment they were carrying, and all spare dust, and began to evacuate at full speed towards the teleportation beacon.

The anomalies on the ground also caught the attention of the Omeniedes, but the crew had no time to pay attention to them.

Because of the fleet, it is surrounded.

A pincer formation of dozens of Swordfish frigates and Mechmoor-forged ships steadily advanced through space, sandwiching the Omeniedes in the middle.

The High Priest of the Order of the Mechanics was still shouting to the Omenydes in the communication channel, trying to figure out what was going on, but the communication channel was soon cut off.

The death stalkers refused to communicate with them.

They took the initiative to cut off all room for pulling.

The massive guns in the lower belly of the battleship were put away, and the Omeniedes stopped its orbital bombardment of the ground of the pyramids, and instead fired hundreds of torpedoes at once at the two fleets that surrounded it.

Some of these torpedoes were purely weapons, while others were boarding torpedoes loaded with heavily armed Space Marines.

The trajectory of each torpedo is calculated with a great deal of precision, and every operator and officer on the Death Stalker flagship is an experienced veteran sailor with impeccable naval combat skills and skill in handling even the unpredictable Chaos warships.

Not to mention two research fleets.

It was true that things were going as the officers had calculated.

The Muspel Mechists apparently knew a tiny fraction of what was going on with the Dark Angels, and the torpedo salvo from the Death Stalker's flagship was a huge deterrent to them - the warband was suspected to have betrayed, and only the gods of all machines knew what warheads they would carry on these torpedoes to wipe out their former allies.

The fierce offensive forced the foundry ships to adjust their hull stance in an attempt to dodge the attack, as well as to avoid the relative weakness of the Void Shield as much as possible by the direct bombardment of the torpedoes.

And this created a wonderful time for the boarding torpedo that the Star Marines were riding.

Generally speaking, the Void Shield can only intercept high-speed solid and energy attacks, and cannot effectively isolate slower flying objects, otherwise there will not be so many suicide squads rushing into the Titan Void Shield to cause destruction.

Boarding torpedoes chiseled into the hulls of the foundries like nails, and the Death Stalkers in bronze power armor broke through the outer defenses of the Order of Mechanics in full armor, burst into the cabins, and made a beeline for the control center with overwhelming force.

Although the Dark Angel is strong, the Mechanical Order is not incompetent, and even the research fleet organized for a grave-digging project has a strong combat power far beyond the average Imperial Navy. A large number of fighter servants quickly assembled in the ship's cabin and engaged in fierce fire with the Space Marines who had boarded the ship.

But in general, as long as the boarding was successful, the situation was under the control of Gonzalez, the commander of the 3rd Company.

Although at the moment he is only half in control.

Because of the boarding torpedoes fired at the two fleets, only the target was the batch of mechanical order castings that successfully hit the target, and the torpedoes fired at the Truth Order Swordfish frigate formation all failed without exception.

These spaceships made of metal are as agile as fish in the sea, and they toss and turn with a dexterous and lively maneuver that is completely unimaginable for a heavy Imperial battleship, seducing the attack torpedoes that lock on to themselves, and then—

Hit the slower Space Marine's boarding torpedo.

(End of chapter)