The ancient warship of the Omenydes groaned in pain, trying to resist the power of the evil god from invading its body, but to no avail.

The crew of the Chaos God, who had fallen into demons under the gaze of the Evil God, praised the Raven God's honorific name, and higgled to cover something, or perhaps the clumsy disguise itself was a disguise.

They slaughtered in the cabins, slaughtering the stubborn with jealousy and resentment who had not submitted to the will of the Lord of Change.

The children of the Dark Angels are the most stubborn of them all.

Ryan's sons are as loyal as their genetic fathers, and their loyalty to the Lord of Humanity remains unshakable even as their flesh beneath their armor has been twisted and distorted.

The commander of the 3rd Company led the remnants of the Astarte monks to kill the demons in the cabin, and hurriedly left the battleship control room, which was already like a hell on earth.

Gonzalez knew that the fighting brothers behind him were very confused and angry at this sudden change, angry at the reckless actions of the 3rd Company Commander that wiped out the brothers who were on the ship and torpedoes fired at the Order of Truth, and caused this incredible subspace anomaly.

"I can understand your anger, and my brothers may no longer be willing to do my bidding...... But for now, please follow my command for the time being, and go to Warehouse 8. Gonzalez pleaded with the utmost humility of his status:

"No. 8 contains the weapon of extermination that the Lord of Humanity personally gave to the Dark Angel, and as long as we use that weapon, we will definitely be able to regain control of the Omeniedes from the demons, and further—"

Before he could finish speaking, a violent shaking of the hull beneath his feet interrupted his words, and the turbulent subspace turbulence had poured out of the mysterious eye and began to erode the physical universe. The urgency of the situation leaves no room for delay.

"This is our last chance." Gonzalez finished speaking, and walked briskly forward.

The rest of the Astarte monks looked at each other, and finally chose to follow the 3rd Company Commander together, because at this point, anger was meaningless. Only by going to Treasury 8 can there be a slight possibility of grasping the only faint hope.

As it turned out, it was very slim indeed.

The gravity simulation system in the cabin has also ceased to work, and the magnetic boots on the feet can only be used to trek through it, and the corridors in the cabin of the Omeniedes, which were all too familiar to the death pursuers, are now transformed into a labyrinth of intricacies due to the influence of the power of the evil gods, and there is no way out.

All the instruments were distracted and out of order, unable to discern even the most basic directions, and in the gloomy and oppressive atmosphere, they would never know if they would be greeted at the next intersection with nothing, or if they would be distorted demons with teeth and claws.

Outside the cabin, the powerless Omenydes had drifted along the turbulent subspace to the widening Mystic Eye, facing the star-like pupils of the Lord of Change.

The whispers of the evil god grew intense at this point, tormenting the tenacious minds of the Space Marines along with the endless labyrinth in the cabin, the layout of which was constantly changing in an attempt to convince Ryan's children to give up their struggle and fall under their wings with this never-ending despair.

Gonzalez was still moving forward in silence, but suddenly, the sound of metal clattering sounded behind him, and he turned his head vigilantly, there was no danger, only a splatter of blood stained half of Gonzalez's face.

It was a Space Marine, sensing that his heart had been shaken, and he chose to take off his helmet before he fell completely, plunged the blade down his throat, and committed suicide by drinking the sword.

"May the Golden Throne accept your faithful soul, Nash...... It's a pity that I, a sinner, have no shame to face the Lord of mankind. Gonzalez mourned his deceased brother with a short prayer.

They were about to turn around and move on to find Warehouse 8 when Nash's body, which Gonzalez had placed next to the wall, suddenly shuddered.

Above the corpse, an illusory figure groaned in pain, the soul of the dead Nash. Contrary to Gonzalez's best wishes, the loyal warrior was not protected by the Golden Throne after death, but was pinched between his fingers by the evil god and ravaged with great interest.

In the midst of Nash's soul wailing, a flirtatious voice was heard.

"Intelligent beings always love to fantasize about the beauty after death, to numb the pain of life; This fantasy is called by many names: faith, ancestor worship, reincarnation...... I've seen too much. Creatures immersed in fantasy can be fearless of any suffering and temptation, but if this belief is taken away, the beautiful illusion will be shattered like a bubble......"

There was a pause in the voice, and then Nash's soul was twisted by an invisible force into a slender monster that was not human, and thrust back into the warm corpse that was still warm.

The distortion of the soul is directly reflected on the body, and the corpse that is forcibly stuffed into the soul is distorted in an instant. The swollen body broke through the armor, and within a few seconds, a loyal warrior who would rather commit suicide than allow himself to betray the God Emperor became a hideous demon with blasphemous incantations on his skin.

"When the illusion of being a spiritual pillar is shattered, the long-held belief is falsified. Mortals know that the redemption of the so-called Golden Throne is an outright lie, and that after their death, they will face only endless suffering......"

"Those who truly understand death only fear it more than ever...... Hee-hee...... Are you in a hurry? ”

Before the faint voice could finish speaking, Gonzalez used the power sword in his hand to pierce the corpse of his battle brother who had transformed into a chaos monster in front of him.

"A clumsy lie can't fool any of us!"

Gonzalez roared in anger, drew his blade, and continued without looking back.

His steps were still firm, but he did not dare to look back at the reactions of the other fighting brothers, and he did not even dare to ask inwardly whether his faith had wavered, such blasphemous thoughts would never be allowed to appear.

The remaining Space Marines were silent and followed in the footsteps of the 3rd Company Commander, without saying a word.

Outside the cabin, the mysterious eye with the stars as its pupils and its sockets spanning galaxies bent slightly, like a man looking for fun.

The Mystical Eye glanced with interest at the sea of red insects that swooped towards him from every direction, and a murmur sounded in the subspace:

"You always surprise me......"

In the murmuring turbulence of the subspace, highly mutated chaos warships slowly sailed out of the pupils of the Mystical Eye.

Chaos warships are draped in chains of spells that are either adorned or used for some purpose. And above the bridge, a huge one-eyed totem hangs high.

It was an extremely old totem, dating back to the Great Expedition nearly 10,000 years ago, one of the 20 Astarte legions: the Thousand Sons.

Some scholars believe that the one-eyed totem of the thousand sons comes from the concept of witchcraft as the "omniscient eye"; There are also dissidents who claim that the one-eyed symbol is a merciful act by the genetic father of the Thousand Sons who sacrificed one eye to save his offspring.

Thousands of years have passed, and it is impossible to verify who is right and who is wrong.

The only thing that can be determined is that the crimson giant standing at the bow of the Chaos Warship at this moment does indeed have only one eye.

(End of chapter)