Mephiston, the curator of the Holy Blood Angels Think Tank, immediately carried out the orders from the Father of Genes.

A psionic energy was projected from the body of this powerful psionic person, directly across time, across the chaotic astronomical scale in subspace that could stretch for hundreds of trillions of light-years or only a few meters away, and the psionic projection even rippled in the subspace, and some evil creatures who coveted the soul of this powerful human psionic were all shaken back by the psionic waves.

In terms of using psionic powers, Mephiston can even use psionic energy undisturbed in the shadow of the hive, and even use his psionic energy to fight against an army of zergs, he is one of the most powerful human psionic beings, far more powerful than the Ultramarine's Tigurias think tank.

Therefore, Mephistopheles deliberately channeled his powerful psionic energy, avoiding the soul projection of Tigurias, and went directly to find the heir of the lion king of Caliban, who was the best at psionic energy, that is, Ezekiel.

But during the psionic transmission, Mephistopheles suddenly felt that something was "invading" his brain.

Although it was an invasion, Mephiston felt goodwill, and he did not immediately take countermeasures, because he suspected that the projection of goodwill was coming from Ezekiel.

Then, in the vast black and white space that appeared out of thin air in front of him, Mephistopheles saw the figure of a spirit people.

The Spirit was holding a scepter, and his free other hand was holding a helmet, with a confident and graceful smile on his face throughout.

It was the former Great Prophet of the Spirit Clan Usvi's Ark World, Eldra Deuslan.

"What do you want by throwing such a majestic spiritual energy into the main fleet?" Uslan didn't seem to speak, his voice echoing through the space and Mephistopheles' head.

Mephistopheles remained silent.

He knew that the Elves had joined the war and were on the side of the humans.

He also knew that Uslan, as a person who was good at psionic energy in the main fleet, had taken on the role of psionic advisor.

However, Mephistopheles just couldn't trust this elf alien, so he chose not to tell Uslan anything, and there was no need to tell him, because if Uslan hadn't jumped out and intervened, he would have been able to contact Ezekiel a long time ago.

"Answer me." Uslan repeated.

Mephistopheles raised his hand to dispel the illusion created by Uslan in front of him, and continued what he had just done.

Consciousness and psionic energy collide with the Black Stone.

This was something that Mephistopheles had in mind, because not only was every ship of the main fleet under the protection of Blackstone, but so was the branch fleet led by Angels and the Eagle of Chogoris.

Blackstone's effectiveness has not yet been turned to its fullest, lest this soul-isolating thing turn the entire fleet crew into the walking dead before the enemy, so psionic energy can still be effective within its area of effect.

Mephistopheles stepped over Blackstone and approached the main fleet, his gaze glancing over the planet beneath the main fleet.

He found that there was a terrible war going on there, and that humanity was fighting against the terrifying Demon Prince, as well as numerous archdemons and countless vultarians.

Without probing or asking, Mephistopheles could guess who was leading the ground forces into battle on Broome.

In such a battle, even if Kiriman and Ryan go down, they have to avoid the edge for the time being when they encounter so many big demons.

"It seems that the time of the main fleet and the branch fleet is not synchronized."

Mephiston's gaze was withdrawn from Bloom and he turned to business.

When he had already crossed the area of effect of the black stone, thinking that nothing would stop him, he suddenly found that his consciousness and psionic energy could not penetrate half a step deep into the main fleet.

Psykers can see things that ordinary people can't.

This situation is not visible to ordinary people at all, but in Mephiston's eyes, the situation on the side of the main fleet is not a strange thing that can be described.

A blue storm covered the area where the main fleet was located.

Every minute, countless subspace malicious entities infested the main fleet, but they were all thwarted by this blue storm.

Despite the existence of the Blackstone Creation, those weak and malicious entities would not be able to approach the main fleet by half a step no matter what, but the strange blue storm of unknown origin played the same role as the Blackstone.

It not only blocks the malicious entities of the subspace, but even reduces the probability of supernatural events.

Mephistopheles couldn't take another half step forward anyway, and everything in front of him was like a basin of cold water poured on him, pouring cold on him.

The catastrophe foretold by the Father of Genes for the main fleet, the catastrophe that could destroy the main fleet, it may have happened immediately, or it could have already happened in the chaotic timeline within the Eye of Fear...... Obviously, he had seen the existence of the main fleet, but he couldn't get half a step closer to inform him.

This sense of hopelessness and powerlessness is the most torturous.

At this time, Mephistopheles racked his brains, and finally could only reluctantly come to a conclusion: if he wanted to keep his consciousness and psionic energy close to the main fleet, he had to have someone in the fleet with items that he could use as psionic mediums, and bypass the blue storm that almost swelled to cover the planet and the main fleet when the psionic effect was greatly weakened by the black stone.

Eventually, after making the decision that he could only send someone to report to the main fleet in person, Mephistopheles observed the strange storm of unknown origin, and then he realized that it was not only he who was intercepted by this storm.

On the edge of the storm, a golden torrent was rushing towards the storm, wrestling with the strong wind, looking for the weak spot of the storm.

……

Inside the flagship.

Outside the medical cabin.

Ryan himself went outside the cabin where Vanessa was, and checked on the condition of the female psychic and her father who possessed her.

Every second, a potional was inserted into Vanessa's body, and then her body was on the verge of destruction, along with the pinholes, and then it was on the verge of destruction, and then it was restored, and so on.

But if you don't consider Vanessa, just look at Vanessa's closed eyes and calm and slow breathing, it still seems quite peaceful.

"The Emperor hasn't made any revelations so far?" Ryan turned and looked at the Director of the Ultramarines Think Tank who was guarding the place.

Tigurias was in charge of guarding here, not going down to fight, because as a psyker, he needed to check the situation of the emperor guarding the fleet in real time, and if the emperor made any revelations or warnings, then Tigurias had to report it as soon as possible.

"Nothing to revise, Marshal." Tigurias saluted respectfully, "All I can feel from the collective of a few weak wills of this Lord of Humanity is calm, serenity. ”

"Keep an eye on it, there's no room for mistakes here." Ryan gestured to the cabin, then quickly turned to leave.

He just took the time to come over and take a look at this extremely important place, and there were other things that he needed to do as a commander.

Before leaving, though, Ryan thought of another person.

"What about Kiliman?" Ryan paused, "We were still discussing strategy before, and he found an excuse to leave, and then he disappeared?" ”

"I'm sleeping." Tigurias replied.

"Sleep? At this time? Ryan's fist hardened.

But Ryan thought about it again, Killiman had not rested since he woke up, and he had already planned everything he needed to make in advance.

Take a break, no problem.

However, Tigurias did not know what the lion king was thinking, and he defended his father: "He always said that he could feel something close to him, and this closeness made him feel peaceful and tired, so he went to rest, to empty his brain, to get rid of that strange feeling." ”

"Don't disturb him." Ryan turned to leave.

"Don't go! Wake him up! Wake up Kiliman! ”

A roar rang out behind Ryan, but neither Ryan nor Tigurias reacted, as they couldn't hear it at all.

In the cabin, the emperor's will is trapped in the past and the future, and everything he does cannot convey to the "present".

It's like being cut off by glass.

(End of chapter)