For the vast majority of normal creatures, exploring a world completely engulfed by subspace is a thrilling and terrifying experience.

Galmek is a gigantic twisted thing, evil, terrifying, and abominable.

Majestic temples of darkness can be found throughout the planet's surface, demonstrating the Bearers' boundless devotion to the power of destruction.

The desecrated enchantments and totems embody the terrifying power of chaos, and corruption is deeply embedded in the foundations of the planet.

Towering chimneys emit toxic industrial gases, and the machinery in the foundry roars day and night, accompanied by countless wails of pain.

The voices were made by the slaves.

Like all Chaos Warbands, the Bearers increase their population by plundering the surrounding areas, as the areas corrupted by Chaos are not very suitable for survival.

The young, strong, and gifted individuals will be included in the Whisperer's servant army, and may even have the opportunity to be used as a reserve of recruits for the legion, while the vast majority of innocent people can only be reduced to slavery, ruthlessly drained of every value until their lives are exhausted.

The slaves lined up and were thrown into the terrible forge.

Their misshapen, twisted flesh was torn apart, and their bleak and painful souls were extracted and fused with steel, flame, and some hapless subspace creature channeled by the evil spells of the Chaos wizards, and with psionic magic and industrial technology, a demon engine was produced.

The mere birth of a thing that consumes the lives of thousands of innocent people is indescribably evil.

And when it is thrown into battle, it will kill a hundredfold more.

The war in the galaxy is never-ending, so such war equipment full of destructive power is always in short supply, and no matter which wargang it goes to, it is in demand.

Especially now after the Great Rift has been opened.

Inside the temple, the dark apostle O'Sullivan walked alone in the dimly lit corridor, his face full of thoughts.

The situation facing Galmek is very bad, and the maelstrom's otherwise stable situation has been disturbed by someone's appearance.

Many of their access to resources has been disrupted, and the power of the Bearers in the region is being weakened.

What's even more tricky is that the blessing of Blackstone's technology has given the Imperial side the ability to suppress the power of the subspace that they rely on the most, and even completely close the giant subspace rift.

At that time, they will be meat on a chopping block to be slaughtered.

It is in this situation that their commander is still obsessed with a dark ritual, consuming a lot of resources and recruiting many manpower......

Such a serious problem must be addressed.

So here he is, in the heart of the Dark Sacrifice Grounds.

O'Sullivan was skeptical that he would succeed in persuading the Lord, and his brothers always prioritized their devotion to the dark gods.

Believers can give everything for the gods and take it for granted, but on the other hand, the gods seldom take care of the believers' food, drink, and Lazar.

The trivialities of mortals are too small for those great beings.

And the bad part is that they need firewood, rice, oil, salt, and so on.

No matter how noble and precious spiritual satisfaction is, it cannot solve the actual material needs.

O'Sullivan took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the heavy door in front of him.

Behind the gate, a hundred Whisperer wizards are making various preparations for the upcoming ceremony.

Tens of thousands of candles made of human fat are scattered all around, lighting up the vast hall.

The walls and floor were filled with magical arrays carved out of blood, and a disgusting smell filled the air.

The demon's whispers echoed through the hall, countless resentments swirling and condensing, and then quickly dissipated.

It is an ancient and evil secret method that is only used to accomplish the darkest of attempts.

The apostle walked past the objects and went straight to the deepest part of the hall.

The man he was looking for was sitting quietly in front of the Chaos Totem with his eyes closed and meditating, recuperating for the smooth conduct of the ceremony.

"You should return to your post, O'Sullivan, the dark gods have assigned you tasks and assigned me duties, and it is not a pious act to cross the line at will."

The man did not turn around, nor did he open his eyes, still in a meditative state, but he sensed the arrival of the Dark Apostle.

"I know that, Lord Erebus, but a great crisis is coming." O'Sullivan said with difficulty, "In order to support the operation of the commander, we have invested a lot of manpower and equipment in the thirteenth black expedition, and the defense force left behind in Galmyk is not sufficient, I am not sure if we can effectively resist the enemy's invasion, especially, it is"

"Especially after I've drained a lot of resources because of this ritual?" The man tried to ask, his voice indifferent.

O'Sullivan did not answer, and admitted this in a wordless disguise.

"I know you are troubled by the task that the dark gods have given you, and you have been very conscientious, but as I said before, it is our primary duty to fulfill their wishes, and now they are desperate for the young man...... Or make him disappear completely. ”

The man named Erebus opened his eyes and slowly stood up.

He looked back at the Dark Apostle, a smile on his face painted with scriptures.

"But my lord, if the enemy destroys us, we will not be able to continue to serve the gods." O'Sullivan tried to persuade, "I don't think the work of ensuring the continuation of the legion should not be neglected. ”

"Of course, this should not be overlooked, but don't forget, O'Sullivan, it is precisely because of the many bloody sacrifices that we have succeeded in turning the invincible puppet emperor into the rotten corpse on the golden throne."

Erebus said.

"In the time of the Great Expedition, I performed many glorious deeds for the dark gods, but they were so old that some thought I had fallen and only indulged in the glory of the past, and even thought that my great deeds were false, and that there were many exaggerated and untrue elements in them."

"But you see, the dark gods still favor me, favor the Bearers, just as before, they have entrusted me with their most important tasks, and I can't disappoint them, that more than anything else, can you understand?"

Erebus is like a respected life coach, using his past experience to enlighten the confused people in front of him.

It's just that his words did not bring much comfort to O'Sullivan.

Because the Dark Apostle knew that the gods would only give mortals a general direction, and many of the rest would have to be operated by the parties themselves.

Even sometimes even the true intentions of the gods need to be guessed by mortals themselves.

They weren't going to be idle enough to do something like "a psionic signal coming and asking the person to move the machine gun five centimeters to the right."

And Erebas, in order to curry favor with the dark gods, sacrificed too many of the Bearers' interests as a whole.

This is not what O'Sullivan wants to see.

For the vast majority of believers, the reason why they believe in the gods is that they want to benefit from the gods, rather than giving everything they have.

Even gods can't change the selfish nature of living beings.

(End of chapter)