If you ask what is most important in today's empire, the answer is undoubtedly the Star Torch.

As an oversized psionic lighthouse, it is only under its illumination that navigators can navigate the chaotic subspace and guide ships on interstellar voyages, all of which depend on effective communication between colonies.

Wherever the torch shines, it is the territory of the Empire.

This is also the limit of the Empire's ability to effectively rule, and the status of the human galaxy hegemon is established.

And those places where the light of the star torch does not shine are called the Dark Outlands.

No one knows the details of the Outlands, and lost is a word that comes up a lot there.

Coupled with the long distance, the benefits are limited.

As a result, the Terra hierarchy is indifferent to the Dark Outlands, and the threat from within the Empire alone is enough of a headache for them.

But now that Cadia has fallen, the Great Rift has opened, and the Empire has been forced to split in two, and the Torch cannot reach the dark side of the Empire, making it a place similar to the Dark Outlands.

And under the crazy spread of subspace power, the number of mutants, psionics, and various evil spirits has risen dramatically, making the dark side of the empire even more terrifying than the dark outlands.

While Abaddon is leading his thirteenth Black Expedition to stir up trouble on the dark side of the Empire, using the Great Rift in a vain attempt to trap Holy Terra in isolation, Killiman is leading the Indomitable Expeditionary Fleet to kill them, vowing to overthrow all the lackeys of Chaos.

There are also many xenomorphs such as Greenskin, Bugs, Aydarns, the Wotan Alliance, and Space Necrons.

Don't think about it, the situation inside must be a mess.

The development of the Unyielding Expedition naturally required a large amount of supplies, and the cost of maintaining such a large fleet was undoubtedly astronomical.

With the situation of a mess in the dark side of the empire, it is definitely not feasible to solve the supply problem on the spot, so people can only send resources from the imperial holy frontier to the front line.

This is not an easy task.

The Great Rift was like a thrilling torrent, stretching from the Eye of Fear to the northwest through the Silver Heart and to the southeast, completely across the two regions.

There are only a handful of corridors that ships can safely cross, like suspension bridges erected over an abyss.

The supply line is the lifeline of the army, and anyone with a little military common sense knows this, and the enemy naturally knows it very well.

As a result, those corridors and the surrounding areas became the focus of the rebels.

While the Empire will send elite troops to protect these supply routes, there are always risks.

At this moment, the leader of the Minotaur Warband, Astrion Moroch, was sitting in the middle of his labyrinthine bridge, carefully assessing the situation in front of him.

He was tall and burly, wearing a set of ancient and sophisticated power armor, as if he were in the world.

A black spear converted from a Praetorian weapon stood not far to his right, and to his left was a heraldic storm shield.

This legendary warlord has a lot of secrets about him.

According to official records of the Empire, he has been in a desperate state of death eight times in the last 500 years, but he is still alive today.

This has led some to believe that "Astrion Moroch" is really just a title, and that the people inside the Terminator Armor have actually changed many times.

On the basis of this rumor, it further extended the outrageous rumor that "each generation of new war leaders of the Minotaur has been instilled into the memories and personalities of the previous war leaders using forbidden methods, which is why he is so powerful that he cannot die".

Rumors that cannot be verified aside, and who have successfully returned from impossible feats again and again, the man named Astrion Morlock is truly worthy of reverence.

Matching the perverted strength of the war group leader is the combat effectiveness of the Minotaur warband.

The war group is rich in materials, sufficient personnel, fully equipped, and full of strength all year round, and it is definitely the elite of the elite.

Rumor has it that the Minotaurs were able to receive this privilege because they had a special offer for thugs from the Terra High Lords, who were dedicated to teaching disobedient Space Marines, and the origin of their genetic seeds was so secret that even the Inquisition could not find out.

However, after the revival of Killiman and the change of political power of the Council of Lords of Terragao, these time-savvy minotaurs finally chose to swear allegiance to the regent.

They are in charge of this supply escort.

The Minotaur Warband has recovered from the battle against the Space Necrons and is ready to return to the Unyielding Crusade.

War-related matters are always urgent, and Moloch must safely escort these things to the original body as soon as possible.

How exactly it should be operated has become something he needs to decide carefully.

The northernmost passage near the Eye of Fear, the Nakmund Corridor, is so important that many forces are converging there to conduct a big mess, and even the leader of the traitors, Chaos Warlord Abaddon is said to have personally descended on the alert star.

It is apparently impassable for the time being.

There is also a temporary passage in the east, the stability is slightly worse, and it is barely able to walk, but the location is too far away, not to mention the delay time, along the way there are poor mountains and bad waters, I don't know how many cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods will stare at him This fragrant bait, so that people can't guard against it.

If you choose to go there, there is a high probability that you will be eaten and wiped clean on the way.

In this way, it seems that there is only one choice before Moroch - to force his way through the Great Rift from the middle.

This is also a regular choice that many Imperial forces trying to cross the Great Rift will make.

The tide of subspace is turbulent, but it is not completely impassable, and the strong-willed and resolute who are blessed by the emperor will be able to overcome any difficulties and obstacles.

Although this may result in the loss of a lot of supply ships, who can guarantee 100% of the current situation?

"The entire fleet is ready, Lord Astrion Moroch, just waiting for your orders."

The adjutant on the side reported the situation to the commander of the war regiment.

Hundreds of Imperial warships of various shapes were suspended in the deep darkness of the cosmic space, and in front of them was a wave of psionic energy like a wall.

The strange energy that poured out of the rift was constantly infecting the material world, looking colorful and chaotic, like countless evil tentacles, trying to drag them into the infernal hell.

But the Minotaur had nothing to fear.

After careful calculations, they had locked on a place where the subspace tide was relatively peaceful as a river crossing point in advance, and the nearby area had been cleared by the Indomitable Expeditionary Fleet, so the probability of being attacked was low.

If you decisively take out 20% of the ships as consumables and place them on the side to specifically resist the subspace energy flow when crossing the river, then the remaining 80% of the troops will have a great chance of passing through the rift safely.

For such a sacrifice that was about to come, Moloch only nodded slightly: "Go in." ”

Then, one after another, the Imperial warships began to take Geller's position.

They didn't even need to start the subspace engine, but slowly activated the conventional power system, and the battleship entered the Supreme Heaven from the rift in front of them according to the predetermined array.

As soon as she entered the Great Breach, the Minotaur flagship Daedalus Bearer trembled violently from the impact of the psionic wave.

Strange sounds began to ring in my ears, and lost demons appeared all over the ship.

The crew will mysteriously disappear, one second in the hallway, the next in the warehouse.

The bizarre nature of subspace constantly challenges people's normal perceptions.

But none of this is a problem.

The ship's communication channel played hymns in praise of the emperor, calming the minds of the crew.

Ignoring the seductive voices, the soldiers patrolled the cabin repeatedly, quickly clearing out the intruders.

As long as they were able to get through the rift before Geller's position was overloaded, they would be unharmed.

At the same time, however, on the other side of the Great Rift, the traitors who had taken refuge in Chaos had already taken their positions.

They were informed of the movement of the supply troops in advance, and coveted the abundant supplies of the Unyielding Expedition.

This wave of birth plans bet by the minotaurs is bound to be won.

(End of chapter)