For the fleet group waiting in orbit, Debbit's sentence "The ship of the Emperor's son appeared out of thin air in the fleet of the Iron Hand in orbit" is not a joke, but a reality.

Even in the aftermath of the fact, it is almost impossible to trace the origin of the matter. All clues and evidence were annihilated by distorted psionic energy and artillery fire at the time of the accident and within a minute and thirty seconds immediately afterward. Subspace may record everything, but its own violent and treacherous fluctuations make the fragments of the recorded facts completely disappear into the depths of the vast ocean, and it is almost impossible to truly recall them.

As a result, no one knows that the accident originated with a technical sergeant named Ogus Capo, who belonged to the Hammond clan - or rather, a Tzeentch disciple named Bishop Zorg who belonged to the Alpha Legion.

The real Ogus Capo has died in a battle with the Dark Eldars. Or maybe he was designed by a member of the Alpha Legion called Bishop Zorg, who died in a battle that took place almost thirty years ago, and was later replaced by the latter.

There is no need to talk about old things. Playing as a Techno in a warband, especially in a warband like the Iron Hand, is obviously a challenge for anyone. But Bishop Zorg succeeded. His instinctive thirst for knowledge kept him from showing the slightest hint in this demanding position, and he successfully avoided the suspicions of many of his fellow warbands about his genes, memory, psionic abilities, mechanical enhancements, and tool habits. In the intervening thirty years or so, he had completely infiltrated himself into the Hammonks, and no one really doubted him.

And an unsuspecting technical sergeant in the clan properly inspects the operation of the battle barge, so it is quite normal to move around the ship, no matter how you look at it.

Especially at the juncture where the father of genes has returned. No one in the Iron Hand warband said it clearly, but it was clear that no one wanted something to suddenly go wrong at a time like this.

Speaking of Ferus Manus's "return", the occurrence of this "accident", which was obviously not planned by all, is also the reason why Bishop Zorg is so anxious at the moment. He didn't show that anxiety to the outside world, but he did rush to reach out to some of his colleagues — he meant the Alpha Legion.

This incident did cause a stir in the Iron Hand Warband and the extent that its influence could radiate. In the Medusa Star Region, and even a small half of the Hazy Star Field, and a small part of the Taiping Star Field, similar messages began to be transmitted in the nearly month after the return of the original body. Indeed, countless troops on the expedition chose to return as a result, and countless ships from the sub-regiments rushed to Medusa as a result. But the galaxy is huge, and it's only a small part of the empire after all.

Just as it took more than a hundred years for Killman's unyielding expedition to barely stabilize the empire's territory after the Great Rift unfolded, the blockbuster news of "Ferus Manus's resurrection" will need at least five years and ten years to spread throughout the empire, even in the smoothest predictions.

But time waits for no one. Especially for someone like Bishop Zorg, who is in the middle of a "big plan", this heavy information that is not part of any prediction is likely to have an uncertain impact on all aspects of the plan. He had to get in touch with the other "companions" he was working on to achieve the same goal, make sure they were all aware of the news immediately, and start discussing a plan to keep the plan going.

From this point of view, he may not be a qualified Tzeentch, but he did receive some gifts from the Lord of Change due to various circumstances. Bishop was not a psyker himself, as evidenced by the fact that he could even play the role of a veteran technical sergeant in the Iron Hand Warband without hindrance or suspicion, and even in his pursuit of knowledge, his fields of expertise leaned more towards the physical and mechanical. Psionic abilities were an aspect of his talent that prevented him from penetrating the door, but after falling under Tzeentch, he began to realize that psionic potential was not necessarily required to use a certain form of sorcery.

Proper sacrifice, combined with the gifts of the gods, can also allow the ungifted to harness this occult power.

Bishop knew about such a spell. It was a reward he received from a Demon Lord of Change, after successfully embedding the Iron Hand Warband as a Techno Sergeant, and after guiding the Hammonk's Clan to the direction the Lord of Change wanted to see nine times without a trace. It is a spell used to communicate with a specific person far away from the sky, a more effective communication tool that can be delivered more quickly and directly than long-distance astral communications, and is not easily intercepted by others. The scroll given by the Lord of Changelings also intimately marked the technical points of "how to arrange the altar, what symbols to draw, how to choose sacrifices, and how to sacrifice", as long as all the steps are strictly followed, even an unqualified person like Bishop can successfully cast this spell and deliver the desired message to the designated object.

It is impossible for a technical sergeant of the Iron Hand to be unskilled at adhering to strict engineering standards, and this is no different for Bishop, who is disguised as a technical sergeant. As a result, he never encountered any difficulty in exercising this spell other than "how to collect the sacrifices reasonably".

Fortunately, during this voyage, because the best of the mortal servants under the command of the various clans in the warband were transferred to serve the Iron Fist, which set sail for the first time in 10,000 years, the management of the mortal servants in the vast majority of the ships in the escort fleet was in a subtle but tacit state of chaos: there were too many novices, and some of the "unqualified" members would be "naturally eliminated" in the course of this voyage, leaving only those who were better.

This higher rate of depreciation than in the past gave Bishop an opportunity for the sacrificial rites. He secretly set up an altar in his own hangar on the ship, and quickly "gathered" ninety-nine sacrifices as he sailed. Even if the current management is still in a state of disarray, the disappearance of mortal servants on this scale will still attract the attention of the warband brothers - fortunately, the management of the servants on this ship is the responsibility of the technical sergeant, who only needs to properly falsify the files so that the servants are gradually "worn out" "in the archives" with an unobtrusive frequency.

After Bishop got his hands on the spell, he had managed to get it to run eight times using a similar ritual, and each time it was just as stable. This gave the unqualified Tzeentch some unsuitable confidence: it would be the ninth, and nine was the holy number of the Lord of All Changes. It is likely that the Great Being will cast his eyes on this during the course of this ceremony, and everything will go smoothly after that.

In hindsight, the Lord of Change did cast the gaze as Bishop had hoped—but apparently, not the kind of "gaze" that the Alpha Legionman had hoped.

His ritual was set in motion with extraordinary smoothness, and the mighty waves of the subspace unfolded before him in a way that barely made even the unqualified fool understand. The life force of the sacrifice is being smoothly extracted to maintain the small rift that leads to the vast ocean. During this time, Bishop began to encode the message he wanted to send using some of the psionic components hidden in his backpack - but at this point, he sensed something was wrong.

Even those who were as obtuse as he was with the art of psionic energy began to feel that the manifestation of this spell was different from the previous eight times: the subspace rift in front of him, which should have remained unobtrusive in size, was expanding.

He didn't have time to think more carefully. For a person with no psionic qualifications, everything has been over since the moment Bishop discovered that the spell itself was "wrong". He didn't understand what the hell was going on, and before he even had time to feel the "panic" emotion, his soul had already been grasped by the laughing Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Transformations who had given him this spell ritual nine years earlier, and had endured countless torments in the endless aura of the vast ocean. His real-world shell collapsed with a bang, and the flesh and mechanical components on it were distorted and fused into the structure of the ship itself, along with the wailing, painful, tortured, but barely dead sacrifices around him, under the influence of psionic energy that seeped through the expanding subspace rift.

This is not the end, the rift is still widening, the ship's own orniths are beginning to sound early warnings, and the think tanks stationed in it sense the source of the change - but it is too late.

The Hammond Clan's battleship, starting with the technical sergeant's hangar, was quickly swallowed into the subspace - or rather, something was spit out of the ship's hangar.

The curtain broke where it shouldn't have been, and the accident happened as a result. It seems difficult for others to understand, completely inconsistent with the laws of physics, or even psionic laws, a ship painted with a large number of profane symbols, decorated with countless "avant-garde art", and many parts inexplicably show a soft and delicate biomass character, which should have run aground as a scrap ship in normal logic, but can still operate in the void, smashed into the depths of the fleet "out of thin air" under the premise that the divination instruments of the Iron Hand fleet did not react - even, It was "superimposed" with a ship belonging to a war group that was originally moored in that position, and fused together in physical coordinates.

The unbridled laughter of the Lord of Change came from the depths of the subspace, and the murmur of the Lord of Pleasure was attached to it. In this sense, under the common expectation of the two gods who had been embarrassed until now, the vast ocean, which had been too calm until now, began to surge.

This may be the first ship of the Emperor's Son to appear in the real universe around here, but it is definitely not the last.

It's clear that a storm is coming.

Miwoo (six o'clock)

(End of chapter)