Danat Lysander walked in the passage of the ships of the expeditionary fleet.

His motto banner and iron aura stood behind his head, the Fright of the Empire crest on his shoulder armor reflected a dim glow in the light, and his helmet hung from the magnetic lock around his waist.

Beside him was his lieutenant, and since the commander of the company had decided to temporarily abandon the battle of complete destruction against their nemesis, the Iron Warrior Fortress, and turned his attention to other matters, the fleet from the Mountain Formation over Terra had begun to sail into the confines of the Obscure Star Field.

Here, the journey of the Imperial Fists fleet is somewhat hampered, and as the fleet's direction of travel continues to change and the distance shortens, every subspace jump in and out means that their navigators are constantly being devoured by madness.

There are all sorts of sources of contamination that cause madness and mutation, and the Fleet's Priest Brothers claimed in a top-secret report that they had never seen such a variety of Chaos Pollution appear in one place at the same time, irregularly, and even "cured" in part.

A new report detailing the anomaly that has occurred here has been swiftly transmitted back to the mountain formations and Terra via a dedicated line.

In fact, for weeks, they had to use normal engines and normal interstellar routes to make slow sails through the void in order to be able to maintain the last subspace voyage insurance until the next replenishment.

Due to the massive, swift and decisive executions, the contamination was kept under control before it spread, but this ultimately led to a severe shortage of fleet navigators and astral whisperers, while the Fist of the Empire's Think Tank Combat Brothers were more adept at earth-shaking and attacking psionic manipulations, and had a bit of a knack for navigation and star language.

It was for this purpose that Lysander went to the Star Whispering Tower to listen to the report.

They passed through one by one airtight doors made of brass and terracotta, each bearing the massive infeat of arms of the Fist of the Empire.

Simple, eye-catching, and imbued with inner power, it reminds the Space Marines of the Fist of the Empire that they will be thrown into battle as a symbol of the Emperor's wrath at any moment of need, and crush any foe who dares to stand in their way.

The Star Choir Chief, Kyle Sasi, and Karowa, from the Terra Navigator family, were waiting in the vestibule of the Star Tower for the arrival of a company commander.

The navigator's third eye was well covered, and he looked struggling to remain solemn and a little frightened, while the bald choir leader looked unusually pale, emaciated, and neurotic: he was clearly overdrawing his life in order to complete the astral communication under the pressure of the constant loss of manpower.

Lysander frowned.

"What's new?" "I hope there's some slightly more encouraging good news today," he said. Two people. ”

Karois glanced at Kylesasi, who suddenly began to mumble to himself, and decided that he would speak on his own.

"Yes." The navigator greeted the company commander, "We, actually, are choirs, but I also received a message at the same time. ”

"What's the message? How can you be sure it's not a trap or a source of pollution? The company commander's hand was already on the handle of his weapon, "Karowa, I don't doubt your loyalty, but it sounds very suspicious. ”

"It's a very broken fragment of thought, my lord." The navigator swallowed, his Adam's apple sliding over his taut and emaciated neck, "It feels like some very powerful consciousness was inadvertently left behind as it passed through the shallow depths of subspace, it has no purpose, and every capable star whisperer who happens to pass through this 'point' can hear it." There are no sentences in it, just a few words that are about to dissipate, and what might normally be considered a meaningless phrase from a distant frontier would not normally make a difference, but we agreed that we should show you this time. ”

A series of long, light-colored eyebrows furrowed.

"You mean?"

"This dissipating fragment is'...... Petura ...... Catch...... Rogge ...... Compel...... Allegiance ......'"

The flame of hatred that ignited in the eyes of the Fist of the Empire caused the navigator facing the pressure of the legendary Space Marine's hatred to take two steps back in fear.

The Chief Starwhisperer screamed.

"He's watching! He's watching! He's laughing! His madness! Everyone's madness! ”

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Destiny Steel

Hall of Omens

Under Chanto's muttering and Dassadera's inexplicable gaze.

The subspace frost brought by the ever-changing phantoms of birds covered the ground of the entire circle area, but on the other hand, rootless flames and fox fires bloomed like flowers on the white prairie in every impossible place.

The large, multicolored black bird hovered there, its head slightly drooping, aimed at the object of the ritual, just as it was about to - suddenly a golden light struck him from the energy source, and all kinds of colors and lights constantly changed, devoured, and flashed on its surface—sacred and filthy, solemn and profane.

The giant bird attacked itself, its sharp beak wide open, sending out terrifying screaming shockwaves and more psionic lightning with various chaotic energies - the security measures in the Hall of Omen were activated and activated, and the same colorful shields and spells did a good job of protecting the onlookers and allowing them to hold their posts.

"The blood of steel is on top!" Shanto shouted again, "We are really completely unaffected by it!" - Dasada! We are protected by the protective measures set by our father! The war blacksmith gestured excitedly, the long, curly end of the quill brushing across the surface of his silver-gray armor.

"We are protected! On the Iron Blood! Dasada! I don't need to do anything! Just watch here and finish the work he gave me under the patronage of the Father of Genes! ”

"I know this fact, because I am right next to you, Shanto, can you please not scream like a court maid who has been accused of whiteness? Calm and decent, you are a war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors. The time spent hanging out with the Emperor's Son had obviously made your habits worse. ”

"The metaphor you're using here is really weird, Dasada, but thanks for the reminder, I'll take care to restrain my mood and performance."

"Thanks, Shanto, or I'd be happy to use this axe to help you shut down."

While the Iron Warriors had a brief conversation, the situation on the other side of the circle took a new turn.

Julius—the "Silver Skull"—the literally Iron Warrior Legion's Think Tank, Acting Priest—was wrapped in golden flames, golden halos and winged shadows appeared behind him, and the surging blue psionic energy of the young think tank itself was wrapped in golden flames, twisted into purer energy and surging towards Chiko in the air.

The multicolored giant bird let out a loud wild laugh, flapped its wings with colorful black flames, and rushed towards the cultivation chamber—

Golden flames caught up with him from the tip of the tail feathers, and in an instant swept through the body of the great phantom—

Like a huge wave crashing into a reef, in an instant, the vision dissipated without a trace.

The embers fell to the ground and turned to snow-white ash.

The golden eyes opened.

Wail......

Turned to ashes

The social networking that comes out of the weekend is truly exhausting

Also, does anyone want to see Dantiok but in between chapters?

I'll take a look at the statistics in the book circle

(End of chapter)