The ancient hull of the Furious Storm shook slightly, and her subspace engine was making final preparations.

With the exception of some of the Warband Mechanics, who had to travel around the subspace voyage chanting and incense to appease every soul of the massive warship and ensure that they could safely carry everyone on the journey, the rest of the Order of Mars took their positions in the engine room, which was hot and noisy enough to damage a mortal's unprotected skin and hearing in a matter of minutes, and used ancient binary chants and the Mechanica's special incense and grease to appease the ancient manic spirits.

The navigators on each ship of the expeditionary fleet gathered together, preparing their forces one by one according to the program, and the equipment built into the navigator pod would twist their power into a single force, and then connect to the ship's huge subspace engine, and the third eye on their foreheads began to observe the little bit of galactic light that was emitted by the burning soul on the sacred Terra, making the last and most important guarantee for leading the fleet into subspace.

Finding a specific ship target in the vast expanse of cosmic desert usually takes a long time, and some Inquisitors or hunting squads can even take centuries to do this, but they also know that after the last supply is gone, there are no more psykers in the fleet to perform high-level divination rituals.

At the same time, the opinions of all the senior commanders have also been agreed: the coordinates obtained by the last ritual are close enough to the position of the iconic star, as long as they can enter the range of their ship's sensor scanning array, then there is a high probability that they can directly scan the ship signal that should be an unsuspecting opponent, at that time, the terminators of the first company of the Imperial Fist will take advantage of the lightning speed, use the jumper torpedo to break in, and then use teleportation to force directly into the moon-class modified barge, Destroy all possible resistance, take control of the ship, and then search for the target they want - because the target is too precious, they can't strictly risk using the powerful ship's main weapon, of course, considering that the other side may not know this, the traditional torpedo feint with the assault is quite worth using.

Therefore, making a subspace jump as accurate as possible to the last obtained coordinate can only be an inevitable choice in the race against time. So in order to bring the fleet to the target ships of their expedition, the navigators must have the courage to confront and gaze at the dangerous and disordered subspace, and endure all the pain that has occurred, and the price of a navigator for her or his luxurious life and exalted status is for such a task at this moment.

And just like that, Danat Lessander's fleet ships eventually leapt into subspace one by one, using thrusters to keep their formation in the twisting vortex and tendrils here, and trying to traverse the living nightmarish interstellar bay.

All of them endured the whispers and the pain of scratching their skulls from outside Geller's position, and all the navigators stared intently at the fragile light in the distance, the only reliable recourse on which they believed the fleet's position in a place of indefinite space, indefinite time, and incomprehensible madness on all levels of any sane being.

Fortunately, this time their prayers were heard by the God-Emperor, who mercifully sheltered them so that they could endure their suffering, until the navigators found the most suitable weak spot in the veil, where they reactivated the subspace engine, so that the curtain could be temporarily torn out a hole large enough for them to return to the mortal dimension, so that the warp and weft of space were crudely but practically connected and weaved, and the fleet began to leap out of Mandeville one after another.

Brass contemplatives with clenched fists and Aquila insignia on the panels on the bridge of the Furious Storm made subtle movements, and then began to compare their current galaxy, the positions of distant stars, and previous star maps to determine their current position and recalibrate their actual time.

The fleet assembled near the agreed assembly points and began to take stock of the situation. As soon as they came into contact with the real universe, the subspace plasma sol that began to dissolve and the half-disintegrating stream of vicious particles that dragged long and long ways on the stern of the ship were gradually expelled as the ships moved through the real galaxy, at which point they completely closed Geller's position and raised the Void Shield on all the ships, allowing the fleet to form a prescribed formation, and the sides of the ships glittered in the light of the stars of the galaxy.

"The jump is over." The captain of the Furious Storm, Philip Vian, reported to Lysander, who was standing on the bridge, and ordered the other bridge officers, "Confirm the location, we should now be near Mandeville Point in Bellakahn, six hundred and ninety thousand miles from the target." All vessels, debrief. Communications officer, to carry out network reconstruction. ”

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The results of this subspace voyage were not so satisfactory, thought to himself as he locked himself to a fixed bracket on a jumper torpedo.

This devouring unspeakable figure always seems to like to let him spend too much time inside.

Obviously, they had only spent three hours in subspace, but when they finally jumped out, a full thirty-three hours had passed in the real universe.

Thankfully, the meticulous Captain Vian spotted a target at the edge of the sensor's maximum scanning range, which was slowly navigating with a normal thruster.

Out of an abundance of caution, they once again ran an enhanced scan with an array of sensors, and the result of the scan was a standard-sized moon-class converted barge with a standard firepower configuration, and the Void Shield working properly - but it was also just a standard Void Shield, how much artillery and torpedo fire was needed for the moon-class reactor to be able to overload, and how to use the hot melt weapon on the front end of the jumper torpedo to break through its hull—Lysander could operate it with his eyes closed.

So the battle plan eventually remained the same as before, and Lysander and his Titan Demolition Terminator squad sat on the first group of jumping torpedoes.

If they succeed in setting up a landing ground, they will use their teleportation beacons, and then there should be no suspense: the most elite of the Fist of the Empire's first company of Terminators and Centurions will begin to land on the small Lunate-class ship, and every inch of territory will be held by a Fist of the Empire warrior.

This operation cannot afford to fail, and cannot fail.

Maybe if all goes well, the Titan Demolition Team will be able to clear the ship before the rest of the brothers arrive. The Destiny Steel, the name sounds familiar, and the company commander doesn't like one of the words very much.

The jumper torpedoes shook, and Lysander knew that they had been lowered into the torpedo firing compartment.

Through the eyepiece and the monitor in front of him, he could see the beautiful Lunate-class barge floating in front of the giant gas star, seemingly terrified trying to turn there, its Void Shield had been raised in time, but the grand cannons and torpedoes of the Furious Storm and the other ships were rapidly overloading it.

The Yue-class was indeed beautifully modified, and when the thrusters slammed into the glittering silver-white ship with a simple and elegant exterior unlike most Imperial ships, the company commander even felt a little regretful that he was about to have to add an ugly hole to its beautiful and smooth surface.

Of course, this idea changed immediately after he turned on the boarding hot melt, only to find that the beam of energy that should have broken through the thick metal hull was only quietly "swallowed".

Lysander's last communication was sent back to the bridge of the Furious Storm.

"Be careful! Pitfall! ”

But there was no turning back from the jumper torpedo.

It took Danat Lysander headlong into the darkness of total chaos.

Wail.

Wiping sweat, finally sent him in!

Good!

Gear up!

(End of chapter)