Chapter 66 Turned Into Snow-White Ash

Danat Lysander walked in the passage of the expeditionary fleet.

His motto banner and iron halo stood behind his head, the Imperial Fists emblem on his shoulder armor reflected a dim light under the light, and his helmet was hung on the magnetic lock at his waist.

Walking beside him was his adjutant. Since the captain of the first company decided to temporarily give up the battles of complete destruction against their mortal enemy, the Iron Warrior Fortress, and shifted his attention to other matters, the fleet departing from the Phalanx over Terra has begun to sail into the range of the Nebulous Segmentum.

Here, the journey of the Imperial Fists fleet was somewhat hindered. As the fleet's sailing direction continued to change and the distance shortened, every warp jump in and out meant that their navigators were constantly being devoured by madness.

The sources of pollution that caused madness and mutation were various. In a top-secret report, the fleet's priest brothers claimed that they had never seen such a variety of chaos pollution appearing in one place at the same time, without any regularity, and even some of them seemed to be "healed".

A new report detailing the abnormal situation here has been quickly transmitted back to the mountain array and Terra through a dedicated line.

In fact, for several weeks, in order to maintain the last insurance of warp navigation before the next replenishment, they had to use ordinary engines and ordinary interstellar routes to sail slowly in the void.

Due to a large number of quick and decisive executions, the pollution was strictly controlled before it spread, but this eventually led to a serious shortage of fleet navigators and astropaths. The Imperial Fists' think tank battle brothers are more adept at psychic manipulation of the ground and attack, and their understanding of navigation and astropathic is a bit difficult to do without rice.

Lysander went to the Astropathic Tower to listen to the report for this purpose.

They passed through the airtight doors made of brass and ceramic steel one by one, each of which was printed with a huge emblem of the Imperial Fists.

Simple, eye-catching and full of inner power, reminding the Imperial Fists Space Marines that they will be thrown into the battlefield as the symbol of the Emperor's anger at any time, and crush any enemy who dares to stand in their way.

The chief of the Astropathic Choir, Kelsasi, and Karova from the Terran Navigator Family were waiting for the arrival of the captain of the first company in the lobby of the Astropathic Tower.

The Navigator's third eye was well covered. He looked as if he was trying to remain dignified and a little scared, while the bald chief of the choir looked extremely pale, thin and nervous: in order to complete the Astropathic communication under the pressure of the continuous loss of manpower, he was obviously overdrawing his life.

Lysander frowned.

"What's new?" He said, "I hope there will be some slightly encouraging good news today. Both of you."

Karova glanced at Kelsasi who suddenly began to mutter to himself, and decided to speak for himself.

"Yes." The navigator greeted the captain of the first company. "We are actually the choir, but I also received a message at the same time."

"What message? How do you know it is not a trap or a source of pollution?" The captain's hand was already on the handle of his weapon. "Karov, I don't doubt your loyalty, but this sounds very suspicious."

"It's a very broken fragment of thought, sir." The navigator swallowed, and his Adam's apple slid across his tight and thin neck. "It feels like a very powerful consciousness accidentally left behind when it passed through the shallow layer of the subspace. It is not targeted, and every capable astropath who happens to pass this 'point' can hear it. There are no sentences in it, just a few words that are about to dissipate. Under normal circumstances, they may only be regarded as meaningless words from a distant frontier, and usually they will not cause any impact, but considering this time, we all agree that we should show it to you."

The captain of the first company frowned with light eyebrows.

"You mean?"

"This fragment that is dissipating is '...Petula...capture...Rogge...force...to pledge allegiance...'"

The blazing flames of hatred burning in the eyes of the Imperial Fists made the navigator, who was facing the pressure of the hatred of the legendary Space Marines, take two steps back in fear.

The Chief Astropath screamed.

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

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Destiny Steel

Omen Hall

Under Shanto's muttering and Dassadra's inexplicable gaze.

The warp frost brought by the ever-changing bird phantoms covered the ground of the entire magic circle area, but on the other hand, the rootless flames and foxfires bloomed in every impossible place like flowers on the white grassland.

The colorful black bird was suspended there, its head drooped slightly, aiming at the target of the ritual, and was about to-suddenly a golden light hit him from the energy source, and various colors and lights kept changing, swallowing, and flashing on its surface-holy and filthy, solemn and blasphemous.

The giant bird attacked itself, opening its sharp beak wide, emitting terrifying screaming shock waves and more psychic lightning with various chaotic energies - the safety protection measures of the Hall of Omens were activated and started, and the same colorful shields and spells protected the onlookers well, allowing them to stick to their posts.

"Blood of Iron!" Shanto yelled again, "We are totally unaffected by it! - Dassadra! We are protected by the protective measures set up by our father!" The war blacksmith gestured excitedly, and the long curly end of the feather pen scratched across the surface of his silver-gray armor.

"We are protected! On the Iron Blood! Dassadra! I don't need to do anything! I just need to watch here and complete the work assigned to me by the Father of Genes under his protection!"

"I know this fact because I am right next to you, Shanto, can you please not scream like a court maid who has been confessed? Be calm and decent, you are a war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors. The time you spent with the Emperor's Children obviously made your habits worse."

"The metaphor you use here is really strange, Dassadra, but thank you for reminding me, I will pay attention to controlling my mood and performance."

"Thank you, Shanto, otherwise I would be happy to use this axe to help you shut up."

Just as the Iron Warriors had a brief conversation, the situation on the other side of the magic circle changed again.

Julius - "Silver Skull" - the de facto think tank and acting priest of the Iron Warriors Legion - had his power armor wrapped in golden flames. A golden halo and a shadow of wings appeared behind him. The young think tank's own surging blue psychic power was wrapped in golden flames, twisted into a purer energy and rushed towards the Thousand Sons in the air.

The colorful giant bird laughed wildly, flapped its wings with colorful black flames, and rushed towards the incubator -

The golden flames caught up with Him from the tip of its tail feathers, and swept the whole body of this huge phantom in an instant -

Like a huge wave hitting a reef, the vision disappeared in an instant.

The remaining fire fell to the ground and turned into snow-white ash.

The golden eyes opened.

Quack...

It has turned to ash

The social interaction generated on the weekend is really exhausting

Also, does anyone want to read Dantioch but the interlude?

I'll count it in the book friend circle