Chapter 66 The End of the Age: Entering the Storm

The turbine engine hung low and slid off the dismantled skirt. The recessed turbofan nozzles were removed by several ground crew members. The ground crew members wearing orange vests handed it over to the waiting servitors. After these processes The soulless servitor, whose strength and endurance far exceeded those of normal humans, carried the turbofan away.

Under the jet array at the end of the fighter plane, two priests of the Mechanicus were holding incense burners and chanting the ancient Mechanicum hymn in Gothic. Words that were difficult for ordinary people to understand were uttered weirdly by the electronic voice, which made It sounded more like distorted electronic music.

On the other side, another priest was directing the servitors to complete the disassembly of the overloaded and damaged engine. The servitors worked efficiently, dismantling and uninstalling the nuts and bayonet, gradually exposing the complex turbofan engine body. Under the lights of the hangar.

Omega stood in front of the Thunder Eagle. The servo skull suspended beside him fired scanning beams from its eyes. Green stripes of light slid across the Thunder Eagle's fuselage and wings at different levels.

Omega turned his head slightly and glanced at the servo skull next to him. The suspended golden mechanical skull turned towards Omega. The complex data flow slid across the surface of the right mechanical eye of the servo skull, and its data information was transmitted to Omega's processor almost instantly. , he turned his head and watched Thunder Eagle quickly complete the reading and analysis.

"The Thunderhawk was seriously damaged and the machine spirit was irritable and restless. I'm surprised that you were able to drive it back." Omega said without emotion, but from the same sentence, Vito seemed to be able to detect a hint of it. A trace of displeasure.

The inquisitor standing aside smiled and rubbed his nose. He looked at the Thunder Eagle undergoing repairs in front of him. It was indeed a miracle. After they escaped from the planet's atmosphere, the fighter plane had shut down, but then suddenly turned on again. I did it once, and it completely fell silent after I drove it back.

Maybe the machine soul wants to find a comfortable place to pass out? Oh, then they enjoy life much more than these oil guys.

"Can you fix it?" Vito said with a joking smile. Omega didn't look at him. The layered snake-like mechanical arms under the red robe were squirming and bending around, as if there were really countless iron snakes surrounding Omega. of.

He walked up to the Thunder Eagle and stretched out his hand to touch the nose of the fighter plane. His iron hand gently brushed across the blue steel surface, as if he were gently stroking a sleeping woman.

"I can, but next time, please protect her." Omega said without looking back, while Vito nodded with a bright smile, "Of course, of course, Ohm Messiah is the witness."

As he spoke, dull rumbling sounds came from several directions in the hangar. Vito looked at the source of the sound. The heavy sealed hatch outside the air wall was slowly sliding down, and the Imperial Sky Eagle logo followed. It gradually appeared as the hatch slid down.

"We are about to enter subspace." Omega said and had already started maintenance work. Cutting and welding guns popped out of his robotic arm, as well as rotating screwdrivers. The priest had already entered his working state and took over the ground crew. their work.

Vito watched the airtight hatches slide down one by one. The thick hatch at the far end that slid down first had been connected to a sealing bolt. Vacuum gas was sprayed out from the surrounding gaps. A complex mechanical and hydraulic structure was installed around the gate. It works until the mechanical iron locks completely lock the valve.

Vito looked at the nearest hatch. The gray-black iron door slowly lowered, and the bright starlight outside disappeared one by one. Everything was blocked until the door fell completely, completely closing the ship to the inside. Completely separated from the outside.

"Come on, I'm leaving first." Vito said, waving his hand and walking towards the busy arched entrance of the hangar. Omega glanced at Vito and continued to work intensively.

Under the illumination of the hangar lights, the cutting gun sprayed out a sea of ​​sparks that shone like stars.

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Vito returned to his cabin, and the Inquisitor took down the bolt gun and chain sword. He threw the heavy weapon belt casually on the round coffee table.

He walked from the big bed to the classical-style desk. The inquisitor brushed his fingers over the surface of the black walnut wood desk. There was a stack of scrolls and documents placed on the dark desk. Vito casually picked up a Let’s take a look at the title of this book.

Written on the old brown-red page was the line "The Great Expedition and Poetry" written by Calkas on the 13th Expedition Fleet.

Vito sighed and put it back on the table. He remembered that this kid had a good relationship with Loken. Gavir had always admired him and even mentioned him to Togaton and himself. He was brave. A poet who was industrious, tireless, and above all honest, and he died of honesty.

"Gavel Togaton." Vito sighed and sat on the chair next to the desk. He still remembered his voice, the young Captain of the Tenth Company of the Luna Wolves.

He has always liked both of them throughout the 13th Expedition Fleet. Togaton is humorous and straightforward, always speaking his mind and treating his friends sincerely, while Loken is always loyal to friendship, implements his own beliefs, and never wavers.

"Istvan." When Vito said these words, it was as painful as a knife. He was not in Istvan, but he could imagine that scene, that desperate and heart-wrenching scene.

Vito took out the crescent-shaped communicator from his arms, with green crystals inlaid on its surface. Vito opened the locked desk drawer and threw it in.

He looked at another thing in the drawer. It was a small ring. It was so exquisite that it didn't look like it was made by a mortal craftsman. It was full of the craftsmanship style of the Eldar. It was delicate and beautiful, as if it was made of stars.

In the core of the half moon surrounded by stars was a gem, a purple-red clean gem. The pure crystal was like the most beautiful and purest object in the world. There was no trace of cutting on the smooth surface, as if a drop of blood had fallen naturally and condensed.

And this was right in a sense, because this was a gift from Lilith, and she did make it with her own blood.

She said it was a drop of blood taken from her heart. Although Vito didn't know whether demons had hearts, weren't they energy bodies? But at least she said so. The original words were "giving myself pure emotions and love"

Vito sighed helplessly and gently brushed the gem with his fingers. The gem was smooth and delicate, just like a woman's skin.

He raised his head and looked at the closed starry sky floor-to-ceiling window beside him. The solid armor layer outside had fallen, and the entire warship was completely closed off from the outside world, both physically and sensory, because they were about to enter the subspace.

Vito could sense the subspace channel opened outside, and powerful chaotic energy was spraying into the physical universe from the cracks. Lightning was bombarding the armor layer of the warship and jumping continuously. The protective shield of the Geller Stand was still fully opened, isolating the terrible evil energy of the subspace from the ship.

This is necessary. When a warship passes through the soul sea of ​​the subspace, only the opening of the Geller Stand can protect them in it, shielding and covering up the soul light of mortals, especially the astropaths on the ship, to avoid being discovered by the demons and monsters lurking in the subspace.

They will hide in the shadows through the subspace and hide in the corners of the demons' vision.

Most people are afraid of everything in the Warp. Even a mortal can go crazy just by looking at the Warp. The chaotic and crazy storms in the Warp are enough to drive any untrained ordinary person crazy. Therefore, every time they cross, they will block all places that can interact with the outside world, including the large French windows in Vito's room.

He smiled sarcastically. Everyone is afraid to avoid the Warp, but now he has to enter the Warp. He doesn't know what to say.

Vito put the ring on the ring finger of his right hand. The ring fits perfectly on the contour of the finger. The touch is as comfortable as a gentle hand stroking Vito's fingers.

He leaned back in the chair and slowly closed his eyes. His soul sank into the ocean. The sea water of the Soul Sea rose from both sides of his cheeks and gradually immersed him completely in it. When the sea water slid over the top of his cheek, he completely fell into the cold sea water of the Soul Sea.

He fell slowly, all feelings and emotions disappeared, and everything returned to silence.

Until a pair of hands hugged Vito's chest from behind, and the slender hands intersected on his chest, and the strange feeling came to his mind.

People generally call it memory.