Chapter 347 The Other Side

"I don't think this is funny!"

On the Endless Jihad, which had undergone some emergency mobilization, on the eve of the fleet's departure, Calvin looked at the report on liquid metal in his hand and said.

The mechanical priest in front of him wanted to say something more, but Calvin had no time.

On the porthole more than ten meters high on the bridge, thick adamantium armor was slowly lowering. In the remaining field of vision behind the thick bulletproof glass, the gap torn apart in the real universe in front of the huge fleet was already vaguely visible.

Retracting his vision from the porthole, Calvin turned to look at the Mechanic Priest in front of him:

"Schedule the experimental plan later, we are about to enter the subspace navigation state.

During this period, all experimental plans are suspended, and I don’t want you to create any new ‘surprises’ for me at this point in time…”

"But...your will!"

The Mechanicus Priest finally chose to obey, then bowed slightly in greeting and stepped back.

Calvin watched the former leave until all the light from the portholes behind him disappeared, and the dome of the bridge was covered by the ship's own lighting.

Woo...woo...woo!

A huge siren sounded throughout this eight-kilometer-long space city, and yellow and red lights alternately lit up in countless corridors and cabins.

Inside the huge battleship, the Gray Knights began to patrol around the interior of the battleship.

Battleship members other than the Gray Knight headquarters are strictly divided into three groups: on duty, on duty, and dormant.

Except for the first group, which is allowed to move around the ship, the latter two can only appear in their own cabins.

In the engine room in the second half of the battleship, the mechanical priest was holding a solemn awakening ceremony for the machine god.

The sacred bell was rung three times with prayers and incense. The Geller position generators throughout the battleship also woke up from their dormancy and extended a protective embrace to the entire battleship.

boom!

The unspeakable sound rang in the ears of every member of the fleet, making mortals dizzy;

The humans in each cabin were temporarily incapacitated, and the battleship continued to move forward under the inertia of the Meditator's command.

Until the fleet reaches the gap where reality is torn apart, the human fleet, as small as an insect from a distant perspective, disappears into the huge energy portal in the next second...

Buzz…

A brief and sharp tinnitus appeared in Calvin's mind. No matter how many warp voyages he participated in, this feeling of weightlessness made him unhappy.

The huge pure energy environment oppressed his will, instinctively making him move closer to his subspace entity;

However, his powerful body, as his anchor to reality, is firmly controlling his will, allowing him to stay stably in reality.

In the psychic field of vision, the subspace entrance in front is surrounded by all kinds of strange creatures. The connection with the reality portal makes the projection of the soul more obvious, and also makes these demons who smell the smell even more excited...

The second before the battleship enters the subspace is also the second before Geller's stance covers the battleship.

"Killing! Endless killing!"

"Let go of your heart and embrace the ocean of desire..."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Only truth knows eternity..."

Maybe he noticed the smell of fresh souls, and the creatures in the subspace couldn't wait to appear in the ears of every psyker with greedy and crazy whispers.

"Impatient!" Calvin whispered, and a moonlight flashed through the psychic projection...

The low humming throughout the battleship stopped for an instant, just like a predator in the ecological chain who saw an even more terrifying existence the second before hunting.

The creatures near the subspace portal are fleeing frantically, and those unlucky ones who are too close have disappeared into the moonlight...

This is obviously not the first time this has happened, and it has long been common for psykers on battleships to do so.

Only the newly appointed Astropaths experienced it for the first time. They stopped guarding their minds with confusion on their faces, not knowing whether they should continue.

Your Majesty, this may be the shortest subspace whisper they have ever heard in their lives...

After the fleet enters the subspace, the timer inside the ship is 3 minutes.

Seeing that the self-inspection information from all parts of the battleship was summarized on the bridge, the entire ship entered a stable state during its first subspace voyage after its official launch.

Calvin signaled to Fleet Admiral Tybus in the air, then stood up from the throne at the highest point of the bridge and left.

He was walking alone in the tall corridor, and the crystal bottle he held in his hand occasionally shone with silver light under the light above his head.

Calvin was not satisfied with the progress of research on liquid metal. He decided to do some personal exploration of these unexpected gains in his own exclusive laboratory...

——

Those who are dissatisfied with their current jobs include Calvin, who is far away in Federman, and His Excellency Hornthorne, Captain of the Imperial Fists on Ophelia 7.

In the context of the failure of the naval battle in the galaxy, the local defense fleet barely caused any trouble to the enemy and died easily.

This high-ranking officer of the Imperial Fists, which is known for its defense, obviously has too many reasons to complain.

But this is not his style. Dorne's bloodline not only makes him as hard as a stone when the war comes, but also makes his mouth as silent as a stone.

“So, Father Farias, a visiting scholar from the forging world of Huangquan No. 8.

As you said, your spaceship was affected by the naval battle in the system 6 hours ago and made an emergency landing in the Sisi Province? "

In the underground fortress of the City of Grace, the capital of Ophelia, Hornthorn looked at the strange mechanical priest brought up by the guards and said with suspicion.

The latter met Hornthorn's gaze and acted quite calmly.

His mechanical prosthesis took out a data board from his back, operated it briefly a few times, and then handed it to the Astartes in front of him:

"Yes, the God of All Machines is my witness.

Soon after I was unfortunately involved in the battlefield between two convoys, a torpedo from your convoy hit my ship.

The above situations are all recorded in complete data, and you can check them one by one from the navigation log of my ship."

"...Okay."

After repeatedly checking the files on the data board, the Imperial Fist, which did not find anything unusual, handed the data back to its owner and announced the latter's next fate.

"Then, according to the Olympia Agreement, Father Farias, you are temporarily requisitioned!

The Empire is under attack by traitors. I hope you can help us with the knowledge given to you by the Emperor."

"It's my honor." The priest bowed slightly and was immediately taken away by the guards.

Hornthorne watched the priest leave for a long time and gave orders to the guards who came back to report.

"Send someone to keep an eye on him until the people of the Forge World take him away."

"Yes!"

Update, a little stuck. But after thinking about it all night, I still think that the existing text description is the optimal solution for the narrative structure within the author's ability...