Chapter 353 Dawn and Shadow

Twelve days is not a long time.

At least for an empire whose territory is so vast that it is counted in light years, in the eyes of Terra, its ruling center, the fall of a galaxy or even a star region is ultimately just a statement on a document;

Twelve days is not a short time either.

Because of the high importance attached to the state religion, at least under the administrative efficiency of the Executive Council, it has not become an inconspicuous so-and-so in the official weekly report.

The Executive Council's order was responded to very quickly, almost within 10 days of the surrounding imperial governments receiving the distress signal. The surrounding galaxies and even the neighboring star regions have received the distress signal and the rescue order from Terra at the same time.

But unfortunately, as the headquarters of the Empire's state religion and the hub of the subspace channel leading to the Solar Star Region, Ophelia 7 itself is the largest armed force in this star region.

In other words, if the two Astartes companies and the six battle sister orders exceed the power of the two disciplined orders, they are still at a disadvantage in the war. Even if we add the other scattered Astra Militarum forces in the sector, it won't improve the situation there.

They need to wait for support from outside the sector, such as the nearby Death Watch outposts, or some robed little people who pass by because of some little secrets...

But the world of Ophelia 7 is obviously not so lucky.

The Death Watch outposts around it have other important matters, and are dealing with the rebellion that has lasted for more than a century in the next sector; and in the quiet universe nearby, there are no Astartes warships that are just cruising.

And the Eye of Terror's malice towards Ophelia 7 is so deep, and the battlefield shielding they prepared for this raid is so sufficient:

Since the appearance of the Alpha Legion's fleet, the subspace waves gathered near the Ophelia system have become more and more active.

When a group of support gathered from nearby sectors arrived, these imperial forces faced the dangerous channel in the subspace leading to Ophelia.

They must risk being lost forever and ensure that there are enough navigators to sacrifice in order to keep the position of the Astronomican in the twisted waves of the Warp.

This is not to mention the issue of Geller's position.

Once the fragile bubble of "artificial reality" cannot withstand the energy pressure and shatters, the entire ship will remain in the Warp forever and become food for the demons wandering around the fleet.

What to do?

Should we take such a huge risk to carry out a support that is likely to be completely meaningless?

It should be known that among these temporarily recruited fleets, only one-third are directly under the Imperial Navy, and the local fleets under the command of the governors of various star regions are the absolute main force.

They will inevitably be tied up by their responsibilities to defend their territory and cannot hand over all the power in their hands.

The Imperial fleets gathered outside the Warp Storm fell into a dispute, and the generals of the Imperial Navy could only negotiate with the representatives of these local factions one by one to get them out of the mentality of self-preservation.

Precious time was wasted, and as the warp channel became more and more dangerous, the time window for support was being missed, and the pressure on the soldiers of the Empire became greater and greater.

And it was at this critical moment that the astropaths of the Imperial Navy sensed the arrival of a huge force in the warp.

This force was so huge that just observing a corner of it was enough to make the astropaths speechless.

All the arguments in the Imperial Fleet were meaningless, because the position of the newcomers would directly determine the ownership of this starry sky.

The astropath in the psychic perspective struggled to maintain himself until he received the signal from the astropath on the large fleet and clearly saw the cold silver light of the Unremitting Crusade at the forefront of the fleet.

"God Emperor Bless! It's our ship! It's our ship..."

The astropath, whose head was covered in blood, used his last strength to send the message before his life came to an end.

The cheers broke the stagnant air and quickly spread from the bridge to the entire fleet.

Yes, this is the fleet where Calvin is.

After an emergency mobilization, it took a full twelve days to cross the distance of nearly two star regions.

The huge force under Calvin's command, including the battleships of the Inquisition's Holy Hammer Order, the Krieg-class Astartes strike cruisers, and the Imperial Navy's escort fleet, finally appeared belatedly.

The large fleet did not stop at any time when passing through the outer perimeter of the warp storm, nor did it have the slightest intention of surfacing from the warp.

In the perception of the astropaths, the spearhead of the fleet consisting of three Grey Knight battleships led by the Unremitting Crusade is gathering a huge will!

Under the leadership of Calvin himself and the amplification of the will of the entire legion, the psychic array on the entire warship is working at full power.

The psychic chorus on the three warships, supported by the will of the legion, faces the storm in front of the fleet with a powerful perspective unprecedented in mortals.

In the hymns praising the Emperor, they completely ignited their burning souls, and gave up their egos and completely embraced the ether with their bodies as channels.

In prayer to the Emperor, they released the indescribable amount of psychic energy they carried into the Warp Channel.

Countless Warp creatures were annihilated at this moment, and the huge waves like the prominence of a star were calmed.

The fleets behind also sensed their sacrifice. Whether they were in hibernation or on duty, they all looked forward and joined the prayer at this sacred moment.

The entire fleet was linked to each other in the subspace, and eventually became a silver torrent carrying the will of mankind!

This force was so huge that the astropaths in the nearby star regions could easily perceive it:

That silver light was so wide and so narrow!

It was like a long sword so huge that it was measured in light fractions. In the prayers to the Emperor and the loud hymns emanating from the sword, and in the background of the astropaths losing their voices.

Facing the blockade of the Chaos Gods, a sword was cut off! The storm covering Ophelia 7 was instantly split apart!

"Notify the ground forces to abandon the auxiliary forces and prepare to evacuate immediately;

The fleet will immediately leave the orbit and prepare to fight."

In the orbit of Ophelia 7, a person who had been active on the bridge as a servant in the Chaos renegade fleet spoke.

The commander on the throne turned around upon hearing the voice. In the quiet command room, the huge body wrapped in steel formed a strong contrast with the weak body of the mortal.

"Follow your will, Lord Xudra." After the giant examined the mortal in front of him for a few seconds, a hoarse voice came from behind the heavy snake-scale helmet.

The mortal servant withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and retreated back into the shadows to play his original role.

"But I have a question."

The commander's voice sounded again, making the mortal's body stiffen. The latter examined the "compatriots" on the throne, and his uncertain eyes were full of doubts about the former.

"Just say it." The mortal finally compromised. The layout here is too important, and he doesn't want to cause trouble unless necessary.

"Have we achieved our goal?"

The commander looked at the puppet in front of him with a sharp look. He knew that the lord would certainly not be here.

But the current situation is so dangerous that he wants to indulge himself a little before dying in battle and get some precious truth.

"Ha! You want too much." The mortal sneered.

And in the next second, inside a meteorite at the edge of the Ophelia galaxy, a voice with the same serious expression as the voice of a mortal in the bridge of the Alpha Fleet sounded at the same time:

"You just need to know that your death is not meaningless.

And we always look far ahead!"

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