Chapter 506: The Battle of Fal, Asuryan, the Lord of the Everburning Shrine

Subspace turbulence?

Well, this is indeed a general term for all the subspace phenomena that cannot be explained.

And the explanations for the various phenomena of the subspace are indeed beyond the upper limit of human ability to describe in words - the essence of the subspace is chaos, and in the records of human beings since the invention of writing, there have never been two truly identical subspace phenomena.

Close at hand, but far away, this is the current state of the Molten Blood and the Silver Dawn:

They seem to be not far apart, but in fact they are already in two different spaces.

In fact, even Calvin and Talos and others on the Molten Blood are also scattered in different dimensions under this weird and disordered division of time and space.

The Primarch on the bridge finally survived the crisis, but even weirder situations have followed.

Just as the battleship just passed through the wreckage and the Primarch's psychic shield was retracted, Calvin and the Molten Blood under his feet once again broke through the boundaries of the space they were in, and broke into a new unknown space without the Primarch being prepared.

That was light... endless light.

The incandescent light was like a long river that existed from ancient times, and also like a lightning that spanned the universe.

It had no temperature, but it could penetrate all matter. It was as illusory as a fantasy, but it made Calvin feel blinded, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to block it.

Calvin and the battle barge he was riding on were like a tiny insect in front of this long river. After breaking through the shackles of a certain space, they suddenly appeared in this river with no source and no end.

And a crisis more terrifying than physical destruction also appeared in front of the original body:

The light was penetrating, and the matter was dying.

Wherever Calvin's eyes could see, the cold river of light was everywhere and penetrated everything.

Ceramic steel, refined gold, even flesh and bones, everything around Calvin was dissolving, even himself.

He could no longer feel the existence of the Lava Blood, and after everything around him disappeared, the pervasive light had touched his own existence.

Armor, weapons, and then skin, hair, and even bones...

Calvin tried all methods, but could not stop the spread of this situation.

What made him feel even more powerless was that the powerful psychic energy of the original body did not respond at all during this process.

The essence of psychic energy is the power of the mind, but his mind was deceived. No matter how anxious his reason was, the power of the mind turned a blind eye to the crisis in front of him...

Calvin could feel that his senses were disappearing with the disintegration of his body, and his consciousness was re-gathering on the perception of the soul because of the loss of these senses.

It's like a person who has lost his vision, his hearing will become extremely subtle and developed, and it's also like a person who is used to darkness, and will be extremely sensitive to any light and shadow.

He didn't know if this was a good thing, but the current situation was that his vision was disappearing, and then his hearing, smell, and even the last bit of touch...

Boom!

The thunder awakened the dormant soul, and the consciousness was like a ghost without a support, instinctively and anxiously looking for the body in the endless light.

Calvin's consciousness recovered again, but after reason took over his instinct, he found it awkward that he was like a ghost without a body, and could only exist in a void.

But this didn't seem to be a bad thing. At least after losing all his senses, all his conscious desire for senses was concentrated on the side of psychic energy.

The gathering of spirits made the psychic senses stronger than ever before, and the tentacles of these spirits, relying on the powerful psychic energy of the original body, continued to extend to the surroundings at the moment they were noticed by the original body...

Ugh! Calvin's soul was twitching, and the unspeakable pain made him instinctively curl up all his tentacles!

War! Killing! Destruction! Hatred! All kinds of negative emotions surged in the subspace and the real world, and the original body was stabbed by these saturated forces that were enough to make people fall instantly at the moment it regained its perception.

It's war!

Calvin endured the pain and "opened" his "eyes" again.

And a war so grand that it was beyond his imagination, at this moment, reflected in his soul from the most intuitive, essential, grand and subtle perspective!

It was a huge galaxy a hundred times larger than the solar system, and countless alien civilizations he had never seen were fighting a tragic and silent war with dozens of planetary worlds in this galaxy as the center.

No, the real battlefield was far more than that.

At the end of Calvin's psychic vision, the galaxy in the distance was also shrouded in the ominous light of destruction and killing, but he had no time to pay attention, because the battlefield in front of him alone was enough to take away all his mind.

The stars collapsed and disintegrated in front of him, and in the almost infinite perception range of psychic energy, the surging waves in the subspace were even larger than these planets!

Calvin swore that he had never seen a civilization build a killing machine like a battleship comparable to the size of a planet.

And those Eldar battleships of this size appeared in groups in the galaxy battlefield in front of him, and then were injured and destroyed by another batch of equally powerful battleships.

The wreckage that the Lava Blood encountered before was finally found here, but Calvin had no intention of dwelling on it, because the war before him was beyond his understanding.

High-energy rays that can melt through armor and physical ammunition with terrifying kinetic energy are only basic weapons that have been popularized to the individual level in the hands of both sides in this war;

And gravitational waves that can cause plate collisions and tsunamis, and super-large psychic spells built on the basis of millions of Eldar warriors, are the strike weapons classified as tactical level in this war.

So what about strategic-level weapons? Calvin didn't dare to imagine it, or he couldn't imagine it at all.

Calvin swore that he had never seen so many Eldar.

He had never really seen tens of billions of Eldar warriors riding on flying vehicles as dense as a school of fish, and being spread across the world in an organized manner by these warships carrying destruction.

Calvin swore that he had never seen such a weird orc. Should it be an orc? Calvin guessed in his heart with surprise.

Those green aliens, who were five meters tall per person, were wearing more advanced armor than Astartes and holding more destructive weapons. They were led by elite units as high as ten meters and fought side by side with the Eldar.

What impressed Calvin even more was the civilized order that these hideous aliens showed in this time and space, in addition to barbarism.

And this was just a corner of the battlefield. In many worlds of the galaxy, hundreds of battles were fought at the same time; countless alien civilizations that Calvin had never heard of were appearing on the battlefield with a unified stance.

And their common enemy made Calvin feel extremely familiar. It was another alien civilization that he had fought against in the Storm Star Region, and it was also the culprit that caused the turmoil of the entire Orpheus Star Region regime - the Necrons!

Yes, it was these alien races with metal bodies that were fighting against the huge alliance, and it was these cold dead things that, in a way that Calvin could not understand, unscrupulously endured the attacks of the alien alliance, while still slowly and firmly eroding their positions.

They were few in number, but they were not afraid of death.

They were fearless on the battlefield, no, they did not even have the concept of death, let alone the corresponding cherishment of life and fear of death.

They just charged and shot indifferently, then fell silently and disappeared.

Although the Alliance's military strength was strong, they seemed to win every time in the face of the self-important advancement of these metal undeads, but they were always in a weakened reality.

The same was true for naval battles in space.

Dense rays were shot out from the fleet of the Eldar Alliance, reflecting patches of scarlet flames in the void, and each of these rays, which were denser than the rainstorm, was thicker than the Lava Blood itself.

The green spaceships of the undead were like dark green crescents, and after emitting beams of light of the same color, they were melted in the air by the oncoming saturation attack.

But they still had the advantage, because each warship left no wreckage after melting, and the warships belonging to the space necrons would drag their companions away.

And more intact warships appeared in the void outside the battlefield, and then joined this long stranglehold again.

The void was burning, and the planetary world was listed as the focus of the competition by both parties.

Mountains, rivers, canyons, hills... Hundreds of millions of Eldar and orcs fought with the Undead in all the space that could be contested.

On the vast plains, the psychic attacks of millions of Eldar warriors just flattened the enemies in front of them, and in the next second, the sky stained with iron light and blood had a force that was enough to break the continental plates.

Countless lives continued to die in the fierce battle, and more lives roared towards each other again under the reckless release of both sides...

Physical ammunition, energy weapons, magnetic field weapons and even psychic spells... All weapons and powers that Calvin could think of were used unscrupulously by both sides in this war.

Armored vehicles, alien Titans, fighters in the atmosphere and even space battleships... All war weapons that could be seen by the Primarch became consumables in the grand epic battle.

In the vast void, distant stars were releasing light and heat, and the two huge fleets were like two wolf packs, surrounding this strange galaxy with their own energy weapons, killing and cannibalizing each other silently and cruelly.

But behind the two fiercely fighting camps, a figure who manipulates the most destructive force in the subspace and a corresponding figure who distorts the laws of physics in the real universe and gathers supernova-level power are restraining each other and confronting each other from afar outside the battlefield.

The war is still going on, and the aura of hatred and killing is surging throughout the galaxy. The planets are rotating over and over again, and the nearly eternal battle is reflected by the changes in the shape of the central star of the galaxy, silently telling the length of the war.

This is war, but the destructive power it possesses and is colliding is far more powerful than the most glorious era of mankind;

This is war, but its scope and length of battle have even exceeded the definition of the concept of "war" itself under the time and space scale established by humans based on narrow senses.

What is it?

Calvin's eyes were attracted by a battlefield, because among the Eldar fighting the Undead there, there was a familiar reflection of his soul.

The Phoenix Lord named Annasur was dancing on the battlefield, wielding his iconic bone-white sword, while the huge Undead General, as big as a mountain, was coming towards him, holding a broad beheading blade high.

The generals of the two armies of different civilizations were fighting desperately from Calvin's perspective, and as the undeads were endlessly thrown into the battlefield, the army of the Eldar was visibly sparse.

And all this was stopped. Just a second before the undeads were about to win, a figure comparable to a Titan appeared in reality and in the subspace projection.

The giant descended like a god, and the entire battlefield was stagnant under his power.

Victory seemed to be about to fall to the Eldar, and the undead seemed to be waiting to be killed.

But it did not take any action, even though the fruits of victory were within reach. Because not far in front of it, an equal existence belonging to the undead side had quietly appeared.

"Come, ** slave, fight with me, and then welcome the destruction you are waiting for!" The seemingly tiny undead took the lead in inviting, and in the green energy matrix behind him, there was an extremely powerful force echoing the scepter in his hand.

The giant looked at the former seriously, and the elaborate and gorgeous armor on his body and the weapon in his hand began to flash with a dazzling aura that even Calvin found dazzling.

It was faith!

Calvin made a firm judgment in his heart, because he had seen similar power in the Emperor.

And the next second his thought was confirmed:

Countless powers of faith were rising from all the Eldar warriors on this plain, and this large-scale psychic phenomenon was still spreading, eventually covering all battlefields on the entire planet within a few breaths.

The power of faith! The flames and auras on the giant were highly concentrated, and when all the power was gathered on the long sword in his hand, a name chanted by countless Eldar was also detected by Calvin in the resonance of the subspace:

"Asuryan!"

Update, it's too badly written, I spent a whole day revising it.