Chapter 109: Desperate and Psychic Blockers

Chapter 109 Desperation and the Spirit Shield

In the clean red warehouse, there are countless high-tech things that vaguely look like sickles and pitchforks, single-person agricultural tools, used to harvest genetically modified food that has extremely high yields but is either bulky or extremely hard. .

In fact, after humans enter the universe, the worst world can provide the best food for humans. The misuse of genetic programming technology has even reached a very dangerous level. It's very different.

Even if Ru Ming's empire is not like this, the animals it wants are still rough-skinned and thick-skinned Goro beasts, and they don't even want to breed them with legs that are so violent that they need to be lobotomized and embedded with chips. No, it's because there are very few beautiful environments like Earth in the universe.

From this point of view, the farm tools there were obviously not too outrageous. Alan Bayer stepped forward. The farm tools there were probably a stick with a medium thickness and a strange blade or a pointed end, but he felt good when he held it. Yeah, that thing has a chainsword-like button.

He pressed the button, and then the sickle at the tip of the farm tool glowed. He was familiar with that blue destructive stance, because he had found several similar weapons in Karu City, and they were still treasures in the group.

There are thousands of handles, and he has made a fortune... Then why did Alan Bair come out alone? Neither the imperial world discovered them nor used the power of the empire. They were the proceeds of his personal adventure, so he begged him to go back and tell the soldiers. You can get it in your own name by finding a location and "hiring" a few throne coins.

Even if the Empire messes around, they can just pay 10% of the tithe tax and be done with it. There is no such thing as being licked and kowtowed by the oil man. After all, no Emperor's people, Emperor's materials or Emperor's money are used in the whole process. .

Although Alan Bair is not the emperor's, the emperor's empire has no power to ask for anything from him.

Otherwise, he would dare to take risks. After all, people die for wealth, and birds die for food. The benefits brought by Dark Age technology are enough for him to try it, and bringing soldiers there will also increase the risk of his companions being defiled by subspace. Cocoability.

But the essence of the matter is that Alan Bayer was worried that the people he knew would become crazy, so he took risks again, and he felt that he was selfish...

But this kind of happiness cannot be concealed, he is dazzling. "Powered scythe, powered pitchfork!"

I thought about it excitedly, but found that the power weapons I often used seemed different from those used by the empire... I wonder if the output will be reduced.

Speaking of which, Alan Beyer was also a natural-born second lieutenant to find gold. Various relics of the Dark Ages surrounded him during his service.

What the oil guy spent his whole life digging out, he could give an Imperial infantry regiment a quick share of.

But is there a dark subspace area after all? Put the portable signal source that you carry with you and another piece of string as a mark, and you have to go back quickly.

In such a weird place, only inanimate things can ensure safety. Signals and living people cannot help but be distorted. Even the concept of time itself began to become blurred, and Alan Bayer did not dare to stay for too long.

Carrying soldiers in such a place would increase the chance of someone being tainted by the warp, but once the likes of the Astartes and the Enchanters were used to manipulate them, the Empire would inevitably lose everything they gained. Check.

According to the character of the imperial bureaucracy, the Imperial Guard will not be used for a hundred and eighty years, and even if it is used, it will probably not be given to the Astartes.

Thinking about it this way, officials at the rank of principal of the empire would take risks with a few scythes. Human beings today are really cheap...

Alabair picked up a power sickle, but the blue blade and the red jade-like handle quickly dismissed his thoughts. With that thing in his legs, all monsters and monsters would have to crawl around.

He turned on the destructive stance of the power scythe, and the humming servo sound made people happy. He found an unlucky subspace entity that filled the room. Please train me in swordsmanship. Although I don’t have many skills, my strength will not be bad.

As soon as the sound of the sound in the air was heard, which was a unique sound of destruction, the entire subspace entity was split into two halves.

Such a weak thing is in the physical universe. Even if it is just a nightmare that someone has, even a staunch Emperor believer will not be afraid of it, but if that thing appears in the hive city, it will definitely become a disaster. According to idealism, I don’t know, maybe a weak person draws a knife on an even weaker person?

But the power weapon and the will of the Imperial Lieutenant Colonel tore that poor thing apart in an instant. Of course, for the Imperial people, such a heretic was not pitiful.

"A sharp blade, a perfect blade. It seems that it can be charged with promethium." After saying that, the excitement passed, and Alan Bayer felt his mind tingling again. The prophecies coming from the subspace became more and more powerful, and the cruel planet was Images of burning and being torn flashed by.

"Emperor...damn it." He realized that he was not superhuman, and those things were still entering his mind bit by bit. This was not the case in the subspace. Intelligent creatures were destined to have contact with them, even if my will was no longer the same. Powerful, no matter how fixed the soul is, it cannot be changed.

He couldn't stay there for long, and the happiness dissipated as quickly as it came. As long as he stayed in the blurred place between subspace and reality, he would not be able to avoid corruption, not to mention that as a time traveler, he knew a lot of secrets.

He started walking along the way back. He didn't stop much, and the spaceship was still in material time. However, as the time passed by the evil machine spirit of the Storm of Tellurium became longer and longer, the continuous golden thread seemed to be twisted and changed. There is no end.

At some point, bright red blood flowed out of his nose and began to tick non-stop. There was an ethereal voice in his ears, but the determined imperial officer Ming Hong knew that this was not a trick of subspace. His senses were pulled away, but he just begged. He would not be safe if he returned to the shelter of the psychic, to the weak visual magic that projected the psychic into the physical universe.

The pace will not slow down. Those things are unable to control his body. His will is still firm. If he does not act, he will deny countless human beings. Hulk feels his actions, and those millions of years soaked in subspace The thing in it has long forgotten why it exists.

Soon, the fatigue dissipated, and the thread gradually led Alan Bayer to the east deck of the battleship. He was not far from returning to a safe place. He returned with a full load...

As he walked slowly, Alan Bayer discovered something interesting. The road at the end was not a familiar one, but a damn subspace entity holding one end of the thread...

It had a scythe, but the unconscious action cut through the thread, letting the thread hang on its blade as it walked. Overall, he was lost, in the terrifying twisted hulk.

"My heretic!" The anger, the anger that his plan was completely shattered, turned into a scorching shot and sprinkled it on the twisted head of that thing, until its body in the real universe turned into fragments, and its original appearance could no longer be seen. .

But what now? Alan Bair walked feebly outside the seemingly normal battleship. The cold ancient metal was still full of power. The terrifying machine spirit sang in his ears. Despair broke his will in an instant. He couldn't help but think.

He had defeated traitors, orcs, and gene stealers, protected the empire time and time again, and even faced the subspace. However, Ruming wanted to die in that place, a place full of the stench of orcs, because the silk thread he was carrying was not resistant to cutting.

He sighed and smiled bitterly. The whisper in his ear asked him, what am I doing? The picture that flashed in his mind told him that there was no ending.

In that dark and dark universe, the 40th millennium of mankind, in that universe filled with war and death, murder, violence, disease, and desire will always exist, but the hope of mankind and the continuation of civilization are fragile.

Nothing good could happen in that bad place... He knew early on that the cold was beginning to take away the strength of the Imperial Guard Lieutenant Colonel, and his low thoughts caused warp creatures to linger around him, waiting to swallow mortal flesh.

Once the will is weak and the flame of the soul flickers, you will have no food in front of those things. The twisted bodies of those monsters approach, and the ferocious things gather into all kinds of disgusting inhuman thoughts. In the subspace, The Lieutenant Colonel's bright star-like light also began to fade away.

Until he was half asleep and half awake, Alan Bair could never forget the damn sound of the beetles used by Catachan, and the warmth of the forest crawled back into his body.

Then the non-monster's leg slapped him on the shoulder. "Lieutenant, what am I doing? The greenskins haven't finished cleaning up. They continue to act."

It's bronze, thick, and muscular, very much like the flashing Katachan long blade, coming from the east...

The Destruction Stance flashed across the space, and those subspace monsters broke into two pieces, fell to the ground, and dispersed tremblingly. Alan Bair got up.

"No, no, he really needs to continue serving, Lieutenant Colonel, long time no see." He said in a false voice, but it was rare to find his own will, and whether it was the help of a firm soul in the weak gap between subspace and reality, no His will to live, his will to live through countless wars?

He couldn't tell the difference, and he didn't need to tell it clearly. He continued to walk in the dark and lightless battleship, just like the human empire walking in the hopeless universe, with the traces of war and death telling him to move forward.

That world is cruel, but civilization and mankind will not surrender. The long journey from sub-light speed to decades and centuries dragged mankind into despair, to the invention of Geller's position, the realization of subspace travel, and then the Emperor stood on the sacred platform. As long as there is tension, human beings are coming step by step, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

Those subspace monsters can be detoured at this moment, and those twisted things can be feared, but the evil things are hindering the lieutenant colonel. When his toes are smoking when he walks, I don’t know how much time has passed, Alan Bayer takes off his Eastern Army boots to cool down. Looking at the huge room, he looked very familiar.

The command points, screens, reporters, etc. are completely different from the imperial battleships, but the basic position has not changed. There is the bridge. He seems to have gone wrong, but No relies on the position to plan the path...

No, the machine spirit there begged him to die there to accompany it. For it, human lifespan of several decades is too short. Even if Alan Bair could find food, water, clothes and fire, he could even get used to those subspace monsters. There was no way to escape from there, it turned out to be the same.

Want to despair again?

no.

He frantically searched for the things there, various strange instruments used by one person, the personal belongings of fleet members, strange magazines with some colors, instrument panels, compasses, navigators' hoods, and other random things.

Until he leaned weakly against the command point and prayed to the emperor. "Emperor, he used to not trust you. To be honest, his soul should be as old as yours. But in the boundless and cruel battlefield, he realized that no believer can survive."

"He is not a utilitarian guy, not a fanatic. He believes in technology, he hopes for change, and he likes to take risks. The virtues that existed before the decline of mankind are all there."

"And that universe is stripping him of everything, leaving him with the few things that can be called human beings: war, death, and sacrifice."

"The gods laugh evilly, darkness continues, his brothers and sisters die mercilessly, his victory seems to have no existence, the subspace whispers constantly, making people doubt, are you there?"

"He couldn't understand why they believed so much in miracles that he had never seen in his life. Until he succeeded again and again, people needed an explanation, and he chose you."

"He thinks he is an egoist. Emperor, he does not want to be saved, but without him, there is no way to win. No matter how boastful he is, everyone needs him."

"Sweat" flowed in the lieutenant colonel's eyes, whether it was because of loneliness or fear, no, or because of betrayal. In that dark universe, everyone has to perform their duties, and in such a place, betrayal and betrayal If it is not the greatest sin, then it is clear that he is also a sinner.

Among the Children of the Emperor, the fluids that had not drained away when his brothers and sisters died ticked the compass at the command point, the lumen lantern flickered for lack of promethium, and until hope was extinguished, he I found good traces of my "sweat" slipping off.

"Huh?" He wiped his eyes. "Emperor, Emperor!" He lowered his head excitedly and looked at the nice traces, "sweat" went in? Is there a hidden compartment?

He raised the power scythe and smashed it, destroying the stand and the engineering materials of the Dark Ages with a fierce and terrifying light, and then the dark grid cracked, and a strange clean red triangular badge fell out, and the thick dust-stained One page instructions.

written on it.

[The Nok series of experimental psionic shielding devices are extracted from special variable sources and can be started by most energy sources, such as electricity, fuel, heat, etc. After startup, the psionic signal is output according to the energy source. Side effects include, but are not limited to, stench, disgusting, unsightly appearance, etc., but they return to normal after being turned off. 】

Alan Bair looked at it for a long time...the untouchable? !

He immediately pressed the badge on his chest, and then continued to follow the instructions in the instructions to activate it with strong thoughts...

"There is a source of source... there is a source of source, the emperor bless me, please have a source of source!"

After a while, the thing gave off a gleam of light, and then Alan Bair saw that all those disgusting subspace things had disappeared... Those subspace entities that followed him everywhere and wanted to eat his flesh and soul had disappeared!

"God-Emperor, he is your biological son! You are wrong that Magnus is not that good!"

Alan Bayer laughed loudly, and then saw the red light indicating that the battery was out of power began to flash. Jie Donglai, for the first time, he knew that he could run so fast...