The soul turbulence from the highest sky is constantly hitting Geller's position, and the deep purple fog is always shrouded in front of the Resolute Resolve. The 13th Expedition Fleet is not traveling on any safe subspace channel at this moment.
They were traveling slowly towards the depths of the Maelstrom, filled with chaotic warp storms.
If it were normal, this would undoubtedly be a death move. Because the profound lesson that mankind has learned throughout the Era of Strife is not to try to delve deeply into the subspace sea filled with endless chaotic storms. Too many countless lives and wealth have been swallowed up in the chaotic storms. .
However, at this moment, a large amount of black stone that had been excavated in the star area had long been embedded in the collision angle of the ship. After several months of hurried research, Redjak finally discovered how to drive the anti-psionic stance of this material. .
It's just that...it would place a huge burden on the navigators driving Geller's stance.
Driven by the anti-psionic stance of the Black Stone Collision, this Glory Queen-class battleship is like a majestic icebreaker: relying on the thick ram and the anti-psionic stance to continuously tear apart the fog and storm ahead, the entire ship The fleet is slowly sailing towards those chaotic areas that have never been explored, at the expense of the astropaths and navigators' eyes that have been blinded by the star torch and are constantly shedding tears of overwhelming blood.
This means that if this expedition cannot end before all navigators die, then this expedition fleet will be lost forever in the deep waters of subspace.
Until everyone's rationality is completely swallowed up by chaos.
The turmoil from the subspace turbulence continues, passing through countless death worlds filled with deathly silence, and a large number of demonic worlds that can distort any reason. The spectacular shadow is still driving smoothly on the sea of souls - towards the endless cracked sky line forward.
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The deep purple glow of the Warp shone through the bridge, reflecting on the Primarch's majestic figure.
In the gilded pupils of the Primarch, the wind and waves of the sea of souls are always reflected.
"Kahn."
"About everything I said to you...do you remember it?"
Elaine asked the guard beside her softly.
She could see the confusion in the heir's mind.
Yes, in the eyes of most people, this expedition towards the end of the Maelstrom must be a crazy move - even the Astartes who are close to the Primarch cannot guess her thoughts.
Facing his mother's question, Kahn nodded slightly in silence.
Under the orders of the Primarch, the 13th Expedition Fleet sailed into the depths of the subspace in an almost suicidal manner.
Although he no longer doubts everything about his mother, increasingly harsh situations are everywhere.
Even if the Astartes' steel-hard consciousness will not be contaminated by this crazy voyage, since the 13th Fleet deviated from the original channel under the order of the Primarch and then sailed deep into the maelstrom, the chaotic News flooded the Ministry of Military Affairs.
Every day, a large number of mortal auxiliaries in the fleet fall into madness, or the metal of a certain ship body is corroded by flesh and blood, resulting in the emergence of some indescribable twisted existences.
Even the navigator can clearly feel that the uncertain subspace storm is always hovering around this magnificent fleet, and many dangerous subspace creatures that are always roaring and waiting around for a long time are also looking at these batches of steel forged ships. Behemoths, followed by more dangerous subspace creatures, many of them dirty demons originating from many demonic worlds.
Fortunately, when more and more filthy beings tried to pry into the existence inside the thick hull, the thick barrier called the 'Geller Stand' blocked all those filthy sights.
However, perhaps the mortal auxiliaries and accompanying navigators and technical priests did not understand Elaine's orders, but every Astartes of the Children of the Mountains has never questioned their mother - yes, these Astartes Ever since they were granted gene seeds by the Lord of Humanity, the instinct to obey orders has been solidified in their genes.
When these resolute war dogs ushered in the return of the Primarch, this part of their instinct was further amplified through the connection between the bloodline and the Gene Mother.
No Astartes would question this suicidal warp voyage, and no one would be afraid of the increasingly chaotic and disorderly storm, because the blood ties from the Primarch bound everyone's thinking. closely linked together.
They share each other's fighting spirit and drink each other's anger.
Even if this voyage is bound to be dangerous.
"Yes...even though you have been fighting throughout the galaxy for hundreds of years, there are still many things that you cannot understand."
"Such as... subspace."
"Although Imperial Truth has never explained the existence of fate and fate, nor has it ever explained the unknown things that are always lingering in the subspace... I do not deny my father's obsession. For humans, there are some things that are indeed less known. good."
"...Yet. As your Primarch, I have certain important responsibilities to fulfill - just as my brother Sanguinius often worried about the blood thirst of his offspring."
Elaine's tone became more serious.
Since her return, the Bloodrage Curse suffered by each of her descendants has become more severe than the day before, and hysterical anger is gradually seeping into the will of these Astartes.
During the long journey through the warp, the Primarch could hear the angry roar of the Blood God at all times.
In fact, the will of the Blood God had been watching the fleet from the moment she entered the warp.
The majestic rift leading straight into the realm of Khorne is the battlefield prepared by the Lord of Skulls for his new prey.
Any being that tries to seize His prey will be hunted by the flesh hounds until the end of its life. This is the main reason why the 13th Expedition Fleet has not been lost in the chaotic storm of the warp even though it has traveled more than 888 standard Terras.
Fiery waves rippling in the subspace are everywhere, and horns symbolizing war are constantly blowing.
He longs for more blood, He longs for more skulls, He longs for more glory.
"In fact, an inevitable fate surrounds you, and an irresistible and terrifying existence regards you as prey."
"He longs for you to fall into endless madness and for the entire legion to fall into endless fighting."
A scarlet gap was torn open in the boundless subspace ocean by the thick collision angle, and the curtain of the Sea of Souls was also lifted.
"He...will be our eternal enemy."
The Primarch's pale gold eyes reflected the crimson sky across the realm of Khorne.
The blood feud has been concluded in the distant future, but the price must be exacted from the past.
The strange fate is demanding the price of change from the newly born Twelfth Legion all the time.
Their mother was trying to drag their tiny bodies back from the abyss with her own hands.
"His presence..."
"The name is - [Khorne]."
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