Several giants entered Dietrian's secret workshop.
They were wearing gray robes, hiding the luster of their power armor in the shadows. Dietrian knew these people. They were the Atones, a group of shady warriors within the Astral Knights.
"It's not okay yet."
The leading soldier made a cold voice.
"At once, sir."
After that, the man turned to Valier.
"This is not your position."
"Okay, okay, I'll go back to my little dark room now. Captain Luko is here to supervise the work."
Valier raised his arms in a gesture of surrender, and then quickly left Dietrian's workshop
After the pharmacist left, Dietrian's preparations were completed.
"I want to hear the screams."
Luko suddenly made a request, his voice was very soft, but he could not refuse.
"yes."
Dietrian adjusted the instrument's speakers to project the aural effects of a disruptive field, filtering out its lethal elements.
Sure enough, the sound matched its name, filling the air with an audio-resonant wail—a hateful, organic sound.
A torment of furious screams and roars, fueled by the voice of a lone man, a technologist who took great pride in designing interference projection equipment.
Luko also realized that the instrument made it easier to hunt enemy ships without scanners as they groped through the icy void.
Despite this, according to Dietrian's report, the power consumption is still very serious.
The Scream hid them in the blindness of its prey, but every generator on the ship powered the Scream.
While using the Scream, the Unbound Soul can no longer fire energy weapons, and certainly cannot raise a void shield - the deflection screen works similarly to the Scream itself, and draws energy from the same power source.
Luko wondered what was happening on the enemy's bridge, were their systems flooded with screams?
Would Huron panic when contact with the fleet was lost?
Maybe, maybe not, but he was definitely surprised right now.
As for the Imperial fleet, Lothar had ordered all warships to shut down all communications and scanning instruments half an hour before the Scream was launched. All astropaths and navigators entered the isolation life-support cabin and were injected with anti-interference drugs.
Although their communication was also interrupted, at least there was no damage.
And the red pirates?
They were not so lucky.
"Um?"
An Astropath aboard the Doomwraith found himself starting to have a nosebleed, but he didn't pay much attention, as this was still within the tolerable range on a Chaos warship.
However, the officer responsible for the safety of the astropaths felt that things were continuing. He clicked a steel switch and spoke into the voice input of the console.
"The Astropath's vital signs fluctuate abnormally, and medical personnel are needed..."
Gradually, his voice became smaller and smaller, his eyes fixed on the protruding lithograph.
With every second that passes, the reading rises sharply.
"Wait, emergency heart failure, and..."
The officer looked back at the Astropath and found that the man who was fine a second ago was now twitching.
"....Oh my god."
Suddenly, a wet red object hit the glass. The officer could not see through the chaos, but when a decontamination team entered six minutes later, they discovered that it was the heart and brain of the Astropath, and their frail bodies were treated like never before. defeated by external psychological pressure.
The entire Astropath Hall immediately fell to the edge of panic. The officer comforted himself while working, his hands full of blurry images from the minds of the Astropaths under his supervision.
Their heads are filled with the sound of wailing sirens as more and more of them die.
"What did they hear?"
he screamed at the chaotic and frantic news.
"What did they see?"
On the other side, the Navigator's Tower, a precious and expensive spiritual node that was guarded and fortified against demonic invasion, now absorbed all the death and pain born in the surrounding star realm.
It's not distilled or filtered, it's just a blend of sudden terror and mortal agony with that horrific teleportation.
The tune of the song drifted in the night, and now it had a new chorus.
Each battleship that hears the song will add a chorus in turn.
Aboard the battlecruiser Hawkhook, a supervisor opened his eyes wide at the blood dripping on his manuscript.
He blinked and looked up. The mechanical bishop of the complex battleship communication system was twitching, curled up, and sparks were constantly coming out of his body.
Everyone was shocked.
"Notify the medical department! The bishop has fallen!"
Before he finished speaking, another mechanical priest collapsed to the ground, his head hit the edge of the table hard, and bloody engine oil spurted out of his mouth.
"How crazy is this!? What happened?"
The Space Marine in charge of the area nearly screamed, trying to suppress his uneasiness but unable to do so.
The entire communication channel has been filled with terrifying screams, and even the communication within the ship has been interrupted.
Then shouts came from elsewhere on the bridge.
The red pirate officer in charge of communications was completely stunned. All communication channels were interfered with!
Is he an astropath? Or their overseer? Those poor fools who were endowed with the sacred language were never stable, never healthy—each one blind and weak because their souls were chained to chairs.
Shouting in the halls is commonplace as they send and receive so many messages every night that each one will burn out within a decade.
He didn't like the fact - but that was the way it was.
But when he got there, he saw the Astropath's Provost hitting him on the back of the head on the stone floor, making himself bloody and biting his tongue.
He didn't understand that this provost was newly appointed last season and shouldn't be exhausted now.
"What happened?"
Facing the Space Marine's question, the Provost just asked with his twitching body and foaming at his lips was the only answer.
The Astropaths' eyes were wide open, frightened by what only they could see.
"say!"
The Space Marine directly lifted the skinny body from the ground.
“I want to know what’s going on!!”
"this--"
"What? This?"
Something was screaming in the communication link. It didn't sound human. Could it be the sound?
But he could no longer ask the answer, because the next second, the provost's head exploded directly in front of him, and the dirty tissue fluid splashed all over his face.
"Damn it! Can anyone tell me what happened?!!!!!!!"
In the roar, the screams took on another intensity.
This red pirate fleet fell into a state of complete paralysis!
