"The Armageddon alert has been upgraded to red."
A large amount of communications and busy operations filled the air with the smell of excitement. Mortal officers were constantly busy coming and going, and hovering in the air were servo skulls, projecting clear data projections.
Underfoot, legendary mythical beasts are set in gold and precious stones, stretching out on marble surfaces.
Its master commanded the giant ship at his feet, and everyone who boarded the ship had to obey the command regardless of their military rank.
After listening to the Astropath's report, Randall, the Chapter Commander of the White Templars, nodded to express his gratitude and looked at the surrounding officers, all of whom were commanding one of the fleets.
But in fact, most of the people present are just projections, and those translucent images flicker from time to time. Only Soshyan and Chief Astropath Ambai Turan are here in person.
The meeting was as peaceful as before.
Randall looked at Soshyan. It was clear what the other person wanted to express, so he turned to the only person present who had not yet made a report.
"Master Turan."
When he heard his name being called, the old man raised his head, then tilted it to one side as if listening.
"Besides the warnings, is there more to come about Armageddon?"
"Not yet, my lord."
Master Turan was panting, and the loose skin above his neck covered in silk robes trembled together.
"No news from Armageddon, nor from anywhere else."
The answer was as expected, they were as deaf now as they had been when the storm was trying to drive them out of the warp.
Although with the help of the Unbound Soul, they were able to travel unimpeded in the subspace storm, but it was only limited to not getting lost. Long-distance communication was still blocked, and they were equivalent to rushing to a completely unknown battlefield.
Randall didn't want that. He didn't fight an unprepared battle.
"Well, thank you and your people for your efforts."
Master Turan took a deep breath and responded with regret:
"We lost two more Astropaths in our latest attempt to establish contact with Armageddon across the storm."
The old man stopped, his breathing became more and more difficult, and Soshyan could see the exhaustion all over his body. The old man seemed to have a fever, and a drop of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth as he spoke.
"My lord, we can't go on like this. Even in dreams, storms will sweep through our hearts, just like they are alive, just like they-"
"You have to keep trying."
Randall's tone was hard and harsh.
Master Turan wanted to speak, but Randall did not give him the chance.
"Nothing is more important than this, nothing!"
Master Turan was silent for a while and nodded.
This was a death order, and Soshyan knew that whether voluntarily accepted or resisted, Randall was commanding his astropaths to die.
But they had no choice. Everyone suffered losses in their unremitting efforts. Paying the price for their devotion to duty is the essence of loyalty.
Still, he could feel the imprint of the blind man's empty gaze on his back.
In the eyes of many, Soshyan is a kind and good man, and he is looking forward to what the Chapter Master from another Chapter has to say.
"Master Turan, please go down and rest first, and only conduct a minimum search for Armageddon's communications."
Soshyan raised his right fist and tapped it against his chest, paying his respects in Space Marine fashion.
With a grateful expression, Master Turan simply bowed, and then dragged his body away. His frail figure looked like he might fall down at any moment.
The other projections disappeared one by one, and finally only the two Chapter Masters remained.
Randall frowned and stared at the Astropath's leaving figure. There was an uneasy feeling lingering around him. Even if he stood there motionless, there was an oppressive aura, as if he was trapped in a trap. A caged predator looking out.
Soshyan knew that Randall was an upright and respectable person, and was actually not as cold-blooded as he had just shown, because the responsibilities he shouldered sometimes made him unavoidable in extremes.
"If you have anything on your mind, you should say it, brother."
Randall gave Soshyan a reproachful look and shook his head.
"The red alert means that Armageddon is at risk of being completely occupied. We don't know the situation of the greenskins. Maybe the orbit is filled with their fleets. We may be involved in a fierce battle as soon as we appear... .The legion cannot bear such losses, and we cannot move forward blindly."
"But he has a point, man."
Soshyan looked at the place where Master Turan stood just now.
"We can't go on like this. They can't hold on. If all the astropaths die, we will still be deaf."
"But there also has to be a link to Armageddon, because understanding the situation allows us to make the right decisions about when to intervene and how to intervene."
Randall's tone was calm and steady, and Soshyan nodded, still looking at the place where the Astropath was standing just now.
"That's right, but that's not what I meant."
Soshiyang frowned, his eyebrows tangled together.
"It would not be wise to consume the Astropaths."
The fleet is still drifting in the subspace, but the storm shows no sign of weakening. If anything, it has become more violent.
If it weren't for Attani's amazing psychic power as a guide, this fleet might have been completely destroyed.
According to Attani's speculation, the cause of such a storm was probably the green skins.
Based on her many years of experience during the Great Crusade, if it was really the storm caused by the green skin's psychic energy burst in a certain battle, then the green skins in the nearby star system would soon sense it and would soon join the war. , this is what some xenos scholars describe as 'Waaagh! 'energy.
"Another way of thinking about it is that the subspace storm is so turbulent that it is an obstacle to us, and it is also an obstacle to the greenskins. They cannot rush to the battlefield from outer galaxies so easily."
"It's a gamble."
Randall's voice was low and smooth.
"But if this is your decision, then I accept that you should have commanded the fleet, and the decision I made should have been made by you."
Unknowingly, Suoshiyang clenched his palms tightly, but the scarred fingers were hidden in his gauntlets, making them less conspicuous.
It wasn't until he met the White Temple that he suddenly felt how heavy the responsibility of a legion was.
Therefore, he has never mentioned the merger of command levels. On the one hand, it is due to the need for confidentiality, and on the other hand, he himself is not mentally prepared to truly lead a legion.
Soshyan blinked and lowered his head. When he raised his head again, Randall saw the fire in his eyes and immediately realized what it was -
determination.
"I am responsible for my decision. Let's do it like this. Let's jump out directly from the outer node of Armageddon!"
