"What a day of celebration, my foolish and ignorant brothers."
A loud and vague double echo sounded, and Scyna was vaguely aware of the message rushing through her senses. The sounds spread through her, passed through her, and continued to climb outward in an ever-expanding realm. .
It swept across the hive like a breeze from below, then extended all the way, crawling into the void, crossing the chasm of space, looking for those who were willing to listen.
But in the hive, this message goes almost unnoticed, with most residents turning a blind eye to the invisible whirlpools around them, as if they were blind.
Others tremble, or blink in brief discomfort they don’t understand, and may even pause to wonder what it all means—then shrug their shoulders, berate themselves for their stupidity, and go on with their small, empty lives.
Only in starports and administrative offices, in guild hubs and Mechanicus temples, did Astropaths shout and slur in their sleep on their cots.
These blighted beings form a communications network that serves and sustains the Imperium that hates them, and where dense transmissions take a long time to cross the stellar gulf, an Astropath can cast his or her voice into the warp on their behalf Their masters passed on messages and instructions, and in order to strengthen their defenses, all underwent soul-binding rituals that melted their eyes and fused their souls with the light of the Star Torch, so they had little fear of the raids of Warp creatures.
Their sensitivity to the aimless visions that were tormenting Scyna was almost negligible, and in their isolated cabin, where their physiological responses were suppressed, the preserve of quarantined nightmares and troubled thoughts, they patiently The caregivers, accustomed to such restless sleep, calmly administered sedatives to the unstable personnel.
No one knows what is going on at the bottom of the nest.
It was as if Scyna was alone in the entire world, twitching and screaming, completely exposed.
Even in her fear and pain, she was still angry at the nature of this spiritual storm, the enemy's cunning and cruelty beyond words.
No matter what kind of dark angel they are, they are all cruel, perverted bastards!
That bastard, Scyna's soul has already guessed the other party's intention. It is going to feed her into the subspace. Her power will go out of control and be completely released, even briefly exceeding the limit, and then she will become a door.
What kind of terrible thing will come out from behind the door?
How far into the warp would her soul be pushed after such a horrific end?
Who else would notice such a thing in the vast starry sky?
Probably no one will know——
Scyna's body twitched, using all her willpower to suppress herself tightly and protect herself from the pain, a huge mental defense rising in her mind like a storm shield.
She chose to continue the fight, sworn to serve the Emperor no matter what.
Freed from pain, recovering from the initial shock and panic, she sorted out her chaotic senses and was rewarded with order.
The warp was now a pool of oil, or at least, that's how she thought it was described, with huge ripples swelling outward from a tiny rift in the center.
After concentrating her energy, she seemed to see a portrait of her enemy: a transcendent snapshot that was dazzling at first, but then the light faded, and she roughly saw its appearance, a demon with a beast's head, black and gold armor, and wings on its back. .
It is not as prominent or scary as most demons. Instead, it appears to be extremely secretive, quiet, and difficult to detect.
With her efforts to maintain the stability of her soul, she tried to uncover the layers of the enemy's echoes, but she was quickly frustrated.
A creature flew out from the center of the distant rift. It was a creature never imagined, a creature composed of the most vicious parts of every predatory animal. It looked like a huge raptor, with a beak from a A long, narrow, bird-eyed face protruded, with four legs with sharp claws, and a torso made of human arms and bird wings. Two of the arms also held scimitars and crystal staffs, scattered all over the body. Featuring metallic feathers that flashed red and blue, and that's not all, the creature's tail swung from side to side with power sword-sized spines, while it also had muscular shoulders sprouting Long tentacles with rows of suckers on them.
But worst of all, it was speaking to him.
"Ah, little sacrifice, let me suck the entrails from your belly, suck the thoughts from your brain, and let the crystal spiers of the Lord of Change descend."
Her fear and helplessness made her scream uncontrollably, but now she seemed to have no strength, and her weak limbs could not answer the urging of her brain.
"Small offering"
The big bird purred from its beak, and it seemed to be right next to her ear. She felt the hard beak rubbing against her body, and then a tentacle touched her shoulder, and a huge pincer touched her. face, a pungent sour smell made her gag.
"No! God Emperor! God Emperor protect my soul!"
Just when she was panicking to the extreme, a desperate thought appeared. This was the last glimmer of hope in her pain——
That ridiculous-looking man led a group of inexplicable aliens!
Then her screams stopped and she tried to shout again, but only heard a faint hoarse sound. She tried again and heard a trembling cry that may or may not have been the result of being raped. The warp swallowed.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
A rude voice sounded, and she tried to force herself to open her eyes, but it didn't work. The devil was still beside her.
Just when the pointed beak stretched towards her bulging soft belly and started to prepare to eat, its consciousness suddenly changed and its eyes suddenly opened wide.
"Brother, big feet!"
A green light flashed, and then an illusion that really looked like a foot hit the devil's body from top to bottom, sending the supposedly incorporeal thing flying.
Then she felt herself falling, but was caught by something before she hit the ground.
She finally opened her eyes and saw that dirty, greasy face. Although she wanted to reach out and push him away immediately, she didn't have any strength.
Then her peripheral vision was biased towards the green skin. It wore a strange helmet full of antennas. It was bursting with manic power similar to psychic energy. It also controlled a strange trumpet-shaped weapon in its hand. Could it be that it had saved her just now? ?
Realizing that she had been saved by an greenskin made Scyna feel like she was still dreaming.
The throne is above, the emperor is above, what on earth has she experienced on this day! ?
