Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 43 Chaos Expedition ([-])

The turbulence of souls from the highest sky is constantly hitting Geller's stand, and the deep purple fog is always shrouded in front of the Resolute Resolve. The 13th Expeditionary Fleet is not driving on any safe warp space channel at this moment.

They were making their way slowly toward the depths of the Maelstrom, filled with chaotic warp storms.

If it were the usual way, this would undoubtedly be a death move.Because the profound lesson that mankind has learned in the entire era of strife is not to try to explore the subspace sea area full of endless chaotic storms. Too many countless lives and wealth have been swallowed up in the chaotic storms .

However, at this moment, a large number of black stones excavated in the star area in advance have long been embedded in the ram of the ship. After several months of hasty research by Redjac, he finally discovered how to drive the anti-psychic stance of this material. .

It's just... would be extremely taxing on the Navigator driving Geller's position.

Driven by the anti-psychic stance of the black stone ram, this Queen of Glory-class battleship is like a majestic icebreaker: relying on the thick ram and anti-psychic stance, it constantly shreds the fog and storm ahead, making the entire ship The fleet is slowly heading towards those chaotic areas that have never been explored, but the price is that the eyes of the astropaths and navigators who have been blinded by the star torch are constantly shedding tears of blood.

This means that if the expedition does not end before the death of all navigators, the expedition fleet will be lost forever in the deep waters of the warp.

Until everyone's rationality is completely swallowed by chaos.

The turmoil from the turbulence of the warp continues, passing countless dead worlds full of dead silence, and a large number of demon worlds enough to distort any reason, and the magnificent shadows are still sailing smoothly on the sea of ​​​​souls-towards the endless cracked sky line forward.

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The deep purple radiance of the warp reflected the stalwart figure of the Primarch through the bridge.

In the gilded pupils of the Primarch, the wind and waves of the sea of ​​souls are always reflected.

"Kahn."

"About everything I ever told you...do you remember?"

Elaine asked the guards beside her softly.

She could see the bewilderment in the heir's mind.

Yes, this crusade toward the end of the Maelstrom must have seemed a mad move to most - not even the Astartes close to the Primarch could have guessed what she was thinking.

Facing his mother's question, Kahn nodded slightly in silence.

Under the orders of the Primarch, the 13th Expeditionary Fleet sailed into the depths of the Warp in almost suicidal fashion.

Although he no longer doubted everything about his mother, the increasingly harsh situation was everywhere.

Even if the steely consciousness of Astartes will not be polluted by this crazy voyage, since the 13th Fleet broke away from the original channel under the order of the Primarch, and then drove to the depths of the maelstrom, the chaotic A lot of news flooded the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Every day, a large number of mortal auxiliaries in the fleet fell into madness, or the metal of a certain hull was corroded by flesh and blood, and some indescribable twisted existences were born.

Even the navigators can clearly feel that the uncertain subspace storm is hovering around this magnificent fleet all the time, and many dangerous subspace creatures who have been roaring and waiting for a long time are also looking at this batch of steel-forged ships. Behemoths of the warp came, and with them more dangerous creatures of the warp, including foul daemons from many daemon worlds.

Fortunately, when more and more filthy beings were trying to spy on the existence inside the thick hull, the thick barrier named 'Geller's 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 Sons of the Mountains never questioned their mother—yes, these Astartes Ever since they were given gene seeds by the Lord of Humanity, the instinct called obeying orders has been solidified in their genes.

When these resolute war dogs ushered in the return of the Primarch, this part of the instinct was further amplified after the blood and the mother of the gene were connected with each other.

No Astartes would question this suicidal warp voyage, and no one would be intimidated by the storm of increasing chaos and disorder, for the blood ties from the Primarch bound everyone's minds to closely linked together.

They shared each other's fighting spirit and drank each other's anger.

Even if the voyage must be dangerous.

"Yeah... Even though you have been fighting in the entire galaxy for a hundred years, you still have a lot of things you can't understand."

"Like...subspace."

"Although the truth of the empire has never explained the existence of fate and fate, let alone the unknown things that linger in the subspace...I don't deny my father's obsession. For human beings, there are some things that we know less. good."

"…However. As your Primarch, I must fulfill certain important duties—just as my brother Sanguinius often feared the bloodthirsty of his offspring."

Elaine's tone became more serious.

Since her return, each of her offspring has been cursed with a bloodrage worse than the day before, and hysterical rage is seeping into the minds of these Astartes.

Throughout the long voyages of the Warp, the Primarch could hear the blood god's angry roar at all times.

In fact, from the moment she sailed into the warp, the will of the blood god has been watching the fleet.

The majestic rift leading directly to the domain of Khorne is the battlefield prepared by the Lord of Skulls for his new prey.

Any existence that tried to grab His prey was hunted to the end by the bloodhounds, which is the main reason why the 13th Expeditionary Fleet was not lost in the chaotic storms of the Warp even after traveling more than 888 standard Terra.

The fiery waves rippling in the warp are everywhere, and the horns that symbolize war are constantly blowing.

He longs for more blood, He longs for more skulls, He longs for more glory.

"In fact, an inevitable fate hangs over you, and an irreversible 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."

The boundless ocean of subspace was torn a scarlet gap by the thick angle of impact, and the curtain of the sea of ​​souls was also lifted.

"He...will be our eternal enemy."

The pale gold pupils of the Primarch reflected the crimson sky of the entire realm of Khorne.

A blood feud has been wrought in the distant future, but its price is to be claimed from the past.

The treacherous fate is demanding the price of change from the newborn No.12 Legion all the time.

Their mother is trying to drag their tiny figures back from the abyss with her own hands.

"His existence..."

"It's named - [Khorne]."

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