Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 574 The Fleet’s Journey into Subspace
Blood has filled the oceans of this world. The yellow ocean that was originally polluted by heavy industry has turned red. Corpses are scattered all over the planet. Blood mist has filled the sky, forming red clouds.

Everything in this world seems to be red, which is so weird. The endless red color is dyed red by human blood. Countless humans have died in this world. They are crying and desperate. Even body and soul were sacrificed.

"this world…"

Above the planet's orbit, Wang Ming looked at the pictures coming from the planet's reconnaissance. He had an angry look on his face. This world had been sacrificed. All the original humans in this world had been sacrificed. Those damn demons had even How dare they dare to walk on the planet so openly!
"Prepare..., no, use orbital bombing to blow up the world!"

Wang Ming looked at the planetary reconnaissance map. He originally wanted to send troops to the planet's surface, but in the end he chose orbital bombing. This world is already dead, so let's kill this world completely and let the people above this world Die to all demons.

Wang Ming looked at the cyclone torpedo standing in front of him. He directly injected human karma into the cyclone torpedo. These things can be attached to other objects. The enchantment given to the weapons of the time travelers before proved this.

"Let human anger cleanse the world."

Wang Ming looked at the world under his feet. He stared at it with cold eyes, and then issued an order. As Wang Ming issued the order, a large number of cyclone torpedoes entered the atmosphere of this world, and they continued to oppress those red ones. The clouds broke through and hit the demons' heads directly.

As several golden rays of light appeared above this world, the demons of this world also ushered in their own destruction. They looked at those golden rays of light and felt the power of human karma in them, and they were swallowed up in an instant. .

And at this moment, a subspace rift suddenly appeared on the edge of the fleet, swallowing up the entire fleet in an instant. Everything was so sudden. The fleet had no time to prepare, and even Geller's stance was not opened. In an instant, a feeling of darkness appeared in everyone's heart, and subspace whispers appeared in everyone's mind.

Wang Ming was the first to react. He felt the surrounding situation and quickly used his subspace essence to cover a large number of positions of the Sun Fortress. However, Wang Ming had no other way to deal with other ships. His subspace could only Being able to wrap the Sun Fortress is his limit.

The fleet's Geller stance was also quickly opened by artificial intelligence, but it was too late. Many Geller stances malfunctioned immediately after being opened. A large number of mortals and time travelers in the fleet faced the demons of the subspace, but it was okay. Unfortunately, only some weak-willed mortal auxiliaries were affected by the subspace. After Geller's failure, the fleet immediately began to use metaphysical means to exorcise the demons.

The broadcast of the Emperor's Mantra was non-stop, and a large amount of holy water also entered the fleet's fire-fighting system. They were constantly splashed in every corner of the fleet. The priests of the national religion continued to chant the Emperor's Mantra, and the mortal auxiliaries also They kept praying loudly, and the faith in their hearts had become extremely fanatical.

At the same time, the time travelers also began to arrange themselves into the team of just mortals. Once any problems arise, they will immediately solve the problematic things.

"Damn it, what's going on!"

Wang Ming continued to use his subspace essence, and the Geller Stand on the Sun Fortress also collapsed. Now, until the Geller Stand Generator is repaired, he can only temporarily assume the human Geller Stand.

"We are being dragged into the warp."

Rengar looked at Wang Ming and said to Wang Ming. He knew this feeling, the feeling of facing the subspace. The same was true on the fleet. Because the partitions were not put down in time, many mortals faced the subspace. , the terrifying scene in the subspace made all the mortals who saw him go crazy. They were dealt with immediately. This was a helpless move. Facing the subspace directly was not something that creatures in the real universe could do. to things.

The terror in the subspace is unacceptable to creatures in the real universe, and the current situation has caused heavy casualties to the mortals on the fleet.

"Report! Lord Protector, the death toll is out. There are 57,689 people who were liquidated and 68,851 people who committed suicide."

Wang Ming was sitting on the captain's chair in the Sun Fortress command room. He looked at the mortal auxiliary troops reporting in front of him. He nodded to them, and then continued to use his subspace essence to protect the Sun Fortress. Most of the people on the Sun Fortress are being protected by Wang Ming, but Wang Ming's ability is still at its limit, and he cannot protect everyone.

"Boss! Let's fight against the evil god of subspace!"

Hu Jin and the various group leaders looked at Wang Ming, and they said to Wang Ming that they really couldn't stand the evil god of subspace anymore, and they wanted to fight the evil god of subspace desperately.

"No! I can still hold on, I will never allow this to happen!"

Wang Ming looked at the various group leaders and yelled, this is not the last moment, he will not allow this to happen, this is left to fight for the Chaos Evil God, not to vent his temporary anger now, the important thing is What he wants is that he doesn't want to see all his brothers die here, unable to go home. He doesn't want his brothers to really die in this foreign country. This world is not even their world.

Thinking of this, Wang Ming suddenly thought of something. This is not their world, but why do they have such a great sense of responsibility for the humans here?

"No! Damn it, Tzeentch!"

Wang Ming was thinking about it and suddenly realized that something was wrong. His thoughts were affected again. It was definitely the influence of the Chaos Evil God. When Wang Ming thought of this, he suddenly heard a burst of laughter, a burst of distorted sounds like thousands of sounds. The laughter together, its ever-changing laughter, lingered in his brain.

"Get out!" the voice roared. His subspace essence was constantly being released, and his flames were constantly burning around him. Even his armor and the throne under him were burned away. Wang Ming He was standing naked in the command room, his eyes had turned completely golden, and he was burning his soul and everything about him.

As the time travelers burned themselves, Wang Ming was the one who couldn't bear it first. He couldn't allow the Chaos Evil God to invade his soul and the souls of the mortals on the fleet, and he couldn't allow his brothers to die!
"Go to hell with the Chaos Evil God!!"

Wang Ming roared angrily. The golden flames on his body burned him. His soul was ignited. In the sea of ​​his soul, his subspace essence was ignited. In an instant, it was like a lighthouse was erected on the sea. generally.

Its light drove away all evil spirits and destroyed all subspace entities that dared to approach them. The golden flames spread throughout the fleet, and at the same time, a feeling of extreme sadness appeared in the hearts of the travelers.

"Emperor? I'm not dead?"

Wang Ming looked at the big ball of light in front of him, and he looked confused. Didn't he say that after burning his soul, he really died? Why is he still alive?

"Wang Ming is sorry, I lied to you. Our souls are immortal, at least under the protection of that thing. This is true, but this will also cause you despair. You will experience countless time and step through countless worlds. , always fighting, never dying..."

The emperor looked at Wang Ming. His figure came out of the big ball of light. He looked at Wang Ming and put his hand on his head. As the emperor put his hand on Wang Ming's head, Wang Ming His consciousness returned directly to the real universe. He looked at the crying time-travelers in front of him. Wang Ming looked confused, while the time-travelers looked horrified.

"The boss is cheating!!"

Wang Ming and the time travelers just stared at each other. Silence was the bridge tonight. They looked at each other like this. Until Qin Ji yelled, the boss had cheated, and the time travelers started to mess around. They said that all kinds of evil spirits had dispersed. Of course, this was intentional. They were very glad that the boss was not dead.

"In other words, this thing can be used without restrictions."

In the command room, Wang Ming looked at the time travellers. He told them everything that had just happened. Then the leaders of the entrepreneurs began to analyze the situation and determined that Wang Ming's hand could be used without restriction. At that time, the travelers were about to start recuperating. Under the suggestion of Feng Fan, who did not want to be named, Wang Ming was like the big light bulb in subspace, constantly playing with self-destructing trucks, facing the surroundings In the subspace, as it continues to burn its soul, the golden light is flashing and almost passing through the real universe.

Wang Ming's hand was comfortable to use anyway, but those subspace demons were not. Every flash of golden light would kill a large number of demons and completely burn out their essence. For a time, this subspace The demons were wailing, and the demons even began to say that the "devil" of the real universe was coming. This was a bit of a rebellion against Tiangang.

However, Wang Ming, the time traveler, didn't care about this matter. The golden light was still flashing in the subspace. Wang Ming couldn't die anyway, so he just went to death.

Under the golden light, the fleet has also eliminated the possibility of being contaminated by the subspace. Now the partition has been closed, and now the fleet begins to sail freely in the subspace, just like a big light bulb that moves freely. , and it’s still flashing.

The demons were miserable, but happy songs were sung on the fleet. The mortal auxiliaries praised the great power of the Lord Protector and the gift of the God Emperor. The time-travelers praised Wang Ming's powerful power. The Emperor's Mantra recited by the machine, those machines that can spread sound in the vacuum, were once again arranged on the shell of the Sun Fortress, and the golden light was combined with the Emperor's Mantra recited by these machines, just like It was the saint on the golden throne who stepped down from the throne again. He led his fleet to cleanse the subspace and destroy each and every evil demon.

The demons looked at this golden light, wailed in pain, and kept cursing. Who brought these things in? This is like letting a group of plague gods in. The demons have lived for countless years. , but they have never seen such a scene. They have always invaded the real universe. No one has invaded the subspace. It is definitely that man’s demon army, absolutely!

"The effect is pretty good. I recommend doing it once a week."

Feng Fan looked at Wang Ming, whose soul was constantly burning in front of him. He laughed and said to Wang Ming, and Wang Ming's current state is not good. His burning soul has made his soul very tired. He feels that he is now Just like the emperor sitting on the golden throne, he has been squeezed dry, and he belongs.

He didn't stop. Just feel uncomfortable. He couldn't die anyway. As long as he could kill demons, he would be happier than anyone else. After 64 hours in the fleet, the existence of a certain subspace finally couldn't bear it. If he stopped, he would directly throw the entire fleet out of the subspace. If Wang Ming and the others continued like this, the demons in this subspace would probably be extinct.

"So... we can definitely counterattack the subspace, right?"

Hu Jin and the group leaders looked at Wang Ming. They said happily to Wang Ming. Wang Ming did not follow what they said. He just put on a robe. I picked up a data tablet and looked at it. Looking up the information on the casualties, too many mortal auxiliary troops died this time. The subspace is not a place that mortals can touch. The weird scenes in the subspace can kill mortals instantly. This time, suddenly entering the subspace , 120,000 mortal auxiliary troops in the entire fleet died, and more died in every battle for them. This could not happen again. Wang Ming would never allow this to happen again.

"Count the number of dead, engrave their names in the Hall of Valor in the Sun Fortress, find the location of their relatives, remove their pensions, look at their descendants in the fleet, and don't let their descendants perform combat duties..."

Wang Ming's tone contained a hint of decline. Too many people had died. Fortunately, a large number of mortal auxiliary troops were on the Sun Fortress. Otherwise, it is estimated that the number would have increased by more than a dozen. times.

"Yes!"

The time travelers also realized the seriousness of this problem. They recovered from the joy of being able to counterattack the subspace, and thought of their mortal brothers. They did not have demigod-like bodies like the Astartes. They The spirit of the Astartes is still not weaker than that of the Astartes. Some mortal auxiliaries are on the verge of mental collapse and force themselves to commit suicide. They know the horror of subspace. This is included in the education of these fleets, but it is not so clear. , they only know that humans will become a dangerous existence after touching the subspace. They do not want to endanger the fleet, nor do they want to threaten their comrades and Astartes brothers.