Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 26 Landing
The young psychic advisor held the strip of cloth full of sacred texts that had just been removed from his eyes, and softly recited obscure prayers. The pair of spiritual vision eyes that had looked directly at the light of the emperor cast their golden gaze into the sea of ​​souls, trying to capture the divine source of the high-speed signal from the warp.

The next moment, the powerful psyker fell to his knees trembling.

Viscous blood and tears kept dripping from his eyes, his face was full of a collapsed look after extreme fear, and he completely lost all willpower without even uttering a scream.

"Nothing...empty... nothingness... nothingness... the end..."

The psyker kept repeating several words with similar meanings, crying bitterly in endless fear.

"...Is there anyone watching me?"

In the cockpit of the speedboat, Russell suddenly felt a rather uncomfortable feeling of being spied on.He could vaguely feel that the observer came from the subspace, but he couldn't tell whether it was a spiritual entity swimming in the sea of ​​souls, or a psyker spying on himself through the subspace.

There is no way for him to do so, since he became a psyker, he has not received any systematic education. So far, he only knows a few basic psychic spells that he can learn naturally without learning.

If only I could get my hands on The Book of Magnus written by Magnus.

Of course, this can only be thought about. If he wants to get the only tome of witchcraft in the entire galaxy, Russell has to go to the Eye of Terror to find a friendly exchange with the "Thousand Sons".Currently, he doesn't have that strength.

Just when Russell wondered who was peeping at him, the peeping person had changed.

The chief navigator of the Blaze of Repentance: Alexei, the prophetess, has not been idle since the fleet entered the Falla galaxy, and has been observing the movement outside the galaxy through the spiritual divination array and her own spiritual vision.

The hive mind that unites the swarm fleet is a subspace shadow that eternally echoes the hunger signal. Psykers can judge the movement of the shadow by observing the tidal flow in the subspace, thereby predicting the arrival of the swarm.

But this is very dangerous. Direct observation of the powerful will of the hive is no different from looking directly at the evil god. Even if ordinary psykers only have a glimpse of it, their brains will be burned, and their psychic energy will lose control and become a distorted monster.

Only the prophetess who has been blessed by the emperor can take such a big risk to carefully observe the movement of the insect swarm for the fleet and judge the timing of evacuation.

After learning that his disciple had collapsed due to the observation of some unknown signal, Alexei temporarily turned his attention away from the endless void outside the galaxy, and turned his attention to the outer orbital battlefield where the battle situation was stalemate.

She judged that the danger level of that signal was not too high, because the psykers affected by it only experienced a short-term emotional breakdown, and did not lose control and become a distorted subspace demon.

It was this judgment that killed her.

In the turbulent sea of ​​souls, there are never-ending waves of psionic energy. Perhaps because of the thin population density of the Falla galaxy, the subspace turbulence here is gentler than other places in the galaxy.

The vision of the female prophet slowly swept across the wailing and roaring of countless fallen soldiers, and finally, she caught the "hole".

That was a literal void.

The vast and boundless subspace seems to have a hole pierced here, and a dark void stays there abruptly and naturally. No matter how turbulent the waves of the subspace flow through it, they will become gentle and docile, and then be attracted and swallowed.

Although the orientation concept of up, down, left, and right should not exist in the subspace, Alexei inexplicably feels that he is "looking up". That void hangs high and farther than any concept, like a dark eye indifferently looking down on the boundless and vast subspace, like an insatiable mouth greedily sucking the endless energy of the sea of ​​souls, never stopping.

What a terrifying sight it was...

The prophetess has looked directly at the human emperor in the form of the icy sun, and peered into the boundless shadow of the hive, but she has never been so desperate as she is now.

The moment she saw the "hole", endless fear overwhelmed her.Alexei collapsed on the ground, her body trembling and curled up into a ball, weeping uncontrollably.

"Who is this time again?" Russell was quite speechless sitting in the speedboat.

Now that the distance is getting closer, he can already vaguely feel that the sight peeping at him in the subspace comes from the side of the human fleet, but he can't lock it precisely yet.The feeling of being peeped by the soul projection in the subspace is uncomfortable, similar to meeting someone without clothes.

He put these things aside for the time being, and continued to sail the ship with psychic power, forcibly passing through the outer orbital battlefield, breaking through the layers of blockade of the imperial fleet and reaching the moon of war.

This interstellar speedboat with a simple structure drew a simple and rough straight line, and smashed straight into the steel plate on the moon's surface. The powerful impact and incredible speed caused its body to distort and deform when it fell, and finally became a discus shot on the surface of the combat moon.

A silver-gray blade protruded from the inside of the discus, slashing the iron like mud to cut a gap in the wreckage of the speedboat. Russell held the knife in his hand and walked out of the discus in disgrace.

"Marshal, your sailing skills are really poor." Gray Wind's voice of hating iron and steel came from his ears.

"I wanted to rush directly to the edge of the fort, but I didn't stop the car for a moment."

For the first time sailing, some mistakes are inevitable, right... Russell shook off the dust on his body, took out a breathing mask from his clothes, and put it on his face.

A few orphaned orc boys with stolen guns noticed this weird guy who suddenly appeared on the way to the battlefield. Just as they aimed at this side and before they pulled the trigger, a thick bolt of psychic lightning swept across them, burning them to ashes together with the beasts and their guns.

Psionic power, boy.

After venting his embarrassment on these unlucky green skins, Russell lowered his head in satisfaction and looked at the blue-purple arcs wrapped around his fingers.

He carried the knife back to the speedboat that had crashed into a discus, cut open the twisted metal shell with a blade full of psionic disintegration force fields, and buried himself in the wreckage looking for something.

Soon, he found it.

Russell held a long silver-gray knife in his left hand, and with his right hand, he took out a crystal ball-like object the size of a human skull from the wreckage of the speedboat, and held it in his hand.Inside this sphere is a dreamlike beautiful starry sky, and its composition is incredibly dense. If Russell is not a powerful psyker now, he would not be able to pick it up at all.

When the orc fleet first arrived in Falla, he chose to leave temporarily just to retrieve these two treasures:
Huntress' Blade, Wortum Reality Penetrator.

(End of this chapter)