How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 52 The horror of the religious filter. I can’t write about it.
Leslie Cole knelt before his makeshift shrine and prayed devoutly.He is an Astropath and a devout believer in the state religion. He trusts and worships the majesty and supreme power of the God-Emperor.

This devotion had not brought him any perceptible help in his previous work, and he did not consider himself fundamentally different from other astropaths.Even though he had risen to the rank of Chief Cantor of the Astropathic Choir during his century-long career with the Destruction Claw, he still firmly believed this.

Faith can strengthen his will in the turbulence of the highest heaven, protect his thoughts, and prevent him from falling due to impurity or being corrupted by the power of chaos.Leslie's faith was not born from this, but he was already satisfied with it and did not expect more.

But today, he began to wonder whether his piety indeed made the God-Emperor hear his prayers. He was excited and joyful by this imagination, and then became more pious.

In fact, when the accident first occurred, the entire upper level of the ship and departments not related to combat were not very clear about what happened on the ship, and the same was true for Leslie.Everyone in the Star Talisman heard the warning sound from the ship's internal broadcast and confirmed that the area they were in was more tightly sealed, just like every time the warship was gang-banged.

It is not common to be gang-jumped in subspace. Although Leslie has heard of this tactic, this is the first time in a century that he has actually experienced it.He felt a little nervous in his heart, but as the chief singer of the choir, he tried his best to hide his uneasiness in his heart, and used a strong attitude to unite the younger, inexperienced, and obviously disorganized members under his command.

He assumed that Geller's position had expired (which was indeed the case), and asked everyone to stay quietly in their seats and enter a meditative state to resist the erosion of the subspace, and to be ready at all times - half of the people could relax a little, and the other half One must always pay attention to the communication with the bridge, and be ready to use one's abilities according to the command's orders at any time: whether it is to send astrological messages for one's own job, or to use one's powerful psychic powers connected with the God-Emperor to fight in times of crisis.

From the bottom of his heart, Leslie didn't want the situation to happen: if things really came to that point, he didn't know whether he would be able to do what he should do well.He has always been easily nervous, and it was even worse when he was young. He would panic when something happened. He is better now. At least he knows how to pretend to be calm and composed, but he is also limited in nature.

His strength really calmed the choir's mood, and everyone waited quietly in the steeple.Only he knew that that period was very painful for Leslie.He had to tightly hold the pendant with the emblem of the state religion hidden under his robe and recite the prayers of the state religion constantly to barely control his thoughts from falling into a more terrifying abyss.

It's a pity that although he barely controlled his thinking, he couldn't prevent the situation from sliding into a more terrifying abyss.The first problem that occurred was that the communication was cut off. At this time, they could still comfort themselves that this was normal. The enemy always attacked the ship's internal communication system first to hinder the support dispatch; then, there was a terrible shaking on the ship, and In the spire at the edge of the ship, it was difficult to tell whether the impact that caused it came from the inside or outside, but no matter what, it was obviously not a good sign; after that, almost all the members of the chorus felt keenly that there was something evil. Something came to this ship.

It's a vague, rather unreliable feeling, but almost every psyker's premonition makes sense.Leslie didn't know what had gotten into the boat by what means, and he couldn't tell what the problem was specifically, but he clearly sensed a threat that seemed like death was close at hand.

He still forced himself to appear calm, and could even comfort the worried young psykers so that their emotions would not fluctuate too much and lead to something worse - but in fact, If a pen and a piece of paper had been put in his hand at that time, he would have immediately cried and started writing a suicide note on the ground.

I don't know how long this time lasted. Those with weak minds began to attract unclean things driven by excessive tension, and were soon automatically executed by the agency corresponding to the seat under Leslie's order.The outermost astrological spire of the ship should not be able to sense anything after its communications are cut off, but Leslie always suspects that unknown enemies have approached the adamantine gates and killing corridors that isolate them.Every vibration of the ground and walls made him tremble. He repeatedly persuaded himself to stop these random speculations, but after an unknown period of time, he realized that such a thing seemed to be happening.

Everyone heard the gunshot explosions getting closer and closer, and felt the vibrations getting stronger and stronger, until the signs were clear enough that they could no longer deceive themselves.In desperation, Leslie organizes his remaining choir members. No matter what fate they are about to encounter - whether they are killed or captured and tortured, they have to do something.

The last barrier disintegrated amidst the sour scratches and explosions, and the heat that was enough to melt fine gold roasted everyone's cheeks until it hurt.After a few seconds, all the light, smoke, and water vapor dissipated, and Leslie discovered that there was only one person standing in the gap of the damaged door:

Debit Zem Void, after the Claw of Destruction carried out a mission to wipe out the Genestealer sect on a planet in the Calixis sector a few months ago, he inexplicably appeared on the ship's astronomy. Geologist - A researcher who focuses on astronomical phenomena and changes in star maps in the physical world.Leslie himself was not familiar with this professional division, but he did sometimes see the young man talking to the Navigators.

He didn't understand why this young man appeared here, he didn't understand why he could break through the defenses under the Star Talisman Tower by himself, and he didn't understand what he was doing - and the young man with rare purple eyes The person did not give him time to understand, but directly issued an imperative sentence to everyone present: "The upper level is no longer safe. If you want to survive, come with me to the middle level."

The young man did not explain, but after saying these words, he turned around and left along the way he came.The whole thing was so sudden that Leslie couldn't think—but maybe, he used this to force others to be unable to think and have to act according to his orders?Leslie didn't know, but if that was the case, then Debit succeeded.

"Follow him," he turned back to the remaining choir members.

Judging from the results, this was a correct decision: the defense on the Astropath Spire, which had been completely destroyed once, could not provide any protection in any sense, and following Debit all the way down successfully defeated most of the remaining Astropaths. They survived safely.But if you look at the process... Leslie can only say that it was the most terrifying experience in his life.

The navigator's tower has fallen, and some evil mind originating from a warp entity lingers in the upper levels of the ship, ready to pick up any soul it can touch.A psyker's mind would be doomed if it had even the slightest contact with it, but Debit interfered with the communication between the two in a way that the psyker could not understand.

Leslie's memory only goes so far.More things seemed to be shrouded in fog, and his instinctive desire to survive also warned him not to explore too much. He only remembered that it was not a very comfortable journey.Only two of the people he brought out from the spire were lost during the journey, but one more person was found to be completely crazy after arriving at a safe place in the middle of the ship.Crazy psykers are inherently dangerous, and the current ship is drifting in the warp, and was directly ordered to be executed by the temporary commander of the Iron Hands.

No one expressed any objection to this. Only Debit himself showed an expression that was close to "pity" in a moment that seemed like an illusion.Leslie caught a glimpse of this, but he wasn't sure if it was an illusion.

Immediately afterwards, the psykers (Leslie noticed here that there were only two Navigators left) were placed collectively in a temporarily empty hangar, manned by a handful of Chapter recruits.The servitors built some basic facilities for them to sit and lie down on, and they themselves found a way to collect some fabrics to resist the severe cold caused by the lack of heating.

After settling down a bit, they gathered together and talked quietly in the cold fog.Everyone can feel that there is something obscure and huge in this space, but no one can tell what it is.Navigators who are more sensitive to the waves of subspace said that this existence blocked part of the malice of the Supreme Sky, and Leslie himself did not feel any clear hostility.

But something really doesn't feel right.They were anxiously discussing whether they should disturb the temporary commander in the battle with this matter, and the two surviving navigators suddenly shouted like crazy:

"Light...is light!" They danced and pointed in a direction in the void, so excited that they could hardly speak complete sentences.The noise made by these two people even alerted the monks stationed nearby, but Leslie did not feel any signs of loss of control and depravity from them.

Just when he was doubting, a star language sent over a wide area penetrated the minds of all the members of the choir present like a sharp cone: it came very close, and the content was very simple, asking about the current situation of the battle group.

This was obviously a more important matter, and Leslie immediately informed the commander of the news, and at the request of the other party, he sent a reply in astral weaving - while using psionic power to cast the content of the communication, he realized , facing the direction pointed by the navigator.

Then he also saw it: the power of the God Emperor was quietly suspended in the subspace.

　None today.Calculated, today is actually almost 6k!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)