God Emperor’s Angel of Death

His home is a house on a hillside overlooking the vast salt pan.

At sunset, the sky is as golden as a fire. Every night, a patch of Fire Insect wanders on the ground.

Little Bachram imagined them as navigators in the sky, drawing a secret route between the void and the distorted subspace.

Sometimes, from here, he can still see the Imperium naval battleship and transport ships taking off and landing from the huge tarmac of the nest. Judging from such a long distance, these ships seem to be in the sky. Fire Insect.

At that time, his father would hold Bachram with his fleshy arms, point to the sky, and show him every passing ship and spaceship.

When he was a child, Bachram had a plastic-steel-carved toy fearless mecha. He would pick up the toy when his father held him and let the toy fight the ship in the sky.

Before the sun sets completely, their family will sit in front of the oil burning stove.

Sometimes, he is the little Bachram, and after a while, in the flames, his face becomes a strong giant again.

Bahram grumbled and turned over, realizing that he was dreaming, so he said goodbye to his family and woke up reluctantly.

The air in the room is stale and uncomfortable.

His room is very small, the curved ceiling is very low, and the small built-in light is on at the lowest brightness-Bachram adjusted it to this position before resting.

The quasi-Space Marine got up and put on scattered clothes—trousers, shirts, army boots, and a robe decorated with a double-headed eagle logo on the collar.

Now they are in a non-combat state, and they don’t need to wear armor all the time.

Cleaning up the room briefly, Bachram

opened the cabin door and walked into the long black cabin ladder.

The air here is hot and suffocating, but at least the air is flowing under the action of the air circulation system in the black grille under the floor.

benefit.

At this time, it is the night cycle time inside the ship, and the lights are very dim.

The noise of a huge Generator was heard in the distance, and the slight trembling of the metal surface that followed, and even the air shook as a result.

He walked alone in the aisle inside the huge hull building for 15 minutes, but he didn't even meet him alone.

At the intersection of the aisles, he boarded the main elevator, entered his password on the rune board on the wall, and the elevator made periodic electromagnetic noises, and a three-second synthetic representation of the elevator The chant that is about to start.

Soon, 20 bas-relief glass runes slowly lit up in the polished brass indicator board,

The elevator doors opened with a man-made chorus.

Bahram walked into the glass cabin-this is a transparent dome made of ultra-high-density glass with a radius of 100 meters, which is the most peaceful place in the ship.

Outside the glass, the huge objectionable scenery is distorted by the filtering effect of the special restraining force field.

Dark, streaks of light, indescribable colors of streaks or nets, and the intersection of light and dark bands of light are retreating at super high speed.

That is the supreme sky, the subspace—the non-material realm outside the hull of this giant battleship named Unbound Soul, which is constantly moving.

When he saw the Unbound Soul for the first time through the heavy cockpit glass of the orbital shuttle, the whole person was in awe. This is an ancient battleship, a battle-tested ship. Old ship.

At the same time, it is also the flagship of Astral Knight Chapter.

Through the engine room, he can see the ship hull that is more than ten kilometers long, like a slanted streamlined church. The transportation indicator lights at the huge hatch are constantly flashing. The tower is carved with bas-relief, and between the stack and the tower is a group of sentry turrets like fangs.

There are thousands of windows on the hull with green internal lights. In the flames of the sun’s rays of light below the hull, the surface of the fat nozzle is blazing with the multi-unit vector thruster. It turns dark when it's roasted.

Through the glass, looking at the undulating flow of light outside like a festering wound, Bachram couldn’t help but pray in a low voice: Dear God Emperor, please don’t let us have any trouble in the subspace .

The battleship is now moving towards Nathan IV. Their hometown may take a few months to arrive, followed by the fleet of white sanctuary and holy blood angels.

However, a news he heard not long ago suddenly appeared in his mind.

That was what the Chief Chapter told him personally. The think tank of the Holy Blood Angel was not killed in battle, but when he asked him about the situation of the other party, the Chief Chapter asked him not to ask any more and just forgot about it.

At first Bachram was still a little confused. Is there anything wrong with Calistarius? Could it be that the opponent has been so seriously injured that he has been buried in fearless? What else do I need to do?

He cursed his incompetence, if he was stronger.

Even now, he has not been completely relieved about this matter.

Bahram walked past the segmented railings on the edge of the cabin and leaned against the wall. The huge subspace was twisted and trembling in front of his eyes, like a silky milk-white tendril Licking the glass dome.

This glass cabin is one of the three subspace observatories on the Unbound Soul, and it is used by navigators to observe the void.

In the center of the cabin, there stands a huge gear-structured machine—a telescope with a human sensory center is installed on it. The holy flag bearers and optical surveyors are walking back and forth on it, observing the vortex, The analyzed and processed observation data and star maps are transmitted to the highest command room of the Unbound Soul six kilometers away through the buzzing crystal stack.

Although the observation room is not a forbidden place, it is not suitable for those who are new to subspace travel.

It is said that if it is not protected by this layer of glass, even a glance can make the strongest Star Whisperers insanity.

The chant of the elevator has conveyed this danger to him, but Bachram has already seen the subspace and has gone through more than a dozen transitions.

Moreover, after being filtered, the turbulence of the subspace has become somewhat comfortable, as if this devastating vortex can give his mind a good rest.

It's strange, he thinks it is suitable for thinking.

On the wall of the cabin edge, on the polished and smooth iron scroll of honor that has not been written, many navigators’ names are engraved, and each name is engraved with a short description, telling People in the world, in what position and when they sacrificed.

Suddenly, Bachram noticed that everything in front of him suddenly became blurred, and when he was reconciled, he was already on a huge battlefield.

He could hear the enemy’s transport machine crushing the ground with his hydraulic mechanical legs, moving towards the air was filled with sharp blood-red bullets, splashing death on the ground.

A memory of tension and fatigue swept through them. They used laser firepower and grenades to open an assault spearhead, directly breaking through the stacked enemy fortifications.

He could see a laser shot directly from the observation port of a fortress, detonating the ammunition inside.

He could see the squad flying the flag of Imperium, after they ran out of their last energy magazine, they carried out a bayonet charge together.

He could see the towering guard tower collapsed and capsized under the continuous bombardment of artillery.

He can see countless dead people, standing up from the flames and mud.

He can see a flag with a black eye with eight arrows on it, staring at him with resentful gaze.

next moment, he opened his eyes, and those images disappeared immediately.

The subspace outside the porthole is still whipping his eyes and hitting the glass wall, but it's just that.

Is everything an illusion just now?

Just as he was about to turn around and walk back to his room, suddenly, the elevator door of the top transport cabin opened quietly, and he heard a chorus that served as a warning.