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

(After reading the comments in the afternoon, I poked my head out of the ice cave in confusion)

Where did the gender-swap rumor come from! It's not that I absolutely would not do such a thing, but if I were to do it, I would definitely write a special chapter with a warning in advance! By the way, I have no plans to write such a special chapter so far!

(The confused seal, still not knowing where the rumor came from, quietly went back inside)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 192 Open Sesame

Chief think tank Lindrick is one of those suspicious people who wonders if the trip is going too smoothly.

The warp was still very peaceful, even too peaceful, even the Eye of Terror. Medusa was already quite close to the Eye of Terror, and Jerick was even closer. From a psychic perspective, Lindrick didn't need to pay too much attention to it, he could always feel the presence of this source of chaos - its presence could not be ignored.

But he didn't have much time to deal with the "suspicion" that was stuck in the middle state for himself, because he had been selected to be the first group of followers of the Gene Father to go to the ground, and was summoned to a hangar in the Iron Fist. He had to set off immediately according to the instructions given by the power armor and prepare for airborne.

Of course, his power armor was not only guiding him to the designated location, but also showing him the results of the survey of Jerick by the auspicious instrument on the warship from orbit not long ago. Lindrick had heard some stories from his gene father about ten thousand years ago, when there were some alien races living on this planet. He could not infer from those few words what kind of physiological structure the aliens who lived here in the past had, and he did not care about this, but the only thing that was certain was that even if they came back from death and were able to see Jerick again, they would never recognize that this planet was their home from the appearance alone, and they would no longer be able to live on it.

Ten thousand years ago, Ferrus Manus must have unleashed the wrath of the Empire here without reservation. Even ten thousand years later, Lindrick could clearly recognize from the readings transmitted to him by the auspex that the crust of this planet had been "razed to the ground" in a physical sense. Maybe it had an atmosphere, maybe not, but Lindrick concluded from the data he saw that even if it had, it had long been completely burned dry by the cyclone torpedoes. The endless violent collisions and explosions at that time must have affected Jerick's geomagnetism and rotation. After ten thousand years, this rocky solid planet should have been able to capture some of the free gases in the universe with its own mass and re-form a thin atmosphere, but it failed to do so.

Perhaps thanks to the defense system set up by the Primarch around the planet, no asteroids or meteorites seem to have successfully hit the surface of Jerick in the past ten thousand years, and most of its crust still retains traces of the war during the Great Crusade.

The main facility of Mimir's Treasury was underground. As part of the mission briefing, the planetary data that Lindrick read marked the location of the entrance to the Treasury. This part of the intelligence could obviously only come from his genetic father, because no matter how the Chief Librarian looked at it, he could only find piles of earth and stones that looked normal near the marked area.

He quickly gave up this pointless search and reconfirmed the gathering place on the planet's surface, then turned his attention back to his surroundings. He was already in the hangar, facing the Thunderhawk gunship that was ready to take off. The power armor automatically connected the wireless transmission protocol with the surrounding combat brothers who were ready to perform the same mission with him. The runes of teammates' identification lit up on the display screen inside the helmet, allowing him to check the status of friendly forces at any time.

What surprised Lindrick, but made sense upon closer thought, was that a Debbie suddenly appeared among the gray-black armor of Iron Hand.

This special crew member on the Destroyer's Claw was promoted to the Iron Fist by the Primarch himself at the beginning of this voyage. For Lindrick, considering this person's familiarity with ancient legends, his unique insights into psychic powers even though he is not a psyker, and most importantly, his contractual relationship with "Enkidu", a seemingly friendly Warp entity more widely recognized as the "Iron Man" in the Chapter, it is natural for the Primarch to make such a decision. But for the Chief Librarian, even with the introduction of an Iron Father and the Primarch seeming to be particularly tolerant of this person, he is still not sure whether he should trust him.

There was no specific reason for this subtle feeling, it was more of an intuition - the intuition of a psychic. Even though his various senses, including those of psychic power, were absolutely sure that there was nothing strange about this person's physiological structure, and that he was just an ordinary mortal who had not undergone any enhancement or transformation, he would still intuitively feel an obscure threat when he was too close to the other person.

The reason why Debit makes people feel "threatening" is not very clear. Ordinary people feel threatened when they get close to the muzzle of a bolter because they realize that the muzzle of a bolter can easily take their lives; psykers feel threatened when they get close to entities with strong warp power - Lindrick sometimes feels this kind of threat when he gets too close to Enkidu, but that's normal - because they know very well that this surging warp power can cause irreversible damage to them at any time. The kind of threat he vaguely feels from Debit is different from the above: he has never clearly found the source of this threat from Debit.

At least so far, this "threat" has not clearly affected anything, and after a detailed conversation with Malkan Ferros, Lindrick was willing to temporarily put aside the exploration of its root cause. He came to his senses and took a look at the mortal in the life-supporting void suit while boarding the plane, and then he once again confirmed: no matter how you look at it, he is just an ordinary mortal.

"Are you okay?" After securing himself in position, Lindrick finally couldn't help but ask Debbie, who was also fastening his seat belt.

"No problem." The latter didn't even raise his head, and the answer came out strangely from the helmet of the void suit.

"I mean the process of you following our gunship to the planet's surface." Because the other party's answer was too brief and decisive, Lindrick suspected that the other party did not understand what he meant, and added, "You are just a mortal, and you don't have any mechanical enhancement components on your body. Can you withstand the acceleration that will follow?"

"No problem," Debbie repeated. "I have participated in similar orbital-to-ground delivery with the Dovk clan on the Claw of Destruction. The acceleration caused by the flight does not exceed the limit of my enhanced magic, so I can land safely."

Lindrick closed his mouth doubtfully. According to the usual style of Iron Hands, since the person involved thinks it is okay, he will also think it is okay. But the chief think tank is still skeptical: Debit and his so-called "enhancement magic" had better be okay. After all, no one wants to find some minced meat in the void suit fixed in place after the Thunder Eagle lands.

If someone were willing to rank the comfort of using Imperial vehicles, the military equipment used by the Astartes, which is too focused on efficiency and effectiveness, would obviously be at the bottom. Among them, the vehicles of the Iron Hands are very likely to be the bottom of the bottom. Most of these Space Marines have excessive mechanical enhancements and take the thrust and overload of the Thunderhawk's descent as a matter of course, even though they are undoubtedly fatal to mortals.

But what surprised Lindrick was that Debit, who claimed that there was "no problem", did seem to be fine under such "torture". The words "boast" and "exaggeration" obviously did not exist in his dictionary. When the Thunderhawk gunship they were riding landed on the surface of the planet Jerick and all the people assigned to carry out this mission filed out of the cabin, Debit was obviously fine, just a little unsteady in his steps.

This negligible problem was obviously harmless. After Enkidu, who had followed along in spirit form, appeared beside Debit, it did not hinder their marching speed at all. The Chief Librarian led his team to the target location, joined up with the Primarch and the fighting brothers who were dropped to the ground from other aircraft, and waited for a while at the location of the treasure house entrance marked in the briefing. After another round of complex authentication, their Gene Father successfully opened the door to the underground facility.

The earth and rocks, holographic projections, and related materials used to forge the reflection readings of the auspicious instrument split apart with a rumbling vibration, revealing the golden gate hidden underneath. The shields and defense measures deployed nearby stopped working obediently during the mechanical operation, and the road surface that was simply tamped down led to the depths of the dark treasure house. At the moment when the flying dust and gravel temporarily subsided, lights began to burn in the deep alleys - the light was not much, still making the corridor dim, but for the Iron Hands living on the surface environment of Medusa, which was always dark and cold due to the thick atmosphere, this level of light was enough.

Things were still going very smoothly, which made Lindrick in the team twist his wrist uneasily, and then he held the Heartforged Staff tightly.

In his perception, the Eye of Fear remained calm.

Meow (six o'clock)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 193: It’s Not Right, But It’s Right

"I don't think it's right." After thinking for a while, Lindrick silently sent the text message to Debit's helmet. The chief think tank believed that as the first person to raise the issue of the name "Jerrick", he should be the best person to discuss this topic under the current circumstances. "It all went too smoothly."

Twenty seconds after this message was sent, Debbie successfully responded to Lindrick in the same way: "It's good to be successful. But we should not let our guard down."

"Are there any possible references in ancient legends?"

"Maybe, maybe not. But the only thing that's certain is that we shouldn't discuss this in detail above Jerick."

If it were another brother in the Chapter, he would probably be angry at such an ambiguous reply. But Lindrick was different. He was a think tank, and he knew the magic of language and the subtleties of fate. When they all thought that what was happening was not right, this excessive caution was not unnecessary.

"The subspace near this planet is too calm." Lindrick sent another text message to Debit. "Logically speaking, Jerick is so close to the Eye of Terror, almost on the edge of the Great Rift, the etheric environment here should not be so stable."

This time, he waited for about thirty seconds before receiving a reply from Debit: "I have not found any human factors in the nearby cosmic environment that could cause this situation. But if you want to explain it as a 'natural phenomenon', this itself is very abnormal."

Perhaps in the eyes of others, this exchange should have had a conclusion or two, but for Lindrick and Debbie, their conversation ended after they mutually confirmed that "this situation is not normal, but neither of them can find the reason."

On Jerick, the curtain of reality seemed stable. Both Lindrick and Debbie knew that such "seeming" things often had some undercurrents "beneath the surface". Although it was not advisable from a strategic point of view, they could only use the stupid method of "always paying attention to possible abnormalities around" to be alert to possible conspiracies.

But this conspiracy may not exist at all, at least no one has found evidence to prove it, so no one can stop Ferrus's plan based on this "suspicion" alone.

The whole team, led by the Primarch, entered the treasury. In the dim corridor, there was nothing that was obviously invaded by time except for the dust that had accumulated for thousands of years. It was unknown what function Ferrus had set for this treasury when he built it, but one thing that was obvious was that the corridor that the Iron Hands entered was very spacious, allowing them to deploy tactical formations without any obstacles, or easily send armored forces into the treasury. Various unactivated "defense measures" were clearly hung on the walls with almost no decorations. Some of the mechanical structures connected to the gun muzzles hanging from the ground were modified based on the ancient Imperial standard equipment, while others were obviously the great inventions of the Primarch himself. Regardless of whether they were facing the former or the latter, no one present would be foolish enough to try to challenge their power.

But there was one design intention that was easy for any Iron Hand present to see: the excessive firepower in the corridor did not seem to be to prevent intruders from the outside from entering, but to prevent something from the inside from leaving. This made many of them realize for the first time that what Ferrus Manus sealed in the Mimir Treasury was not only knowledge and technology, but also some threats that might be difficult for the Primarch to deal with.

After gradually realizing this, the mixed guards gathered around the Primarch felt a little threatened, but Ferrus Manus still walked at the front of the team with his head held high. The shadow cast by the Gorgon in the dim lighting of the corridor was like a huge and terrifying monster. Under the deterrence of this monster, both the defense system of the treasury itself and the abominable creatures lurking behind the locked doors inside it were quietly and obediently stagnated in place. This made the guards feel a little nervous.

Perhaps when building this treasure house, Ferrus himself never thought of letting anyone other than himself enter here alone. The walls around were the same style as the Iron Hands itself, with a consistent lack of decoration and cover, and various mechanical structures and pipelines were almost directly exposed. The lights here were dim, and there was a lack of clear signs. As long as you turned two or three corners and walked through two or three forks, the overly similar scenes around you made it difficult to figure out your location and the route back.

This may also be a reflection of the Gorgon's ingenious design, but this ingenious design obviously cannot cause any trouble to its designer. The Primarch never forgets. Even after 10,000 years, Ferrus still knows exactly where his past self placed the thing he is looking for, in which warehouse, in which stasis field, and what route he should take to reach his target location.

Led by the Primarch himself, the entire team took only fifteen minutes to reach the room they were looking for in this intricate, maze-like treasure house. After another round of identity authentication, the adamantine door shook off the dust and opened in front of Ferrus, revealing the space it guarded behind it, with ten stasis force fields in the activated state quietly flickering.

The Primarch of the Iron Hands paused for a moment, then walked into the room with certainty and took out the contents from one of the stasis fields: a toy generator that looked very much like a toy generator.

The style of this thing is totally out of place with the rough surroundings, so that when it came into everyone's sight, everyone felt a sense of psychedelia because of its bright colors and shiny paint. If it had not appeared in Mimir's treasury, I'm afraid anyone would have made the following judgment at first sight: This might be an enlightenment toy for aristocratic children, a classic but outdated hand-cranked generator, slightly larger than a preschooler, but the Primarch could still easily hold it in one hand, and the reasonable guess about its power generation efficiency was "shaking the joystick can light up one or two light bulbs", which was basically useless.

However, the fact that this thing appeared in Mimir's treasury may seem a little ridiculous at first glance, but there must be something unusual behind this "toy".

"Lindrick," the Primarch summoned the chief librarian of the group and asked, "I need a psyker's perspective. What do you think of it?"

Lindrick stepped forward, alerted himself, and after a thorough inspection of the thing in the Primarch's hand, he answered in confusion: "...I don't know, sir. The only thing I can be sure of is that it has no connection with the warp."

After a pause, the Chief Think Tank asked hesitantly: "But perhaps, this may also be because it is not operating in an activated state. If I can make it run, I may be able to see more."

"It's not wise to do that here," Ferrus replied. "Although this thing looks like a hand-cranked generator, I don't know what it is. It may be some kind of bad joke from the Dark Ages of Technology, or a crude imitation of a high-tech alien race. The only thing that is certain is that when it is turned on, the amount of electricity it generates can easily meet the energy needs of a hive world."

Lindrick stared at the device, which looked like a toy except that it was slightly larger, in disbelief. He guessed that everyone around him had the same feeling as he did. Ferrus didn't say anything more, but used the mechanical arm in his backpack to put the device away. He turned around and prepared to return to the capital to study it with more sophisticated instruments and more diverse methods on the Iron Fist.

"There's an emergency." Debbie's voice, muffled by his helmet, suddenly sounded from the edge of the team. "A corrupted ship of the Emperor's Children has strangely appeared in orbit."

This was of course bad news, but for most of the people present, it felt like the dust had settled. In a matter like this, whether a loyal Primarch could be completely resurrected, if everything went smoothly, it would make people feel uneasy. And when the Emperor's Children, the old enemy of the Iron Hands, appeared on the edge of this matter, it actually made people feel a kind of weird rationality.

"We will take care of this," said a voice from the Mixed Guard. "Scattered Chaos warbands pose no threat to our fleet, as long as our brothers in orbit can block -"

"That's not the problem. Their appearance was very strange." Debbie repeated emphatically, "Specifically, their ships almost appeared out of thin air in the orbit of the Iron Hands fleet."

This incident sounded so much like the joke of an ignorant drunken person that almost no one in the audience believed it immediately, except Lindrick:

——The chief think tank of Iron Hands suddenly had a strong, bad premonition from the bottom of his heart.

Miu (no more)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 194: Very Bad Tzeentch, Hate Comes from Hydra

To the fleets waiting in orbit, Debito's words, "The Emperor's Children ships appeared out of thin air among the Iron Hands fleet in orbit," were not a joke but reality.

Even when reviewing the incident afterwards, it was almost impossible to trace the source of the incident. All clues and evidence were annihilated by the twisted psychic energy and artillery fire at the time of the accident and within one minute and thirty seconds afterwards. The subspace may record everything, but its own violent and treacherous fluctuations have caused the fragments that recorded the facts to completely disappear in the depths of the vast ocean, and it is almost impossible to really call them back.

Therefore, no one knew that the accident originated from a technical sergeant named Ogus Kapo of the Hammonk clan - or a follower of Tzeentch named Bishop Zog of the Alpha Legion.

The real Ogus Kapo had died in a battle with the Dark Eldar. Or rather, he was framed by the Alpha Legion member named Bishop Zog, who died in the battle that took place almost thirty years ago, and then replaced him with the latter.

There is no need to talk about the past. Playing the role of a technical sergeant in a chapter, especially in a chapter like the Iron Hands, is obviously a challenge for anyone. But Bishop Zog succeeded. His thirst for knowledge made him not reveal any flaws in this professional position, and he successfully avoided the doubts of many of his colleagues in the chapter about his genes, memory, psychic power, mechanical enhancement, and tool-using habits. In the past thirty years or so, he has completely blended himself into the Hammonk clan, and no one really doubts him.

An unsuspected technical sergeant of the clan was walking around the battle barge while it was in operation, and this was a normal thing no matter how you looked at it.

Especially at this time when the Gene Father has returned. No one in the Iron Hands Chapter said it explicitly, but it was obvious that no one wanted something to go wrong at this time.

Speaking of the "return" of Ferrus Manus, this "accident" that was obviously beyond all plans was also the reason why Bishop Zog was so anxious. He did not show this anxiety to the outside world, but he was indeed eager to contact some of his colleagues - he meant, colleagues in the Alpha Legion.

This incident did cause a sensation in the Iron Hands Chapter and the area of ​​its influence. In the astropathic broadcasts of the Medusa Sector, even half of the Obscure Sector, and a small part of the Pacific Sector, similar messages began to be transmitted almost a month after the return of the Primarch. Indeed, countless expeditionary troops chose to return, and countless ships from the successor chapters also rushed to Medusa. But the galaxy is huge, and this is only a small part of the empire after all.

Just as it took more than a hundred years for Guilliman's Indomitable Crusade to barely stabilize the Empire's territory after the Great Rift opened, the breaking news of "Ferrus Manus's resurrection" would take at least five to ten years to spread throughout the Empire, even in the most favorable predictions.

But time waits for no one. Especially for someone like Bishop Zog, who is in a "big plan", this heavy information that is beyond any prediction is likely to have an uncertain impact on all aspects of the plan. He must contact other "companions" who are working towards the same goal as him in a timely manner to ensure that they all know the news immediately and start discussing a countermeasure that can enable the plan to proceed smoothly.

From this perspective, he may not be a qualified believer of Tzeentch, but he did receive some gifts from the Lord of Change due to various encounters. Bishop himself is not a psyker, as shown by the fact that he can even play the role of a senior technical sergeant in the Iron Hands Chapter without any obstacles and doubts. Even in the pursuit of knowledge, his areas of expertise are more inclined to the direction of physics and mechanics. Psyker is an aspect that he is unable to glimpse due to his talent, but after becoming a disciple of Tzeentch, he began to gradually realize that the use of certain sorcery does not necessarily require psyker potential.

With proper sacrifice and the blessing of the gods, even those without any talent can harness this mysterious power.

Bishop knew such a spell. This was a reward from a Lord of Change after he successfully joined the Iron Hands as a technical sergeant and directed the battles that the Hammonk clan participated in to the direction that the Lord of Change wanted to see nine times without leaving a trace. This was a spell used to communicate with a specific object far away in the sky. Under the favor of the Lord of Change, it was a more effective communication tool that was faster and more direct than long-distance astropathic communication and was not easily intercepted by others. The scroll given by the Lord of Change also thoughtfully marked out technical points such as "how to arrange the altar, what symbols to draw, how to choose the sacrifice, and how to offer the sacrifice". As long as all the steps were strictly followed, even someone with no qualifications like Bishop could successfully cast this spell and convey the information he wanted to the designated object.

The Iron Hands' technical sergeants were not necessarily bad at following strict engineering specifications, and the same was true for Bishop, who was pretending to be a technical sergeant. This meant that when he performed this spell, he never encountered any difficulties other than "how to collect sacrifices properly".

Fortunately, during this voyage, the most outstanding and experienced mortal servants from various clans in the regiment were transferred to serve the Iron Fist, which was setting sail for the first time in ten thousand years. Now, in most of the ships in the escort fleet, the management of mortal servants was in a delicate but tacitly tolerated state of chaos: there were too many novices, and some "unqualified" members would be "naturally eliminated" during this voyage, leaving only the more outstanding ones.

This higher loss rate than before gave Bishop an opportunity for his sacrifice ritual. He secretly set up an altar in his own hangar on this ship, and quickly "collected" ninety-nine sacrifices during the voyage. Even if the current management is still in a state of chaos, such a large-scale disappearance of mortal servants will still attract the attention of the brothers in the regiment. Fortunately, the management of servants on this ship is in the charge of the technical sergeant. He only needs to falsify the files appropriately, so that these servants will be gradually "lost" at an unnoticeable frequency "in the archive records".

After Bishop received the spell, he had successfully run it eight times using similar rituals, and each time it was equally stable and reliable. This gave the unqualified Tzeentch believer some inappropriate confidence: this would be the ninth time, and nine was the holy number of the Lord of Change. The great being would most likely be watching over the process of this ritual, and everything would go smoothly afterwards.

Judging from subsequent developments, the Lord of Change did indeed cast a gaze on Bishop as he had imagined - but obviously, it was not the kind of "gaze" that the Alpha Legion member had hoped for.

His ritual was activated with extraordinary success, and the great waves of the warp space unfolded before him in a way that even an unqualified fool could barely understand. The life force of the sacrifice was being smoothly extracted to maintain the tiny rift leading to the vast ocean. During this time, Bishop used some psionic components hidden in his backpack to encode the message he wanted to send - but at this moment, he felt something was wrong.

Even though he was dull in the art of psychic powers, he began to feel that the manifestation of this spell was different from the previous eight times: the warp rift in front of him, which should have remained an inconspicuous size, was expanding.

He didn't have time to think more carefully. For a person without any psychic talent, everything was over from the moment Bishop discovered that there was something "wrong" with the spell itself. He didn't understand why, and he didn't even have time to feel "panic". His soul was already caught in the claws of the laughing Lord of Change who had taught him the spell ritual nine years ago, and he suffered countless tortures in the endless spiritual light of the vast ocean. His body in the real world collapsed, and under the influence of the psychic energy that permeated the gradually expanding subspace rift, the flesh and blood, mechanical components on it, along with the wailing, painful, tortured but barely alive sacrifices around, were twisted and fused into the structure of the ship itself.

This was not the end, the rift was still expanding, the ship's own auspicious instrument began to send out warnings, and the think tank stationed in it sensed the source of the change - but it was too late.

This warship of the Hammonk clan was quickly swallowed into the warp from the technical sergeant's hangar - or rather, something was spit out from the hangar of this ship.

The curtain broke where it shouldn't have, and the accident happened. It was hard to understand for others, it didn't conform to the laws of physics, or even the laws of psychic energy, a ship painted with a lot of blasphemous symbols, decorated with countless "avant-garde art", many parts inexplicably showing a soft and delicate biomass feature, and according to normal logic, it should have been stranded and become a wreck long ago, but it was still able to move in the void. Just like that, without any reaction from the divination instruments of the Iron Hands Fleet, it "smashed" into the depths of the fleet - even "superimposed" and merged with a ship belonging to the war group that was originally anchored at that location in the physical coordinates.

The unbridled laughter of the Lord of Change came from the depths of the warp, and underneath it was the faint moan of the Lord of Pleasure. Under the common expectation of the two gods who had been in cahoots with each other in a sense, the vast ocean that had seemed too calm before began to surge.

This might be the first Emperor's Children ship to appear in this vicinity of the real universe, but it will definitely not be the last.

It was clear that a storm was coming.

Meow (six o'clock)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 195 It is important to keep a safe distance

Among the troops still stranded in Mimir's treasury, the first person besides Debit to realize that something was wrong was Chief Think Tank Lindrick:

The subspace that was strangely calm began to surge violently. It was as if the unreasonable calm before was just a lid on a container, while the inside of the container was still pressurized. Now, the lid was opened due to some external force, and all the chaotic and disordered evil things in the container were constantly ejected under excessive pressure.

——If we want to describe the current situation more specifically, the subspace corresponding to the airspace around Jerick has become a mess in a few seconds. Even the most experienced and fearless navigators would never dare to cross the Mandeville Point under such circumstances. Moreover, in this chaotic state, the curtain has indeed been torn somewhere, and the surging psychic energy is expanding the crack without scruples. Soon, specifically in about six to nine minutes, the influence of the unstable subspace on the material world will spread to the surface of the planet.

To put it more intuitively, they were blocked on this desolate planet by the warp storm and the sudden appearance of the Emperor's Children. Moreover, it was best to pray that the impact of psychic shock was taken into consideration during the design and construction of the Mimir Treasury, otherwise they would probably be attacked from both sides by some abnormal things locked in the Treasury.

"After directly breaking into the fleet, there is no doubt that the Emperor's Children's ships were paralyzed by the surrounding artillery fire within one minute and thirty seconds. The Iron Hands fleet is changing its formation in an orderly manner according to the emergency protocol, but at the location where the Emperor's Children's ships appeared, a rapidly expanding warp rift has appeared - more ships corrupted by the evil god are leaping into the real universe through it regardless of anything. With so many high-quality objects gathered in a too small space, gravity itself will cause chaos."

Because the impact of the subspace intrusion into reality has had a devastating impact on ground-to-orbit communications, Ferrus and his crew, who are currently marching rapidly from the underground treasure house to the surface, can only rely on Debit's real-time reports to understand the situation above orbit.

The latter was almost running at full speed at the speed of the Astartes' forced march, but compared with the fact that he could walk off the Thunderhawk gunship performing an orbital-to-ground transport mission almost unscathed, the fact that he could speak clearly and evenly while running was not so surprising.

"I believe my descendants can respond quickly." Ferrus' tone was cold, but underneath it was obvious that he was suppressing his burning anger. "Contact the members who remain on the ground. We must return to the Iron Fist as soon as possible."

"Excuse me, my lord, but I don't think this is a very good idea." Lindrick, who was horrified by the boiling warp, interjected, "The wave of the warp is quickly sweeping our entire fleet. The void is no longer safe."

Ferrus did not comment on this careless advice, and the person who answered the chief think tank was Debit: "There is no place nearby that can be called 'safe'."

The order was not changed, and the entire team quickly rushed out of the door of Mimir's Treasury. Then they had to stop where they were - the doomsday scene before them made everyone realize that what Debit said was correct.

If Ferrus Manus was not here, Lindrick would surely have made a more correct judgment after listening to Debbie's narration: Why does the Empire's standard procedure for faster-than-light space travel using warp technology require the existence of a "Mandeville Point" where ships can only enter and exit the warp?

This is the basics of basics. Anyone who is a little knowledgeable in the Empire should remember that the warp drive in the Imperial ship does not need to tear the curtain at a specific location - if you just do it, it can be anywhere. In theory, the Imperial ship can enter and exit the warp at any location the captain likes, but in practice, they must consider whether the gravitational interaction between a large mass ship that "appears or disappears out of thin air" and the surrounding environment will cause some consequences that no one wants to see.

This is the significance of the existence of the "Mandeville Point". It is not some kind of naturally existing cosmic geographical coordinate, but a "safe island" derived from meticulous and precise artificial calculations. It is usually located in a remote area of ​​a galaxy, unaffected by the rotation and revolution of any celestial body, and in an area with extremely low material density. Near this coordinate point, no matter how large the mass of a ship or even a fleet is, as long as the ships maintain the correct distance between each other so that the slight gravity they generate will not affect each other, there will be no accidents that no one wants to see.

As for the Emperor's Children ships that had now torn through the veil and jumped into the Iron Hands fleet, first of all, it was obvious that they did not jump out of the warp from the "safe area" near Mandeville Point, and secondly, it was obvious that they had no intention of keeping a distance from the enemy ships from the beginning to the end.

It's a very weird thing to say, but they really did, and it looked like they just wanted to ride bumper boats.

The kind that don't kill you.

These Astartes who had fallen into the servants of Chaos were rushing to drive their ships from the Warp into the well-prepared and tight firepower network of the Iron Hands with a joy and enthusiasm that was difficult for ordinary people to understand, as if they were unaware that this was a completely suicidal act - or perhaps, it was precisely because they realized this that they were even more excited.

The first ship of the Hammonk clan to have problems in the Iron Hands fleet, which physically overlapped with the first leaping warship of the Emperor's Children, had immediately executed the overload procedure of its core reactor the second the commander realized the problem, preparing to drag the blasphemous ship of the Traitors and the Fallen to destruction together with it; the friendly forces deployed around it also carried out emergency maneuvers and immediately adjusted the direction of their guns, tearing it into pieces with a salvo of macro-cannons with obviously excessive firepower within one minute and thirty seconds - but the impact had already been caused, and the consequences were already apparent.

Even though the Iron Hands responded quickly and ruthlessly without any problems, and even though the enemy ships had been ruthlessly dismembered into space junk by artillery fire in the brief time after they appeared and had no time to react, this part of mass that "appeared out of thin air" in the real universe still had an instantaneous impact on the surroundings: specifically, it caused the actions of other ships in the surrounding area to be about 0.2 seconds slower than expected when maneuvering and evading due to the influence of gravity.