Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 347
"I don't think it's funny!"

On the Unremitting Jihad after an emergency mobilization, on the eve of the fleet's departure, Calvin looked at the report on liquid metal in his hand and said.

The mechanical priest in front of him wanted to say something more, but Calvin ran out of time.

On the portholes on the bridge more than ten meters high, the thick fine gold armor is slowly lowering.In the remaining field of vision behind the thick bulletproof glass, the tearing hole in the real universe in front of the huge fleet is already faintly visible.

Withdrawing his vision from the direction of the porthole, Calvin turned his head to look at the mechanical priest in front of him:
"Let's schedule the experiment plan later, we are about to enter the subspace navigation state.

During this period, all experimental plans are suspended, and I don't want you to create any new 'surprises' for me at this point in time..."

"But... your will!"

The mechanical priest finally chose to obey, and then bowed slightly to show his respect and backed away.

Calvin watched the former leave until all the light from the porthole behind him disappeared, and the dome of the bridge was covered by the ship's own lighting.

Woo... woo... woo!
A loud siren resounded throughout the eight-kilometer-long space city, and yellow and red indicator lights lit up alternately in countless corridors and cabins.

Inside the huge battleship, the gray knights began to patrol around the interior of the battleship.

The members of the battleship other than the Gray Knight headquarters are strictly divided into three groups: on-duty-on-duty-dormant.

Except for the first group that is allowed to move around in the ship, the latter two can only appear in their own cabins.

In the engine room of the second half of the battleship, the mechanical priest is holding a solemn awakening ceremony of the mechanical god.

The holy bell was rang three times against the backdrop of prayers and incense, and the Geller position generators all over the battleship also woke up from dormancy, and embraced the entire battleship in a protective embrace.

boom!
The unspeakable voice resounded in the ears of every member of the fleet, making mortals dizzy;
The humans in each cabin fell into a temporary disability, and the battleship continued to move forward under the command inertia of the thinker.

Until the fleet reached the gap where reality was torn apart, the human fleet, which was as small as an insect from a distant perspective, disappeared into the huge energy portal in the next second...

hum...

A short and sharp tinnitus appeared in Calvin's mind. No matter how many times he participated in the subspace voyage, this feeling of weightlessness displeased him.

The huge pure energy environment oppressed his will, instinctively making him move closer to his subspace entity;

However, the powerful body serves as the anchor point for him to connect with reality, and it is firmly controlling his will, making it stay in reality stably.

In the spiritual field of vision, the entrance of the subspace in front is already surrounded by all kinds of strange creatures. Linking to the portal of reality makes the projection of the soul more obvious, and it also makes these demons who smell the smell more excited...

The second before the battleship entered the subspace was also the second before Geller's position covered the battleship.

"Killing! Endless killing!"

"Let go of your heart and embrace the ocean of desire..."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Only true knowledge is eternal..."

Xu Shi sensed the smell of fresh souls, and the subspace creatures whispered greedily and crazily, and they couldn't wait to appear in the ears of every psyker.

"Tranquility!" Calvin whispered, a moonlight flashed in the psionic projection...

The whispers all over the battleship stopped instantly, like a predator in the ecological chain, seeing a more terrifying existence a second before hunting.

The creatures near the subspace portal are fleeing frantically, and those unlucky ones who are too close have disappeared in the moonlight...

This situation is obviously not the first time, and the psykers on the battleship have long been commonplace.

Only the newly appointed astropaths were experiencing it for the first time. They stopped the defense of their minds with puzzled faces, not knowing whether they should continue.

By the throne, this may be the shortest subspace whisper they have ever heard in their lives...

After the fleet enters the subspace, the timer in the ship is 3 minutes.

Seeing that the self-inspection information from all parts of the battleship was collected on the bridge, the whole ship entered a stable state for the first subspace navigation after its official commissioning.

Calvin and Fleet Admiral Tibbers gestured across the air, then got up from the throne at the highest point of the bridge and left.

He was walking alone in the tall corridor, holding a crystal bottle in his hand, under the light above his head, there was occasional silver light shining through it.

Calvin was not satisfied with the progress of liquid metal research.He decided to do some personal exploration of these unexpected gains in his own exclusive laboratory...
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Those who are dissatisfied with the current job include Calvin, who is far away from Feldman, and His Excellency Hounthorn, the commander of the Imperial Fists on Ophelia 7.

In the context of the failure of the naval battle in the galaxy, the homeland defense fleet almost failed to cause any trouble to the enemy, and it was easily wiped out.

This high-ranking officer of the Imperial Fist, known for his defense, obviously had too many reasons to complain.

But this is not his style. Donne's blood not only makes him as hard as a stone when the war comes, but also makes his mouth as silent as a stone.

"So, Father Farias, a visiting scholar from the foundry world of Huangquan No. [-].

As you said, your spaceship was forced to land in Sisi Province after being affected by the naval battle in the galaxy 6 hours ago? "

In the underground fortress of the City of Divine Grace, the capital of Ophelia, Hornthorne looked at the strange mechanical priest brought up by the guards, and said suspiciously to the visitor.

The latter met Hornthorne's gaze quite calmly.

His mechanical prosthesis took out a data pad from behind, performed a few simple operations on it, and then handed it out to the Astartes in front of him:

"Yes, the God of Myriad Opportunities testifies.

Not long after I was unfortunately involved in the battle between the two frigates, a torpedo from your frigate hit my ship.

All the above situations have complete data records, and you can check them one by one from the logbook of my ship. "

"……All right."

After checking the files on the data board repeatedly, but not finding anything unusual, the Imperial Fist returned the data to its owner, and announced the latter's next fate.

"Then, according to the Olympia agreement, Father Farias, you have been temporarily conscripted!
The realm of the Empire is under attack by traitors, and we hope you can help us with the knowledge bestowed upon you by the Emperor. "

"It's a great honor." The priest bowed slightly and was led away by the guards.

Hornthorne watched the priest leave for a long time, and then gave orders to the guards who came back.

"Send someone to watch him until the people who forge the world take him away."

"Yes!"

　Supplementary update, a little bit of Kawen.But after thinking about it all night, I still feel that the existing text narrative is already the optimal solution to the narrative structure within the author's ability...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)