This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 135 Opto Galaxy

The Dawn was moving towards its destination in the warp, and the waves were surprisingly calm.

If someone tries to look outside, they might see a void that isolates those crazy illusions.

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The navigator feels so useless.

Sailing in the subspace shouldn't be like this. Inside the ship, you not only have to monitor the instruments and colleagues at all times, you even have to monitor every steel plate to prevent it from suddenly growing flesh and blood to bite you.

Outside the ship, you not only have to watch those bizarre and strange worlds and resist the malicious prying eyes in them, but also communicate with the captain in time to avoid dangers such as ether reefs and space wrecks floating in the subspace.

but now.

Led by the Dawn, the fleet nimbly navigated the waves of the Warp, dodging ethereal reefs and bizarre Warp-native species like fish swimming among corals. The machine spirits emitted cheerful sounds, and the Geller force fields of the entire fleet were operating stably.

She has been navigating all her life, and except for this expedition, she has never experienced such an easy navigation activity.

The navigator even felt a little bored, because there was really nothing that required her to be alert and vigilant. She only needed to stare at the front like the drivers of those rail transport devices and report on time.

And all this.
The navigator couldn't help but think of the new owners of the four ships.

She originally didn't really believe in the state religion, because the Navigator family knew more about the Emperor than most people in the Empire, but now she felt that she had to believe in it a little and bask in the glory of these ancient warriors.

"Ramesses, how long will it take to reach our destination?"

Romulus was staring at the combat reports from all parties and constantly calculating various plans.

The battle was almost taken over by the Astartes of the Imperial Fist line by default, after all, their opponents were the Iron Warriors.

"Two hours—let me tell you the truth."

Ramses muttered something subconsciously, then faced the death gaze from behind him and casually clicked on a demon.

"One hour and 1 minutes."

Ramses reported quickly.

"Well, what's next?"

But Ramses' divination was not over yet, his thoughts were still wandering in the highest sky, and he began to capture the information of this planet.

The four of them are not under the observation of the subspace, so the predictions directly about them are inaccurate, but it is still possible to predict some information.

In the scene revealed by the prophecy, the ship will be exposed to the firepower of an Ark Eldar fleet the moment it surfaces, and the Dawn will be regarded as an enemy by the Eldar warships and will be attacked immediately.

Ramses then reported the results of these divinations.

"Ark Eldar?"

Romulus looked surprised.

"Isn't it about the Dark Eldar slave-hunting team that attacked the Opt system?"

"They must be mercenaries. Why is the composition of this planet so mixed?"

Ramses seemed to see something strange.

"for example?"

"Black and white bean sprouts, Chaos traitors, stray lions tearing each other apart, and a fancy mask."

Ramses reported two specific and two vague ones.

"We need to go out and see for ourselves first. Prophecy isn't omnipotent, otherwise Carlos would stick to us forever."

"Okay, notify all fleets and prepare for battle."

Romulus waved his hand and started letting the astropath make psychic calls.

The time travelers are the old guys who adapt to the current situation the fastest.

Compared to Dracula and the others, whose expressions of devastation appeared when they saw the Black Templars use the Emperor Tarot for divination and actually got it right, the four time travelers were surprisingly receptive to this kind of metaphysics that was incompatible with the era of space technology.

He can perform all kinds of ritual operations with ease, and studies various versions of the holy words of the state religion every day, hoping to defeat a certain original body in a debate in the future.

They would go to pay their respects to things like the Machine Spirits from time to time, but those Machine Spirits seemed to be afraid of them, and paying their respects only made them more agitated. However, their work enthusiasm was also unexpectedly high, so everyone would go to pay their respects more often when they had nothing to do.

Anyway, if it’s useful, then use it.

Well, I can only say that it is like this when you are not affected by the subspace. Just enjoy the benefits, and everything will be so beautiful.

"Romulus, we've arrived."

"it is good."

Romulus, sitting on the command throne, responded quickly. "Fleet, prepare! Activate the warp engines, tear the veil, and prepare to ascend. All weapons teams, please load ammunition and be ready to respond to any attack."

As the warp engine released tremendous energy, the veil between reality and illusion was torn apart, and the tide of warp quickly pushed the starship into the Opt system.

As expected, the Chaos ships of the Eldar and Iron Warriors were fighting at the edge of the system.

Currently, the Eldar ships were at a disadvantage. These ships, equipped with star sails and able to manipulate particles at will, were extremely flexible. Although they were fast, they were outnumbered and were forced into a corner of the galaxy by the Iron Warriors' battle groups.

In addition, there is a small fleet that is free to resist the attacks of the Dark Eldar.

"Prioritize the annihilation of the aliens."

Quickly assessing the situation, Romulus ordered: "Keep a distance from the traitor fleet, we will encircle it from the side."

The expeditionary fleet is still in the process of migrating, and because the number is too large, this process will last more than ten minutes.

"Fire."

The artillery priest calculated the data and transmitted the order to various facilities along with the Thinker Array, and the macro cannons began to fire one by one.

Before the bombardment results were confirmed, the machine began to work hard amid the roar of the machine spirit.

The Mechanicus' ships did not have clans that had been operating artillery since birth. The conveyor belt took out projectiles from the ammunition depot, and within thirty seconds the automatic loading facility pushed the giant shells with a diameter of dozens of meters into the electromagnetic acceleration chamber that had not yet cooled down.

But apart from the sporadic success of the light spear, the macro cannon did not hit a single target.

"There's a very powerful prophet on the other side."

Ramses looked as if he had expected it.

This is how the Eldar are. Prophecy is engraved in their bones. When faced with any difficulties, they just calculate the results. Psychic energy has permeated every aspect of their lives.

It is precisely for this reason that their certainty about prophecies has reached a superstitious level.

Because these calculations are usually accurate, there is no reason why they would be inaccurate when it comes to their destruction.

"Can you counter it?"

Romulus asked, quickly ordering the battleship to use its macrocannon batteries on the Iron Warriors.

"Then an ancient sage will have to teach me."

Ramses shrugged. He was a pure self-taught man, and all his abilities were acquired through hard work and sweat.

"The enemy has boarded the ship."

The navigator's voice came from the command system.

These beings are not only capable of performing navigation duties, they also far surpass ordinary psykers in the application of psychic powers.

A prophetic psyker is no less powerful than an Eldar seer.

"Thank you for your reminder."

Ramses' gaze quickly turned outside the universe.

It was a group of Eldar tribe warriors, and a prophet was guiding them in psychic teleportation.

Just by looking at their attire, Ramses could tell that this was a tribe of howling banshees, warriors who specialized in assault warfare.

Their target, naturally, was the Dawn, a starship that had suddenly entered the battlefield but was firmly protected in the core area by its colleagues.

"The Eldar's prophecy is truly accurate."

Ramses sighed.

With a flash of psychic light on the other side of the universe, the howling banshees completed the teleportation.

Their heads were evenly arranged on the open deck of the bridge, and their bodies were integrated with the thick deck. Beneath the screaming masks that could bring countless fears to the enemy, only the breath of death overflowed.

This scene made the Invincible Guards guarding Romulus feel a little uncomfortable.

When the Battle of Calth ended, they recovered the remains of many of their battle brothers, and they were all in such a miserable state.

Because the waves of the warp interfered with the teleportation beacon, many soldiers who were teleported to board the ship died directly in the wall of the battleship.

"The transmission is irregular."

Ramses, who had slightly disrupted the enemy's teleportation destination, smiled and said to Romulus:

"Arthur, lend it to me."

(End of this chapter)