This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 54 The Great Devourer?
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The raindrops hit the portholes, and before anyone knew it, the depressions on the outer deck of the Dawn had absorbed a large amount of rainwater.

It's scary, it actually rains in outer space.

Arthur stood at the window, looking at the galaxy covered with dust clouds, slightly lost in thought.

'Are we still in the Warp?'

He turned his head and glanced at Aglaia beside him.

The judge was also lost in thought as he looked at the scene outside.

Arthur was a little confused. He was curious about what kind of cosmic phenomenon this was. Could it be that the laws of physics had such a magical side?

"Aglaia."

"grown ups?"

Aglaia withdrew her gaze.

She looked very unhappy.

“This phenomenon.”

Arthur pointed at the rain outside the window.

"Could you please explain this to me?"

"This is a special phenomenon that occurs when the Warp overlaps with reality. It usually appears at the Mandeville Point, indicating that a powerful Warp might be watching this place. It's a sign that the Mandeville Anchor Point is collapsing into a reality ulcer."

Aglaia quickly picked up the small notebook and wrote something down, then replied.

After a long journey through the warp, she understood that these ancient warriors placed greater emphasis on efficiency. Although they were polite in their words, they did not care much about complicated etiquette.

"How many?"

The tip of Aglaia's shorthand pen pierced the parchment, and the ink trembled and shimmered under the stars, as if tiny silver parasites were swimming.

"Plural."

For the gaze of every Warp Power is sharp and terrifying, the molten iron rain from the Brass Fortress can burn through void shields, and the blood crystal hail from the Garden of Pleasure can implant illusions of parasitic brains.

If there were no other forces restraining them, it would not appear as harmless rain. They would not be standing here safely now, but would have to go to the lower deck to clear out the plague zombies.

"However, the current impact of this type of anomaly is much more harmless than recorded."

After describing in detail to Arthur the causes of rain, Aglaia added another sentence.

"."

It's bad news as soon as you enter this space.

Who else could be watching under the gaze of the powerful beings in the subspace except those four?

Looking away, Arthur noticed that the holy seal pendant on the Inquisitor's neck was spinning wildly.

squeak - ah -

A teeth-grinding sound was heard, and the ship suddenly tilted 45 degrees.

He immediately grasped the hilt, and the runes on the power sword glowed brightly.

Arthur propped up the two fallen crew members with one arm. Through the now upside-down observation window, he saw tens of thousands of raindrops weaving a luminous neural network across the universe, each droplet reflecting a completely different nightmare scene:

Some envelop the burning city of perfection, some contain the gluttonous four-armed strange figure, and some are extracting the tombstone inscriptions of the ancient Eldar Empire's history.

Aglaia pulled off the servoskull. This skull without a voice box screamed at this moment, and its electronic eyes were constantly playing execution images from an unknown period.

"Order all fleets to close portholes! Immediately. Violators will be executed."

Aglaia took out a hand cannon and blew up the servo skull that had begun to proliferate flesh and blood. She couldn't help but secretly feel fortunate that she still had the habit of backing up information.

"Quickly close the hatch and resume subspace navigation."

Romulus reacted quickly, ordering the ships to remain enclosed in the Warp, and delivered this order to the entire fleet.

Now the astropaths on the ship are under the management of Ramses. With the existence of a safe house, the safety of communication can be guaranteed.

The moment the portholes were closed, the entire warship seemed to be completely isolated from the outside world and began to restore balance.

“Is this a historical image from the past?”

Arthur looked at the somewhat depressed Aglaia. "Huh?"

Aglaia's face was full of confusion.

"."

It seems that others can't see it.

Arthur turned his head to look at the people on the bridge who had turned away from him from the beginning but were still listless, as well as the time travelers who seemed to be lost in thought.

Or, can only beings unaffected by the warp see it?
"I saw the Word Bearers."

The Word Bearers, these corrupted Chaos Space Marines always appear with various heretical rituals.

"Are you sure, my lord?"

"It's a Legion-era livery, there's no mistaking it."

To be honest, Arthur didn't know what the burning ruins were at first, but when he saw the Word Bearers, he remembered that it was probably the Perfect City.

"That is hardly good news, my lord."

After hearing Arthur's retelling, Aglaia couldn't help but rub her brows, but she didn't choose to question it.

After all, these adults, well, she is very clear about their identities.

If what was projected in the rain just now was history, it meant that the ceremony of the Grand Inquisitor had already begun.

Moreover, among the enemies of the Combined Fleet there are probably the Word Bearers and other enemies.

Unfortunately, she had a limited time to live and did not know much about the Four-Armed heresy and the history of the Eldar.

From the perspective of mysticism, it is because corresponding individuals within the influence of the ritual have established connections with the subspace that those historical images are revealed.

Aglaia silently watched the route on the holographic projection and clenched his fists nervously.

The Combined Fleet received a timely warning from the Dawn, and subsequent ships that appeared in Mandeville Point all maintained direct contact with the outside world, thus avoiding the influence of the subspace.

As the entire fleet left the warp, gradually entered the interior of the galaxy, and gradually moved away from the abscess of the warp, the somewhat ridiculous rain finally stopped.

The laws of the physical universe reappeared, the water began to freeze into ice, and the vibration of the warship caused the ice to break up and then move away.

But all this still added a heavy feeling to everyone's heart.

"Can we contact Pierrede Prime?"

Romulus asked.

"No."

The Sound Array Priest reported, "Since entering the Pierrede star field, the vast majority of the fleet's astropaths have lost their ability to work and have become extremely unstable. At the same time, Pierrede's main star has not responded to the identification code we sent."

"Unstable?"

Romulus was a little confused as to why these psychics who had been selected by the Emperor would fall into an unstable state in large numbers.

"Specific symptoms."

"Mentally unstable and insane, his words initially indicate something happened to his soul in the High Heavens. He kept muttering that he couldn't see."

Romulus pursed his lips. This didn't seem like a sign of a Chaos invasion.

He turned and looked at Ramses.

"There's something in the Warp. I can't see the Astronomican."

Ramses, who had been assisting the Emperor in rescuing people on the way, had just returned from the warp and stated directly.

The psychic projection he was using outside had just been shattered by something unknown, so he had no choice but to buy a new one and hide it in the safe house.

"Not Chaos."

Arthur said affirmatively.

In fact, time travelers are very familiar with this phenomenon.

(End of this chapter)