Warhammer 40: Starting as a Rogue Trader

Chapter 114 Death Divination
Before setting off, Sivir came to the astropathic room inside the battleship. A blind attack would inevitably result in failure.

The nest was too big for him to clean every corner.

And he needs the psychics to divine a clear goal for him.

At this moment, inside the Astropathic Room, each member of the Astropathic Choir was fixed to the surrounding mechanical creations, with a large number of tubes penetrating their brains and bodies.

Their eyes are covered.

Their psychic energy and consciousness were linked together through these instruments, and they chanted in unison.

The Astrologer of the Relentless Flame stayed in the center with his eyes closed.

Sivir walked up to the Star Tongue Master who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and said to him in an unquestionable tone: "Perform divination! I need you to point out the target of my attack."

The Master of Star Language, who had kept his eyes closed, opened his cloudy eyes and looked at Sivir in front of him.

There is obvious tension on the face of the Star Language Master, who possesses certain abilities of divination and prediction.

But this is a very dangerous act on a normal day, not to mention that the surrounding subspace is so active at this time, and the evil god has already set his sights here. Any act of communicating with the subspace is dangerous and deadly.

The more important the matter to be divined, the greater the price to be paid, not to mention that divination concerns the fate of this planet that has almost become a demon world.

He already knew his own fate. Regardless of whether the divination result was favorable or not, he and his choirmates would inevitably pay the price with their lives.

He also knew that if he refused, the Inquisitor in front of him would definitely execute him directly for betraying the Empire.

"Your Excellency, the Grand Judge, my choir members and I are willing to sacrifice our lives for the Empire, but the existence lurking behind this is too powerful. My choir members and I alone cannot do it, even if we sacrifice our lives. We need more powerful psykers!"

Hearing the words of the Master of Astronomy, Sivir turned and looked behind her. A man and a woman were both carrying psyker staffs on their backs, and they were even wearing the uniforms of Inquisitors.

The two were not servants, but official judges.

"Les, Quentin, assist the Master Astropath in completing his mission!"

Sivir's words were tantamount to sentencing the two inquisitors to death.

But in his eyes, these sacrifices were necessary. He adopted and raised the two of them since childhood, and they could be said to be Xiweier's confidants.

The two of them had no intention of rejecting Shiver's request. They had been instilled with the idea of ​​the supremacy of humans and the empire since childhood, so they also thought it was a reasonable thing to do.

Everything is for the great God-Emperor, everything is for the destruction of Chaos.

It has to be said that although the people in the Inquisition are evil and many of them will fall, their loyalty is still extremely reliable before they fall.

As long as they can achieve their goal, they will not hesitate even at the cost of their own lives.

As three powerful psykers, aided by the Astropathic Choir, began to divine through the power of the Warp.

The massive amount of spiritual energy caused the space inside the cabin to distort.

Floating shadows of evil spirits kept appearing around, these incorporeal creatures were coveting the souls of these psychics.

Psionic flames flashed from the eyes of the Astronomican choir members, driven mad and having their souls burned by the whispers of the Warp.

The divination was nearing its end, and the Star Language Master was speechless. He stared upward with his mouth wide open, as if trying to find what he wanted from the highest heavens.

Les and Quentin also reached their limits, with all the meridians in their bodies floating on the surface. They both seemed to have seen something horrifying, which made them, as judges, unable to help but feel scared.

The psychic energy is destroying their souls and bodies.

"The King... The King's Court... The Skull Temple. Hurry! It will be too late if we don't hurry!"

The Star Whisperer uttered the last few words through clenched teeth.

After he finished saying this, his eyes began to turn red, and even two horns grew on his skull in an instant.

The originally loyal Astropath suddenly shouted prayers to Khorne and rushed directly towards Sivir.

With the sound of a grenade launcher, the master of star language's head exploded like a watermelon.

Looking at the bodies of his confidants and the Master of Star Language, Sivir felt no emotion in his heart. At least their deaths were valuable and he got the information he wanted.

"Burn this place clean."

Then Sivir walked out of the Star Language Room without looking back.

With a target in mind, Valkyries and transport planes loaded with soldiers headed towards the hive. Many of these soldiers wore CMC combat uniforms, acquired through trade with the Monget Dynasty.

The Order's heavy transport aircraft transported organized artillery and Leman Russ tanks.

The Mechanicus' own Skitarii also joined the battle, and there were even organized combat automatons.

The Imperial Navy provided the landing force with more than a dozen flying squadrons, which began approaching the hive city for strategic bombing, but the effect was not ideal.

High-altitude bombardments are stopped by the void shields protecting the hive, while low-altitude bombardments are met by the mortal rebels.

The Thunderhawk gunship carried the Deathwatch and Sivir herself.

As a Grand Inquisitor, Sivir's power has not stopped him from improving his own strength. His exclusive fine-crafted power armor makes his combat effectiveness not to be underestimated, and the fine-crafted power hammer in his hand is even more powerful.

Among the elites of the Inquisition around him are many powerful psychics.

Meanwhile, another cluster of transport ships was loaded with genetic warriors from the Kurda Dynasty, the Archbishops of the Mechanicus and his cybernetic legions, and even some priests of the Ecclesiarchate who were carrying holy relics that could resist the erosion of the Warp.

There is no strategy at all, only the most direct battle.

Chaos demons, renegade Astartes, and those mortal rebels, can they really win with the people they have now?
Sivir knew the seriousness of the situation better than anyone else. The warships that came for help had already left, and now he could only hope to destroy the center of the ceremony.

He didn't need to win the battle immediately, just prevent the planet from being completely transformed.

In order to achieve this goal... it would be worth it even if all the imperial troops below died, including himself.

All the soldiers on this planet, including himself, were victims, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

That is, he actually hoped that Gao Yi could come soon...

The fighting on the ground was brutal.

However, the intelligent robots that descended from the sky used their powerful firepower to clear obstacles for the landing troops.

One after another, the drone-like Burning Vulture-type mechas attacked the enemy from the air.

Even with sufficient devotion to the God-Emperor, the power of the Warp still erodes every Imperial soldier on this planet.

Most of the soldiers here may have seen a real demon for the first time in their lives.

Many people don't even know they exist.

These unnatural beings, which transcend the physical world, not only far surpass mortals in power, but their very existence erodes human will.

The soldiers watched as the bloodletter, who was still able to fight despite being targeted by laser fire, tore his comrades to pieces.

This was completely beyond their knowledge.

There were a large number of rebels and a small number of vampires. Even an Astartes could not guarantee that he could kill these vampires.

Among these soldiers, those in combat uniforms held the line.

Close combat is particularly effective against these vampires, and the strength boost provided by the combat suits also makes up for the physical weakness of mortals.

But there are only 10,000 such soldiers. If one dies, there will be one less. There is no medical backup. Compared with the entire hive city's front line, it is still too few, and the demons can continue to come.

If the number of demons was not so small, the mortal army would have collapsed completely.

The greatsword in the hands of the bloodletter can even easily tear apart the armor of a Leman Russ tank.

The mortal troops cleared the way with their lives, the priests chanted the name of the God-Emperor to boost morale, and the pilgrims even destroyed the enemy with suicide attacks.

But they soon encountered enemies who came to stop them.

The Astartes of the Skull Takers warband also arrived, and when they joined the battle, the battle could no longer be advanced by ordinary mortal troops.

Even combat aircraft were destroyed by their attack.

Loyalists and traitors began a bloody hunt for each other on the spire of the hive city.

As the bloody battle continues across the planet, Jingguan begins to absorb more and more power, and a terrifying existence is trying to descend into this world.

(End of this chapter)