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The journey through the Warp is difficult.

This is especially true when traveling through a warp storm.

The retired frigate and strike cruiser were hard-wired together in a simple and crude way, which slowed down the movement of the two ships to a certain extent, but that was all that could be done.

It's not just that it has to be this way, it has to be this way. People sometimes compare the Warp to ocean currents, but this is an oversimplification. The Warp tides flow not only in the space in front of us, but also in another dimension, and they flow in different times. Therefore, it is almost impossible for a ship to track another ship in the Warp, so the Alva must be tightly connected to the cruiser and cannot be separated for a moment.

The crew in the cabin heard something scratching from the hull, like nails scratching on a blackboard, sharp and piercing, piercing the soul, like the Siren in ancient mythology.

The fear of the unknown is always frightening.

Fu Qinghai stood on the bridge wearing a ghost armor, his eyes through the eyepieces coldly sweeping across the porthole. In the colorful tides outside the Geller force field, some hazy outlines were looming with the waves and were hovering around the battleship - if he was not in a hurry now and had to reach the howling vortex before the battleship's Geller force field lost its effect, Fu Qinghai would even want to shut down the merchant ship's Geller force field and then go out and kill to his heart's content, letting these subspace creatures understand that this piece of fat meat not only pricks the mouth, but also pierces the throat.

The navigator was immersed in a spherical oil tank-like device on the Navigator's spire, which could be seen as a shrunken monkey version of the warp sextant of the battleship HMS Resolute.

The navigator's eyes widened, staring at the warp with full concentration. The mutant eye allowed him to sense the vortex of these psychic tides and emotional fusions. The psychic energy pulled the force field shield tightly like waves pulling leaves. Although there was no real sense of movement, the navigator could feel in his mind that the warship was rushing forward, traveling through time and space at an incredible speed. The ship rode a violent and turbulent ocean current and crossed a distance of nearly three thousand light years in a moment.

Nothing was certain about the Sea of ​​Souls, and its strange workings meant that the tides sometimes flowed backwards or could not be found at all, but this time, at least for a short time, it allowed the ship to travel faster and clear the storm around the Marcus King sector, all the way to the Screaming Vortex.

The navigator knew very well that even for a mutant like him who was born for navigation, staring at the sky for a long time was still an extremely dangerous behavior. He could feel the dark vortex and vicious tendrils pulling at the edge of his mind at all times. After only an hour, he already had a splitting headache and was exhausted and almost collapsed.

"Ahhh, ahhhhhh!"

In the vigorously stirred oily liquid.

The navigator held his head and looked up and yelled.

The vocal cords in the throat trembled in disorder.

…

Fu Qinghai received a notice from Saroyan.

Heading towards the bridge of the Spear of Russ.

When he arrived here, the Navigator Spire had been surrounded by armed sailors and Space Marines. Fu Qinghai reached out and pushed aside the shoulders of several Space Wolves. Under their vigilant and suspicious gazes, he squeezed into this small space and looked at the messy scene and the cage in front of him.

A metal sphere fixed inside the spire cracked completely, and energy escaped from the cracks. The ground was covered with a transparent oily liquid, which flowed along the cracks in the cabin wall and submerged the broken cables. Wisps of tiny lightning curled and danced in the air, making the whole room emit explosive sonic booms.

"Our navigator has gone crazy."

Saroyan turned around and sighed.

"Insanity?"

Fu Qinghai frowned and asked.

"More than that, look there."

Saroyan raised his hand and pointed to the iron cage.

Fu Qinghai turned his gaze to the black cage, where a humanoid creature was imprisoned. From the shreds of gorgeous robes still on his body, he could recognize that this was the former navigator. However, his body had undergone severe mutations and became hideous. His hands and feet had become scaly webbed claws, and black horn buds had sprouted on both sides of his forehead.

"When I got the alarm and rushed over."

Saroyan Skarsson grinned and said:

"I saw him with his head buried in his assistant's chest, gnawing at the entrails of his blood relative."

The navigator's assistants are usually brothers and sisters from the same navigator family. They were unable to grow the eye on their foreheads, so they serve those relatives in the family who have more successful mutations and more outstanding talents.

As if seeing Fu Qinghai coming, the former navigator, who had been jumping up and down in the cage like an animal, suddenly became quiet. He loosened his teeth on the iron railing and slowly sat up. A twisted and weird smile appeared on his face. He stared at Fu Qinghai with his lifeless black greasy eyes and spoke in human language:

"Qingshan, Qingshan..."

An inhuman hoarse sound came from the depths of his throat, completely different from the navigator's originally gentle voice - this was a demon host, Fu Qinghai confirmed it, walked forward a few steps, squatted in front of the cage, and stared at the twisted creature:

"Do you know me?"

"Qingshan...hiss!"

The demon host licked his lips and smiled:

"Yingyun sent me to tell you, don't even think about leaving here... hehe. Yingyun wants you to stay here, the Lord of All Changes wants you to stay here... Never, ever leave!"

The devil seemed to be still not used to this human body or the vocal cords in his throat. His words were intermittent and unclear, but everyone present understood him.

"Crack…"

Saroyan heard the sound of gauntlet claws being clenched, and despite wearing a helmet, the Space Wolf could still sense a strong anger rising around him.

"Crash!"

Fu Qinghai ripped off the railing as thick as his arm with a wave of his claws, reached in and grabbed the demon host's neck, pulled him out, and brought him in front of him. The demon host's face was almost pressed against the terrifying and hideous mask, and a suppressed angry voice rang out from the deep of the sharp teeth of the breathing valve:

"You don't know who you are provoking, demon!"

"Chuckle, chuckle, chuckle…"

The demon host laughed nonchalantly.

"Qingshan."

Saroyan Skarsson frowned and spoke.

Fu Qinghai raised his claws and gently stroked the demon host's head, then clenched his claws suddenly. The horned head was instantly crushed like a rotten watermelon. The red and white flesh squeezed out from the shell and dyed Fu Qinghai's palm red... But the story was not over yet. His psychic vision goggles clearly saw the demon inside the severed head.

This Tzeentch demon also wants to return to the Sea of ​​Souls.

Saroyan Skarsson and others saw that after Fu Qinghai crushed the demon host's head, he actually reached into the headless corpse. It seemed that he was holding some invisible object between his claws. Stars of blue light appeared between the claw blades. Then, a sharp, piercing, and heart-wrenching scream suddenly rang out from the spire:

"Ahhhhh! Let go, let go!"

"I curse you, Qingshan, I curse you!"

Then the Space Wolves were horrified to see Qingshan grab the invisible object and put it to his mouth. The breathing valve split open and turned into a big mouth that kept swallowing and biting. The inexplicable screams in the air became more and more tragic, accompanied by groans of pain and struggle.

The voice finally disappeared completely.

Fu Qinghai stood up slowly.

"What did you eat, Qingshan?"

Saroyan asked in shock.

"demon."

Fu Qinghai said calmly:

"My armor ate it."

After saying this, Fu Qinghai pulled off his helmet.

His face showed the lingering anger.

"The navigator is dead, what next?"

Saroyan asked in a deep voice.

"Take me to the prophet."

Fu Qinghai's face was as gloomy as water.

…

Lower deck, a common cabin.

Fu Qinghai and Saroyan came here.

Two armed Space Wolf Space Marines stood on the left and right of the hatch, and a huge Thunder Wolf was crawling at their feet. After Blindsight decided to cooperate with Fu Qinghai and Saroyan, her personal treatment was improved a little bit, and she was transferred from the bottom cabin prison to the lower deck, but she was still under house arrest when she was not needed, and could not walk around the battleship at will.

Saroyan nodded to the Space Marine at the door.

They moved the hatch open and hit the unlock button.

The hatch slid open to the sides.

Fu Qinghai saw the blind girl sitting beside the bed.

He strode in and asked straight to the point:

"You expected this, didn't you?"

"What?"

Blindsight looked up and asked.

"Death of the Navigator."

Fu Qinghai stared down at her and repeated:

"Sanguinius, reversed, premature battle and sacrifice."

Blindsight shook his head upon hearing this:

"That's just your interpretation, Qingshan."

"Listen, Blindsight."

Fu Qinghai took a deep breath and said:

"The death of the navigator has put us in a desperate situation. There is no other way now. You must play your role. This is not a vague prophecy like the Emperor Tarot, but a definite direction. Otherwise, we will all die in the warp."

"Once we leave the warp, you will kill me too. What difference does it make?"

Blindsight sat on the edge of the bed, his gray and turbid eyes staring blankly ahead, and asked calmly.

"If you can lead us through the storm and back to the real universe, I won't kill you. This is my promise."

Fu Qinghai said every word seriously.

Blindsight raised his head and "looked" at Fu Qinghai:

"You have always been a person who keeps your promises. You always have. I believe in you, Qingshan."

After saying this, Blindsight took out a small, delicate snuff bottle from the collar of his corset, snapped his thumbs skillfully, and opened it. Inside the snuff bottle was a crystalline powder that shone like crushed emeralds.

"Dead spirit potion?"

Fu Qinghai exclaimed in a low voice.

Of course he recognized this contraband.

The necromancer originated from the hive world of Necromunda. A mutated fungus will grow in the heavily rotten food accumulated over thousands of years in the bottom nest. The legendary necromancer can be obtained by extracting the green powder from the spores of this fungus.

This powder has the effect of refreshing the mind, but it is said that drinking too much will open the "channel" between the soul and the body. If the soul is strong enough, the user can directly absorb the power of the subspace, while a relatively weak soul will be sucked away in reverse, and without the soul, it will be completely lost in nothingness, so this dangerous potion is also strictly prohibited by the Empire.

When Chen Xinlu led a group of illegal psychics to rebel in the Hive City, he had taken this kind of potion. So Fu Qinghai had seen the dead spirit potion and knew its effect.

"Yes, Aoyama."

Blindsight chuckled.

She pinched two fingers of her right hand, poured a pinch of green powder on her palm, put it close to her nose and took a deep breath, then rubbed her nose hard and blinked her cloudy eyes.

For a moment, she seemed to be staring at the bulkhead in front of her, at the reflection on the wall. Fu Qinghai couldn't imagine what she "saw" there. The vast sea or the endless starry sky? Or perhaps the constant chaotic flow of unnatural energy? An indescribable ethereal landscape, like tides of color, emotion, and psychic energy? The violent fronts of soul space crashing through the ethereal clouds?

Maybe nothing.

Maybe you see it but can't describe it.

Blindsight uses an almost chant-like voice.

He gently opened his lips and sang slowly:

"I saw it, we randomly chose a direction, then ran into the waves and were smashed to pieces... I saw it, we chose a direction again, but were carried to the endless other side by the ocean current and eventually disappeared... I saw it... I saw it... Oh, I finally saw it!"

Blindsight suddenly stood up.

Holding Fu Qinghai's hand, he said excitedly:

"I know what to do!"

"What? What did you see?"

Fu Qinghai asked hurriedly.

"Whale! Whale!"

Blindsight is like a drug addict overdosing.

Unable to stop drooling and snotting.

Her face was flushed with excitement and intoxication.

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1. Some readers may like to read brainless and refreshing novels, where the protagonist can solve the warp storm with just a cheat, and then kill, kill, kill, kill, and kill everything... Then I'm sorry, I have to write according to the settings in Warhammer 40K, I love to write like this. The warp storm is very unsolvable. If you want to read a novel that can be passed by just using a cheat, please move on to other books.