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In the subspace where the storm of maggots in the sea of ​​dung is raging.

The battleship chose a direction and set off again.

In fact, Blindsight cannot replace the role of the navigator. In this area, the navigator needs to pay attention to the tides and currents of the warp at all times, and then constantly correct the direction of the warship. Obviously, Blindsight does not have this ability. She just pointed out a direction, and then the warship sailed in that direction, and Saroyan Skarsson personally steered. As for what will happen next, no one knows.

Fu Qinghai and Saroyan stood side by side on the bridge.

Looking at the whirlpool and tsunami outside the armored porthole.

The battleship was about to sail without a pilot.

Like a blind man throwing away his crutches and running along the cliff.

Fu Qinghai looked serious and worried.

Saroyan held his head high with great confidence.

"Far from the fjords and the ice cold currents, Ravens soar over new frontiers, Songs and sagas of a fate determined..."

(The ship moves away from the cold current of the fjord, jackdaws fly over the vast territory, war songs, legends, everything is destined)

Saroyan Skarsson suddenly began to sing softly.

"Shields and spears!"

(I am a shield and a spear)

Saroyan Skarshen's singing became louder and louder.

The other Space Wolves on the bridge joined the chorus.

And gradually it evolved into everyone singing in unison:

"Vows of favor or the thrill of plunder."

(Share the joys and sorrows, plunder the mortal enemy)

"Pull together for the clan and kin."

"Clank of hammers and the crash of thunder."

(Beyond the Storm and Thunder)

"Pound within..."

(Only glory accompanies)

The hull was still shaking and trembling, the waves and torrents in the sea of ​​souls were still violently crashing into Geller's force field, the adamantine keel was making a "creaking" sound as if it was about to disintegrate at any moment, and the mental storm in the immaterial world was still venting its malice.

However, as the Space Wolves sang in unison, the roaring song resounded throughout the bridge, the whispers lingering in the ears of the crew gradually became difficult to hear, and the vague outlines clinging to the outside of the force field bubble also faded and disappeared.

The heroic song of the Space Wolves.

Even drowned out the groans of the ship's structure.

It was like a raging storm that penetrated the sea of ​​the soul.

"Sing along with me, Aoyama!"

Saroyan hugged Fu Qinghai's shoulders and shouted.

Fu Qinghai shook his head firmly:

"I don't."

Saroyan ignored him and continued to howl:

"Oh ho oh——"

"The echoes of eternity!"

(Eternal Echo)

"Oh ho oh——"

"Valhalla calling me!"

(Valhalla is calling me)

The waves outside the battleship were getting more violent, and the Geller force field was flickering violently, and it could be completely extinguished at any time. By then, the people in the battleship would no longer have to worry about the direction - everyone would be torn apart by the warp!

However, this group of Space Wolves continued to sing loudly, turning a deaf ear to all this. There was no fear in their rough and hoarse voices, only laughter and fearless pride in going to death generously - perhaps, they had already been mentally prepared.

From the moment I got stuck here.

Fu Qinghai thought this song was really unlucky.

I don't want to go to Valhalla.

"Why hasn't your prediction come true yet?"

Fu Qinghai turned around and grabbed Blindsight and asked.

The blind girl seemed to still be immersed in the sequelae of the banned drugs. She was drowsy and swayed along with the deck. Facing Fu Qinghai's question, she smiled foolishly and said,

"I only saw that picture, and saw the time when we chose not to be swallowed by the storm. As for when this prophecy will come true... uh ah! You have to ask the Emperor."

never mind...

Fu Qinghai let go of the stupid woman.

In this situation, it's useless to ask.

"Qingshan, don't worry."

Saroyan turned his head and said meaningfully:

"The Hour of the Wolf will eventually come!"

"Go to hell."

Fu Qinghai responded bluntly.

Fu Qinghai had read many original Space Wolves novels in his previous life. In those novels, whenever a Space Wolf felt that he was going to die in battle, he would always leave behind a mysterious and meaningful sentence - "The Hour of the Wolf will eventually come!"

And then he just died.

unlucky!

Fu Qinghai thought to himself, I don't want to die.

Saroyan led the 10th Company and continued to sing loudly. Fu Qinghai pinched his chin and paced back and forth, at a loss... Just then, a mortal officer on the bridge suddenly raised his hand and pointed outside the glass porthole, with a shocked look on his face and shouted loudly:

"Look! What is that?"

Fu Qinghai and Saroyan looked up at the same time.

Then they all showed expressions of disbelief.

The colorful storms and ocean currents are receding, and they are quickly separated into two sides like Moses opening the sea in the myth. An ultimate behemoth emerges in the middle, a giant whale that is cutting through the waves and swimming freely.

"Void Whale...it's really a Void Whale!"

Fu Qinghai muttered to himself with a dazed look on his face.

"Is this the Kraken from the Warp?"

Saroyan said excitedly, supporting himself on the table with both hands.

The Kraken is an aquatic creature native to Fenris.

The Void Whale is a mysterious creature that exists almost exclusively in legends. Whether it is the poor people in the lower levels of the Hive or the well-informed naval captains, the vast majority of people in the human empire have never seen it... or even heard of it. It is like an unfounded rumor, only passed on by word of mouth by wandering traders in some border star regions.

According to the classification, the Void Whale should be classified as a subspace creature like the Enslaver and the Soul Devourer Bee. But this thing is really too big. In one version, the Void Whale is 20,000 kilometers long. And unlike other subspace creatures, the Void Whale seems to have its own subspace engine, which allows it to travel freely between the real universe and the non-material world.

Compared to the local natives, Fu Qinghai, as a reincarnation, knows more. During the Plague War in 42K, the Nurgle Demon Army used seven Void Whale pups that strayed into the Nurgle Garden as landing craft and forcibly smashed into the Five Hundred Worlds. In 41K, a mutated adult Void Whale attacked the Imperial Space Fortress. The Space Wolf Sea Wolf Company went to stop it, and the cloud formed by the whale detonated and even destroyed two planets.

And the Void Whale in front of us.

It is also three thousand kilometers long.

Quickly occupying all vision outside the porthole.

The five-kilometer-long strike cruiser was like an insignificant speck of dust and debris in front of it.

Everyone stared blankly with their mouths wide open.

Fu Qinghai has already begun to think silently about how to take advantage of the void whale's subspace ride.

Thinking and thinking.

Fu Qinghai suddenly realized a problem:

there was no need to find a way to catch the Void Whale, because...

This giant whale is heading straight towards him!

"Attention all crew members!"

Saroyan woke up and shouted:

"Macro cannon, load and prepare! Light spear, charge and prepare!"

"Saroyan!"

Fu Qinghai raised his hand to stop him:

"Don't attack, think about the prophecy."

"I know."

Saroyan nodded and said:

"But I must give the order to reload the shells."

Fu Qinghai understood what Saroyan meant.

Be prepared no matter what.

The Void Whale was getting closer and closer to the cruiser.

The people in the bridge couldn't even see the whole picture.

Only a small area of ​​skin from the whale's chin is visible.

"What does he want to do, kill us?"

A mortal crew member couldn't help but ask.

"He probably didn't even see us."

Saroyan murmured to himself.

Indeed, compared to the Void Whale, the cruiser is only 1.6 thousandth of its size. The so-called "rushing straight towards it" may just be an illusion. The Void Whale may not have noticed the grain of sand in front of it at all and was just swimming on its own.

But Fu Qinghai didn't believe it.

He didn't look at the Void Whale again.

Instead, he turned and looked at the blind girl beside him.

"What is the picture you see?"

Fu Qinghai asked in a deep voice.

"Ah, what did you say?"

Blindsight still had that silly smile on his face:

"I see it now."

"Now what?"

Fu Qinghai was about to continue asking questions.

"Here, this is the picture."

Blindsight said while nodding his head towards the front.

Fu Qinghai turned his head and took a look.

A huge black hole-like abyss suddenly appeared!

...

The view outside the bridge window suddenly darkened.

The entire battleship was swallowed by the huge mouth of the abyss.

Immediately afterwards, the cruiser came to a sudden stop and the entire bridge shook violently. All the people on the bridge almost lost their balance, and there were groans as the hull deformed and twisted.

"The auspex array has lost signal, sir!"

The mortal officer next to the detection array said,

"Restart immediately and detect again!"

Saroyan Skarsson yelled.

"No need."

Fu Qinghai muttered as he looked out the porthole.

The signal antenna on the battleship's hull still had some lights illuminating the surroundings, and the dark red inner wall of the Void Whale's mouth could be seen. However, at this moment, countless yellow-green warty herpes appeared on these flesh walls, the big ones could hold a dreadnought mech, and the small ones could fit a space warrior, densely packed like a bunch of grapes covering the entire inner wall.

"What is that?"

Saroyan asked doubtfully:

"This Void Whale has a mouth ulcer?"

Fu Qinghai turned around and grabbed Blindsight:

"You saw that we would be swallowed by the Void Whale, but you didn't tell me that there was a group of Nurgle demons waiting for us in the whale's belly! Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

He grabbed the blind girl by the shoulders and swung her around.

There was still that silly smile on his face:

"Just tell me whether you have left the storm or not..."

"Nurgle's army?"

Saroyan Skarsson frowned when he heard this:

"How do you know it's Nurgle's army, Qingshan?"

"Because I saw it."

Fu Qinghai raised his head, looked out the porthole and said in a deep voice.

In the field of vision of the psychic goggles, each of those giant jaundice bubbles was breeding a Nurgle demon - this void whale had already been parasitized and was gradually becoming a hotbed of disease. It was unknown whether it was one of the seven that attacked Ultramar ten thousand years later.

"Geller's force field failed!"

The bridge was filled with the shouts of mortal crew members.

The force field that had supported Geller until now finally went out.

"They're coming!"

Fu Qinghai looked around and said in a deep voice.

In the first second.

Nothing happened inside the battleship.

Everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something to happen.

Then, the next second.

A circle of ripples spread across the bridge.

It's like a drop of liquid in the air.

It quickly spread throughout the ship, bringing with it a smell of corruption. The air became slippery, and the hard decorative materials covering the surface of the decks and walls became soft and porous, oozing thick mucus. Fu Qinghai felt like he was stepping on a sponge.

"boom--"

Then there was a violent explosion.

The holographic projection on the bridge lit up multiple red areas. The texture of the ship's hull changed under the influence of the surreal subspace psychic energy. The hard steel became brittle and loose, causing a series of problems and continuous violent explosions. Then the three-dimensional projection flashed a few times and went out.

"Space Wolves, prepare for battle!"

Saroyan drew out the Frost Hell Axe and shouted.

"Welcome to the Plague Ark!"

Something huge was roaring, loud enough to shake the walls and decks. It was like the gurgling of water from the bottom of a well, like a deeply polluted ocean finding its tongue and uttering curses in its foaming foam. Blasphemous chants rose on the decaying instruments:

"Oh, Ku'gath! Oh, Plaguefather! Oh, beloved of Nurgle! The plague armies have been assembled, and we are waiting. Come and lead us! Great Ku'gath, mighty Corruptor, keeper of the seven codes of life, grant us your foul blessing! Drip, drip, drip!"

Cheerful singing continued.

Saroyan also heard the sound of heavy footsteps and claws scraping on the deck. He was hesitating about what tactical decision to make - they had never faced such an enemy before, but before he could finish thinking, Fu Qinghai had already rushed out first.

Saroyan immediately led the soldiers to follow closely.

The first ripple covered the entire ship within a few seconds. The lights in the corridor flashed and then went out one by one. The hull was still shaking in the explosion. Saroyan was caught off guard and slipped in the darkness, hitting one side of the wall and then bounced to the ground by the fleshy wall.

They were not given time to think.

The second ripple soon came.

The Spear of Russ shook violently, and a series of deep roars sounded, metal tore and stone shattered, as if an invisible hammer smashed into the hull. The walls were full of holes, and the deck shook like waves on the water, and finally collapsed. A huge passage was formed from the bow to the bridge, and the violent vibration knocked all the Space Wolves to the ground, and the mortal soldiers on the bridge fell like rotten fruit.

When Saroyan stood up again, he could see what was happening in the collapsed passage in front of him. A thick fog gushed out of the darkness, the air became dirty, and the bulkheads were mottled with brown stripes and accompanied by gray coils. These twisted coils multiplied like germs. This "corridor" had become a "throat" that was constantly exhaling foul-smelling gases.

Just as Fu Qinghai expected.

The plague army is already swarming in.

The Plagueborn surged from the hold, crowding and jostling each other, eager to spread their faith. The flesh of these demons was mottled gray and green, oozing pus and slid from the bones. Some of the demons still retained a trace of human form, clutching rusty and dented swords. The one-eyed monsters were weighed down by a single horn that was larger than their heads. They shook their heads and uttered a monotonous and endlessly repetitive grunting sound, which sounded like a person counting over and over, but could never reach seven.

Plaguebringer and secretary of bad debts.

In front of these swaying humanoid demons were fat slugs with sharp claws, they jumped and bumped the corridors happily like puppies, their open teeth dripping with toxic slurry. Between the claws of these demons, a group of smaller ugly things gathered around them, they walked, crawled and twisted, trying to climb onto the bodies of the larger demons. These mini demons looked like legs and hands growing on a fat tumor, constantly laughing and mumbling hymns that only they could understand.

Beasts of Nurgle and Spirits of Nurgling.

The plague army poured into the bridge along the passage that had been transformed into a fleshy throat. The entire corridor was like the No. 1 subway line during rush hour, with plague messengers and bad debt clerks crowded together. Nurglings and Nurgle beasts crawled along the walls, steel beams and collapsed decks. They were like fat but swift insects, seemingly bloated and clumsy but actually lively and agile.

Then the plague army was stopped.

A black-armored warrior stood in front of them.

The blue light was scattered around the two claws.

A pair of cold eyepieces glowed scarlet light.

"Everyone, do you dare to fight?"

Fu Qinghai asked about the eight evil spirits in the armor.

"Of course, Aoyama."

The evil spirits hissed and laughed evilly:

"We can't wait."

…

As the two ripples spread, the interior of the cruiser became a mess. The once extremely familiar warship structure took on a completely different appearance. Nurgle demons gushed out everywhere like a gray-green, sticky, and dirty fountain. Each cabin and deck soon fell into a state of fighting each other.

"Use melee and melta weapons!"

Saroyan heard Fu Qinghai's reminder.

Then his figure disappeared into the darkness.

Before Saroyan could call out his name.

Something rushed out of the darkness again.

It was a Plaguebringer, with a single horn protruding from the left side of its skull, and limbs and torso covered with protruding flesh sacs and bone protrusions. He charged with a shout, brandishing a serrated knife. The servitors behind Saroyan opened fire first, and the red lasers burned the monster's skin, boiling pus and burning fat, but the demon seemed to be unaware of the damage and was still trying to spray the sailors with foam and mucus.

Saroyan stepped forward and thrust out the axe tip.

Straight into the Plaguebringer's single eye.

The bulging eyeballs that occupied the entire face suddenly burst.

The Plaguebringer howled and then began to dance wildly.

Saroyan pressed down hard, and the Frost Hell Axe pierced deep into the demon's back. The Plaguebringer stopped moving, his legs lost strength, and he fell heavily on the deck, groaning and shouting. The demon's body began to liquefy, and his essence gradually dissolved into the corrupted deck and wall...

Saroyan didn't know whether this counted as death or not.

The Space Wolf stood there and looked around.

At this moment, the third ripple came again!

Invisible and silent ripples spread across the entire battleship.

Saroyan looked horrified as he saw:

The Chapter servants suddenly fell in front of him, these mortal soldiers' fingers stuck in the middle of the trigger guards of their laser rifles, and their faces were flowing like liquid - their eyes and noses floated to the left, and their chins on the right. But their heads were still intact, still breathing, and their mouths opened to scream silently. Their spines, arms and thighs were all bent and squirming, and every bone in their bodies was twisted, and continued to rotate and proliferate until they took away the little life they had left.

The same goes for the rest of the crew.

The plague spread rapidly.

The disease develops rapidly and the symptoms are terrifying.

The bridge was littered with bodies twisted in extreme agony, lying on their backs on the floor, dangling beside workbenches, slowly deforming in their seats into crooked ghostly shapes, with hand bones and ribs poking out from the gaps in the carapace of the Chapter's servants, which contained their melted bodies.

Soldiers fell in droves, slumped on the deck, their bodies twisting and their eyes flashing with madness. Some were begging their comrades for mercy from the Emperor, while others were twisting into new shapes with grunts and gurgles. Soldiers began to shoot at their comrades, the sound of gunfire rising and falling.

Some of these shapeshifters were blood-red, others bile-green. Their thoughts were confused and frantic, and eventually shattered, with screams erupting from their mouths and throats that no longer resembled humans.

"No, no, no—"

Saroyan roared angrily:

"All-Father, I will tear you apart!"

…

When the third ripple came.

Fu Qinghai also felt it.

The deck heaved, slapped, and broke like waves, and the walls collapsed in the foam, forcing Fu Qinghai to lie prone on the ground and grab the floor. The entire ship seemed to be constantly changing, becoming slippery and impossible to place his feet. He slid around in the cabin and finally grabbed a solid edge and stabilized his body. After a few seconds, the ripples subsided, and Fu Qinghai lay on the ground without moving. He was not sure where he was now, but the touch transmitted from his gauntlet was very strange - like touching something soft.

Am I still on board?

The Spear of Russ was trembling, a vibration that was almost impossible for a kilometer-class ship. The hull was subtly changed, and although the main structure did not change, the outline looked softer, as if the hull was beginning to melt, or the edges were being eaten by insects, and the lights dimmed.

The walls, floors, and ceilings were all eroded, the carvings on the vaults were blurred, and the lines of the four corner pillars were blurred. Gray-black mold was growing on the white stone carvings and gold decorations, and the cruiser had become a large petri dish, with the mold spreading around.

The disaster unleashed by the demons of Nurgle was like a celebration and baptism to them.

Fu Qinghai could feel it.

Right deep inside this battleship.

The huge thing waited for him in silence and indifference, while everything around him was dying.

"Kugas..."

Fu Qinghai read out the name of the big demon

and then stood up with a somersault.

"I am coming!"

The corridor of the warship turned into a tunnel of flesh, a tunnel large enough for the Knight mech to pass through, but the space was even more crowded, as the demons formed almost a roaring wall of flesh gel. Their filthy blades fell on Fu Qinghai, and the Nurgle beasts tried to bite through the Uru metal armor. Fu Qinghai chopped up every abomination that approached him, and the number of demons did not slow him down.

The ocean of demons parted before him.

Opening a path for final revelation.

The sea of ​​demons closed behind him again, and the tunnel led to another huge space, which seemed to have been dug out from the inside of a ship. The walls of the room showed the remains of rotting decorations. All surfaces - including the walls and the dome - were dripping with fluorescent slime, and the air was filled with buzzing flies and flickering spores. Demons filled this squirming and extremely dirty space.

And their master sat on the throne in the center.

This great demon of Nurgle can be said to be enormous.

Far greater than the Demon Prince of Ruinstorm.

He was as fat as a frog, and had three curved horns growing out of his head: the central one was short like a hook, the other two were long and curved, and the one on the right was broken.

When the demon shrugged his shoulders, a mixture of red and green liquid would flow out and hiss. His jaw was extremely huge, two meters wide, with broken and jagged teeth hanging on it, and two tongues sticking out from it.

The flesh of the demon was green, full of fluorescent fat tissue, ulcers oozed fluid, cancerous bubbles formed on its surface, and finally gathered into small Nurgling monsters with clear faces and contours, rolling down the demon's huge body and cheering their birth. They joined hundreds of their kind to form a chattering, ever-changing pile to support the demon sitting on the throne.

This throne was made of poisonous debris. Fu Qinghai saw all the experimental supplies whose names he knew, as well as instruments and equipment whose functions he could not imagine. Everything was covered with dirt. The demon's arms drooped beside the brazier. The flames licked the skin of his arms and heated the distillation vessel at hand. Green miasma rolled in the distillation tube.

"Welcome, little one."

The Great Unclean One smiled gently:

"Welcome to my seat."

"Are you Kugath?"

Fu Qinghai stopped and asked.

"Yes, it's me."

The obese devil smiled in a naive way.

"Nurgle's favorite great demon?"

Fu Qinghai continued to ask.

"Yes, yes, it's me."

The Great Demon of Nurgle laughed triumphantly.

"Soon you won't be anymore."

Fu Qinghai said lightly.

Nurgle's face changed when he heard this:

"What do you mean? Are you trying to compete with me for favor?"

You think you're funny, don't you?

Fu Qinghai jumped up and rushed towards him.

"Ga ga ga ga…"

Seeing Fu Qinghai rushing up, Ku'gath opened his mouth in satisfaction. Fu Qinghai felt a large number of Nurglings burst out from under his feet. He raised his claws and made a devastating sweep. The Saronite reacted violently to such a powerful demon, and the claws shone with a deep blue light. A Plaguebringer tried to stop him, but was instantly cut into rotten pieces by the claws.

Kugath waited until Fu Qinghai was only a few steps away from him before he slowly took action. He stretched out an arm from the corrupted throne and made a throwing gesture. A hurricane cloud of swarms of black flies flew out of his palm, and this solid black substance enveloped the black-armored warrior.

Fu Qinghai seemed to have hit a wall. Flies covered his eyepieces, dense enough to interrupt his charge, and his ears were filled with the "crunching" sound of thousands of flies gnawing at the armor shell. He wanted to move forward, but the number of flies was increasing, making it impossible for him to see. He could only try his best to wade through the poisonous flood in front of him, waving his claws to try to clear his vision and make the flies disappear for a while.

Fu Qinghai saw Ku'gath raise his arms, and then a wave of Nurglings mixed with sewage gushed out from the bottom of the throne, and these slime torrents swept Fu Qinghai down. Flies swarmed and attached themselves to the armor, and the force of the tide forced Fu Qinghai to slowly go upstream.

Kugath himself moved.

The Great Unclean One leaned forward, sliding down from the pile of Nurglings, his huge body rushing towards Fu Qinghai on the surging slime carpet. For such a behemoth, his speed was terrifying, as fast as an infection.

Fu Qinghai collided with Kugath and took the full impact. He was knocked away by the meat mountain, and the sheer mass mocked his overconfidence. Fu Qinghai fell more than ten meters away and stood up staggeringly to shake off the besiegers.

The demon tide is still rising, and there seems to be no end to the demon tide. This hall will be completely filled until only Ku'gath is left sitting alone on a mountain of corpses.

Kugath opened his mouth as wide as he could.

He unleashed the most powerful storm of flies yet, the cloud growing until it filled the room and suffocated and blinded all creatures fighting. Thousands of these foul incarnations of the Mouth of Decay fell upon the metal shell of the Uru and gnawed at it. Though each attack alone was insignificant, together they were like chaos itself, leading to destruction.

In the previous collision, Fu Qinghai also left several deep and shallow wounds on Kugath's body, and the colorful intestines of the Nurgle demon were all over the ground. But he completely ignored the existence of his own wounds. The Great Unclean One raised his fat hand and grabbed the black-armored warrior in front of him, and squeezed it hard like crushing an egg, roaring loudly:

"All things are subject to decay."

Kugath clenched his hands tightly:

"Accept the gift of this truth!"

The words just fell.

Kuga's palm was split in the middle.

The sharp claws like hooks split it in two.

Fu Qinghai stretched his entire body out from the middle, and stretched his arms outward to expand the tearing area. Kugas screamed, the muscles in his palms broke, and the non-existent bones shattered...

Flies and mosquitoes were still surrounding his body, and a pair of black bat-wing bones that covered the sky suddenly spread out behind the black-armored warrior, and the wing membrane between the skeletons was filled with a blue psychic film.

"Crash!"

Fu Qinghai turned around suddenly and flapped his wings.

The metal wings spun and flapped, creating a black tornado-like whirlwind. The flies flowed down like black quicksand, and the entire field of vision was suddenly empty.

Fu Qinghai pounced on Kugax again.

But this time, there was no more mucus and flies to interfere. Fu Qinghai closed his claws and spun his body in midair, and the whole person turned into a drill-like whirlwind and rushed towards Kugath. The face of the Nurgle demon was drilled to pieces, and the flesh and mucus and pus were sprayed out in a spiral shape. The claws drilled a big hole in the middle of his head.

Finally, the deformed body of the Great Unclean One began to collapse. He was like a dirty slaughterhouse covered with blood plasma, disintegrating and collapsing on the spot. Fu Qinghai felt that the power of the subspace was rapidly fading in the cruiser, and the surrounding corrupted hull structure turned back into solid steel.

"Qingshan...Khan..."

"Nurgle remembers you."

In the end, only a long sigh was left.

......