Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 526: The Spirit of Vengeance

The heavy push on his back made Sparrow feel so good that he forgot the anxiety caused by his messy beard.

The shaking Sabre resumed its attack, turning the blade on the enemy's flesh.

The long-silent macro cannon fired again, literally splitting the already collapsed ship in two.

The sky is high, birds can fly freely; the sea is wide, fish can jump freely; the multi-tube engines emit dazzling tail flames, pushing the ships towards new hope.

Merchant ships, warships, and survivors of the Tau Empire couldn't help but cheer.

When the life-support field balanced the gravity inside the ship, everyone couldn't help but cheer for joy.

Singing and laughing to their heart's content, everyone put aside their prejudices and enjoyed the hard-earned moment as much as possible.

"Navigation Master, determine the spatial coordinate point.

Wait for the engine to be fully warmed up and the Geller force field engine to be stable.

Make a warp jump immediately, it's been too long, it's time to go home."

Sparrow's words delighted the operators below.

After more than a month of non-stop fighting, everyone's mental state has reached its limit.

Many people who suffered mental breakdowns had no choice but to be shot on the spot by political commissars because they did not have adequate drug support.

They finally saw hope and could return to the ground to enjoy the beauty of life.

"The spatial coordinates have been confirmed, and the astropathic message has been sent to the Vokus Star Language Court through the choir."

“The engine is in good condition and is producing 65% of its previous power.

Geller Field is in operation and will be activated before the warp jump in half an hour."

The successive good news made everyone more excited. Are things really getting better?

Just as Sparrow thought he finally had time to trim his beard, he performed the ancient traditional grooming ritual with a simple ivory-handled scraper.

He took the opportunity of half an hour to wash and dress himself, and was about to return to the capital as a victor, but the sudden warning made him shave the entire right half of his beard by mistake.

"Alert! Multi-spectral analysis shows that a large non-Supreme Heaven relative trauma has occurred in this universe!"

The senior tech-priest's voice was amplified to the extreme, as if trying to make the deaf hear the message.

"Harmonic data points associated with alternate world access activity have been detected, at a scale exceeding the calculation limit of the Thinker.

Oh, beautiful, beautiful electrical signal, this is impossible! This is blasphemy against the Omnissiah!"

Sparrow endured the pain on his lips and quickly rushed to the nearest viewing window.

He saw the existence that the priest feared, and the endless void now had shape and contrast.

Colorful and brilliant colors rush out from the black curtain, and the storm in the sea of ​​spirit surges in the real universe.

The psychic power of another world revels in the void, ships, pipes and heads.

Especially those high-ranking psykers, especially the navigators and choir astropaths.

Uncontrollable psychic power flowed out of the body, blowing the devil's whispers between the door and the corridor.

The gaps left by the hundreds of large ships could be seen with the naked eye on the distant world of Vorkus.

The surging spiritual energy stirred up huge waves, blowing the Sabre like a lonely boat, which might capsize in the next second.

The wails of the psychic echoed throughout the entire ship, and the rest of the crew members all knelt on the ground, covering their heads and trembling.

Sparrow looked at the huge black and gold logo in the viewing window. It was the Eye of Horus.

One of the representatives of the Glory-class Queen's battleships - Spirit of Vengeance!

"Geller force field, ship engines at full power, withstand this subspace storm!"

A thin film expanded over the Sabre, and the gorgeous ocean stretched out its illusory hand, shaking the small ship.

"Speed ​​up the evacuation, speed up the evacuation!"

"Warmaster, the fleet has successfully arrived at the Cassandra system." The herald, Emperor Lilas, stepped forward and said respectfully.

"Great, what's the commotion?"

"An Imperial Dominator-class cruiser is ahead of the fleet, and it will reach the border in five minutes."

"He's here to die?"

Abaddon walked to the huge viewing window and looked at the warp storm that was approaching the deep void.

In an inconspicuous corner, there is an inconspicuous little boat.

“Not sure, maybe they are survivors of the battle with the outpost fleet, and all their energy was used up in the Geller engines.

I guess he wanted to try his best to pass between the ships.

Do you want to destroy him? Or capture him and get some information?"

Abaddon looked out the huge floor-to-ceiling window at the tiny ship, which gradually flew to the side of the Spirit of Vengeance.

He shook his head, turned his gaze to Vorkus in the distance and said:

"A broken ship... Let him go. We have gathered all the necessary information.

Wokus must be able to see what's happening here, so if those humans can see it and escape, there's a chance of survival.

Let the distrust spread in their hearts, and let the name of the Black Legion carry a title that makes people panic. "

"Yes."

"Are all those fools okay?"

"It's all ready, just waiting for your order."

"Come on, keep this place burning."

Lyras bowed and nodded, then stood up and left.

"Lin Heng... the evil god wants you to live, and the false emperor wants you to return, but I want you to die, so that you can never reach Terra!"

The waves were surging, the wind was howling, and there were thunder and lightning. Those twenty minutes were the most terrifying moment for Sparrow.

In that unforgettable spiritual hell, he could not do anything, not even issue a command.

When he finally breaks free from that horrible, twisted, nightmarish mental realm, the long period of confusion will probably last throughout the rest of his life.

Sparrow survived, as did everyone on the upper deck of the ship.

Except for those people who live in dark cabins on the lower deck all their lives.

Without exception, there was no exclamation, only a feeling of exhaustion at having escaped death.

Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are in the hands of God. People are in a panic and have no light at all. The half-hour thrilling journey almost drained everyone's energy.

Everyone felt that this was a blessing from the Emperor of God, and the Anglican priest on board the ship was so eager to shout himself hoarse.

Sparrow did not disagree with this statement. As the captain of a fleet, he could understand the deeper meaning of the other party's actions.

Abaddon really looked down on me, and he must have let me leave just to show off to the people on the planet.

With such horrific subspace fluctuations, all observations on the planet will be off the charts.

If they just left like this, even if it didn't cause a huge uproar, it would sow the seeds of distrust in people's hearts.

The Black Legion gradually moved away from the Sabre, and the receding warp storm also allowed the ship to sail smoothly.

Now, it's time to consider the next direction. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that going home will no longer be possible.

The Black Legion will launch an attack on the ground, but of course they will not be able to occupy low-Earth orbit for too long.

However, when the Sabre returns, it will still face a large number of ships, and it will still be a dead end.

Just a single broadside salvo from the Spirit of Vengeance can fire over a hundred large macro cannon shells.

That's more than ten times the strength of Sparrow's full fleet, and it's about as deadly as a shotgun in a foxhole.

What kind of void shield system and thickened external armor can tear them to pieces in just one breath.

Going is just sending yourself to die in vain...

All those with stars on their shoulders were called to the bow room, even the Tau and merchant ships were no exception.

The internal channel was not closed, and Sparrow gave the choice to everyone.

He no longer had the energy to deal with this dark situation, both positive and negative.

“The Geller force field has failed in the storm just now and cannot be repaired.

Plus, without a navigator and an astropath, it would be impossible for us to conduct warp navigation.

The ship's engine...power output can now only be maintained at around 54%, so no matter where it goes, it has to drift slowly.

And our food reserves are not enough to support us to reach the next galaxy..."

It felt like Sparrow was reciting a verdict that already had an answer.

The ups and downs like a roller coaster will make the next emotional turn even more dramatic.

Everyone was silent, and a feeling of helplessness and despair began to spread among them.

Crying... Maybe a child started crying first, and then sobs rose and fell one after another in the ship.

The humans did not pray to the God-Emperor, the Tau did not pray to the Goddess.

Everyone is immersed in the state of mind of death...emptying themselves.

"Go straight.. there is hope for life..."

"who!?"

Sparrow stood up suddenly, but when he looked around, he saw pairs of eyes full of confusion.

'I heard your inner voice...'

“But I didn’t call anyone.”

"It's okay.. Just walk straight.. This is not the day you die..."

"God Emperor? Is it God Emperor? Have you seen our efforts? Are you the one who has given us the revelation?"

Sparrow was so excited that he subconsciously touched his beard. The wound on the right side was still aching.

The left side...is dry, fragile, and gray, as if the previous frenzy had taken away twenty years of its life.

"Let's go."

"Captain?" the second mate asked softly.

“My beard… Since the Black Legion wants Vorkus to feel the panic of our defection.

Then we will go find the way to survival that the Emperor of God has told me, and return with miracles to prove our loyalty!"

The second mate thought Sparrow was crazy, but the other party looked confident.

In a trance, he suddenly remembered what the first mate had emphasized many times, that is - a ship has only one captain!

"You've all heard it, why don't you act quickly and set sail!"

...

Gerald was about to knock on the door when it was opened silently.

Those calm eyes were not focused, as if they were a little lost, or some problem was bothering the other person.

"The Black Legion jumped out of the Warp. They are coming."

Gerald tried hard to remain restrained. At this moment, he felt that the somewhat thin Lin Heng was emitting some inexplicable aura.

This made him, who had a squadron of Grey Knights as his guard, feel a little mentally unhappy.

"During this time, we also saw you sending a star message over there. What on earth are you doing?"

Lin Heng was calm, and there seemed to be no emotion in his deep eyes.

He opened his mouth gently, and the sound seemed to have come from the distant past to today.

And then, after passing their ears, it will continue to be transmitted into the future.

"I saw some kind of image and heard the call of my heart...but...I was deceiving them."

Gerald hated the Riddler, or rather he hated the inarticulate way in which he had to convey his message.

This again means that something uncontrollable has happened.

"what are you saying?"

Lin Heng did not answer, but said:

"I sense the arrival of the Black Legion. Are we ready?"

Gerald's eyes darkened, he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I will never be ready."

"Yes, just like the flames of war, it will burn forever."

This voice made Gerald feel a little uneasy, and the demonic power in his body even seemed to be dormant.

He even heard the "crackling" sound of the Grey Knights clenching their halberds, as if they had discovered Lin Heng's change.

"Are you okay? There's something wrong with your aura. What did you do?"

Since meeting Lin Heng, the situation he presented has been changing.

It was as if he was undergoing some kind of unintended change, a change from the inside out, from body to soul.

In this indescribable change, he didn't know what the ultimate Lin Heng would become.

He couldn't verify, he couldn't find out, he couldn't understand.

"I didn't do anything, it all came to me..."

Gerald felt a little helpless because of the weird words. No matter how emotionless the other party was a month ago, the basic communication was still very clear.

But why haven't I seen him these past few days? He's become stupid from locking himself up in seclusion... Could it be that he hasn't recovered from exploring too deep into the subspace?

A cold sweat broke out on Gerald's forehead, something he hadn't experienced in many years.

"Any questions?" He turned and asked the Grey Knight Captain standing next to him.

The other party remained silent, but the sound of breathing in the helmet could be heard becoming much louder, and it was obvious that he was thinking about the other party's situation.

"No need to investigate. I know my situation. It's not out of control yet. I'm just a little confused now..."

Gerald didn't know what kind of question could confuse a being that released power like that of a living saint, or even surpassed that of a living saint.

Perhaps, it was a situation that was even more frightening than the looming dark cloud of the Black Legion.

"Come on, if you want to sleep, you'll have to sleep on the council table from now on."

Lin Heng nodded, and then followed the Grey Knights, who looked like guards and jailers, towards the center of the parliament.

"Gerald..."

"what happened?"

"Did you often hear complicated mumblings when you were undergoing the Underworld Walker Trial?"

"Oh... Of course, to be honest, there is still a voice grinding its teeth in my ear.

But I'm used to it, and if you didn't tell me, I would almost forget it existed."

Gerald pretended to be relaxed and said, "Side effects, backlash, or mental resonance are all possible. There are several voices in total."

"How many...I'm afraid I can't count them all."

Everyone stopped, leaving only Lin Heng, whose footsteps were still echoing in the corridor.