Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 521: A Night of Terror in the Tomb (Happy New Year)

Become a psychic?
Taylor had this idea before, but getting so close to the subspace meant his head would explode and his thoughts would be in chaos.

His exploration of psychic power has always been limited, and it can even be said that he is restrained and hostile.

But he still hasn't forgotten the horrible things that monster like Magnus did, and he is filled with both fear and expectation.

That kind of destructive power is truly terrifying, like an Imperial Titan being stuffed alive into a human body.

Secondly, the word "magic" has been considered romantic and full of imagination and miracles throughout the 20 years of human civilization.

It was not until the Dark Technology Age that people began to believe that magic was lethal and uncontrollable.

It now seems that although the use of psychic power has become stable after 20,000 years of trial and error, it is still dangerous and uncontrollable for humans.

Taylor was now completely justified in saying, "I refuse."

Settra wasn't confused, she just replied, "I guessed it."

"But have you ever thought about it?"

"Which human leader doesn't have an unclear relationship with psychic power?"

“A person who holds a high position must have the ability to understand the universe, that is, the environment in which we live.”

His words were extremely inflammatory, but Taylor was not shaken and he responded seriously.

"I will not go along with those people, even if I die."

"I will not inhale the filth of the Warp and hope the gods turn my head into, well, mush."

Settra smiled. "Psionics is but one power, my friend. Your fear is impressive, but most species feared radioactivity when they developed nuclear fuel."

"But look, we stand tall in the void, and the existence of the core is a great contribution."

"Don't be afraid. If we want to go further, psychic power must be mastered."

Taylor said helplessly. "My friend, you are a dead spirit. You are a being that has never needed to master psychic powers. You have no soul..."

"What are you telling me now? You want me to learn how to use those things?"

"Then why don't you put a bomb in my palm and see?"

Settra replied with a wry smile. "But I, we defeated the C'tan and the Eldar. They are experts in psychic powers."

"Although we don't need to enter the subspace because we have mastered faster-than-light travel and pocket space, the second thing is..."

There was a hint of helplessness in his words.

"We are already dead, and what is moving now is just a tombstone carrying our memory."

"The Necrons' final wish is to close the Great Rift and once again explore the outer reaches of the galaxy, as we are meant to do."

"Dead Spirit..."

"We wanted to recreate the feeling we had when our species was just starting out, with an almost endless amount of worlds to explore."

"Just like a baby learning to walk, I am walking on the endless clouds again."

"So believe me, the Necrons are experts in psionic powers because our enemies are the best wizards in the entire universe."

Taylor said a little excitedly.

"Of course, of course I know." "But can I master that power?"

Settra replied. "You are already adept at this. You are a warrior of the might of gods. You wield the power of the Emperor of Mankind, and you also know how to wield psionics."

Taylor nodded slightly at this moment, mainly because he knew very well how many terrible things he would face, how many terrifying nightmares, demons or worse.

Obviously, he must possess some power beyond that of mortals, and secondly, he does have an unclear relationship with psychic power.

"Oh, my Lord, the Emperor is above us," Taylor began to uneasily deploy his troops after they had just completed a beautiful blocking battle.

This is not considerate, but the current war situation does urgently require a counterattack.

Many soldiers had to be woken up after just one night's sleep, which was the tiring equivalent of continuous combat.

This is not optimistic, but fortunately, Mr. Setra's friendship provides a small hole. Although the narrow and ridiculous pocket space is not big, it can serve as a stable channel for supplies.

However, it is almost impossible to transport humans or undead because of their instability, so soldiers cannot be transported. After all, there is a high probability that precious troops will disappear into the void, and the risk is too great.

At the same time, it was finally proved that the probability of this thing passing was only 70%, which is very high, but the problem is that this passing probability does not mean that it will pass intact.

But only 70% of the things were transported.

Therefore, things like tanks and airplanes cannot be transported at all, and artillery shells and projectiles must be transported in boxes, otherwise 30% of the shells will disappear and become unusable, such as due to missing charges or warheads.

As for the human supplies from the Undead, especially those with the mark of Chaos on them, Taylor actually didn't have much interest in knowing too much.

After all, those things probably came from shady sources, and there might even be bloodstains on them that could be detected using ultraviolet light scanning.

However, large quantities of good things like coffee and milk can still be transported quickly, which, combined with hot water and sugar, can become a good morale-boosting medicine, as well as some tobacco for cigarettes.

I have to say that those Chaos guys are also busy with food and drink, and the quality is really good, and has not been contaminated by Chaos and turned into that indescribable stuff.

Of course, it cannot be compared with Lord Guilliman’s inventory, but it is comparable to the good stuff that the top brass of the Imperial Navy have painstakingly collected.

All I can say is that the Necrons don't need to eat or drink, and if Settra didn't have a habit of watching others eat, these good things probably wouldn't have been kept.

Although there were some losses in the ammunition and artillery, most of them were of good quality and were of standard Imperial caliber.

This can be considered as another chance to recover some blood amidst the numerous difficulties.

This incident gave Taylor one of the few courageous things he could think of, but it only gave him a little bit of it.

After all, artillery and bullets have never been very effective against the undead, and such supplies are largely just to make themselves feel a little more at ease.

After all, artillery fire can slow down the speed of those monsters, and the real killing actually depends on the weapons and equipment of the Space Marines and elite soldiers.

Or a tank's armor-piercing main gun or large-caliber machine gun.

As the battle line began to advance, Taylor could already see flesh-and-blooded undead buildings in the distance and flesh-covered skeletons on the ground.

The good news is that this place is evergreen all year round and it is very comfortable to live in. The bad news is that this place is evergreen all year round and corpses will stink very quickly.

The soldiers endured the uncomfortable smell and slowly moved forward, and then the disturbing dark green tomb in the distance began to show its horror.

What was unbearable at this moment was that Setra suddenly said something in Taylor's ear.

“It’s like coming home!”

　Christmas is not a foreign festival without me

　　
　
(End of this chapter)