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Chapter 204 Physics has ceased to exist again!!

"What did you talk about?"

On the way back, White Wolf asked Brother Seed.

"We didn't talk about much. It was mainly Judge Rostov who talked to us about the Black Stone device."

Brother Zhong didn't hide anything and revealed the contents of their secret meeting.

"While investigating the theft and illegal trading of Blackstone, he unexpectedly discovered that the Great Raider Abaddon wanted to use the Blackstone device to expand the Great Rift."

"And their next target is the world of Hydefraar Fortress."

"If this fortress world falls, the borders of the three nearby star systems will be in danger."

"In addition, it will open a path from the Eye of Fear to Terra."

He frowned, looking thoughtful, when he didn't eat beef.
"Could it be that unlucky fellow—the Scarlet Path that Professor Cayan promoted?"

Brother Zhong nodded.
"It starts with the Eye of Fear and extends to the Crimson Path of Terra."

"It can allow the demon army to advance unimpeded, directly threatening Terra and destroying the empire."

"If this plan succeeds, the threat it poses will be even more terrible than the Horus Rebellion of the past."

"Humanity will never be able to escape the dark fate of being enslaved by the gods."

The Crimson Path is a vicious plot devised by Abaddon to destroy the Empire.

Even before the first Black Crusade began, the Great Raiders were already planning this.

Horus's failure taught Abaddon a lesson.

Without a solid rear, time and victory will not be on their side.

If they had truly controlled half the empire back then, their chances of winning would have been much greater, and they would have been much more at ease.

Horus did indeed severely weaken the loyalists at the outset of the rebellion.

But the loyalists are recovering too quickly, especially Guilliman.

In the later stages, they, as the rebels, had lost their advantage.

If they continue to delay, they will undoubtedly lose.

From the day the Black Legion was formed and vowed to take revenge on the Corpse King...

Abaddon secretly warned himself that he must never repeat Horus's mistake.

So he spent ten thousand years launching thirteen Black Expeditions.

First, destroy the Black Stone Obelisk at the key node, weakening the barrier between reality and the High Heaven.

Finally, they achieved their goal in one decisive battle, assembling a large army and destroying the Cardia Fortress at all costs.

With the shattering of Kadia, the Eye of Terror expanded, tearing apart the galaxy and creating a great rift that split the vast empire in two.

It must be said that this was a brilliant plan that completely reversed the situation.

This move almost buried the human empire alive.

If Guilliman hadn't been resurrected, the Empire of Man could have truly been laid to rest in its coffin.

Of course, if the Crimson Path succeeds, even with Guilliman in charge, the Empire will be doomed.

Countless demons can surge towards Terra along the Crimson Path.

No matter how many troops humanity sends to Terra, they will be completely consumed by the demons.

"So what are we going to do?" the white wolf asked curiously.

As he walked, Brother Zhong answered the other person's questions.

"The Rostov Inquisitors traced the Chaos traitors' collection of many black stones and installed them into some kind of device."

"These devices can tear apart the veil between the real world and the celestial realm; they are like a small knife trying to cut through the Milky Way along a great rift."

"Inquisitor Rostov suspects that there are many such devices, and the one we need to deal with is the black stone device that is about to invade the world of Hydefraar Fortress."

"The Witcher Chapter will work with the Inquisition and the Unyielding Expedition to stop the Blackrock Machine, uncover its secrets, and thwart Abaddon's plot."

"Another long-term mission." The man who doesn't eat beef stroked his chin, looking thoughtful.

"It looks like this task will take quite a while."

"Searching for the ruins of the ancient saints and uncovering the conspiracy behind the Black Stone Device. These two tasks sound like massive undertakings." White Wolf nodded in deep agreement.

Brother Zhong looked at White Wolf and the guy who didn't eat beef, and shared his opinion.

"In my opinion, it's actually a good thing."

"Both of these are long-term missions, and either one will have a huge impact on the future of the Empire. If we can complete them successfully, we are guaranteed to receive a Skyhawk Medal."

"Do you remember the battle against Sintira? Back then, we were the least favored. But we proved ourselves the best that time, winning the MVP and becoming famous overnight."

"Right now, we're at a disadvantage compared to other player groups. Many newly formed chapters have caught up with us."

"The path to becoming the King of Souls is truly more difficult than other advancement routes,"

"Because of the absence of a soul field, NPCs are very resistant to us. Apart from those groups that come into contact with demons, other NPCs do not want to stay with us."

"These two long-term missions are our chance to turn things around. If we can get both Golden Eagle Medals at the same time, the Witcher Chapter will become the brightest star on the player chapter leaderboard."

"The boss is right." White Wolf nodded repeatedly.

"Awesome, that gets my blood pumping. I almost want to summon a little devil and beat him up." The guy who doesn't eat beef clenched his fist and punched the air a few times.

"It's a pity the Imperial Glory isn't here, otherwise we would definitely go into the Beast Garden and give those subspace creatures a good beating." White Wolf agreed with the person who didn't eat beef.

"Alright, stop thinking about taking your anger out on those demons. Let's go back and prepare for battle," Brother Zhong said.

"Also, don't talk too much to the NPCs; there might be traitors within the Third Fleet."

"Once the information is leaked, the enemy is very likely to change their strategy or simply not show themselves at all."

White Wolf shrugged. "Well, even if we wanted to say something, the NPCs wouldn't understand."

"I've noticed something: whenever something important comes up, the NPCs hear strange whispers that they can't understand."

"So there's absolutely no need to worry about us leaking secrets."

Brother Zhong nodded. "You're right, but we still need to be careful. No matter what, this mission is crucial to whether we can get the Skyhawk Medal."

"As one of the founding members of Warhammer Online, it would be really embarrassing not to get the Aquila Medal."

"Don't worry, boss. We'll definitely get the Skyhawk Medal," said "Not Eating Beef," patting his chest confidently.

………………

After the action plan was finalized, the Third Expeditionary Fleet quickly sprang into action.

Cassandra is an extremely talented commander.
She split the fleet into different battle groups.

These battle groups were further divided into different task forces, which simultaneously headed to different battlefields.
Support the local garrison, cut off the Chaos army, and trap the enemy in a predicament of being surrounded and isolated.

In the past, communication was the empire's greatest weakness.

Psionic communication is inefficient and its information is easily tampered with.
However, with the deployment of the Lighthouse Network, this problem has been solved.

Different ships can communicate in real time through the lighthouse network, share intelligence, and receive orders from superiors.

The command structure can exchange information in real time and quickly change its strategies based on the enemy's movements.

The communication network connects all the warships closely, making them a unified whole.

The statement that communication efficiency can determine the victory of a battle is absolutely no exaggeration.

On the battlefield, the strength of an army depends not only on the size of its troops.
It depends more on the level at which the command can utilize the strength of an army.
The speed of troop mobilization is an important metric.

As the saying goes, speed is of the essence in war.
The side with information and mobility advantages can outmaneuver its opponent like a dog.

Of course, with the help of the warp, the Chaos army wouldn't be in such a sorry state, but it would still be enough for the Imperial army to gain the upper hand.

As fleet commander, Cassandra led the Blackfestu battle group to confront the enemy head-on, delaying the massacre of the expeditionary force.

Other combat groups took the opportunity to prune away the branches that had been used to massacre the expeditionary force, leaving them isolated and helpless.

Asagi led the Saint-Aster combat group, obeying the orders of Inquisitor Rostov, and acted together.
The Witcher Brotherhood also received a mission from Cassandra.

The fleet commander hoped they could work with the San Astor battle group to track down the Blackstone device and thwart Chaos's plot.

Those who betray the cause of chaos are never fools.
On the contrary, they are intelligent and know how to assess situations.

They installed the Blackstone device on a mobile, abandoned spaceship, which lingered far out of sight of the Imperial fleet.

Prior to this operation, Commander Asagai and Judge Rostov had also attempted to pursue each other.
However, as soon as the enemy realizes the threat, they will quickly escape into the warp, leaving the Imperial fleet alone in the void in disarray.

After several failed trials, the Rostov Inquisitor created an alien device that could help the navigator lock onto the Black Stone device.

The cost of using this device is the life of the navigator.

A mid-level navigator named Scolos Everhafford accepted this doomed mission.

His conditions were that the Empire would recognize his legitimacy and that his navigator family would place his remains in their family cemetery.

Skolos is a navigator and also a person with a slight mutation.

He had an extra joint on one of his fingers, and a fleshy growth on his neck that resembled a human face.

By the court's standards, Scolos was a mutant who had to be eliminated.
However, he was granted a pardon in consideration of his value as a navigator.

However, he was also permanently stripped of his right to have children by the Alfred family.
They also regarded him as a jinx, making things difficult for him and humiliating him in every way, and finally even sold him off as a commodity.

Scolos's only wish in life was to have his body and name included in the Alfred family cemetery and clan register.

That would be a great humiliation and revenge for those family members who had looked down on him.

“Scolos Everhafford, I promise to vindicate you. When you complete this task, you will be an Imperial hero.”

Judge Rostov granted the navigator's request.

Players, led by Brother Zhong, watched the story unfold while silently giving the official team a thumbs up.

Even a navigator facing certain death was given such a story.
It's clear that the developers put a lot of effort into making this game.

…………

The Saint Astor combat group has been deployed.

They plunged headlong into the turbulent subspace currents.

Scolos was seated in the chief chair in the navigation room.
A machine forged from black granite was placed before him.

The malice contained within the metal machinery was harming his soul.

Scolos's eyes were fixed on the mechanical monitor, his thoughts leaping with the flashes of light across it.
The vertical eye on his forehead, his warp eye, gazed towards the magnificent High Heaven.
The endless whirlpool churned and churned, constantly extending and contracting in all directions.
From one perspective, the highest heavens are breathtakingly beautiful, but behind this beauty lies a deadly crisis.

Beneath the dazzling light lies astonishing malice, enough to harm the souls of ordinary people.

Under the combined damage from the mysterious machinery and the Supreme Heaven, Skolos felt immense pain.
He had a high fever, severe heart pain, a red throat, and occasionally let out a shrill cry.

But he still insisted on fulfilling his duties.

Several Soulless players, including Brother Seed, White Wolf, and No-Eat-Beef, stood guard outside the navigation room, using their Soulless Force Field to prevent the influx of subspace power and avoid losing control.

Judge Rostov stood before Skolos, guiding the poor navigator.
"Connect your soul with this machine, and then search for that cyst sandwiched between reality and the warp."

"That thing wanders in the place where the celestial realm and the material world meet. It is hard and strange, and does not belong to either world."

"This machine is very powerful. You have to be quick and find that target before it burns out your life."

"........."

Skolos struggled to stay calm amidst the pain, drawing strength from the junior navigators around him to support him in completing the mission.

Guided by Judge Rostov, Skolos found traces of the black stone device.

It was a black line, like blood in water, attracting the lifeless.
They gathered near the black line, emitting hungry howls.

"I saw it!!"

Skolos's voice was filled with pain, and crimson lines appeared on his skin.

The machine was devouring his body and soul, and terrifying heat was building up inside him.

Skolos's Warp Eye followed the black line.

The surging energy generated by the dissipation of matter stirred up the subspace, making the storm increasingly dangerous.

Finally, he saw that thing.

Through the tattered curtain, Skolos saw the dark reality and the ever-changing, twinkling stars.

A hellish crimson light is streaking across the material world.

Inside the light was an ancient, wrecked spaceship.

It trailed a huge asteroid behind it, which carried a stone engine.

Countless illusions appeared, attempting to disturb Skolos's mind.

Entwined snakes, churning blood, piles of screaming corpses, and roaring thugs.

The illusions are ever-changing, each carrying a deep malice.

Scolos focused his mind, trying to see through the disguise and discover the machine's true nature.

At the same time, his body was burning under supernatural heat, his flesh and bones separating and turning into hard carbon.

The sacrifice paid off, and Skolos saw what the machine looked like.

It is a bizarre engine with eight blade-shaped black stone spires.
Arranged around a central point, they form an evil, chaotic eight-pointed star.

It is half located in subspace and half in real space.
It was being towed forward by that wrecked ship that exuded astonishing malice.

It rotates at high speed, cutting and disintegrating the surface of real space, allowing subspace to overflow.

"It's locked. Migrate immediately."

Scolos stared intently at the engine.

The malice emanating from that engine also clung tightly to Scolos, pulling at his soul like a whirlpool.

Skolos's life was rapidly slipping away, his body dissipating at a visible speed.

"Migrate to the physical universe."

The navigation officer, who had been on standby, turned on his communicator and began to report to the entire fleet.

Skolos's soul is dissipating.

In the final moments of his life, his life flashed by like a revolving lantern.

Born into the Alfred family, he possessed a third eye from birth, allowing him to see directly into the warp, making him the ideal seed for a navigator.

However, he possessed a mutation.

Even with exceptional talent, they still face discrimination.
“You are destined to be a traitor. Letting you live would only tarnish the family’s honor.”

His father loathed him and would beat or scold him for the slightest displeasure.

His mother didn't love him either, and regarded him as a disgrace and a jinx.

If it weren't for his exceptional navigational talent, which makes Skolos so valuable, he would never have grown up.

After reaching adulthood, Skolos was treated like an expensive commodity by his family and hastily sold off, for fear that he would bring disaster to the family.

"I am not a traitor; I am loyal to the Emperor."

Scolos used his last strength to speak, putting an end to his life.

Then, his body turned to ashes and vanished into the air.

"Praise be to you, Scolos, your duty has been fulfilled, may you rest in the Emperor's embrace."

Judge Rostov offered a salute to Skolos's remains.

…………

The Saint Astor battle group has entered the real world.

The numerous warships quickly ignited their reality engines and reformed their formation.
The engine at the rear spewed out a brilliant blue plasma light as it charged toward its destination.

The enemy had only one ship, trailing a massive asteroid behind it.
The device was equipped with a black stone device, and a divination instrument scan showed that it was not carrying any other weapons.

Hundreds of warships against one warship—the advantage is on my side!

Standing on the bridge, Asagay, who was directing the battle, had a smile on his face.

"All ships, open fire!"

"Torpedoes and light lances are launched simultaneously, covering an area of ​​eight kilometers. The ship lists to port and prepares for a salvo from the main guns."

"Increase reactor output, increase speed, we absolutely cannot let the enemy escape."

"All ships, follow up and maintain formation."

Asagh kept issuing orders.
However, her smile did not last long.

The first wave of Helios-class torpedoes and large light spears quickly struck the wrecked spaceship and the asteroid behind it.
The light spears were the fastest; they hit their targets without encountering any obstacles.
However, they achieved nothing and simply vanished into thin air.

The torpedo, carrying a heavy atom fusion warhead, exploded just before making contact, producing a light as bright as the sun.

The dazzling blue and white light turned everything in the starry sky into a monotonous black and white.

However, it still did not cause any damage.

The wrecked spaceship and the asteroid withstood a salvo from the San Astor battle group without sustaining any damage.

Asha's eyes widened.
The same was true for the many officials on the bridge.

The Saint Astor battle group's salvo was enough to turn a planet into a dead zone, but it didn't even manage to destroy a single hair on the enemy's head.

Players like Zhong Ge were also dumbfounded.

Even if warp space is powerful, it can't be this powerful!

Are we even talking about science anymore?

But thinking about it, subspace really doesn't follow science.

"That ship and the asteroid are protected by the power of subspace."

Judge Rostov said,
"We need to destroy the black stone device on the asteroid before we can destroy the ship."

Before the Imperial side could come up with a new tactic, the head of the divination instrument issued a warning.

"Commander, I've detected multiple targets that have broken out of the asteroid's orbit. They...they..."

“Explain yourself,” Asagay said.

“They don’t look like ships; I’m trying to get clearer readings,” the oracles manager replied.

“Turn the visual image around,” Asagay said.

Several large screens decorated with golden double-headed eagles fell from the ceiling, and empty images appeared on the monitors.

The image doesn't show ships, but countless monsters.

Some flapped their wings, and although there was no air in the void, they still flew, just like birds soaring in the atmosphere.

There were also some monsters driving chariots, pulled by flaming war beasts.
They let out deep roars that made the void rumble.

Some were on all fours, running wildly toward the location of the Saint Astor battle group.

The number of demons is endless, like a surging tide.

Their existence mocks the laws of the real universe, and also mocks the physics that no longer exists.

"Damn it," Asagay cursed, then shut down the image to prevent innocent crew members from being poisoned again.

"Issue a ship-wide announcement: All armed crew, garrison troops, and Space Marines, prepare to receive the boarders."

“If we don’t destroy the Black Stone device on the asteroid, we’ll have a hard time winning. The Black Stone device allows those demons to thrive in the real universe,” Rostov said. “I need an elite force to go with me.”

“That’s too dangerous; it could very well be a trap,” Asagay said.

“Even if it is, I will jump in,” Rostov said. “I will report this to the fleet commander, Kassandra.”

"No matter what sacrifices we have to make, we must hold off the enemy and thwart their plot."

After Rostov persuaded Asagai, he established communications with Kassandra using the lighthouse network.

Upon learning of the judge's decision, she did not appear surprised, as if she had expected it, and instead brought up another matter.

"Having been an Alien Inquisitor for so long, you must have collected quite a few good things, right?"

Rostov: "…………"

"Is the fleet commander going to inherit my legacy?"

Cassandra scoffed.
"You're overthinking it, Judge. I just don't want to pay for your life."

"Take the chosen ones with you, and if there is any sacrifice required, let them go."

"Also, remember to share your legacy as a reward for the chosen ones."

"If you're too stingy, they won't work hard for you."

As soon as Kassandra finished speaking, Rostov received a message.

[Commander of the Third Unyielding Expeditionary Fleet—Cassandra Verlescus—invites you to join the Chosen Ones questline.]

You can seek the help of the Chosen Ones by posting reward tasks.

Rostov: "…………"

Things seem to be getting a little strange.

P.S.: I've already changed the name, guys.

(End of this chapter)