Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 203 Dalova

But at this moment, all these ordinary Star Speakers were lying dead in iron coffins. And the mechanical priests who were carrying out the routine inspections and maintenance around them had also fallen to the ground, seemingly asleep, but in reality, they had been gone for a while.

All 80-plus ordinary Star Speakers were dead. They quickly walked across the matrix. The transcendent Star Speaker above was lying on the ground, but judging from his breathing, he was still alive.

This delighted him, and he quickly picked her up.

At the same time, the heaviness in my heart eased slightly. As a battle barge of Astartes, it was an indispensable part, even though it was equipped with few Star Speakers.

After all, they are also a crucial element in interstellar communication.

Normally, only 50 or 100 people are assigned. Under normal circumstances, there are only 30. The reason for the large number being assigned now is that a new think tank director has not yet been selected on the warship.

Therefore, the think tank curator's psionic communication and short-range tactical network also need to be built by these star speakers.

Therefore, the number of people was increased.

But now, merely the corruption of the warp has returned them to the Golden Throne. Keep in mind that these ordinary travelers' iron-barred compartments are equipped with Blackstone armor and anti-demonic runes.

This situation is clearly very serious!

Looking at the unconscious Transcendent Star Speaker, he sighed inwardly. A Transcendent Star Speaker was quite rare.

Especially those who can enter the Astartes warships. This is because a qualified Transcendental Speaker needs to undergo a soul-binding ritual and be strengthened by the Mechanicus, and their psionic level usually reaches Beta level (level 23) or higher.

The transcendent cosmic being who had just picked him up snorted. He looked down and saw the star-speaker slowly open the third eye on his forehead.

"My lord! A suitable path has been found. Someone needs to command us to start the engine and jump out of the subspace." The weak voice spoke with unwavering determination.

The Astartes' face lit up with joy. He quickly went to a cubicle and dragged out the ordinary Star Speaker who was already dead inside.

With a mighty slash of his chainsaw, he sliced ​​chunks of the black stone armor plates, inscribed with anti-demonic runes. Activating his nano-core, he assembled the armor into a coffin, carefully placing the transcendent star-speaker inside. He then ripped chains from the surrounding machinery, tightly binding them and securing them to his waist.

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"Report! Intense subspace fluctuations detected." A Transcendent Star Speaker, who was conducting a routine communications check, suddenly changed his expression.

It's important to know that they are currently in a star system located on the dark side of the Empire, near the Nakmonde Corridor.

Especially now that their warband is located in the Dalowa system, it is under the strict control of the Chaos forces.

This report was quickly forwarded to our regiment's highest-ranking commander, Battalion Commander Bastian Grix.

He looked at the group of people who had arrived with extreme surprise and astonishment. "What does this mean? Could it be that an unknown imperial fleet has provided support to us?"

Chapter Commander Bastian Grix, who was conducting guerrilla warfare against the Chaos forces in the Dalowa system and was directly under Guilliman's command, pondered the various reports that had previously mentioned Imperial support for them.

I really can't imagine what kind of imperial-supported fleet would come recently.
Cyrus Shadowblade Inquisitor stepped forward, bowed, and said, "It's an unknown ship. We sent messages to investigate, but there has been no response."

As a renowned Inquisitor among the Wardens of the Corridors, he has fought year-round on the front lines against Chaos, especially in environments like the Nakdomonder Corridors. His expression is one of intense tension, and his loyalty to the Emperor is one of fanatical devotion.

Therefore, he was extremely nervous about this sudden subspace fluctuation. He had even notified Mercatas the Anvil Sage, instructing him to immediately activate the Martyr-class self-defense turrets deployed at the entrance of the corridor if necessary.

The deployment of this fortress has also led to various controversial statements from this renowned sage who served the empire.

This defensive turret, equipped with viral warheads and a genetic recognition system, is capable of purifying any unauthorized warship.

Whether it's aliens, chaos warships, or even Imperial support forces, without authorization, they'll just be wiped out with a single shot.

In the world of Dalowa, due to the influence of the chaotic power of space compression, the flow of time here is completely out of proportion to the flow of time on the Empire's side.

This not only caused difficulties in the operation of various intelligence systems and support, but the existence of this fort, coupled with the local environment, further hindered the Empire's ability to provide support and issue orders to the Corridor Watchers from time to time.

But everything has its pros and cons. Although the layout of this fortress was heavily criticized by the Empire, it also effectively deterred many Chaos spies who wanted to infiltrate the Empire on a large scale through the corridor.

“They’re heading straight for Dalowa!” Bastian Glicks said, frowning as he looked at the image on his tablet showing the object hurtling toward them from the warp.

For some reason, he had a feeling that all of this was arranged by the emperor.

“We have already informed His Majesty the Regent, but it will take some time!” Inquisitor Cyrus Shadowblade said, but still firmly stated, “We need Your Majesty’s personal approval, Chapter Master, to explain the specific situation we are facing here. This will allow His Majesty the Regent to make a preliminary assessment of the situation.”

“I understand!” Bastian Glicks replied, his brow furrowed as he stared at the data displayed on the tablet.

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Meanwhile, in the warp, the Ironbeams aboard the Seraphim had already begun engaging in close combat. There were simply too many demons rushing towards them.

Even with ample weapons and ammunition, these demons charged forward fearlessly, paying the price of countless deaths for every half step forward, yet they remained undaunted.

As a result, they have now had to resort to close combat.

Bang!

Just then, the entire ship began to shake violently. The shaking was so violent that even the charging demons stumbled and fell, causing a violent, wave-like surge.

"What's going on?" Tiberos also stumbled during the violent shaking. But he quickly steadied himself and used his spinning blade to sweep away the surrounding waves of demons, asking in confusion.

He already had a guess in his mind, because he could feel the increasingly dense and chaotic energy around him rapidly dissipating.

What does this mean? He clearly knows what it means.

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(End of this chapter)