Shipping goods from the game to the World of Warhammer

After resting for a while in the Trade Certification Hall, Rhodes prepared to return to his lord's captain's bedroom.

Fortunately, the energy intensity in the subspace also fluctuates. After the initial journey, the flow of subspace energy calmed down significantly. Although the discomfort still occurred in the body, the degree and frequency were significantly reduced.

Subspace energy seeped into the upper bridge, not to mention other parts of the Christina.

As soon as Rhodes stepped out of the inquest hall, his communicator received a message from Aria: a crew member on the lower deck had gone mad, and the Discipline Master had sent men to suppress him, warning him to be careful.

Fortunately, the Geller field is still relatively stable at the moment. The crew members were only driven mad by the emotional energy of the warp. If they were to encounter a warp storm, they might end up growing various joints and organs in front of everyone and transforming into warp monsters.

Similar reports continued to arrive from various parts of the ship, and this was the first time Rhodes had personally experienced the dangers of subspace travel.

A mere slightly intense fluctuation within the warp is enough to erase a long list of names from the crew list. Most of the ships that encounter warp storms are destined to be swallowed and corroded by the warp, torn to shreds into scrap metal, or turned into ghost ships drifting in space.

Rhodes pushed open the door to his bedroom and came face to face with two green Nurgles behind the door.

Two fat, festering faces were less than an inch from his nose, grinning foolishly and revealing yellowed, sharp teeth in their enormous mouths. On his neck, where flesh had piled up in circles, there were throbbing, dark green pustules.

After making eye contact with Rhodes, the two Nurgles made indistinct gurgling noises as they reached out their hands toward him.

"Someone come here!" Forget about appearances, Rod shouted as he pulled out his automatic pistol and pulled the trigger on the hand that was reaching out to him.

Green and yellow liquid splattered on the floor, and the gunshots and commands summoned the guards stationed on the outside.

The subspace voyage went very smoothly. Apart from a few thousand crew members going insane, disappearing, or dying due to subspace hallucinations and other reasons, the ship suffered almost no losses.

As for the crew, for the Christina, as long as it doesn't involve the core personnel on board, all the crew members are consumable resources that can be replenished at any time once the ship reaches its next destination.

Of course, the price was Rhodes's wounded spirit from vomiting all the way.

Rhodes still remembers that stench. Even though the cleaning servants swept that area more than a dozen times, he still felt that the smell still had the lingering "fragrance" unique to Nurgle's demons.

Without guards on duty, the situation might have been even worse, with fungal mats, nectar of tarantula, and dead springtails potentially splattering the entire room.

When traversing the warp, wherever one may be, the energy of the warp may distort the boundary between reality and nightmares, giving rise to all sorts of terrifying warp monsters.

For this reason, Rhodes, who had been on tenterhooks and under high tension for three consecutive days, went straight back to his bed when he heard that the subspace voyage had ended and the Christina had returned to the real universe.

Sooner or later, I will make this broken subspace travel disappear completely.

As Rod lay on the solid wood bed, covered with a thick velvet quilt, he thought this before his consciousness sank into a dream.

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Blackwing Harbor is one of the Empire's spaceports in the Ormis Expansion Zone, and also an important trade route between the Empire and the Ormis Expansion Zone.

Workers loading and unloading cargo moved back and forth in the port's berthing area, carrying goods or resting in place. In addition to these ordinary workers, there were also people dressed in distinctly different clothes constantly entering and leaving the area. Most of these were merchants from various trade groups who came to Blackwing Port to trade.

Rhodes, Aria, and two soldiers in plainclothes were also among them, and a man and a woman surrounded him as his shuttle landed in the docking area of ​​the space pier.

"Hello, Mr. Rhodes, the wandering merchant. The dock manager is currently very busy, so please allow me to come see you on his behalf." The leading man, wearing a monocle, gestured for Rhodes to follow him.

There was no grand welcoming ceremony, which didn't surprise Rhodes at all. The other party was not his subordinate, but the general manager of the space port of the empire. The relationship between Rhodes and a merchant ronin from a declining dynasty was like that of water between wells and rivers.

The dock manager would give the traveling merchants nominal respect, since they always had the trading license. The traveling merchants, on the other hand, could not command the imperial dock manager, otherwise it would be a blatant provocation against the imperial authority.

Besides, Rhodes didn't really want to attract attention on this trip. Normally it would be fine, but he wasn't on his own territory right now.

He wanted to increase the influence of the Van der Reich by increasing the crop yields of Esperan, but he couldn't go too far. Otherwise, if people traced the source of his seeds and fertilizers back to where they came from, he would be exposed as a heretic and it wouldn't be long before the insect swarm was exposed.

"How much longer will your manager be busy? We didn't come here just to wait in line." Aliya frowned, clearly displeased.

"I'm so sorry, the manager is discussing a collaboration with someone else and it may take several more hours. If you don't mind, I can show you and your confidant around Blackwing Harbor first," another woman quickly apologized.

"Never mind, I'll just take a look myself. Go back and tell the steward to contact me via communicator once he's finished with his work."

Rod shook his head helplessly. It seemed that the other party was also very busy, and he could take this opportunity to properly tour the dock.

"We will convey your message to the steward." The man and woman who were responsible for greeting Rhodes exchanged a glance, then bowed and left.

After the two left, Rhodes also took Aria away from the space dock's berthing area.

Blackwing Harbor has an intricate, multi-level structure. Metal staircases divide the entire spaceport into different zones, and just like in the Nest City world, the lower the residential area, the lower one's social status tends to be.

"Shall we go down and take a look?" Rhodes asked Aria. He had never seen what ordinary people in the Warhammer world lived like before, and now was the perfect opportunity.

"That's not a place you should go," Aliya sighed, but still acquiesced to Rhodes's actions.

As the altitude decreases, the surrounding buildings gradually become old and dilapidated, and there is more debris and garbage on the ground. The flow of people becomes more and more dense, but there is still a long distance to the bottom of the space dock.

Rhodes leaned against the railing, looking down with curiosity. The uneven houses and roads formed a maze of intricate structures. It would be quite easy for anyone to hide in such a steel maze.

"Grab him!" A furious voice came from behind.

A ragged figure darted out from the alleyway behind Rhodes, frantically running through the crowd, searching for gaps.

Several law enforcement officers followed closely behind, clearly not intending to let the man go.

The moment Rhodes turned around, the figure's head bumped right into him.