Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Hearing the conclusion of the chief projector, Luo Xi was a little amused.

The Chief knew him too well, and had even taken corresponding measures to respond to any thoughts he might have.

If he chose to escape and wander around the world with the Red Alert, the seed of human civilization, then the Chief would not appear again to interfere with his choice.

Because the man knew that as long as he expressed his opposition to Luo Xi's escapist tendencies, Luo Xi would really give up the idea of ​​escaping.

Then it was no longer his choice.

Luo Xi had a vague feeling that the Chief was more inclined towards the second path, that is, he joined the ongoing game in the galaxy and used the technological power of Red Alert to make more changes.

He didn't say it explicitly, but the appearance of this image is evidence.

"I think you should have understood by now that the STC templates carried by the Red Alert are not cutting-edge technology from our time."

"Whether it's the humans of the era after us, or the Necrons, or those Eldar who only know how to indulge in depravity, they are all stronger than the humans of the Golden Age."

"As I believe, there is no absolute perfection, only constant approach to perfection. The more we delve into the laws of the universe, the more we realize our ignorance."

Although the chief in front of him was just a projection created by an intelligent computer, his posture was exactly the same as the person in Luo Xi's memory.

Those guys who call themselves Golden Men are becoming more and more crazy in modifying human genes. They are born from humans, but are swept up in arrogance and arrogance, and think they are a more superior species than humans.

As the most outstanding scientist, the Chief could immediately become the leader of the Golden People if he wanted to, but he has never shown a trace of indulgence or arrogance.

"I hope you can continue to collect the technological achievements of other outstanding civilizations and add them to our unfinished technology tree."

"My life is limited, but my knowledge is limitless. This is what a sage named Zhuangzi from ancient Terra said. I pass it on to you."

Luo Xi felt a surge of pride in his heart; the mission he had been upholding had finally taken shape.

To continue human civilization, the first thing to do is to complete the deformed technology tree of mankind.

The humans referred to here do not just refer to the empire established by the Lord of Mankind.

Even the legacy of the Golden Age in Roche's hands is also a crooked technology tree. Although it appears more flourishing than the Empire's puzzling technology, it cannot conceal the essential commonalities between the two.

Humans have been relying on the subspace ever since they stepped into the starry sea.

"Faros is only the first step. If humans can only rely on subspace navigation and astropathic communication to develop, they will never be able to escape the shadow of the subspace."

"Gradually replacing the outdated, inefficient, and error-ridden astropathic communications with the Necronic technology represented by Pharos will be a key step in the revival of humanity."

"The reason why humans have become what they are today, with half of the Emperor's sons choosing to betray, is not the so-called conflict of interests - the conflict between Grand Astartes and mortal supremacy, the Primarchs being excluded by the center of power, these are just superficial phenomena," said Roxi. He now has a better understanding of the deeper reasons.

"The root of everything is that humans cannot escape the influence of the subspace. Superluminal travel can only rely on subspace jumps, and ultra-long-distance communication can only rely on the astropathic transmission of those mutant astropaths.

Being unable to escape from the warp means that one will inevitably be manipulated and influenced by the will of the warp."

"If humans have independent communications and transportation methods from the Warp, and are able to isolate themselves from the influence of the Warp's corruption, then the Space Marines, and even the Primarchs, can disappear. After all, the Primarchs and Space Marines are just means of warfare created by the Emperor of Mankind to deal with the threat of the Warp."

Even those aliens are far less threatening than the chaos threat of the subspace. The former can be classified as disputes within the real universe, while the latter is completely a pollution of the real universe by another world.

A sincere smile appeared on the chief's face, which had always been as calm as water.

"I'm glad you realized this, Roche. You have deduced part of the truth from the error. You have discovered the fundamental contradiction. I hope you can contribute to solving this contradiction for mankind."

In Luo Xi's mind, the figure of the chief gradually faded away, leaving only his voice still echoing.

"The mission of this projection has been completed. If the real body knew this, he would definitely feel relieved."

Luo Xi was extremely reluctant, but he knew that with the Chief's character he would never keep this projection.

Even a false "chief" would trigger the hidden weakness in Luo Xi's heart.

He would involuntarily want to rely on the chief's wisdom and listen to his decisions and opinions.

"Keep moving forward, don't look back."

The voice finally faded away, and Luo Xi let out a long sigh, as if he had let out something.

The scene in front of his eyes returned to the original state of Alpha. The black stone walls stood grimly, as if they had never changed in millions of years.

"What's wrong with you? I think you seem distracted."

Dantioch's voice came from the side. In his eyes, Roche seemed to have lost his mind for two seconds, staring blankly at the black stone in front of him.

"If you need to rest, you can go back to the camp for a few days. With your mortal physique and such high-intensity work, I'm worried that you will die before me."

He thought that Roshi was overworked and had stress-induced mental problems after experiencing the resurrection of the Necrons, so he asked with concern.

Luo Xi turned his head in a daze, staring straight at Dantioch's somewhat ugly iron mask.

This roughly made silver-white iron mask looks pretty good somehow.

Afterwards, he chuckled foolishly a few times in a trance, which made the War Blacksmith even more confused.

"Oh no! If something really happens to this guy, how should I explain it to Lord Guilliman?"

Dantioch had not broken a sweat during the positional battle with the Necrons, but at this moment he felt beads of sweat oozing out from his power armor and back.

Guilliman's recognition and attention are more important to him than life.

After abandoning the Iron Warriors and his Primarch, loyalty to the Empire is the last thing this veteran, who has made great achievements in battle but has experienced many hardships, wants to do.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I just suddenly thought of some things clearly."

Roche waved his hand casually, and then he and Dantioch continued to study Pharos.

The information that Trazyn gave was just some superficial guidance. If he wanted to truly unleash Faros's other abilities, he would need more time to delve into and make breakthroughs.

"We have used the Pharos to light up the Macragge system. Hopefully, things will go more smoothly over there with Guilliman."

"I cannot imagine the terrible dangers that humans drifting in the warp will encounter without the light of the Astronomican."

This level of danger was far greater than that of the Terra navigators in ancient times. They were only driving a small boat, without supplies and no way to identify directions, but had to endure the 18th-level storm that raged all the time and shuttle across the entire Pacific Ocean.

At least the Pacific Ocean is not full of monsters and demons. Even those dangerous sea beasts only covet human flesh at most, and they are not like the evil creatures in the subspace that want to eat up human souls.

Even as Roche murmured these words, in the turbulent and chaotic sea of ​​souls, Faros's action of lighting up the Macragge galaxy had already demonstrated its value.

Chapter 133 A Flash in the Storm

This is the sea of ​​​​warp, which can also be called the void, the sea of ​​​​souls, and the highest sky.

As the opposite of the real universe, endless life emotions from many universes gather here, forming the indescribable and turbulent waves of the subspace.

The Warp is extremely dangerous. Whether it is the relationship between time and space that is so complex that no one can figure it out, or the Warp disasters that can devour all existence invisibly, they are the nightmare of all visitors.

But it is precisely with the help of the disorder of the subspace that humans can carry out superluminal travel and maintain a human empire at the level of a galaxy.

The Astronomican created by the Emperor of Mankind provides observable coordinates for all humans entering the Warp. With the help of the Astronomican's light to illuminate the way forward and guide the direction, humans can travel through the Warp efficiently.

And not long ago, at least relative to travelers entering the Warp, the light of the Terran Astronomican was extinguished.

An unstoppable warp storm blocked the light of the Astronomican, which immediately put humans in the warp into trouble.

The Sea of ​​Souls seemed to be angry. Under the storm, everything became more unpredictable. However, in such a terrifying environment, a Zeta-class messenger ship named Cang Yue still stubbornly drifted with the waves.

Even compared to human warships, this was a very small ship, carrying only a squad of Space Wolves, some necessary mortal servants, and Mechanicus priests who maintained the engine.

The Faffnir Bloodband recalled the oath they had sworn before the great Primarch of the VI Legion, Wolf Lord Leman Russ. They, the Space Wolves, would carry out the duties entrusted by Prime Minister Malcador, and each would lead a team to monitor those Primarchs whose positions were unclear.

After the Burning of Prospero, the Sixth Legion inflicted heavy damage on the Thousand Sons, but it also paid a huge price in the war.

Leman Russ had no resources to waste, so he ordered his son, Faffnir, to take ten wolf brothers on a starship to distant Ultramar.

"It has been three weeks. The timer on our ship shows that three Terran weeks have passed. We have been drifting aimlessly for who knows how long, ever since that terrible warp storm changed the color of the Sea of ​​Souls."

Faffnir said, holding a massive Fenrisian power axe upside down in his hand as he personally executed a maddened mortal crew member.

Without the light of the Astronomican, all humans lost in the Warp, and even starships, will suffer from even more severe Warp pollution.

The Crescent Moon, the ship under Faffnir's command, has been screaming since the day the warp storm arose out of nowhere.

Yes, the ship was screaming all the time. In the cabin, under the deck, in the engine room, the terrible screams with high and low rises and unusual sharpness could be heard in every corner.

The Wolf Warriors knew that it was the Warp that had turned their ship into this horrible state. The Waning Moon was just howling along with the terrible roar from the Warp.

The screams coming from the Sea of ​​Souls are truly terrifying. It sounds like the end of the world, just like in the ancient mythology passed down by Fenris: when the bloody setting sun sets, all things are about to end, the giant wolf devours its own tail, and a silent era with only the underworld arrives.

After executing the mortal crew member who had completely lost his mind, the Space Wolf, who was wearing snow wolf fur on his power armor, turned and walked towards the bridge.

The ceramic steel armor stepped heavily on the deck, but the touch was as soft and sticky as if it was stepping on flesh and corpses.

"Captain, you..."

Faffnal pushed open the heavy airtight door, only to see the captain holding his head, clamping his ears with his arms, curled up in his chair and whimpering.

This strong man is beginning to break down, the Space Wolf thought.

But he was not completely hopeless. Faffnir tied the captain to the seat with a rope made of the sinews of the Fenris giant bear and let him calm down.

Elsewhere on the ship, Brother Busorin, known as "Axe," watches over the ship's navigator, his power axe never leaving the optimal decapitation position, ready to grant merciful relief should the navigator collapse.

The other battle brothers took turns patrolling the empty corridors and decks.

This should have been the responsibility of the mortal crew members who were accompanying them, but unfortunately, in the current environment, mortals were too fragile, and their weak wills and physical limits could not withstand the malice of the warp.

So the only option was to send out the Space Marines and be on the lookout for any unusual situations on this tortured ship.

The so-called abnormal conditions, in layman's terms, are actually those subspace demons.

As the Emperor's executioners, the Space Wolves knew many secrets unknown to other Legions. Even after the Council of Nikaea, when all Legions were forced to give up their psychic powers, the Rune Priests of the Space Wolves were not restricted.

The Space Wolves believe that the power their Rune Priests wield is not psychic power, but a runic power that originates from Fenris. With this power, the user can harness the power of storms and defeat enemies with blizzards and lightning.

Faffnir's nose smelled the familiar stench of filth, those demons again!

He was a little impatient, but he still lowered his body, stood firm, and used his reliable Fenris Axe to chop into pieces a warp evil creature that had penetrated the armor of the Waning Moon and just appeared.

"Report the situation, wolf brothers."

Faffnar's rough voice sounded in the communication channel. As usual, he asked about the situation of the wolf brothers scattered in various corners of the hull.

"Everything is normal." Malmö, who is stationed in the engine room, has been fighting for two consecutive nights, and the Space Wolf warrior is still in high spirits.

"Not too bad." The voice of Space Wolf Kuro was a little haggard. He had his arm bitten off by a sudden Warp evil creature. Although this injury was not fatal to an Astartes, it still made him a lot weaker.

"Work as usual," said Bert Herick, and every time the ship's clock struck four o'clock, a strange skull would appear at the front workstation, and all he had to do was use his axe to split it in half over and over again.

Faffnar felt a little relieved, at least his warriors could still hold on.

But this ship is not certain. They need supplies, and the Crescent Moon, which may disintegrate and shatter in the frenzy of the warp at any time, will not be able to hold on for much longer.