Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

"We are about to leave here."

"The place we're going to is a place devoid of order, fraught with danger, but also fraught with opportunity."

"We will build a new home there and establish our own order."

"Now, let's say goodbye to the past."

"Let's head into deep space!"

Andy turned around, and the sky had been dyed purplish-red; it was dusk at Forge No. 7.

"set off!"

Andy gave the final instructions.

"Buzz—!!!"

The tail nozzles of the Shinbang burst forth with dazzling light.

The massive starship broke free from the constraints of the orbital dock and pierced the dark void.

Its speed increased rapidly, and it soon became a shooting star.

Behind it, the planet that was once called home is gradually receding into the distance, eventually becoming an inconspicuous dot of light in the field of vision.

Until it completely disappeared.

Chapter 84 Arriving at the Courthouse's Hometown

"Om-"

It was accompanied by a very slight, low-frequency hum that made the deck vibrate twice.

The New Bond ended its second subspace jump.

The curtain of reality split open ahead of the ship, and the white starship glided smoothly into the real universe.

On the bridge, Gamma-9 was peering out of the observation window, its single eye wide open, and it even reached out to touch its belly.

"I didn't throw up... I didn't throw up at all?"

Gamma-9 stared at its hand in disbelief, then burst into joyful laughter:

"Hahaha, praise Om Messiah! This is simply a miracle!"

In the past, taking a warp jump on an Imperial ship was basically like being stuffed into a washing machine and thrown off a cliff.

The crew members would experience severe nausea, headaches, and even terrifying hallucinations, hearing the screams of the dead.

After each jump, the cleaning crew has to spend half a day cleaning up the vomit on the floor.

But this ship is different.

Apart from a slight distortion in its field of vision, Gamma-9 didn't even sense the spacecraft moving.

This is the true value of navigation technology in the golden age.

The current Imperial navigators rely on a mutated third eye to look directly at the starlight, and then navigate the ship based on intuition and experience.

Xiao Liu, on the other hand, calculates billions of times per second to accurately predict the direction of every subspace turbulence, and then controls the spaceship to squeeze through the gaps, not only making it stable, but also widening the path.

Andy sat in the command chair, ignoring Gamma-9's fuss over nothing.

He glanced at the mission time.

Only twenty-three hours had passed since the New Bang took off from Furnace No. 7.

At this pace, they were a full day ahead of schedule.

"Six, where are we now?" Andy asked.

Xiao Liu's clear, cold voice rang out:

"We are currently located directly below the Calissis sector, on the edge of the Wandering Harbor, in the outer gravitational well of the Ruby 2 system."

"We are still 20,000 kilometers away from the 'giant mouth'."

Andy nodded, indicating that the external optical sensor should be turned on.

The image on the main screen of the bridge flickered briefly before lighting up.

The moment they saw the scene outside, everyone on the bridge gasped.

"hiss……"

The mechanical tentacles behind Father Zor stiffened.

"There are...there are way too many people!"

"Wow," Andy exclaimed, also taken aback, "What kind of Spring Festival travel rush is this?"

All that could be seen in the void ahead were countless ships.

Not dozens, not hundreds.

Instead, thousands upon thousands of ships of all kinds were crammed onto the edge of the Ruby II system.

There were legitimate imperial merchant ships, oil makers' ships, and some dilapidated civilian transport ships, which must have suffered quite a bit on the journey.

They were like traffic jams on a highway during the Chinese New Year holiday, completely blocking this star field.

All the ships are crowding in the same direction.

In that direction, there was a huge nebula vortex, emitting an eerie purple light, known as the "Giant Mouth."

The only stable subspace route to the Colonus expansion.

Speaking of which, this place is a very special location on the map of the empire's territory.

The Calissis sector is located on the edge of the Misty Starfield, within the borders of the Imperial civilization.

Further out, across this subspace passage known as the "Giant Mouth," lies the Colonus Expansion, the preliminary station to the Halo Sector that Andy is heading to.

Beyond that lies the deep space of the Halo Zone.

Normally, only money-grubbing wandering merchants or criminals wanted by the empire would go there.

But now, this place has become a lifeline.

As the commotion from the Eye of Fear grew, a warp storm began to rage across the entire star system, disrupting or making most conventional shipping lanes extremely dangerous.

Only the "Giant Mouth" waterway, due to some unknown astronomical reason, remains relatively stable.

As a result, refugees, deserters, and speculators from all over the star sector flocked here.

Everyone wants to make money.

Escape the impending Black Crusade, escape the Tyranids, escape the Greenskinned Orcs.

Even if it's an unknown wilderness over there, it's better than staying here and waiting to die.

This mindset is exactly the same as Andy's.

"Don't push! Don't push!"

The communication channel was filled with a cacophony of shouting and cursing.

“I am a ship of the Agrippina Grain Group, and I have the right of way!”

"Screw your priority! My ship is about to explode, I need to go into the Wandering Harbor to repair it, get out of my way!"

"Move forward! Don't you want to live?!"

Andy frowned as he listened to the noise.

There must be something wrong with this traffic jam.

If everyone wants to run, they should all rush in together, so why are they all stopping here?

"Zoom in on the image."

Andy pointed to the front of the fleet.

"Let's see what's blocking the road."

Xiao Liu adjusted the focus.

The camera zooms in, passing through the chaotic array of civilian boats, and focuses on the entrance to the "giant mouth."

The moment Andy saw what it was, his heart sank.

A fleet was anchored there.

An imperial naval fleet, arranged in standard battle formation with cannons pointing outwards, exuding a chilling aura.

A dozen or so Luna-class cruisers, plus two even larger Dictator-class cruisers, formed an iron wall blocking the entrance to the shipping lane.

Their side armor was painted with a striking white double-headed eagle emblem, along with a line of Gothic numbers.

"Baltford Battle Group"

Father Zor's voice became hoarse as he explained:

"It's the main force of the Calissis battle fleet; it looks like they're blocking the shipping lanes."

Andy watched the shimmering void shields on the warships and the array of macro cannons ready to fire at any moment.

It's less of a lockdown and more of a massive checkpoint!

Any ship attempting to force its way through will be instantly turned into space debris by concentrated fire.

Among these gray naval warships were several slender spaceships painted pure black, without any numbers or insignia.

Those ships didn't look very big; they weren't even as big as the frigates.

But the sense of oppression they exuded was even stronger than that of the two Dictator-class cruisers.

"That is……"

Sisyphus hid behind Andy, peeked out with half his head, then quickly withdrew, his face pale.

"Black Ships".

"The Black Ship of the Tribunal"

The moment those two words were uttered, the temperature on the bridge seemed to drop to freezing point.

Black Ships.

In the nightmares of the empire's people, this thing was second only to the Chaos Demon in terror.

They belong to the Hall of Star Language and the Inquisition, and their sole mission is to hunt down psykers, mutants, and heretics throughout the galaxy.

Once you're caught on that ship, you'll only have two fates.

They'll either be dragged to Holy Terra to be fed as firewood to the Emperor, or they'll be executed on the spot.

"unlucky!"

Andy muttered a curse under his breath.

He should have thought of that sooner.

The Calissis Sector has another name: "The Inquisition's Backyard".

The famous Inquisition fortress, Tricoon Palace, is located on Sintira, the capital of this sector, where the density of Inquisitors may be higher than that of rats in a bottom nest.

On the eve of this great collapse, the courtroom certainly wasn't idle either.

They sealed off this place not to collect tolls, but to screen for the infiltration of chaos.

The outflow of warp energy from beyond the Eye of Terror may have resulted in the infiltration of Chaos cultists into many refugee ships, or the corruption of some crew members during their escape.

The court will absolutely not allow these unclean things to escape to the Colonus enclave and pollute it as well.

Therefore, every ship that wants to pass through must undergo the most stringent inspections.

They not only inspect the goods, but also the people, and even subject them to a mental scan by psychics.

Only those who obtain a "certificate of purity" issued by the court will be allowed to proceed.

"This is a big problem."

Andy leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the armrest.

He turned his head and looked at the model of the New Bang in the holographic projection.