Several giants entered Dietrian's secret workshop.
They were wearing gray robes, hiding the luster of their power armor in the shadows. Dietrian knew these people. They were the Atones, a group of shady warriors within the Astral Knights.
"Isn't it better yet?"
The leading soldier made a cold voice.
"At once, sir."
After that, the man turned to Valier.
"This is not your position."
"Okay, okay, I'll go back to my little dark room now. Captain Luko has done your best to supervise the work."
Valier raised his arms in a gesture of surrender, and then quickly left Dietrian's workshop
After the pharmacist left, Dietrian's preparations were completed.
"I want to hear the screams."
Luko suddenly made a request, his voice was very soft, but he could not refuse.
"yes."
Dietrian adjusted the instrument's speakers to project the auditory effects of the interference field while filtering out its lethal elements.
Sure enough, the sound matched its name, filling the air with an audio-resonant wail—a hateful, organic sound.
Tormented by furious screams and roars, fueled by the voice of a lone man, a technical expert who took great pride in designing interference projection equipment.
Luko also realized that the instrument made it easier to hunt enemy ships without scanners as they groped through the icy void.
Despite this, judging from Dietrian's report, the power consumption is still very serious.
The Scream hid them in the blindness of its prey, but every generator on the ship powered the Scream.
While using the Scream, the Unbound Soul can no longer fire energy weapons, and certainly cannot raise a void shield - the deflection screen works similarly to the Scream itself, and draws energy from the same power source.
Luko wanted to know what was happening on the enemy's bridge, were their systems flooded with screams?
Will Huron panic when he loses contact with the fleet?
Maybe, maybe not, but he's definitely surprised now.
As for the Imperial fleet, Lothar had ordered all warships to shut down all communications and scanning instruments half an hour before the Scream was activated, and all astropaths and navigators entered the isolation life-support cabin and were injected with anti-interference drugs.
Although their communication was also interrupted, at least it would not be damaged.
And the red pirates?
They were not so lucky.
"Um?"
An Astropath aboard the Doomwraith found himself starting to have a nosebleed, but he didn't pay much attention, after all, this was within the tolerable range on a Chaos warship.
However, the officer responsible for the safety of the astropaths felt that the matter was not simple. He clicked a steel switch and spoke into the voice input of the console.
"The Astropath's vital signs fluctuate abnormally, and medical personnel are needed..."
Gradually, his voice became smaller and smaller, and his eyes stared at the protruding lithograph.
With each passing second, the reading rises sharply.
"Wait, emergency heart failure, and..."
The officer looked back at the Astropath and found that the man who was fine a second ago was now twitching.
"....Oh my God."
Suddenly, a wet red object hit the glass. The officer could not see through the chaos, but when a decontamination team entered six minutes later, they found that it was the heart and brain of the Astropath, and their frail bodies were treated like never before.
defeated by external psychological pressure.
The entire Astropath Hall immediately fell to the edge of panic. The officer comforted himself while working, his hands full of blurry images from the minds of the Astropaths under his supervision.
Their heads are filled with wailing sirens, because more and more "sirens" are dying.
"What did they hear?"
He screamed at the chaotic and frantic news.
"What did they see?"
On the other side, the Navigator's Tower, as a precious and expensive spiritual node - guarded and fortified against demonic invasion, now absorbs all the death and pain born in the surrounding star field.
It's not refined or filtered, it's just a blend of sudden fear and fatal pain with that horrific teleportation.
The tune of this song drifts uncertainly in the dark night, and now it has a new chorus.
Each battleship that hears this song will add a chorus in turn.
Aboard the battlecruiser Hawkhook, a supervisor opened his eyes wide at the blood dripping on his manuscript.
He blinked and looked up to see that the mechanical bishop of the complex battleship communication system was twitching, curled up, and sparks were constantly coming out of his body.
Everyone was shocked.
"Notify the medical department! The bishop has fallen!"
Before he finished speaking, another mechanical priest collapsed to the ground, his head hit the edge of the table hard, and bloody engine oil spurted out of his mouth.
"How crazy is this!? What happened?"
The Space Marine in charge of the area almost screamed. He wanted to suppress his uneasiness, but couldn't.
The entire communication channel has been filled with terrifying screams, and even the communication within the ship has been interrupted.
Afterwards, shouts came from other parts of the bridge.
The Red Pirate officer in charge of communications was completely stunned. All communication channels were interfered with!
Was it the Astropaths? Or was it their taskmasters? Those poor fools gifted with the sacred tongue were never stable, never healthy - each one blind and weak as their souls were bound to the chair.
Shouting in the halls is commonplace as they send and receive so many messages every night that each one will burn out within a decade.
He didn't like the fact - but that was the way it was.
But when he got there, he saw the Astropath's dean hitting him on the back of the head on the stone floor, making him bloody and biting his tongue.
He didn't understand that this provost was newly appointed last season and shouldn't be exhausted now.
"What happened?"
Faced with the Space Marine's inquiry, the Provost just asked with his twitching body and foaming at his lips as his only answer.
The Astropaths' eyes were wide open, frightened by what only they could see.
"say!"
The Space Marine directly lifted the skinny body from the ground.
"I want to know what happened!!"
"this--"
"What? This?"
Something is screaming on the communication link. It doesn't sound human. Could it be that the sound is caused by something different?
But he could no longer ask the answer, because the next second, the provost's head exploded directly in front of him, and the dirty tissue fluid splashed all over his face.
"Damn it! Who can tell me what happened?!!!!!!!"
Among the roars, the screams increased in intensity.
This red pirate fleet has fallen into a state of complete paralysis!