His home is a house on the hillside, overlooking the vast salt fields.
At sunset, the sky is as golden as a fire. Every night, fireflies will stroll on the earth.
Bahram little imagined them as navigators in the sky, drawing secret routes between the void and the twisted subspace.
Sometimes, he could also see the Imperial Navy warships and transport ships taking off and landing from the huge apron of the nest. From such a long distance, these ships seemed like fireflies in the sky.
At that time, his father would pick up Bahram with his fleshy arms, point at the sky, and take him to see every passing ship and spaceship.
When he was a child, Bahram had a toy carved by plastic steel. He would pick up the toys while his father was holding him and let the toys fight the ships in the sky.
Before the sun sets, the family will sit around the oil-burning stove.
Sometimes he was Bahram little, and after a while, in the flames, his face turned into a strong giant again.
Bahram mumbled and turned over, realizing that he was dreaming, so he said goodbye to his family and got up reluctantly.
The air in the room was stale and uncomfortable.
His room was small, with a low curved ceiling, and the small lights built into it were lit at the lowest brightness - Bahram adjusted it to this gear before resting.
The Marine Marine got up and put on the scattered clothes—trousers, shirts, military boots, and robes decorated with the double-headed eagle logo attached to the collar.
It's non-combat state now, and they don't need to wear armor all the time.
A brief cleanup of the room, Bahram
Open the hatch door and walk into the long and black cabin ladder.
The air here is both hot and suffocating, but at least the air flows under the action of the air circulation system in the black grille under the floor.
It would be good for him to walk around.
This is the night cycle time inside the boat, and the lights are very dim.
The noise of the huge generator came from afar, and the slight tremor of the metal surface that followed, and even the air was vibrating.
He walked alone in the aisle inside the huge hull building for 15 minutes, but he didn't meet anyone.
At the intersection of the aisles, he climbed the main elevator and entered his password on the rune board on the wall. The elevator emitted periodic electromagnetic noise, as well as a three-second synthetic chant that indicates that the elevator was about to start.
Soon, 20 bas-relief glass runes slowly lit up in the polished brass indicator board.
The elevator door opened in a man-made chorus.
Bahram walked into the glass compartment - a transparent dome made of ultra-high density glass with a radius of 100 meters, the quietest place in the boat.
Outside the glass, the huge and offensive scenery is distorted under the filtration of a special suppression field.
Dark, striped light, striped or mesh-like indescribable colors, and light bands that meet light and dark are regressing at super-high speed.
That is the supreme heaven, subspace—the immaterial realm outside the hull of this giant warship called the Soul Unbound, moving constantly.
When he first saw the Soul Unbound through the thick cockpit glass of the orbit shuttle, his whole body was in awe. It was an ancient warship, an old ship that had been through the battlefield.
At the same time, it is also the flagship of the Astral Knights Chapter.
Through the cabin, he could see the hull of a streamlined church that was more than ten kilometers long, like an inclined streamlined church. The transportation indicator lights at the huge hatch doors kept flashing. The hull was filled with towers stacked and carved with bas-reliefs, and the stacks and towers were winding with tumbles.
There are thousands of windows with green interior lights on the hull. In the sun-like flames below the hull, the fat spout surface turns black under the flames of the multi-connected vector propeller.
Through the glass, looking at the undulating light flow outside like a festering wound, Bahram couldn't help but pray in a low voice: Dear Emperor, please don't let us encounter any trouble in the sub-space.
The warships are now heading towards the No. 4 of Nassen, their hometown, and may take several months to arrive, followed by the fleet of White Holy Church and the Blood Angels.
However, a message he heard not long ago suddenly emerged in his mind.
It was told by the commander of the battle group that the think tank of the Holy Blood Angel was not killed, but when he asked the other party what was going on, the commander of the battle group asked him not to ask again and forgot about it.
At first, Bahram was a little confused. Did something happen to Kalistarius? Is the other party seriously injured and buried in fearlessness? What else do you need to do?
He cursed his incompetence, if he was stronger.
Even now, he has not been completely relieved of this matter.
Bahram walked past the sectioned railings at the edge of the cabin and leaned against the wall. The huge subspace twisted and trembled in front of his eyes, like silky milky white tendrils licking the glass dome.
This glass cabin is one of the three subspace observatories on the Soul Unbound, and is the place used by the navigators to observe the void.
In the center of the cabin, a huge gear structure machine stands - a telescope with a human sensory center is installed on it. The Holy Flagkeeper and optical measurement officers are walking back and forth on it, observing the vortex, and passing the analysis and processing observation data and star map through the buzzing crystal stack to the highest command room of the Unbound Soul, six kilometers away.
Although the observation room is not a forbidden area, it is not suitable for newbies in sub-space travel.
It is said that if it weren't for this layer of glass to protect it, even a glance outside would make the strongest Astrology whisperer mentally confused.
The sings of the elevator had already conveyed this danger to him, but Bahram had already seen the subspace and had experienced more than a dozen leaps.
Moreover, after filtering, the turbulence in the subspace became a bit comfortable, just as if this devastating vortex could allow his mind to rest well.
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On the walls at the edge of the cabin, on the polished and unwritten iron honor scrolls, there are many navigators' names engraved, each with a brief description under which they are in which position they are in and when they will die.
Suddenly, Bahram found that everything in front of him suddenly became blurred, and when he calmed down, he was already in a huge battlefield.
He seemed to hear the enemy's transport machine crushing the earth with his hydraulic mechanical legs, spreading sharp blood-red bullets into the air, splashing death on the earth.
A memory accompanied by tension and fatigue swept over. They used laser firepower and grenades to set off an assault spearhead, directly breaking through the cascading enemy defense fortification group.
He could see a laser shot directly from the observation port of a fortress, detonating the ammunition inside.
He could see the squad flying the Imperial flags performing a bayonet charge together after they used up their last energy magazine.
He could see the towering sentry collapsed and capsized under the continuous bombardment of artillery.
He could see countless dead people standing up from the flames and mud.
He could see a flag with a black eye marked with eight arrows, staring at himself with a resentful gaze.
The next moment, he opened his eyes and the pictures disappeared immediately.
The sub-space outside the porthole was still whipping his eyes and hitting the glass guard wall, but that was all.
Was all that illusion just now?
Just as he was about to turn around and walk back to his room, suddenly, the elevator door of the top transport cabin quietly opened, and he heard the chorus that acted as a warning.