The subspace changes the shape of all the beings who have lived in it for a long time, digging out their secrets from the depths of their souls and engraving these secrets on their flesh and blood.
If a pilot melts into the control panel of a fighter plane, this is by no means a terrible curse or a prank of some god. While enduring great pain, the pilot's reflexes and sixth sense will be greatly improved.
Ascension, every killing in the void will bring him greater pleasure.
The weapons become extensions of the warrior's body, reflecting their place in his mind.
This is the simplest truth of subspace: all sins are known to everyone, and every secret and every desire in everyone's heart is engraved on their body.
All this subspace has been planned for a long time, it has endless creativity, and it has something for everyone.
Garmo Zejie was very good at taking advantage of these changes on the spot. Therefore, in the wave of collision between reality and illusion, the Heart of Hatred accurately crossed the blockade of the Imperial Fleet and entered the orbit of the Pain Star in a stealthy manner.
There are thousands of people working on its bridge, and the vast majority of them have been connected to their workbench, either through some intelligence enhancement technology, or due to the "natural" fusion of flesh and machinery caused by mutation.
A huge crystal screen completely occupies the front wall of the bridge, showing the ever-changing world below.
After passing through the angry storm, Garmo Zejie could finally relax his nervousness. After all, on the way here, countless dead souls and demons that fed on them gathered in the storm. These etheric creatures kept scratching the ship.
Within the hull of the ship, the wandering souls were burned by the tide of warp and howled miserably, while the crazy demons roared in the feast.
"Stop the engine and all unnecessary systems after half an hour."
Garmo Zejie said to the petty officer who was temporarily in charge of the bridge command.
"Always maintain radio silence unless absolutely necessary."
"clear."
After explaining the matter, Galmo Zejie took the elevator outside the bridge and left with several personal entourage.
To go to the flight deck, they must pass by the middle deck.
After getting deeper into the battleship, the Heart of Hatred becomes less like a ship and more like a slum.
The vast mechanical system was crumbling, and the men operating it were in rags. When the Chaos Space Marines passed by, their slaves would bow, some would cry, others would tremble like maggots in the light, knowing better than to get along with each other.
His master speaks.
Although Garmo Zejie did not hate these slaves, the strong smell made him unwilling to stay with them for a long time. These people would end their meaningless lives in the darkness, serving a master who could never reach them, and participating in a war.
A war they cannot understand.
Plagues sometimes occur in these compartments, and most of the slaves are used as cheap labor replacements. This is true for almost all warships belonging to the Chaos Space Marines, so every once in a while, they have to raid the worlds of the Empire to make up for the deaths.
Loss of slaves.
Soon, they entered a transit hall, which was full of machine slaves and Mechanicus believers, all of whom were busy operating various devices.
The machinery is fixed in a groove in the floor, connected to the surrounding cabins and walls by extending cables. This is a power heart of the Hateful Heart: those intertwined cables and plugs are its blood vessels, and its muscles are
Made of aging generators and rusty engines.
As Garmo Zej passed, the busy servitors turned a blind eye to him, while the Heretic Mechanicus who watched over them bowed in the same salute as the human crew.
This means nothing to Garmo Zejie, and he has never cared about these mortals. However, the mechanical priests are different from those slave workers who have never seen the sun all their lives. The responsibilities they bear are far more important than kneeling down, so Garmo Zejie
Allow them to work without interruption or politely ignore his presence.
Above the servitors and cultists, stood several armed servitors. Each cabin was occupied by a heavy armed servitor. They stood lifelessly, with their heads lowered and their weapons locked.
The door leading to the flight deck is composed of multiple isolation doors. When Asta and the others passed through the layers of arches, the automatic turret began to resume operation, creaking and sliding out of the wall and aiming at the entrants.
Garmo Zejie pressed one hand on the huge carving of the cabin door - his palm had to be placed in a specific position on the left side of the statue, and then sent a beam of thought waves into the cabin.
"I am coming."
With a burst of irregular collision and friction sounds, the first group of seven bolts slowly opened.
As the hatch opened, he could see a Thunderhawk already parked on the flight deck, and a heavily armed Tuback was already standing next to the ramp waiting.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"Sorry, let's arrange some things and we'll leave now."
Then, a few inconspicuous dim light spots shone from the orbital shadow of the Pavilion Star, heading straight towards Attica, the nest city that had been devastated by orbital bombardment——
Garmo Zejie sat on the other side of the cabin, lowered his head and closed his eyes. The air around him vibrated with his silent prayer.
Then, he felt the storm bird slowing down, raised his head and opened his eyes.
The gunship lowered its landing gear and docked on the deck, its body trembling. Garmo Zejie was the first to stand up, and the surrounding soldiers also stood up in unison.
Amidst the sound of friction, the gunship lowered the front take-off and landing pedals, and Tubek glanced outside a few times.
"We're here."
The cabin door opened wide, and Galmo Zejie left the cabin and stepped into a field of light.
Tubek was five steps behind Garmo Zejie, holding his scepter as he walked, followed by other war gang members of different shapes and the Scarlet Letters.
Apart from this ancient Stormbird, there are no other vehicles here.
This place is a huge hall located underground, with the edge hidden in the darkness. Some warriors wearing black armor stand at the edge of the hall. The symbols of the Black Legion and Chaos shine brightly on their armor. The flags above their heads are made of gold and silver.
The three colors of copper are woven on a black background to form the Eye of Horus that gazes eternally.
Behind the Space Marines stood thousands of human soldiers, their faces covered by darkness.
Seeing the welcome ceremony of the Black Legion, Garmo Zejie stopped and bowed his head in greeting for a second.
"My dear Mo Zejie, the envoy of the Black Heart King, would like to thank you very much for your help."
The three lords stood loosely in front waiting, and Garmo Zejie's knowledge of them was all based on their appearance and reputation: Harken, the world-taker, with an arrogant attitude, and his whole person was gloomily wrapped in obsidian-like raptor armor.
middle.
Harkon the Worldtaker is the Raptor Lord of the Black Legion. He commands a large detachment of Chaos Raptors in the Legion. His subordinates will sow the seeds of chaos and fear before the main fleet arrives.
After that, Hakon will turn his target to the enemy's command center and supply center, and will not hesitate to massacre the people of the entire planet to destroy the will of the world, making it easier for Abaddon to conquer it.
In addition to these military positions, Hakon is also known as the messenger of the apocalypse or the proclaimer of Abaddon's rule. As Abaddon's mouthpiece, he declares the warmaster's will. He himself enjoys great joy in this job and often puts it
A spear is inserted into the surface of the planet and is given a countdown timer to declare the death of this world. (The origin of 80 days brother)