In the endless darkness and twisted subspace, two strike cruisers belonging to the Astartes quietly broke away from the sequence of the Grand Fleet after the Astropaths projected each other's wills on each other.
Although Lieutenant General Ollivander, the admiral of the fleet, had objections, considering Calvin's special status as a member of the Inquisition, it was not appropriate to be too concerned about his whereabouts.
The two battleships paused in the subspace, waiting for the navigators to refer to the information in their hands and compare it with the small but clear star torch in the direction of Terra to find the human territory called Velax.
When the punctuation point representing Velax's galaxy was found by the Navigator, the battleship's subspace engine was once again fully powered.
This process happens every moment in the vast territory of the Human Empire, and it is precisely because of this that the Emperor's existence is felt by countless Imperial subjects.
The Star Torch is the Eye of the Emperor, and every human ship sailing in the subspace is receiving the silent blessing of the Emperor.
In the context that he has not appeared in the eyes of the people of the empire for nearly ten thousand years, the subjects of the empire used the dim light of these star torches to witness and believe in this master who has been quietly guarding them.
The emperor's grace does not need to be conveyed in words;
The Emperor's blessing is always with me.
The psychic choir on the Angel of Punishment is going about their daily work. During the quiet voyage in the subspace, the entire battleship regularly sounds their chants every morning and evening.
The magnificence and epicness of the Chant of St. Gregory brings tears to the eyes of everyone who is lucky enough to listen to it.
The beliefs and praises that come from the depths of the soul all praise the pure and great spirit of the human race represented by the emperor.
This is also the time when the Gray Knights perform daily pure prayers for self-purification.
Including pharmacists and technical sergeants, more than three hundred Gray Knights wore blessed sacred armor;
In order of their respective military ranks and seniority, they quietly held the Heavenly Punishment Halberd that represented their spirit, waiting for the leader Calvin to start the ceremony.
They meditated on their past in the holy singing of the choir, and tortured themselves over and over again under the silent gaze of many icons of martyrs and emperors in the chapel.
Why are we born?
By order of the Emperor.
Why are we fighting?
Because of the emperor’s will!
What is the emperor’s ambition?
Die by the Emperor's vision!
What is the Emperor's Vision?
Only to protect the survival of mankind!
When the last chant ended with the ringing of the chapel bell, they, together with Calvin standing in front of them, slowly raised their heads, which were closed in meditation.
Witnessed by the Emperor and the saints, they once again reiterated their mission and belief, and uniformly knelt down on one knee before the Emperor's icon:
"I am the hammer that purifies the world!"
"Hoo! Drink! I am the hammer that purifies the world!"
Nicholas and his colleagues stood quietly in the small auditorium specially designated for them.
These shadows of the emperor wearing fine gold armor are also praying their own prayers in a quiet atmosphere.
The air flow in the distant corridor was quiet and warm. After the air was filtered by Achilles' power armor, they could smell the scent of the incense burner in the air.
When the breeze brought the vows from next door, they also opened their eyes from meditation. The rose-red eyepieces slowly lit up on the golden visors, and the emperor's angel returned to the world again.
"Let's go and meet our kin. The Emperor's children are still young, and our mission must continue."
Nicholas said softly, paused slightly with the heavy model halberd in his hand, and then took the lead and walked out.
The artificial sunlight on the dome of the auditorium hangs down like silk, and their golden figures also reflect more brilliant light through these lights;
The emperor's face remained unchanged forever, looking at them with compassion;
With sonorous steps, He watched these children disappear from sight...
In the capital of the Velax galaxy, evil filth is still spreading.
The vanguard of the Plague Legion, Plague Champion Fidel and his Death Guards are still collecting the bodies and souls of the dead and the more unfortunate.
Under the crucible that pollutes the remains of the saint, more and more souls are serving as firewood.
And as the evil god's way is performed on the earth, the authority he possesses has become more prominent.
The distance between subspace and reality is being endlessly shortened, and the evil god Nurgle's Garden of Disease and the world named after the saint Velax are also beginning to overlap on both sides of the universe.
The first captain of the Plague Legion, and the first person in the Death Guard besides the fallen Primarch and the Demon Prince Mortarion, is anxiously waiting for each other in the subspace.
This Chaos Lord and Plague Master named Typhon, who called himself Typhons after his fall, is holding the famous sinful artifact in his hand - the Human Reaper, pacing in the realm of Nurgle. p>
He really wants to obtain the remains of saints buried under this planet. In this bishop world called Velax, there are hundreds of remains of imperial saints hidden in the catacombs of the cathedral. p>
He wants to further strengthen his power by desecrating and polluting these holy existences;
And only if he has more power can he create more death and plague in this country ruled by the false emperor.
That has been his long-standing goal and ideal. In his heart, only by faithfully practicing his grandfather's principles and righteousness can he win his grandfather's favor.
He has already ignored the call of his genetic father, Lord Mortarion of the Plague Legion, twice.
The call he heard from the subspace made him feel that his genetic father did not have a strong need for his plan.
This gave him the courage to refuse, although he privately scorned Mortarion's melancholy and stubbornness;
But my grandfather is on top, and he cannot, nor dares, refuse the mandatory edict of a demon prince.
"Wait a moment...wait a moment..."
The Lord of Demonic Flies looked at the flies flying around him, ignored the death guards who were far away, and muttered words that others could not understand.
With a small crack in the subspace being torn open and a large group of Death Guards rushing to reality, he still needs more patience and restraint to wait for the portal to be formed enough for him to travel through.
The sacrilegious ritual officially entered its climax after the arrival of reinforcements from the Death Guard.
The blasphemous words and strange cries that resounded through the clouds had polluted the atmosphere of Velasco into a dark green color.
The power accumulated in the sacrificial ceremony in the subspace within the galaxy and in the atmosphere reached the top at the same time.
Typhons, the Lord of Demonic Flies, also appeared in the territory of Velax at the same time as the Angel of Punishment and the Star Labyrinth above the starry sky.