Chapter 72 Thousand Sons Fleet

In the world polluted by Chaos, executions are still going on. There are so many corrupted compatriots that many soldiers of the expeditionary corps are overwhelmed by the constant executions and have to be rotated.

Compared with the cyclone torpedoes that can clean the entire world at once, this method of ground execution is indeed time-consuming and laborious, but the result is also gratifying - hundreds of thousands of surviving human compatriots have been screened and rescued. They will board the expedition fleet and be sent to a habitable world, or have children on the ship to spend their lives.

On the other side, technicians and priests of the state church choir are also busy. They block various subspace nodes and try to reduce the damage caused by Chaos to this world.

This process will probably last for nearly a month.

Duke returned to the office on the Heart Fire and calculated various technologies that might be used in actual combat in the future on the draft paper.

"Your Highness." At this time, Efilar knocked on the door and walked in, holding a crystal ball in his hand.

"Look at this, this is what the sisters found near the subspace teleportation array."

Her expression was worried, as if this crystal ball would bring great disaster.

"The creation of Crystal City." Dukel just took a look and said affirmatively. On this crystal ball, he felt the breath that disgusted him.

Crystal City belongs to the domain of Tzeentch. Although this god is often criticized for being stubborn, jokes aside, the items of the Lord of Destiny cannot appear meaninglessly - when the creation of Crystal City is placed in front of him, it really shows that everything is within His plan.

"In other words, in the world that the expeditionary corps accidentally passed by this time. There are gene stealers guided by Tzeentch, who summoned Slaanesh demons and tried to use them to fight against Khorne believers?"

This can no longer be a coincidence.

Is he demonstrating to the Primarch and the expeditionary corps? Or is he issuing an ultimatum?

And

Why didn't Nurgle show up? Was he not sociable?

However, Dukel quickly recalled that since the Great Unclean One Lymbas was stabbed to death by him, this dirty fat otaku had completely shut himself in. He was lazy to begin with, so he must be drinking soup to relieve his sorrow.

What the old Emperor said was true, they were indeed four wastes.

Dukel sneered disdainfully.

Then the Primarch drew out the scarlet chainsaw sword lying beside him, and smashed the crystal ball with one blow.

At the moment the crystal ball exploded, countless bizarre images emerged in the office, as if they contained the tragic endings destined for countless Primarchs, which were released together at this moment.

The turbid chaotic energy eroded the entire room, the steel walls laughed sharply, the floor chattered, the blue runes containing infinite truths appeared one by one on the draft paper, and the forbidden knowledge whispered noisily.

The Lord of Destiny now opened his arms to the Primarch, and countless curious secrets disturbed people's souls in the frank whispers.

These visions seemed to last for a long time, existing in the past, present, and future at the same time, and until the eternity of the end; it seemed to be only a moment, when the bright fire of the heart rose, it burned them all out in an instant.

"A destined ending? A future without hope?" Dukel sneered disdainfully.

He was laughing at the gods, laughing at them for not being as omniscient and omnipotent as they boasted - at least, the gods didn't know what he was thinking.

Dukel never worried about the future of mankind.

When everything was irreversible, when mankind was destined to be destroyed.

Dukel went straight back to Terra, grabbed the old man, and the two of them went into the warp together.

By then, it was still unknown whether mankind would still have hope, but the Chaos Gods would definitely not have it. No matter where they hid, Dukel would definitely give them an eternal end.

Without humans, the galaxy would have no need to exist.

It is true that the Emperor is the evil god of the warp, but this does not mean that the Emperor's love for all mankind is false.

If it is not from the sincerity of the heart, no great being would be willing to ascend the most terrifying torture device in the galaxy and experience torture and loneliness for ten thousand years.

By then, the Emperor who is decaying on the golden throne will also tell the entire warp what the Dark King of the North who completely releases the power of destruction is.

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Duke's expedition will naturally not stop because of fear of the gods' plan.

In the following expedition, everything seems to be going very smoothly.

The Chaos Gods seem to have restrained their claws and made concessions to the expeditionary corps, and even the waves of the warp storm have calmed down a lot.

One human world after another was saved, countless people in the empire cheered, the source of troops was replenished, and military equipment was maintained; in one victory after another, the momentum of the expeditionary corps became more and more high, and it seemed that saving the human empire in the dark was no longer a pipe dream.

But only a few people know that this is not something to be happy about. The calmer the sea is, the more violent storms are brewing.

Dukel knew that he was following the path planned by the gods, just like a wild animal in the forest - not being attacked by hunters does not mean safety, but it is just getting closer to the trap.

The Primarch knew this very well, but he would never back down.

He could not stop saving his compatriots, let alone give up the hope of human rise.

What's more, in this vast dark jungle, the difference between hunters and prey is often only a thin line.

When the expeditionary corps once again successfully rescued the world shrouded in darkness, the fleet set sail again amid the cheers of the people of the empire, sailing in the bizarre subspace under the protection of the mind matrix.

Suddenly,

Boom! ——

The expeditionary fleet sailing in the subspace was suddenly attacked violently.

A fleet that came from nowhere launched a surprise attack on the Fire of the Mind.

The Primarch planned to leave the subspace before fighting, but the opponent was chasing him.

Surrounded by the Sea of ​​Souls, the Soul Fire was forced to launch a counterattack.

Under the volley of the firepower system, the macro cannon tore through the enemy's ships; the beam of the plasma cannon penetrated the barrier between reality and illusion.

In the fierce exchange of fire, the already turbulent Sea of ​​Souls was now set off an extremely huge wave.

A terrifying scream came from the depths of the deep and hidden subspace, and countless souls made shocking wails in the intensive exchange of fire.

An indescribable riot was set off in the Supreme Heaven. Countless terrible tentacles pulled the enemy's ships into the darkness, followed by a disgusting chewing sound.

The expeditionary fleet protected by the Mind Matrix was also shaken by the invisible attack, like a raft sailing in a tsunami and storm, facing the danger of capsizing at any time.

The huge mental force field was torn into a hole, and the weird and unpredictable chaotic energy penetrated in. Disgusting pustules began to grow on the decks of some battleships.

Some Chaos demons climbed onto the deck, but were instantly torn apart by the anger of humans.

The twisted bodies, the terrifying images that went straight to the heart, and the decadent sounds of sensuality and debauchery appeared in the minds of loyal soldiers.

Nightmares and temptations appeared alternately, trying to distort the minds of the soldiers.

Strange whispers echoed in their ears, and if they were not careful, the demons would take the opportunity to seize their souls.

Dukel boarded the bridge, and almost endless mental energy was released instantly. This mental barrier integrated by the mental network was completely isolated from the influence of the subspace after it was fully unfolded.

At this time, the Mind Fire also cleared the haze of reality and illusion, and captured the enemy hidden in the darkness.

An extremely large flagship with a distinct Baroque hull structure, and the paint on the surface of the battleship showed their identity,

——The traitors of the Empire, the Thousand Sons Fleet!