"What a day of celebration, my foolish and ignorant brothers."
A loud and vague double echo sounded, and Scyna was vaguely aware of this information rushing through her senses. The sounds spread through her, passed through her, and continued to climb outward in an ever-expanding field.
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It swept across the hive city like a bottom-up breeze, then extended all the way, crawling into the void, crossing the chasm of space, looking for those who were willing to listen.
But in the hive city, this message went almost unnoticed, with most residents turning a blind eye to the invisible vortex around them, as if they were blind.
Others tremble, or blink in brief discomfort they don't understand, and may even pause to wonder what it all means - then shrug their shoulders, berate themselves for their stupidity, and go on with their small, empty lives.
Only in starports and administrative offices, in guild hubs and Mechanicus temples, astropaths shouted and slurred in their sleep on their cots.
These blighted beings form a communications network that serves and sustains the Imperium that hates them, and where dense transmissions take a long time to cross the bay of stars, an Astropath can cast his or her voice into the warp to represent them
The masters passed on information and instructions, and in order to strengthen their defense, all people underwent a soul-binding ritual - melting their eyes and fusing their souls with the light of the Star Torch, so they had little fear of raids by subspace creatures.
Their susceptibility to the aimless visions that were tormenting Scyna was almost negligible, and in their isolated cabin, where their physiological responses were suppressed, the preserve of quarantined nightmares and troubled thoughts, they patiently
The caregivers, accustomed to such restless sleep, calmly administered sedatives to the unstable personnel.
No one knows what's going on at the bottom of the nest.
It was as if in the entire world, Scyna was alone, twitching and screaming, completely exposed.
Even in her fear and pain, she was still angry at the nature of this spiritual storm. The enemy's cunning and cruelty were beyond words.
No matter what kind of dark angel they are, they are all cruel, perverted bastards!
That bastard, Scyna's soul has guessed the other party's intention. It wants to feed her into the subspace. Her power will go out of control and be completely released, even briefly exceeding the limit, and then she will become a door.
What kind of terrible thing will come out from behind the door?
How far into the warp would her soul be pushed after such a horrific end?
Who else would notice such a thing in the vast starry sky?
Probably no one will know——
Scyna's body twitched, using all her willpower to suppress herself tightly and protect herself from pain. A huge mental defense rose in her mind like a storm shield.
She chose to continue the fight, sworn to serve the Emperor no matter what happened.
Freed from pain, recovering from the initial shock and panic, she sorted out her chaotic senses and was rewarded with order.
The warp was now a pool of oil, or at least, that's how she thought it was described, with huge ripples expanding outward from the center of a tiny crack.
After gathering her energy, she seemed to see a portrait of her enemy: a transcendent snapshot, which was dazzling at first, but then the light faded, and she roughly saw its appearance, a demon with a beast's head, black and gold armor, and wings on its back.
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It is not as prominent or scary as most demons. Instead, it appears to be extremely secretive, quiet, and difficult to detect.
With her efforts to maintain the stability of her soul, she tried to uncover the layers of the enemy's echoes, but she was quickly frustrated.
A creature flew out from the center of the distant rift. It was a creature that had never been imagined. A creature that was composed of the most vicious parts of every predatory animal. It looked like a huge raptor, with a beak from a
A long and narrow face protrudes with glaring bird eyes, four legs with sharp claws, and a torso made of human arms and bird wings. Two of the arms also hold scimitars and crystal staffs, scattered all over the body.
Metallic feathers flashing red and blue, and that's not all, the creature has a tail that swings from side to side, with spines the size of a power sword, and it also has long, muscular shoulders.
Long tentacles with rows of suckers on them.
But worst of all, it was speaking to him.
"Ah, little sacrifice, let me suck the internal organs from your belly, suck the thoughts from your brain, and let the crystal spiers of the Lord of Change descend."
Her fear and helplessness made her scream uncontrollably, but now she seemed to have no strength, and her weak limbs could not answer the urging of her brain.
"Small offering"
The big bird purred from its beak, and it seemed to be right next to her ear. She felt the hard beak rubbing against her body, and then a tentacle touched her shoulder, and a huge pincer touched her.
face, a pungent sour smell made her gag.
"No! God Emperor! God Emperor protect my soul!"
Just when she was panicking to the extreme, a desperate thought appeared, which was the last glimmer of hope in her pain——
That ridiculous-looking man led a group of inexplicable aliens!
Then, her screaming stopped, and she tried to shout again, but only heard a faint hoarse sound. She tried again, and heard a trembling cry, which may or may not be that she had been beaten.
The warp swallowed.
"Wake up! Wake up quickly!"
A rude voice sounded, and she tried to force herself to open her eyes, but it didn't work. The devil was still beside her.
Just when the pointed beak stretched towards her bulging soft belly and started to prepare to eat, its consciousness suddenly changed and its eyes suddenly opened wide.
"Brother, big feet!"
A green light flashed, and then an illusion that really looked like a foot hit the devil's body from top to bottom, sending the supposedly incorporeal thing flying.
Then she felt herself falling, but was held up by something before landing.
She finally opened her eyes and saw that dirty, greasy face. Although she wanted to reach out and push him away immediately, she didn't have any strength.
Then her peripheral vision was biased towards that green-skinned one. It wore a strange helmet full of antennas. It was bursting with manic power similar to psychic energy. It also controlled a strange trumpet-shaped weapon in its hand. Could it be that it had saved her just now?
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Realizing that she had been rescued by an greenskin, Scyna felt like she was still dreaming.
The throne is above, the emperor is above, what on earth did she experience on this day!?