His home is a house on a hillside overlooking the vast salt fields.
At sunset, the sky turns golden as if on fire, and every night, swarms of fireflies roam the land.
Little Bahram imagined them as navigators in the sky, drawing secret routes between the void and the twisted subspace.
Sometimes, he could also see Imperial Navy battleships and transport ships taking off and landing from the huge apron of the hive city. From such a long distance, these ships seemed like fireflies in the sky.
At that time, his father would hold Bahram in his fleshy arms, point to the sky, and take him to see every passing ship and spaceship.
When he was a child, Bahram had a toy Dreadnought mecha carved from plastic steel. He would pick up the toy while his father held him and let the toy fight against ships in the sky.
Before the sun completely sets, their family will sit around the oil-burning stove.
Sometimes, he was little Bahram, and a moment later, in the flames, his face turned into a strong giant again.
Bahram muttered 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 lamp built into it was on at its lowest brightness—the setting Bahram had adjusted to before going to bed.
The would-be Space Marine got up and put on the scattered clothes - pants, shirt, combat boots, robes decorated with a connected double-headed eagle symbol on the collar.
Now that they are in a non-combat state, they do not need to wear armor all the time.
Simply tidied up the room, Bahram
I opened the cabin door and walked into the long, dark cabin ladder.
The air here is hot and suffocating, but at least the air is flowing through the air circulation system in the black grille under the floor.
A walk would be good for him.
This is the night cycle time inside the ship, and the lights are very dim.
The noise of a huge generator came from the distance, followed by a slight trembling of the metal surface, and even the air vibrated.
He walked alone in the corridor inside the huge ship building for 15 minutes, but he didn't meet anyone.
At the intersection of the aisles, he boarded the main elevator and entered his password on the rune board on the wall. The elevator emitted periodic electromagnetic noise and a three-second artificially synthesized chant indicating that the elevator was about to start.
Soon, 20 bas-relief glass runes slowly lit up on the polished brass indicator board.
The elevator doors opened to an artificial chorus.
Bahram walked into the glass cabin - a transparent dome with a radius of 100 meters made of ultra-high-density glass, which is the most peaceful place in the ship.
Outside the glass, the huge and revolting scenery is distorted by the filtering effect of a special suppression force field.
Dark, streaked light, stripes or net-like indescribable colors, and light bands where light and darkness meet are retreating at super high speeds.
That is the supreme sky, the subspace - the non-material realm outside the hull of this giant battleship called the Unbound Soul, which is constantly moving.
When he saw the Unbound Soul for the first time through the thick cockpit glass of the orbital shuttle, he was in awe. It was an ancient battleship, an old ship that had been battle-tested for a long time.
At the same time, it is also the flagship of the Astral Knights Chapter.
Through the cabin, he could see the ship's hull, which was more than ten kilometers long and resembled a tilted streamlined church. The transport indicator lights at the huge hatches were flashing constantly. The ship's hull was full of towers stacked and carved with bas-reliefs.
A fang-like group of sentry turrets snakes between the stacks and towers.
The hull also has thousands of windows with green internal lights. In the flames like the sun's rays below the hull, the surface of the fat nozzle turns pitch black under the flames of the multi-unit vector thrusters.
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 subspace.
The battleship is now heading towards Nessen IV, their homeland. It may take several months to arrive, followed by the fleets of the White Templar and the Blood Angels.
However, a piece of news he heard not long ago suddenly came to his mind.
That was what the Chapter Master told him personally. The Blood Angels think tank was not killed in the battle, but when he asked about the other party's situation, the Chapter Master asked him not to ask again and to forget about it.
At first, Bahram was still a little confused. Is something wrong with Callistarius? Is the opponent seriously injured and buried in Dreadnought? Does he need to do anything else?
He cursed his own incompetence, if only he were stronger.
Even now, he is not completely relieved about this matter.
Bahram walked past the segmented railings at the edge of the cabin and leaned against the wall. The huge subspace twisted and trembled before his eyes, like silky milky white tendrils licking the glass dome.
This glass cabin is one of the three subspace observation stations on the Unbound Soul. It is a place used by navigators to observe the void.
In the center of the cabin, stands a huge gear-structured machine - a telescope with a human sensory center is installed on it. Holy flag bearers and optical surveyors walk back and forth on it, observing the vortex, and analyzing and processing the
The observation data and star maps were transmitted 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 place, it is not suitable for newcomers to subspace travel.
It is said that if it were not protected by this layer of glass, even a glance outside could drive the strongest astropath to insanity.
The elevator's chant had already conveyed this danger to him, but Bahram had already seen the subspace and experienced more than a dozen jumps.
Moreover, after being filtered, the turbulence of the subspace became somewhat comfortable, as if this destructive vortex could give his mind a good rest.
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On the wall at the edge of the cabin, on the polished and unfinished iron scroll of honor, are engraved the names of many navigators. Under each name is a brief description, telling the world what position they are in.
When to sacrifice.
Suddenly, Bahram found that everything in front of him suddenly became blurry. When he regained consciousness, he was already on a huge battlefield.
He seemed to be able to hear the enemy's transport machines crushing the ground with their hydraulic mechanical legs, scattering sharp blood-red bullets into the air, and sprinkling death on the ground.
Memories of tension and fatigue swept over them. They used laser firepower and grenades to launch an assault spearhead, directly breaking through the stacked enemy fortifications.
He could see a laser beam shooting directly from the observation port of a certain fortress, detonating the ammunition inside.
He could see the squad, flying the Imperial flag, making a bayonet charge together after they used up their last energy magazine.
He could see the towering guard towers collapsing and overturning under the continuous bombardment of artillery.
He could see countless dead people standing up from the fire and mud.
He could see a flag with a black eye marked with eight arrows, staring at him with resentment.
The next moment, he opened his eyes, and those images disappeared immediately.
The subspace outside the porthole window was still whipping his eyes and impacting the glass wall, but that was all.
Was all that just an illusion?
Just when 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 a warning chorus.