Subspace has changed the body of all life that has lived in it for a long time, and has dug out their secrets from the depths of the soul, engraved these secrets on flesh and blood.
If a driver melts into the control panel of a fighter jet, it is by no means a terrifying curse or a prank of a god. While enduring great pain, the driver's reaction and sixth sense will be greatly improved. Every killing in the void will bring him greater pleasure.
The weapons became extensions of the warrior's bodies, reflecting their position in his mind.
This is the simplest truth in subspace: all sins are known to everyone, and every secret in everyone's heart and every drop of desire are engraved on the shell.
All of this is long been planned by the sub-space, it has endless creativity and has it for everyone.
Garmozejie was very good at taking advantage of these changes on the scene, so in the waves where reality and illusion collided, the Heart of Hate accurately crossed the blockade of the Imperial Fleet and entered the orbit of Pai Shangxing in a hidden posture.
There are thousands of people working in its bridge, and the vast majority of people, either through certain intelligent enhancement technologies, or the "natural" fusion of flesh and blood and machinery due to mutation, have been connected to their workbench.
A huge crystal screen completely occupied the wall on the front of the bridge, showing the ever-changing world.
After passing through the angry storm, Garmozejie could finally relax his nervous nerves. After all, on the way to come, countless souls and demons who feed on them gathered in the storm. These etheric creatures kept scratching the shells of the ship. The wandering souls were burned by the sub-space tides and let out miserable crying, while the crazy demons roared in the feast.
"Shut down the engine and all unnecessary systems in half an hour."
Garmozejie said to the non-commissioned officer who was temporarily in charge of the bridge command.
"Always keep the radio silent unless it is absolutely necessary."
"clear."
After explaining the matter, Garmozejie took a few of his entourages to take the elevator outside the bridge.
If they want to go to the flight deck, they have to pass by the middle deck.
After entering the warship, the Hateful Heart became less like a ship, but more like a slum.
The huge mechanical system was shaky, and the people who operated were dressed in rags. When the Chaos Space Marines passed by, the slaves would bow, some would cry, and others would tremble like maggots under the light. They all knew that it would be better not to talk to their masters.
Although Garmozejie 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 life in the darkness, serve a master who would never reach for life, and participate in a war that they could not understand.
These cabins even sometimes have plagues, and most of the slaves are replaced by cheap labor, as is the case with almost all Chaos Space Marine warships, so every time they have to attack the empire world to make up for the loss of dead slaves.
Soon, they entered a transit hall full of machine slaves and mechanical believers, all busy operating various devices.
The machinery is fixed in the grooves of the floor, connecting the surrounding cabins and walls through extended cables, and here is an energy heart of the Heart of Hate: the interwoven cables and plugs are its blood vessels, while its muscles are made up of aging generators and rusty engines.
When Garmozej passed, the busy servants turned a blind eye to him, while the heretics who were watching them bowed and paid tribute to the human crew.
This is meaningless to Garmozejie, and he has never cared about these mortals. However, the mechanical priests are different from those slave workers who have never seen the sun for life. Their responsibilities are far more important than kneeling down. Therefore, Garmozejie allows them to work without interruption and politely ignore his existence.
Above the servants and the believers, several armed servants stood, each cabin occupied by a heavy armed servant. They stood lifelessly, their heads lowered and their weapons were locked.
The gate leading to the flight deck is made of multiple isolation doors. As Astar and others pass through layers of arches, the automatic turret begins to resume operation, squeaking out of the wall and aiming at the entrant.
Garmozejie pressed one hand on the huge carving of the hatch door - his palm must be placed at a specific position on the left side of the statue, and then a wave of thought was emitted into the cabin.
"I am coming."
With an irregular collision and friction sound, the first group of seven bolts slowly opened.
As the hatch opened, he could see a thunder eagle parked on the flight deck, and the fully armed Tubaker was already standing by the ramp waiting.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"Sorry, let's set out now."
Then, several inconspicuous dim spots sprinkled from the shadow of Pai Shangxing's orbit, heading straight for the nest Attica, which had been washed away by the orbit bombardment.
Garmozejie sat on the other side of the cabin, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and the air around him shook with his silent prayer.
Then, he felt the storm slowing down and looked up and opened his eyes.
The gunboat aircraft lowered the landing gear and parked on the deck. The fuselage trembled. Garmozejie stood up first, and the soldiers around him also stood up neatly.
Amid the friction, the gunboat dropped the take-off and landing pedal in the front, and Tubaker glanced out a few times.
"It's here."
The cabin door opened wide, and Garmozejie left the cabin and walked into a light.
Tubek was five steps behind Garmozej, and while walking, he paused his scepter. Other members of the war gang and red characters with different shapes followed behind him.
Apart from this ancient storm bird, there is no other vehicle here.
This place is a huge hall located underground, with the edge hidden in the darkness, and some warriors in black armor stood at the edge of the hall, the symbol of black legion and chaos shone brightly on their armor, and the flags above their heads were woven into the Eye of Horus on the black background, the black background was covered with gold, silver and copper.
Behind the Space Marine are thousands of human soldiers, their faces covered by darkness.
Looking at the Black Legion's welcome ceremony, Garmozejie stopped and bowed his head to greet him for a second.
"I, Garmozejie, the messenger of the Black Heart King, thank you very much for your assistance."
The three lords stood loose in front and waited, and Garmozejie's understanding of them was based on appearance and reputation: Haken, the winner, was gloomy in obsidian-like raptor armor.
The Seizure Haken is the lord of the Raptor of the Black Legion. He commands a huge Chaos Raptor detachment in the legion. His command will sow the seeds of chaos and fear before the arrival of the main fleet. After the arrival of the Great Plunderers' army, Haken will turn his target to the enemy's command center and supply center, and will slaughter the people of the entire planet to destroy the will of this world, thus making it easier for Abaddon to conquer it.
In addition to these military positions, Haken is also known as the Apocalypse Messenger or the Declarator of Abaddon's rule. As Abaddon's mouthpiece, he declared the will of the general war. He himself enjoyed great joy in this position. He often inserted a spear on the surface of the planet and gave a countdown timer to declare the death of this world. (The origin of 80 Tian Ge)