Chapter 129

In the deepest part of the surging Warp waves that no one knows.

The massive malice from the Chaos Ruinous Powers washed over a pitch-black sacred ship like a torrent.

On the huge flag hanging at the stern of the ship, it was engraved and depicted with a head that seemed to be hunting an ancient wolf beast, with sharp beast teeth wide open, and eyes dotted with scarlet blood light.

In the Human Empire, such a strike cruiser can accommodate an entire Astartes battle company inside, including the required Thunderhawk landing craft, drop pods, aerial gunships, Rhino transport vehicles, etc., and other vehicles sufficient to deal with most battlefields.

And the strike capability possessed by the cruiser itself is also sufficient to deal with many enemies that the mortal Imperial Guard cannot deal with.

But... now this strike cruiser is scarred, and the ship armor on its side remains with the wreckage broken through by melta. Several huge holes mark that it had encountered a tragic battle not long ago!

Just a few hours ago, this strike cruiser, which should have gone to a certain place in the Segmentum Obscurus to suppress local rebellions, encountered a raid by a traitorous Chaos Astartes warband after sailing into the Warp. In the tragic boarding battle, although they successfully defeated those damn heretics, the ship suffered serious damage and urgently needed repairs and supplies!

In the command cabin inside the strike cruiser, several tall and strong Astartes, wearing heavy armor, were gathered together, discussing how to get out of the current predicament.

"Sergeant, we must sail out of the Warp as soon as possible..."

The Chaplain's voice was dull, breaking the silence first, his gaze falling on the Sergeant: "Many cabins of the cruiser have been destroyed, we need supplies and repairs."

"How many battle brothers have we lost?"

As the Sergeant Albert Amos who has command on this strike cruiser, he did not wear a helmet. The three golden nails embedded on the left eyebrow of his forehead looked a bit shiny in the dim light.

He frowned and asked the question he cared about most.

"27 battle brothers..."

The Chaplain's tone became much sadder.

A sudden encounter battle caused twenty-seven of those battle brothers who accompanied them day and night to die in battle and return to the All-Father's Golden Throne.

You know, the number of the entire battle company is only about a hundred or so. Losing one-fifth in one battle is an unbearable weight for an Astartes Chapter!

Not to mention... their battle company!

Throughout the lower passage, there was blood and broken limbs everywhere, and even meat paste that was pasted on the wall and could only be shoveled off, which was enough to explain the tragedy of the battle!

"Twenty-seven people..."

A trace of fury emerged between Albert's eyebrows. He clenched his fists, and his voice was like severe cold, causing the temperature in the entire room to drop a lot: "With Russ above, we must burn and destroy those heretics, bring down the fury of the All-Father and Russ upon them, and let them experience what fear is in their hearts and even the depths of their souls!!!"

"I can understand your mood, but... we need supplies, and the Warp storm is getting more and more serious. If we continue to pursue..."

As the Chapter's Chaplain, he had to remind the Sergeant of the predicament they are currently facing. If they continue to pursue, I am afraid it is highly likely... the entire battle company will disappear into the surging Warp!

The exhortation slightly extinguished some of the fury in Sergeant Albert's heart, but it still made him a bit unwilling.

Although they repelled the Chaos Astartes warband, they did not annihilate them all. A considerable number of Chaos Astartes finally escaped from here.

It is really difficult to let him swallow this breath!

But, considering the brothers of the company, Albert finally nodded unwillingly and agreed with the Chaplain's opinion: "Okay, find a stable route, immediately sail out of the Warp, head to the nearest Mandeville Point for repairs and supplies. As for that group of damn heretics... I swear, next time we meet, I will personally chop off their heads!"

"We will, in the name of Russ."

The Chaplain breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he knew very well that persuading this stubborn Sergeant was definitely not an easy thing, especially... in a situation where the losses were so heavy.

Having a grudge and reporting it is the life creed of this Sergeant!

I remember last time, in the territory of the Empire, when they were ordered to support an industrial world occupied by the Tyranids, because they were accidentally slashed by the opponent's Hive Tyrant, this Sergeant chased the opponent and, in the huge swarm, forcibly chopped the Hive Tyrant into minced meat.

Of course, the consequence of doing so was being trapped in the swarm siege. Fortunately, several Castraferrum Dreadnoughts were dispatched at that time, which forcibly rescued Albert from the swarm.

Looking at Albert, who was in a deep coma and seriously injured, just when the Chapter Master began to consider whether to throw him into a "Dreadnought," Albert woke up.

Everyone is happy.

Otherwise, the Chaplain really didn't know if, when Albert woke up and found himself stuffed into a "Dreadnought," he would tear them all apart, including the Chapter Master!

"A safe route has been found, Sergeant."

At this time, the pilot said muffledly.

"So fast?"

Albert was a bit shocked. This is the core area of the Warp storm. Under normal circumstances, it should not calm down so quickly. Even if looking for a safe route, it should take at least several days or months.

But... looking at the screen, in the surging Warp storm, as if influenced by some kind of power, a stable route was really "split" from the middle!

"It's the All-Father, it must be the All-Father blessing us!"

Seeing this scene, the Chaplain issued a pious praise: "Thanks to the great All-Father, thanks to Russ!"

After all, being able to show a miracle like Moses parting the sea in such a surging Warp storm, splitting the storm from the middle, except for the great Lord of Humanity, no one can do it!

"Praise the All-Father!"

Albert's joy was beyond words, and he immediately gave the order: "Immediately sail out of the nearest 'Mandeville Point'!"

The huge strike cruiser, dragging the seriously damaged hull, sailed into that stable and safe route in the violent Warp angry waves!

The Warp turbulence on both sides became more and more surging!

As if wanting to stop them from leaving, even the power that maintained the route seemed a bit shaky under the surging turbulence, as if it would collapse in the next second!

"Fast! Accelerate!"

Albert was a bit anxious. If the route went wrong, they would be completely trapped in the terrifying Warp storm and eventually lose their way.

Finally.

Amidst violent vibrations, they sailed into the Warp!

The dark and deep universe reappeared in his eyes. The moment he closed the Geller field and opened the deck cabin, Albert took a deep breath and relaxed slightly.

He turned to look at the pilot: "Report the coordinates, orientation, and the nearest hive planet."

However, the pilot was a bit shocked, staring at the position on the screen, and the whole person was stunned, not answering for a long time.

Albert frowned, his tone deepened a bit: "What are you dazing for? Report our coordinate orientation and the nearest hive world quickly!"

Listening to the Sergeant's somewhat severe voice, the pilot finally recovered from the shock. He swallowed his saliva: "Sergeant, we... seem to be in the Segmentum Obscurus."

"What did you say?!"

Albert's pupils shrank, shocked: "Isn't it the Segmentum Ultima? How could it be in the Segmentum Obscurus!"

They were heading to the Segmentum Ultima to perform suppression missions. How did they get thrown into the Segmentum Obscurus after a trip to the Warp?

"Sergeant, the nearest supply point... has a rebellion, there is a distress signal from the astropath, the target point is... the Loser hive world located in the Nachmund Gauntlet area."

The pilot checked the star map and quickly determined the position.

"Loser hive world?"

Albert frowned, and then seemed to think of something, his eyes shrank suddenly: "Rebellion, Warp storm... could it be the guidance given to us by the All-Father?"

Okay, the surgery is done, now I can only lie on my stomach.