Chapter 466

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The subspace vortex twisted out by the profane barrier was like a constantly contracting giant mouth, trapping the James Tong tightly in the center.

Outside the portholes of the bridge, not a single star or nebula could be seen anymore, only surging rainbow-colored chaos energy, like boiling poison soup, constantly striking the light film of the Gellar Field.

With every impact, rings of distorted ripples spread across the force field, carrying soul-corroding shrieks that seeped into the heavy alloy hull.

Dominic stood before the command console, his expression exhausted.

Since the profane barrier was generated, he had not closed his eyes.

His red hair, originally meticulously groomed, clung messily to his forehead, blue stubble sprouted on his chin, and heavy dark circles lay beneath his eye sockets.

In those red eyes that always held pride and sharpness, bloodshot veins now filled them, concealing undisguised desolation and exhaustion.

A few hours ago, when he ordered the James Tong to charge into the energy trough, he thought he had grasped the key to breaking the deadlock.

He had even rehearsed countless times in his mind: the warship breaking through the barrier, descending above Brevis, the macro cannon tearing apart the chaos position, him personally leading the squad to purge the heretics, becoming the hero who saved this planet.

But reality dealt him the cruelest blow.

The so-called energy trough was nothing more than bait deliberately released by the enemy.

He led the James Tong, an Imperial Elite Battleship, straight into the trap meticulously arranged by the other side, like a fly crashing into a spider web.

"Adult, force field energy readings have dropped to thirty-seven percent."

The navigator's voice carried undisguised trembling, breaking the silence of the bridge.

"B Area Psyker Array overloaded, Spirit Energy User Acolyte Thorn, killed in action."

Dominic's eyelashes twitched slightly, and he said nothing.

The psykers reserved aboard the James Tong were originally the "battery" maintaining the Gellar Field.

They used their own souls and lives to prop up the barrier isolating subspace erosion.

But in this violent vortex, the rate of psychic consumption was astonishingly fast.

A day ago, there were still seven psykers.

Now, only the last two remained.

With every death, the Gellar Field weakened by a point, and the erosion of the subspace deepened by a point.

He could clearly feel the hull's trembling growing more violent, and even some cabin wall metal surfaces had begun to ooze sticky dark-red flesh tissue.

The whispers of chaos also grew clearer, like countless needles drilling into every crew member's ears, tempting them to abandon resistance and throw themselves into the embrace of the Four Great Gods.

"Boom!!"

A violent impact came from the direction of the bow, and the entire battlecruiser shook violently.

The piercing alarm instantly rose to the sharpest frequency, red warning lights flashed wildly, illuminating everyone's faces in alternating light and dark.

"Warning! Warning! Bow left side shield breached!"

"Chaos Guard Ship detected contacting hull! The enemy is conducting boarding action!"

"Identification signal... it's the Thousand Sons Warband! Red Word Warrior signal confirmed!"

The communication device instantly exploded into chaos, screams, explosions, and weapon fire from all directions mixed together, transmitted through the current to the bridge.

Dominic abruptly raised his head, the desolation and exhaustion in his eyes instantly replaced by cold killing intent.

Trapped here, grudgingly falling into the Subspace Abyss along with the warship, he absolutely could not accept it.

He was Dominic Wenturia, the legitimate son of the Veturia Family, an Imperial Navy Major General.

Even if he died, he would die on the road of charging, die in close-quarters combat with heretics.

"Tian Shi Squad, follow me."

He grabbed the exquisite power axe hanging beside the command console, the axe blade's decomposition force field humming,

"Lady Linke, the bridge is temporarily under your command."

The Silent Sister standing in the corner nodded slightly, her gray eyes showing not a ripple, merely lightly pressing her hand on the power sword hilt at her waist.

Four Tian Shi Terminators, three meters tall, strode forward, their heavy Terminator Power Armor emitting dull hydraulic sounds.

They were Dominic's Bodyguards, elites crafted by the Veturia Family at great expense.

But after all, they were merely heavy power armor controlled by mortals, and differed greatly from true Astartes Terminators.

Even more fatal was that, in an environment directly eroded by the subspace, only by approaching the Saint Mummy Talisman on Dominic's chest could they barely resist chaos corruption.

This meant their range of movement was tightly restricted, and they could not move their limbs freely at all.

Passing through the tilted corridor, the gruesome sights along the way were shocking.

In just ten minutes, the invading chaos troops had already torn through three defensive lines.

The corridor floor was covered with the corpses of Imperial soldiers.

Their deaths were extremely horrific; some had bulging eyes, extreme fear frozen on their faces, obviously scared to death alive.

Some bodies had grown together with the metal walls, flesh and blood blurredly fused into twisted masses of meat.

Others still gripped laser guns in their hands, but the gun muzzles had turned around, piercing their own chests.

Direct erosion by the subspace reduced the combat power of mortal soldiers by more than eighty percent.

Many had not even seen the enemy before being driven mad by illusions.

"Save me, save me..."

A soldier curled up in the corner, twitching all over, small tentacles growing from the gaps in his armor, drilling bit by bit into his skin and flesh.

He saw Dominic walk over, reach out a hand as if asking for help, but what came from his mouth was an obscure Chaos Prayer.

A Thousand Sons Guard behind him raised his Power Fist without hesitation and ended his suffering.

"Adult, Hangar 3 is just ahead, the sorcerer is inside."

The Lion Captain's voice came through the communication device, carrying a metallic quality hoarseness:

"Nine Red Warrior Signals, and, countless Demon and Servant Groups."

Dominic stopped his footsteps, took a deep breath.

He knew decapitation was the only method.

As long as he killed that Thousand Sons sorcerer, the Boarding Troops without Psyker Leadership would fall into chaos, and the James Tong could hold out a while longer.

Even though he also didn't know what meaning there was in holding on.

Trapped in the Subspace Vortex, without navigation, without support, the force field would eventually collapse completely.

But killing one more traitor, dragging out one more minute, was always better than sitting and waiting to die.

"Take the Maintenance Passage, get around to their Side Rear."

Dominic lowered his voice, leading four people into the narrow maintenance pipe beside them.

He knew every inch of the James Tong's structure like the back of his hand, this was his warship, his Territory.

Inside Hangar 3, the scene was like Hell.

Yi Su's Rainbow Flame burned everywhere, scorching the metal ground into pits and craters.

Hundreds of Servant Group cultists knelt on the ground, madly chanting incantations, their bodies constantly distorting and mutating in the incantations, growing extra arms and eyes.

More than ten Pink Horrors floated back and forth in the air, emitting shrill smiles.

And on the Platform in the center of the hangar stood a Thousand Sons sorcerer.

He wore exquisite Blue Power Armor, beneath his helmet were eyes flickering with Psyker Light, at the top of the Magic Wand in his hand, a multicolored gem was constantly drawing in the surrounding Warp Energy.

Nine Red Word Warriors clad in Exquisite Power Armor stood like sculptures at his side.

Their armor was carved full of Yi Su Runes, the Power Halberds in their hands emitted a strange radiance, within the armor were souls cursed to eternal prison.