Above the Martian port, various flagships are flowing continuously, the metallic luster sparkles under the illumination of the indicator lights, and the roar of plasma engines rises and falls one after another.
Among the countless fleets that took off, a team of smaller spaceships also ignited their engines, broke away from the gravity of Mars, and headed into space.
The astronomical message from Pluto instructed the spacecraft to enter the star gate of the Solar Star Region, where the subspace waves with brilliant blue and purple light surged.
The spacecraft adjusted the angle of its secondary engine and slowly sailed into the designated subspace channel.
Planet Sigma 373.
Now.
This is a small planet dotted with emerald green and dark brown, and eyes from afar are now focused on it.
[The planet's atmosphere is in good condition, there are no electronic storms, and there are few obstacles on the ground, so it is possible to land.]
The crew member stared at the bird servant, and the image of this area was now in front of him.
[clear.]
[Prepare to land.]
The exploration fleet from afar slowly landed in a large open space in the forest. Grass and ferns fluttered in the violent airflow caused by the engine, and the leaves on the towering trees not far away were also rolling.
A fleet clad in pitch black, with scarlet skeletons of the Mechanicus looming above it, and gears rotating and stationed on top.
They are here.
Hades was not in a hurry to come out. He was still sleeping and resting in his cabin. Every time he finished a subspace voyage, he felt like vomiting, so Hades decisively chose to sleep and pretend to be dead, waiting for the results of the superficial investigation by Sage Kirkland.
The information requesting for spacecraft from the nearby forge world has also been sent. After investigating this world, Hades can take a small aircraft to meet up with the fleet of this forge world.
But what no one knew was that an electron storm unique to this planet was gathering.
Some small drones were released, flying around and began to collect data in the area, as well as approaching human cities in the distance.
The Crusaders, dressed in red robes and bearing the Mechanicus symbol, also lined up along the exit of the spacecraft to explore and identify dangerous objects near the spacecraft.
Binary mechanical hymns also played in the air along with the footsteps of the Crusaders.
In order to avoid the impact of clouds and atmospheric currents on the entire fleet, and to prevent the fleet's instruments from possibly affecting the Black Stone Obelisk, Sage Kirkland parked the fleet in a clearing in a large forest far away from the human city.
When the entire fleet landed, except for the unsuitable terrain on the ground, the atmospheric landing conditions here were textbook ideal.
The Crusader stepped on a dead tree and broke it with a crackling sound, but there was no echo in the silent forest.
The vines are winding slowly.
It was pitch black, but consciousness still existed.
"You shouldn't be here."
Hades looked at the middle-aged man in front of him in disbelief.
The man was wearing a simple and capable black priest's suit. The bright green straight lines simply outlined the geometric patterns, and a square monument-like decoration embellished his collar.
Neatly combed white hair and well-trimmed beard.
"Who are you?"
Hades spoke,
"I am Bishop Mazel, young man."
The bishop nodded slightly.
"You shouldn't be here."
He spoke bitterly.
"I'm hurting everyone."
Bishop Mazel stared at Hades, and Hades was sure he saw a spark of anger in his eyes.
The bishop wanted to say something else, but his voice was gnashing and he looked exhausted, which was in stark contrast to his neat clothes.
But he only said one sentence in the end.
"Forget it. There's no escape."
"Young man, if you still have a conscience,"
"Just help me kill her."
The bishop's deep blue eyes were fixed on Hades.
Hades opened his eyes.
The man's figure gradually blurred, his mind went blank, and the dream began to fade.
Do Space Marines dream, too? Hades wondered without thinking.
But no matter what, this dream interrupted his sweet sleep, and Hades sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly.
This dream is so strange
He killed...everyone
He owed them this, who did Hades owe it to
If we kill her, who is she
"Lord Hades, Sage Kirkland's preliminary investigation results on this planet are out. Please go and meet up with the sage immediately."
"Lord Hades? Lord Hades!!!"
"Get up and don't sleep anymore, Hades!!!"
However, Jin's loud shout outside the door interrupted Hades' daze.
"Hey, hey, hey, here it comes!"
Hades hurriedly stood up. No matter what, he could only stay there for a month at most, and then he would have to reunite with the fleet of another forge world.
Why do I have a nightmare as soon as I get here
Hades shook his head.
At worst, if I find something wrong, I can just run away, Hades thought.
Death Guard Endurance, unknown.
"You said that the fleet Hades was on lost communications?"
Mortarion tapped the table unconsciously, at a frequency that seemed a little irritating.
It is not uncommon for a spacecraft to lose communications briefly.
Regional subspace storms and fluctuations of nearby stars may cause this phenomenon.
But time is running out.
The entire Death Guard fleet was busy undergoing pre-war modifications, strengthening defenses, and transforming engines. Detailed tasks were being handed down from the legion commander.
The Death Guard were already waiting over their prey.
In the Galaspa star field, those heavy and grand star cluster defenses are sleeping quietly.
As they got closer to the Galaspa star field, Calastiphon began to hear some strange noises.
He blinked nervously, his instinct telling him that this was a problem at the psychic level.
But previous events had already caused a breakdown in his relationship with the Death Guard's think tank, the Undertaker.
In desperation, Calastiphon had to find another way. He tried to move into the area where the Death Guard were stationed with the Untouchables.
The Untouchables have not yet been trained, as these soulless beings make the others too uncomfortable, so Mortarion intends to leave this matter to Hades.
As uncomfortable as it was, it did weaken the whispers.
Although he was very reluctant, the daily whispers made Karas' mental state not good.
Maybe if Hades were here, he could ask Hades for help.
Karas thought reluctantly.
Calastiphon sat in a dark corner of the Untouchables' quarters, slowly awaiting his fate.
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