After years of long research on Gormek, Fabius Bile successfully deciphered the encryption code of the Organic Codex and successfully screened out a group of suitable genes from it, namely: Azjan.

When he thought of this, recalling the long time and huge energy he had spent to clone those strange genes that seemed to come from another universe, Bayer felt a little sick in his stomach: “If half of the organic collection was not incomplete, how could I need to do this? A lot of trouble.”

According to the information he analyzed, the ancient artifact “Organic Codex” should be divided into two parts.

The first is the “Organic Encyclopedia” itself, which records a huge amount of organic life genome index data.

The second is an “organic creation instrument” that can use basic elements as materials to perfectly reproduce the genetic sequences recorded in the complete codex.

Fabius Bile only obtained the Organic Codex that recorded the genetic data, but did not have the Organic Creator that could turn the data into reality. Therefore, he could only spend a lot of time and massive resources to find other ways to clone the life recorded in the codex.

Although it was a long detour, fortunately, Bayer had successfully developed a method to clone the Azjan worm.

“Now all I need is time. With enough time and resources, I can clone a cheap and violent army of space slugs in a very short time…” Fabius Bile narrowed his eyes and looked back at the ether turbulence that was gradually moving away.

In fact, it was not the turbulence that was receding, but the barge itself that was drifting forward.

Fabius didn’t know where he was at the moment. In the whirlpool, both time and space were in disorder. In front of the barge was a beautiful planet that was crystal clear and looked like a huge crystal gem. The barge, which had lost power, was being pulled by the gravity of the crystal planet and was drifting forward.

If the barge was allowed to be captured by the planet’s gravity, the only outcome for Bayer would be the destruction of the ship and the death of all on board.

Fabius Bile adjusted his breathing, holding the dart gun in his right hand, and tightly grasping the sadistic staff inlaid with the skull of the demon prince in his left hand, he returned to the cabin along the same route.

There were only two choices before him, either to fight back to the core cabin and restart the engine, or to enter the hangar on the lower belly of the hull to look for a carrier-based aircraft that could still move, or escape equipment such as a landing module.

No matter which one he chooses, he will have to return to the depths of the cabin and have close contact with the warp creatures lurking there. Fortunately, Bayer is already used to it.

However, Fabius Bile, who was slightly relaxed because he had successfully escaped the pursuit, did not know at this time that the main fleet of the Word Bearers had not actually chased them at all. They had just received a distress signal from Kor Phaeron when they were halfway there, so they had to hurriedly return to Gormek to fight the Human Empire.

Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that he was beaten.

The hastily returning Word Bearers fleet had made full preparations for the upcoming battle with the Imperial fleet. Chaos wizards worked overtime to torture and kill mortal slaves in the cabins to sacrifice to the evil gods. The priests of the Word Bearers legion, represented by Erebus, were also praying devoutly before the battle.

The Word Bearers prepared for war assiduously as possible, but war came even as they were preparing.

The Chaos fleet, haunted by an ominous force, had not yet actually approached the battlefield, and the signal from Gormek had not yet appeared within the detector range of the Word Bearers ships, but the attack of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet had already arrived.

A blue-purple arc of electricity pierced through deep space and also pierced through the Chaos fleet floating outside the galaxy, horrifying the praying Word Bearers.

“Enemy attack! Emergency combat readiness! We are under enemy attack!”

“Can’t find the target, damn it! Check the damage! Who of you was hit!”

“It seems… no ships were hit?”

Perhaps because the strange warp anomalies in the maelstrom affected the aiming, or because of some other interference reasons, the first beam of focused energy arc failed to cause any substantial damage to the Word Bearers: it passed through the wide gap between several Chaos warships.

But immediately afterwards, the second main gun fired after calibration.

With a series of huge shocks causing the keels to break, a bright arc of electricity penetrated the three ships along with their void shields and hulls at once.

Chapter 197 Dark Choir

No one knew where the attack came from, nor the form and size of the enemy. Only spears of light flickered in the hazy fog of the subspace. The engines of the Ridge Peak heavy artillery battleships were running at full speed and wandering in the void, using deadly arcs of electricity and spears of light to carry out their cold, ultra-long-range sniping.

But perhaps they should be praised? Even after falling into Chaos, the Word Bearers still demonstrated military qualities worthy of one of the original 20 Astartes Legions. After several alien destroyers that had been transformed by heresy were shot and killed, the remaining Chaos ships did not flee like headless flies, but instead quickly regrouped under the command of the flagship “Dark Choir”.

The Word Bearers who reacted quickly summed up some characteristics of the attack while constantly dodging and moving: for example, the enemy’s naval guns had an unusually long range, and the thick and long light spears were hitting Erebus’ face, but the ship’s auspicious array still couldn’t find the signal of the attacker; for another example, the accuracy of both the light spears and the electric arcs was not very good, and the firing depended on luck, and the hit was entirely due to luck.

“Has the Human Empire unearthed some ancient artifact from the ruins of a certain planet that can perform ultra-long-range sniping missions?”

On the Dark Choir, the Word Bearers’ Chapter Chaplain Erebus habitually attributed his inability to detect the attackers to the Empire digging up graves again:

“Based on the frequency of firing, there should be no more than three of these weapons, and they are very far away from us. But they are extremely powerful. If the Firestorm-class frigate is hit, it will not be able to withstand even one blow and will crash directly… Such a powerful relic is actually controlled by the fools who have been deceived by the false emperor. It is simply a waste of natural resources.”

Inevitably, Erebas had the idea of ​​snatching the “ancient relic” that was shooting concentrated arcs at him from the attacker, but soon after this idea came into his mind, an incredible space fluctuation disrupted his thoughts.

It was not a fluctuation in the subspace, but a simple physical distortion. From the flagship Dark Choir to the Styx-class heavy cruiser, every normally functioning sensor detected the incredible curvature distortion very clearly.

More direct than electrons, faster than photons, a huge “bubble” appeared in the empty space vacated when the Word Bearers fleet dispersed to avoid electric arc sniping.

The inexplicable abnormal physical readings returned to normal in less than 1 millisecond, and soon after, the Cogito array on the Dark Choir detected thousands of unfamiliar warship signals.

Without any time to react or think, the 6th Expeditionary Fleet jumped into the center of the Word Bearers’ formation. Countless torpedoes, macro cannons, and light spear arrays were fired simultaneously at this moment, and the overwhelming firepower spread in all directions, like a beautiful flower blooming in the darkness.

“We’ve been deceived! The arc sniping attack from the perimeter is just a cover. Their real tactics are—”

——Jump into the face and attack.

In the end, Erebus was unable to finish his words as the hull beneath his feet suddenly shook violently. The giant ship housing hundreds of thousands of Chaos followers almost rolled over in space. He relied on his magnetic boots that gripped the deck tightly to avoid falling down in disgrace.

The main battleships of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet used their ferocious firepower to indiscriminately attack all targets without friendly markings. Even passing comets were shattered by macro cannons. One after another, the heavy cruisers were overloaded with void shields, their armor was blown up, and their engines were paralyzed, turning them into piles of space scrap metal.

But somehow, the Dark Choir, the ship that Erebus was on, seemed to have received extra care.

In the chaos, the Dark Choir’s array of Thinkers captured a particularly eye-catching signal amidst the screen full of red alerts – it was impossible not to notice it, it was so eye-catching.

It was a giant silver-white warship with gorgeous wings carved on the gorgeous gold rams at the bow and stern. Its soft body was like a reserved and reserved lady, while the Nova cannon arrays on both sides of the ship’s hull were blatantly spewing terrifying firepower to show off its might.

The Malevolent Woman used her Nova Cannon array on her side to continuously destroy the damaged hull of the Dark Choir, leaving no chance for the Word Bearers on board to breathe.

In such a fierce attack, Erebus faced the reality.

Ten thousand years ago during the Great Crusade, Erebus was the first legion chaplain of the Word Bearers. He had commanded the “Law of Faith”, the glorious queen of the Word Bearers, and had also boarded the Abyss-class battleship gifted to the Word Bearers by Horus.

However, even in Erebus’s long life spanning tens of thousands of years, he had never seen such a magnificent warship as the one before him. The 6th Expeditionary Fleet broke up the Word Bearers’ formation with a wave of attacks, and the Valkyrie that arrived crushed all the fighting will of the enemy in front of them with her devastating firepower.

Can it be reconciled? “

For a moment, Erebas had such a ridiculous idea, but the thought of surrender was quickly dispelled by the artillery fire that flickered like fireflies in front of him. Just as Erebas himself hated the pseudo-emperor regime, the other side would never compromise with the supporters of Chaos.

Then the only options left are –

“escape–“

At the moment of life and death, he no longer cared about the eternally sweeping Warp storms and deadly Aether turbulence in the Maelstrom, nor did he care about the other ships around him. Amid the groans and cries of countless Chaos believers, fragments of the hull were scattered everywhere.

A rift filled with endless strange colors suddenly opened, and the Dark Choir started its subspace engine.

“The Word Bearers are tearing the veil apart and fleeing urgently. Should we chase them?”

“We have already achieved the intended results. There is no need to jump into the warp with these lunatics. It would be more trouble than it’s worth. The Chaos God is still watching us.”

To understanding. “

After a brief discussion, the Malevolent Woman stopped its advancing offensive and began to retreat away from the warp rift that was forcibly torn open by the Dark Choir, while still firing artillery to see the Word Bearers off.

“Don’t fight any longer! The space rift torn open by the Word Bearers is about to get out of control! All ships gather and prepare to evacuate!”

Suddenly, a distant whisper that seemed to come from eternity sounded in the silent deep space, and the surging turbulence of the subspace rushed out like a flood that broke through a dam, tearing the twisted crack bigger and bigger.

The originally chaotic tide seemed to come to life from this moment on, like tentacles extending across the starry sky, or like pythons using their bodies to tie up their prey, dragging the Word Bearers ships with paralyzed engines into the Sea of ​​Souls.

The tentacles of Chaos are still extending, and the hideous rifts are still expanding. Perhaps even Erebus himself did not expect that starting the warp engine at this moment would have such catastrophic consequences.

“The warp drive will start in 2 minutes. All ships must assemble immediately around the Vicious Woman!”

Plumeria repeated the order to assemble on the communication channel. Seeing the raging turbulence of the subspace in the distance, more and more ships were gathering around the Valkyrie. The ships that successfully returned to the team were lucky, but not all ships were so lucky.

“The battleship ‘Madame Jealous’ cannot return to the team. She went too far in the previous guerrilla harassment. The expanding warp rift has completely separated us from her…”

“Don’t worry about her. The Jealous Lady is equipped with an independent jump engine. She can escape on her own. The time has come. Start warp speed.” Plumeria said in a deep voice.

As her order was successfully issued, in the core cabin of the Vicious Woman, a monk of truth who had been waiting for a long time opened the quartz test tube in his hand and poured a high-concentration glucose solution into the hideous mouthparts of the brain worm in front of him.

Overclocked bioelectricity burst out from the brain stem. The powerful energy distorted the spatial curvature of the material universe. A huge bubble unfolded in an instant, enveloping the entire expedition fleet and disappearing without a trace.

The next moment, the tentacles of chaos hit nothing.

Chapter 198 Crystal Dream

On the surface, the 6th Expeditionary Fleet had the absolute upper hand in this raid and was overwhelming the Word Bearers, but it was a complete failure in its strategic goal: they failed to capture the Word Bearers’ flagship, the Dark Choir, and allowed it to escape into the warp.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the expeditionary fleet had successfully destroyed several Chaos ships in the previous battle, and by sending Shadow Banshees and boarding the paralyzed ships, they successfully captured a small number of Word Bearers prisoners.

From the mouths of these captives, the 6th Expeditionary Fleet learned a crucial piece of information – the Word Bearers failed to capture Fabius Bile, and this guy escaped to another place.

The chaotic battle situation changed rapidly, leaving little time for everyone to digest the information.

When the ever-widening Warp rift split the battlefield of the encounter in half, the Jealous Lady lost her last chance to reunite with the main force.

Faced with such a situation, the best option at the moment is undoubtedly to immediately start the jump engine and initiate a random jump to escape from here. The captain of the Jealous Lady did so.

But as if attracted by some indescribable thing, a thick Chaos tendril actually let go of the paralyzed Word Bearers ship it had captured and stretched out towards the Jealous Lady which was activating its jump engine.

As the Envious Lady’s hull was embraced by Chaos, reality began to thin, the laws of physics were twisted by the intrusion of the Warp, immutable constants shifted, and jump drives ceased to function.

“Why, why is it us…”

In the hangar of the Jealous Lady, a tall Inquisitor wearing a full set of power armor opened the hatch and jumped out of a carrier-based aircraft that had just completed a close combat raid mission.

Next to her resting place sat two Word Bearers warriors with disabled power packs and bound hands and feet. This was the result of Inquisitor Bernadette’s recent boarding attack on a disabled Chaos light cruiser with the Banshee troops.

Bernatita hung the scarlet blood-drinking magic sword behind her waist and pulled off the helmet of the prisoner in front of her, revealing a crazy face that showed fanaticism and disdain.

“Tell me why the Chaos Tendrils gave up on other ships and prioritized intercepting us. What kind of Chaos sorcery have you, a bunch of dirty traitors, unleashed?” Bernatita’s voice was anxious and filled with anger.

She could feel the struggles of the engines weakening, the Jealous Lady falling into the Sea of ​​Souls.

The Word Bearers monk who was slumped on the ground laughed, his hoarse laughter full of contempt: “Chaos sorcery? If chaos is equal to evil in your definition, then there is no doubt that you are far more evil than me, lady.”

Bernadette was stunned when she heard this, and her left hand subconsciously grasped the Book of Pleasure hanging around her waist.

The Word Bearers’ smile became even more exaggerated, and even his voice began to tremble: “I feel the grace of God in you. That book, that sword, and the two rings hanging on your chest are all Chaos artifacts that carry the will of God. More than one great being in the Dark Pantheon is watching you…”

“Admit it, there is no Chaos sorcery. You know we don’t have time for that. It is you, and only you, who are the cause of the Chaos force…

You are so blessed to be blessed by all the true gods.

You are so stupid, stubborn in your belief in the false emperor.

You should learn to accept the grace of a true god, rather than serving a mummy on decaying Terra…”

Poof——

Bernadette thrust the Bloodthirsty Sword into the Word Bearers’ forehead, putting an end to his chattering. The fanatical missionary still had a smile on his face until his death, a smile that sent chills down one’s spine.

Big beads of sweat dripped down her cheeks. Next to the fallen body, another captured Word Bearers monk murmured softly: “You can’t escape, you can’t get away, you can’t refuse the favor of the True God, you can’t break free from the embrace of Chaos… You… hehe…”

“Shut your filthy mouth.” Bernadette grasped the blood-drinking magic sword blessed by the Blood God with trembling hands and cut off his neck.

A pale head rolled off the power armor and turned a few times. A pair of piercing eyes were still staring at her: “You can’t escape…”

“Damn it!” Bernadette forced herself to suppress her explosive urge to do so and quickly went from the hangar to the cabin.