Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 133 A Flash in the Storm
This is the sea of ​​​​warp, which can also be called the void, the sea of ​​​​souls, and the highest sky.

As the opposite of the real universe, endless life emotions from many universes gather here, forming the indescribable and turbulent waves of the subspace.

The Warp is extremely dangerous. Whether it is the relationship between time and space that is so complex that no one can figure it out, or the Warp disasters that can devour all existence invisibly, they are the nightmare of all visitors.

But it is precisely with the help of the disorder of the subspace that humans can carry out superluminal travel and maintain a human empire at the level of a galaxy.

The Astronomican created by the Emperor of Mankind provides observable coordinates for all humans entering the Warp. With the help of the Astronomican's light to illuminate the way forward and guide the direction, humans can travel through the Warp efficiently.

And not long ago, at least relative to travelers entering the Warp, the light of the Terran Astronomican was extinguished.

An unstoppable warp storm blocked the light of the Astronomican, which immediately put humans in the warp into trouble.

The Sea of ​​Souls seemed to be angry. Under the storm, everything became more unpredictable. However, in such a terrifying environment, a Zeta-class messenger ship named Cang Yue still stubbornly drifted with the waves.

Even compared to human warships, this was a very small ship, carrying only a squad of Space Wolves, some necessary mortal servants, and Mechanicus priests who maintained the engine.

The Faffnir Bloodband recalled the oath they had sworn before the great Primarch of the VI Legion, Wolf Lord Leman Russ. They, the Space Wolves, would carry out the duties entrusted by Prime Minister Malcador, and each would lead a team to monitor those Primarchs whose positions were unclear.

After the Burning of Prospero, the Sixth Legion inflicted heavy damage on the Thousand Sons, but it also paid a huge price in the war.

Leman Russ had no resources to waste, so he ordered his son, Faffnir, to take ten wolf brothers on a starship to distant Ultramar.

"It has been three weeks. The timer on our ship shows that three Terran weeks have passed. We have been drifting aimlessly for who knows how long, ever since that terrible warp storm changed the color of the Sea of ​​Souls."

Faffnir said, holding a massive Fenrisian power axe upside down in his hand as he personally executed a maddened mortal crew member.

Without the light of the Astronomican, all humans lost in the Warp, and even starships, will suffer from even more severe Warp pollution.

The Crescent Moon, the ship under Faffnir's command, has been screaming since the day the warp storm arose out of nowhere.

Yes, the ship was screaming all the time. In the cabin, under the deck, in the engine room, the terrible screams with high and low rises and unusual sharpness could be heard in every corner.

The Wolf Warriors knew that it was the Warp that had turned their ship into this horrible state. The Waning Moon was just howling along with the terrible roar from the Warp.

The screams coming from the Sea of ​​Souls are truly terrifying. It sounds like the end of the world, just like in the ancient mythology passed down by Fenris: when the bloody setting sun sets, all things are about to end, the giant wolf devours its own tail, and a silent era with only the underworld arrives.

After executing the mortal crew member who had completely lost his mind, the Space Wolf, who was wearing snow wolf fur on his power armor, turned and walked towards the bridge.

The ceramic steel armor stepped heavily on the deck, but the touch was as soft and sticky as if it was stepping on flesh and corpses.

"Captain, you..."

Faffnal pushed open the heavy airtight door, only to see the captain holding his head, clamping his ears with his arms, curled up in his chair and whimpering.

This strong man is beginning to break down, the Space Wolf thought.

But he was not completely hopeless. Faffnir tied the captain to the seat with a rope made of the sinews of the Fenris giant bear and let him calm down.

Elsewhere on the ship, Brother Busorin, known as "Axe," watches over the ship's navigator, his power axe never leaving the optimal decapitation position, ready to grant merciful relief should the navigator collapse.

The other battle brothers took turns patrolling the empty corridors and decks.

This should have been the responsibility of the mortal crew members who were accompanying them, but unfortunately, in the current environment, mortals were too fragile, and their weak wills and physical limits could not withstand the malice of the warp.

So the only option was to send out the Space Marines and be on the lookout for any unusual situations on this tortured ship.

The so-called abnormal conditions, in layman's terms, are actually those subspace demons.

As the Emperor's executioners, the Space Wolves knew many secrets unknown to other Legions. Even after the Council of Nikaea, when all Legions were forced to give up their psychic powers, the Rune Priests of the Space Wolves were not restricted.

The Space Wolves believed that the power their Rune Priests wielded was not psychic energy, but rather a runic power originating from Fenris. With this power, the user could harness the power of the storm, using blizzards and lightning to defeat their enemies. Faffnir's nose picked up the familiar stench of filth. Those demons again!
He was a little impatient, but he still lowered his body, stood firm, and used his reliable Fenris Axe to chop into pieces a warp evil creature that had penetrated the armor of the Waning Moon and just appeared.

"Report the situation, wolf brothers."

Faffnar's rough voice sounded in the communication channel. As usual, he asked about the situation of the wolf brothers scattered in various corners of the hull.

"Everything is normal." Malmö, who is stationed in the engine room, has been fighting for two consecutive nights, and the Space Wolf warrior is still in high spirits.

"Not too bad." The voice of Space Wolf Kuro was a little haggard. He had his arm bitten off by a sudden Warp evil creature. Although this injury was not fatal to an Astartes, it still made him a lot weaker.

"Work as usual," said Bert Herick, and every time the ship's clock struck four o'clock, a strange skull would appear at the front workstation, and all he had to do was use his axe to split it in half over and over again.

Faffnar felt a little relieved, at least his warriors could still hold on.

But this ship is not certain. They need supplies, and the Crescent Moon, which may disintegrate and shatter in the frenzy of the warp at any time, will not be able to hold on for much longer.

Once the Crescent Moon is damaged, no matter how tenacious the Wild Wolf Warriors are, they will only end up being completely lost in the subspace.

Space Wolves warriors were never afraid of death, it was just a call from the All-Father to ascend to Valhalla. They just felt regretful that they might not be able to fulfill their promise to Wolf King Leman Russ and sink into the Sea of ​​Souls with their mission.

What fate awaits them, falling into the jaws of the Wolf of Doom, or drowning in their own blood?

Faffnal optimistically began to imagine how he would die, thinking that it would be a very interesting thing.

"If we are lucky enough, the warp storm will wash the wreckage of our ship ashore in an unknown corner of the universe. Perhaps a boy will pick up our legendary story and record it."

"I hope the one who picked me up wasn't a hateful alien, otherwise I will come back to life and give him an axe!" The loud laughter of the wolf brothers rang out from the communication channel, and everyone was laughing out loud.

Faffnir stroked his power axe, a finely crafted weapon carefully forged by Fenris's technicians. It had helped him kill many alien enemies.

He hummed, with a distant emphasis, some minor tune popular in Fenris.

"All-Father and Russ, please guide us in the direction—"

It was not known whether the calls and prayers of the Wolf Warriors really worked, but in the confusing subspace, an extremely eye-catching spot of light suddenly lit up.

Faffnir stood up suddenly, rushed to the Navigator's room, grabbed the Navigator's shoulders and lifted him up, his nose almost touching the tortured psychic.

With foul saliva spurting out, the Space Wolf could not suppress his excitement, his cold blood from Fenris was boiling.

"Tell me, tell me now! What is that! That glowing beacon!"

The Navigator has a slightly deformed eye on his forehead, which is a distinctive feature of this human subspecies.

Through the third eye, they can see clearly the appearance of the etheric current.

This extremely haggard man was also screaming with excitement; the whispers from the warp almost drove him crazy.

"A beacon! It's a man-made beacon! It's glowing, pointing in a direction!"

"But I don't know whether this beacon is pointing to something good or bad, sir. It could be an intentional trap, waiting for us to step into it."

Faffnal punched the metal cabin wall, making a dull thud.

"Listen to my orders, the Cang Yue will start its engine immediately and move towards the direction of this beacon!"

"at all costs!"

(End of this chapter)