Chapitre 114: Chapter 114: Something's Not Right Everywhere!
Above the Martian port, a myriad of flagships flowed continuously. Their metallic sheen gleamed under the guiding lights, and the roar of plasma engines echoed intermittently.
Among the countless departing fleets, a smaller ship ignited its engines, breaking free from Mars' gravitational pull, heading into space.
Guided by the starry instructions from Pluto, the ship entered the sun system's stargate, where the brilliant blue-purple glow of subspace waves surged.
The ship adjusted its auxiliary engine angle, slowly entering the predetermined subspace route.
**Planet Sigma-373. Now.**
This was a tiny planet adorned with shades of green and deep brown. At this moment, eyes from afar were focused on it.
*[The atmosphere of this planet is stable, no electronic storms, few ground obstacles, suitable for landing.]*
A crew member stared at the bird servant instrument, the current imaging of this area displayed before him.
*[Understood.]*
*[Prepare for landing.]*
The exploration fleet from afar gently descended into a large clearing in the forest. Grass and ferns were tossed about by the intense airflow from the engines. Nearby, the leaves of towering trees rustled.
The fleet, cloaked in black, bore the menacing crimson skull of the Mechanicum, with rotating gears stationed above.
They had arrived.
Not in a hurry to disembark, Hades was still in his cabin, resting. Every time he completed a subspace journey, he felt nauseous. So, he chose to sleep it off, waiting for Sage Keklan's preliminary investigation results.
He had already sent a request to a nearby forge world for a ship. After investigating this world, Hades could rendezvous with the fleet from that forge world using a small aircraft.
However, unbeknownst to all, a unique electronic storm native to this planet was gathering.
Several small drones were released, fluttering as they began to collect data from this area and approached a distant human city.
Guardians in red robes, bearing the Mechanicum insignia, also disembarked in formation from the ship's exit, scouting and identifying potential threats nearby.
Binary hymns of the Mechanicum played in the air, accompanying the guardians' steps.
To avoid the influence of clouds and atmospheric currents on the entire fleet, and to prevent the fleet's instruments from potentially affecting the black stone obelisk, Sage Keklan parked the fleet in a large clearing in a forest, far from the human city.
During the fleet's landing, apart from the unsuitable terrain, the atmospheric landing conditions were textbook perfect.
A guardian's foot snapped a twig, but in this silent forest, there was no echo.
Vines slowly slithered.
Darkness enveloped everything, but consciousness remained.
"You shouldn't have come here."
Hades incredulously stared at the middle-aged man before him.
The man wore a sleek black priest's robe, with simple geometric patterns outlined in a luminous green. A monolithic ornament adorned his collar.
Neatly combed white hair, well-trimmed beard.
"Who are you?"
Hades inquired.
"I am Bishop Mazel, young one."
The bishop nodded slightly.
"You shouldn't have come here."
He spoke with a hint of bitterness.
"I... I've doomed everyone."
Bishop Mazel stared at Hades, and Hades was certain he saw a spark of anger in the bishop's eyes.
The bishop seemed to want to say more, his teeth gritted, weariness evident, contrasting with his pristine attire.
But in the end, he only said,
"Never mind. There's no escape."
"Young man, if you still have a conscience,"
"Help me kill her."
The bishop's deep blue eyes bore into Hades.
"This is what you owe us, what you owe everyone."
Hades awoke.
The figure of the man blurred, his mind blank, the dream fading.
Do space warriors dream? Hades pondered aimlessly.
Regardless, the dream interrupted his rest. Hades sat on the edge of his bed, lost in thought.
Such a strange dream. He had doomed everyone?
He owed them? Owed who?
Kill her? Who was she?
"Hades, sir, Sage Keklan's preliminary investigation results of this planet are ready. Please meet with the sage immediately."
"Hades, sir? Hades, sir!!!"
"Wake up, stop sleeping, Hades!!!"
However, Jin's loud shouts from outside interrupted Hades' trance.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming!"
Hades hurriedly got up. Regardless, he could only stay here for a month at most before he had to rendezvous with another forge world's fleet.
Why did he have a nightmare as soon as he arrived?
Hades shook his head.
If anything feels off, he'd just leave early, he thought.
**Death Guard's Endurance. Unknown.**
"You're saying the fleet Hades is on lost communication?"
Mortarion tapped the table absentmindedly, his rhythm betraying his irritation.
A ship losing communication briefly wasn't rare.
Regional subspace storms or nearby star fluctuations could cause this.
But time was running out.
The entire Death Guard fleet was busy undergoing pre-battle modifications, reinforcing defenses, modifying engines, with meticulous tasks cascading down from the legion's leadership.
The Death Guard was already lurking above their prey.
In the Galaspas star sector, the massive star cluster defenses lay dormant.
As they neared the Galaspas star sector, Calas Typhon began hearing strange whispers.
He blinked uneasily, instinct telling him it was a psychic issue.
But past events had broken his relationship with the Death Guard's think tank, the Morticians.
Reluctantly, Calas tried to move to the area where the Untouchables were stationed.
Those Untouchables hadn't been trained yet. Their soulless presence made others uncomfortable, so Mortarion planned to leave this task to Hades.
Though it was uncomfortable, it did weaken the whispers.
Reluctantly, Calas thought, if Hades were here, maybe he could help.
Calas Typhon sat in a dim corner of the Untouchables' area, quietly awaiting his fate.
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