Chapter 30 30, Expedition Begins

The great expedition finally ushered in the day of departure.

The majestic Heart Fire was suspended in the outer orbit.

Dukel walked out of the temple, and the Astra Militarum along the way isolated a road to the interstellar port for him.

"We will win!"

"We will win!"

"We will win!"

Everyone was cheering. In their minds, the image of the Primarch was like the god of war, and he would lead them to victory.

Humans were extremely eager for victory and hoped that this expedition would allow them to bathe in glory again.

In the excited shouting, everyone seemed to have returned to the golden age when all races would submit to humans.

In the great era created by the Emperor and the Primarch, no human would live in a world of suffering anymore.

There was a special group of spectators in the ceremony.

They were the powerful families purged by Dukel. Because of this iron-blooded purge, they lost their rights and families.

Originally, they came here with hatred and cursed this expedition.

But at this moment, amid the cheers of the people, they were silent.

Any vicious curse is so difficult to say at this moment.

They hate the resurrected Primarch because he took away everything that belonged to them.

But now they look at each other's majestic body, and for some reason they are so respectful, eager to follow each other, and eager to let their wandering souls rest in peace during the expedition.

With the return of the Primarch, a new era has begun, and the fight between humans, chaos and aliens continues.

The glory of the Empire will surely splash across the galaxy again, and everyone who participates in the process of this era will be remembered forever.

Under the general trend, they are still arguing about the lost rights.

Some leaders of the knight families bowed their heads in shame.

The foolish years have corroded the oaths of their ancestors and their original intentions.

The ancient oath to fight for humanity has been revived today.

They swore again that they would fight for humanity until the last moment.

Amid cheers, they swallowed the vicious curse and carefully left the crowd.

They will follow this great expedition, even if they sacrifice their lives for it, they will not retreat at all.

Amid the cheers of the people, a huge fleet composed of countless warships officially set sail, with tens of millions of engines lit up like stars, and the roar of the tail flame swept across the star sea void.

After receiving the message received by the astropath, the first stop of this expedition has a very clear target.

The edge of the Storm Star Region, the Nanlis Galaxy.

When the fleet entered the subspace, the boundless sea of ​​souls boiled in an instant.

The oscillating subspace tides, like waves of unmatched waves, one after another, in such a turbulent environment, the human fleet will be lost if it is not careful, and completely fall into the waves of this sea of ​​souls.

If it were in the past, the human fleet would only rely on the help of the navigator to find the nearest real node and make the shortest distance subspace jump in the face of such a situation.

The warship dared not stop for a moment and rushed forward, trying to crash into the relatively safe physical universe before the nightmare came.

But even so, many fleets will disappear and stay in the warp forever.

Dukel stood on the deck of the Heart Fire, looking at the bizarre scene in front of him. Under such violent shocks, even psychic communication will become extremely unstable.

He issued an order in the heart net, with tens of thousands of heart net members scattered throughout the fleet as nodes, and the invisible translucent force field enveloped the entire fleet.

Under the heart matrix, the raging tide of the warp was like a breeze.

With the blessing of the force field, the fleet was like an unshakable stone, riding the wind and waves in the sea of ​​souls.

No more danger of capsizing.

This scene, like a miracle, instantly firmed up everyone's uneasy hearts.

Shuttled through the warp without danger, Dukel summoned the astropaths, did his best to brush away the fog of the sea of ​​souls, and captured every piece of information about the current situation of the empire as much as possible.

Most of the information fragments were chaotic and noisy, and difficult to distinguish.

Even the few understandable messages showed a desperate scene.

As the expedition went deeper, more and more messages were captured by the astropaths.

These messages gave Duker a clear understanding of the current miserable situation of the empire.

Supernatural disasters occurred frequently in various galaxies, chaos invaded, demons were rampant, and the wailing of humans was everywhere in the sea of ​​souls.

Mutants and psykers grew explosively at an unprecedented rate.

In various horrific natural disasters, betrayal was everywhere.

The loyal servants of the empire turned into screaming cultists and wreaked havoc, the alien legions exterminated many worlds, and the demons invaded in large numbers.

Human traitors wandered on the edge of the empire, and countless worlds of the empire were poisoned by war.

The star fortresses weakly called for reinforcements that could not appear, and the indestructible barriers had been invaded by the power of chaos.

The materialized nightmares competed to prey on the guardians of the empire, enjoying their desperate cries.

The fleets and supply lines loyal to the Empire heard endless cries for help, which gradually died down like the roar of war, leaving only a dead world.

The warriors who rushed around trying to save the human empire despairedly discovered that every time the warships jumped, they were several light years away from their destination.

Countless hungry eyes are eager to taste the human souls in despair.

During the warp voyage, the only information Duker could receive was despair, endless despair.

People struggling in suffering thought of the legendary ancient long night, the ancient era when humans had no hope.

They prayed day and night for the Emperor's salvation, and finally died painfully in prayer.

These messages ignited the anger of the expedition.

Countless compatriots were ruthlessly ravaged and died in pain.

The warriors clenched their weapons, waiting for the moment to reach the target star with burning eyes. They vowed to make all heretics and aliens tremble in the anger of humans.

The edge of the Storm Star Region, the Nanlis Galaxy.

The extremely terrible massacre spread across many worlds in this galaxy.

The cruel and tyrannical Khorne believers were raging mercilessly.

They have completely occupied the control of these worlds and turned them into lost worlds sacrificed to chaos. Under the tyrannical massacre, humans can only hide in dark corners and survive.

There was once a legion of Ultramarines stationed here.

But since the opening of the Great Rift, the endless invasion of Chaos forces and the rebellion of human heretics, after a long struggle, the Iron Fortress completely fell, and countless warriors were slaughtered.

The Space Marines whose bodies were pierced and hung on the city walls roared in anger and weakness.

Their remains were hung on the steel city walls, their eyelids were cut off, their tongues were gouged out, and their lips were torn off.

They could only watch their former comrades being slaughtered one after another.

Unable to resist, unable to close their eyes, unable to spit, unable to insult.

They could only express their anger with hysterical roars.