Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 553: Crossing the Rift 1 Warning

Rebos suddenly came to his senses and subconsciously wiped the tip of his nose, even though he had no sweat glands.

"It's you..."

"Is it still about the abortion incident?"

Looking at the beautiful woman with white hair, the black shell cannot hide the excellence of her figure, and the scars on her face cannot conceal the beauty of her face.

Ribos manipulated the cable tentacles to connect to the central control platform, directly conveying messages to others and determining navigation conditions through electronic signals in his brain.

"We jumped out of the subspace ahead of time, is it because we have reached our destination?"

When Caroline saw that the other party did not reply, she was sure that it was because of this reason.

Since all the Inquisitors were killed and all the enemy ships were destroyed, Rebos led two ships towards the Dark Side of the Empire.

The nearest passage to them was an area called the Nachmond Corridor, the only area nearby where the warp storms that ran through the Great Rift had subsided.

Not enough, Rebos did not try to pass through there. Their identities were already wanted, and the traditional form would inevitably lead to the Inquisition's attention.

In addition, the area is heavily guarded. Once discovered by the enemy's spies, they will surely be surrounded and arrested.

So he made a risky decision, leading the black ship and the Sacred Reason to force his way through the rift zone.

It was a tough journey, and the four-month journey was a test for both the mind and the body.

The chaos that broke out was so great that even Pope Ian, who was usually known for his confidence, showed obvious hesitation.

Especially that time, the storm in the Warp almost overturned the Holy Sanity, and the power of Chaos infected every corner of the ship.

While a large number of crew members mutated and rebelled, Sister Stica and other pregnant women began to give birth at the same time.

It was an unprecedented disaster, and the birth of a baby on the ship represented a precious treasure.

But unfortunately, the baby who burst into howling at the same time became the property of the subspace.

Ian ordered the eradication of all aborted babies, and those infected pregnant women had no chance of survival.

If Stica had not been a combat nun for many years, even she would have died at the hands of the guards led by Benson.

This incident had a very serious impact on both ships. The chaotic internal personnel structure made the response to emergencies too slow, and they are now in urgent need of real sailors to supplement their manpower.

"The turbulence in the warp suddenly increased, and the Geller field of the Divine Reason could not withstand a storm of this level.

Therefore, I could only control two ships to jump out of the warp space. Although we did not reach the destination I wanted, we did break through the range of the Great Rift. "

Caroline breathed a sigh of relief. At least this was good news.

"Don't be too tired. The Emperor said that one more hour of rest is even more important than killing one more enemy."

Rebos nodded slightly. He was indeed tired. Even though he could adjust the discharge efficiency of the central control nerve area and operate it at low power, the long period of intense travel still made him exhausted.

"I'm going to rest for four hours. The message has been sent to the think tank."

Caroline nodded and made way, and Rebos retracted a dozen mechanical cables, rubbed his stiff neck, and walked towards his room.

But just as he walked out of the control room, Benson came up quickly from the opposite side, waving his hand and saying:

"The busy man finally came out. Pope Ian wants to discuss something with you. Do you have time to go over?"

Rebos's eyeballs suddenly felt swollen and painful, and an inexplicable feeling of dizziness came over him.

He wanted to activate the spirit-exorcising force field immediately, but the long period of operation had already stretched his body to its limit.

Then, he fell to his knees with a plop, startling the two men. Benson was nearby, so he quickly stepped forward to help him.

But the moment he touched Rebos's body, a black mist floated out and flowed directly into his eyes.

Benson stiffened at that moment, fell on Rebs and passed out.

Caroline was horrified and immediately stepped forward to pull the two apart. She released her negative psychic power and slapped Benson in the face to wake him up.

"what happened?!"

"Fuck...Fuck...it's...it's okay. What I saw...was the time when he comforted me in the past..." Benson stuttered, seeming a little confused.

Caroline looked at Lin Heng on the ground in confusion, wondering if this guy knew how to comfort others?

"Don't talk for now, help me lift him up."

As Caroline approached, Rebos' body no longer dimmed. The influence of the subspace made her feel uneasy. She just hoped that the other party was just trapped in some kind of memory recollection.

Soon, the medical sister, pharmacist Morton and technical sergeant Dean rushed over.

While everyone was trying to find out the reason, Caroline pulled Benson aside and asked:

"What does he mean by comforting you?"

"You didn't know? That's right, after all, you were all with Stika at the time..."

Benson began to tell the story. After the abortion incident, Rebos fell into a kind of silence.

Everyone was sad at the time and did not notice the difference in this person's state.

Rebos looked at the dead baby that was not yet fully formed in his hands, and was immersed in this sad atmosphere for no reason.

He tried hard to regulate the electrical charge increase in the emotion processing area of his brain, but for the first time, his body was out of control.

He felt a contraction inside him, a feeling that was not pleasant... one that made him let out a long sigh that he had never done before.

Benson couldn't stand the melting flesh, and cried with his face covered, which made Stika even more upset.

“It’s obvious that your testicles are of poor quality, otherwise the child wouldn’t be so easily affected.

Don't cry to your mother. Just have another child. From now on until you get pregnant, quit smoking and drinking, and double your physical training.

Come on, stop crying in front of me and get out with your soldiers."

This made Benson feel extremely sad, and he immediately ran out.

Rebos looked at the other person's back, and after a moment of silence, he followed him out. After walking a few steps, he saw Benson crying with his hands covering his mouth at the stairs leading to the lower deck.

He didn't know how to explain it, but at this moment he always wanted to say something.

"Um?!"

Benson was startled when he heard someone approaching and suddenly put his hand on his shoulder, especially when it was the cold-faced Rebs.

"Huh... Damn it, is God good or bad to me? Is this... Is this a test from the Emperor of God?"

Rebos could clearly see Benson's rapidly beating heart and could calculate the increase in his oxygen consumption at this moment.

You can see the powerful contractions of muscle fibers and receive high-speed impulses of nerve signals.

But he could not see through the shadow, the true self behind the empty and fixed thing called soul.

"The birth of a child is a miracle, but the difficulties we face make it impossible for us to welcome this beauty...

Life and death are the norm..Matters can change..but..but..your emotions..you..your love will never change. "

Benson's eyes were red and his mouth was wide open. He stood up and pulled Rebs into a bear hug, then burst into tears.

"Fuck... I really... didn't expect you to say something so profound...

Although... I don't understand... what you are saying... but thank you... We should have been mentally prepared from the beginning..."

Although Benson still wanted to find some comfort from this brother with whom he had an unharmonious relationship.

But Rebos seemed to have run out of energy, or reached his limit, and turned his head and walked away crookedly.

After hearing this story from a few months ago, Caroline began to find Lin Heng a little hard to understand. He had changed a lot from when she first met him.

"I never thought he could say such philosophical words."

Benson sighed and nodded. He saw a figure appear in his peripheral vision, turned around and nodded immediately:

"His Holiness the Pope."

"Ian Pope."

"How's it going?"

Ian, with a very thin face, came behind the crowd and looked at Rebos lying on the hospital bed for the first time. He actually sighed for a moment.

"All of you go down. I'm afraid Lord Rebos is exhausted from all the stress and energy. Let me pray for him."

"Then I'll go with you."

Caroline wanted to help, but Ian shook his head and said he was fine on his own.

"Sister Grave has just woken up. You can go and take a look."

Caroline was shocked and immediately nodded and led the nuns to leave quickly, leaving Ian and Rebos alone in the quiet ward.

Ian straightened his clothes, then knelt down on his knees and began to pray.

He prayed to the God-Emperor over and over again, hoping that He would bless the great warrior under his seat.

Amid these sincere words of blessing, Ian was also constantly reflecting on the sins he had committed.

During this journey through the subspace, it was not only the descendants of Sister Stica who were seriously polluted.

The alienation experienced by the civilians on the lower decks was even more severe.

This meant that none of the hundreds of babies born in the past few months were able to open their eyes and see the divine power of the God-Emperor.

For the sake of his health and holiness, he had to learn from his mistakes and open the incinerator to burn all the children.

He also had to appease the parents' near-faith, warn other civilians of their hatred, and guide the crew's views on them.

The hundreds of thousands of civilians he took away from the galaxy did so because they trusted him and the God-Emperor behind him.

These people will be trained to become engine operators. There are a large number of positions on the black ships and missionary ships waiting to be filled, and the young people among them will become warriors through Benson's training.

The beautiful vision made them willing to work harder and harder, but the journey in the subspace almost destroyed this beauty.

He preached day and night, expressing that these children were going to see the God-Emperor.

After saying this, he fell seriously ill. This deception really made him feel very painful.

Today he finally had the opportunity to express it, to express his doubts about the Divine Emperor, and to express his doubts about his own self-awareness.

"You can do a small operation. Many officers and judges will do this. They will remove about 0.15 grams of tissue from the hypothalamus of the cerebral cortex. Your spirit and mentality will remain infinitely stable."

Ian looked up and found that Rilos had woken up and was looking at him calmly.

He felt a little ashamed, but he knew that he came here to warn himself.

"Sir Rebos. If I were a combatant, such an operation would indeed be necessary.

However, I am a missionary spreading the gospel of the God-Emperor, and only emotions from the heart can comfort the desperate people.

The reason why quiet prayers bring such overwhelming power is not because there is magic in the words.

It's the people's trust in the Emperor. I am just a soldier who protects this trust, but I cannot be a merciless killer."

Listening to Ian's words, Rebos was a little absent-minded. He didn't want to recall the information that was difficult for him to process.

It was a pity that those memories haunted him like a thorn in his flesh.

"But your mentality is the most suitable for surviving in this crisis-ridden galaxy, but this is not just a game of back and forth.

That's not a human being, that's a colder tool. I don't want to be a tool...or rather, I don't want to be a machine without warmth.

Rebos clenched his fists. There was no heat gathering in the center of his palms. He was in exactly the same situation as Ian described.

"I...don't want to..."

"what did you say?"

Rebos shook his head and said, "The warp voyage consumed too much material, especially the food reserves are almost exhausted.

I have already informed the Zakli Think Tank and the route has been set. We need to land on the planet to collect the property."

"collection.."

Ian lowered his head and said nothing. Planets that were not on the dark side were easier to deal with, far away from the light of the Astronomican.

Every person has his value. Even if the Emperor of God is used as an excuse, the planetary governors may not let him go.

Of course, the Astartes have more face. Which governor doesn't want to be on good terms with the Angel Legion?

What's more, Lord Rebos is also here, and this black ship is the most effective symbol.

"Well, the ship does need more professional personnel. I will be responsible for this."

By the way, Sister Grave just woke up. I have sent Caroline over. She is still a little distracted and her reaction is very weak. "

Ian cares a lot about Grave, not just because of her identity as a Sister of Silence.

On the other hand, if the other party is really being persecuted by Ryza, then he can form an alliance with the other party to fight against the oppression of the Mechanicus and the Inquisition.

An organization like the Sisters of Silence, which has direct ties with the royal court, will certainly not abandon any of its members.

"I'll go check it out when I have time."

"Excuse me, Lord Rebos..."

Just as the two were discussing issues such as the number of personnel, Rebos's receiver received information from the Zakli Think Tank.

The holographic projection showed that Zachli told both the good and bad news without any hesitation.

"The Hive World has enough supplies for our subsequent voyages, but it is currently being invaded by the Dark Eldar."