Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

Mephiston, the director of the Blood Angels Librarian, immediately carried out the order from the Gene Father.

A stream of psychic energy is projected from the body of this powerful psyker, directly across time, across the chaotic astronomical scale of the subspace, which may stretch for trillions of light years or only a few meters away. The projection of psychic energy even creates waves in the subspace. , some evil creatures that coveted the soul of this powerful human psyker were driven back by the psychic waves.

In terms of using psychic powers, Mephiston can even use psychic powers without interference in the shadow of the insect hive, and even use his psychic powers to fight against an army of bugs. He is the most powerful among human psykers. One, far more powerful than the Tigurias Think Tank of the Ultramarines.

Therefore, Mephiston deliberately guided his powerful psychic energy to avoid Tigurias's soul projection and went directly to find the most powerful psychic descendant of the Lion King of Caliban, Ezekiel.

But during the psychic transmission process, Mephiston suddenly felt that something was "invading" his brain.

Although it was an invasion, it made Mephiston feel goodwill. He did not immediately take countermeasures because he suspected that the well-intentioned psychic projection came from Ezekiel.

Then in the vast black and white space that appeared out of thin air in front of him, Mephiston saw the figure of an Eldar person.

The Spirit Tribe man held the scepter and held the helmet in his free hand, always with a confident and graceful smile on his face.

It was Eldrad Uslan, the former great prophet of the Eldar Usvi Arkworld.

"What do you intend to do by throwing such majestic spiritual energy into the main fleet?" Uslan seemed to have no words, and his voice directly echoed throughout the space and Mephiston's mind.

Mephiston remained silent.

He knew that the Eldar had also joined the war, siding with the humans.

He also knew that Uslan, as a person who was good at psychic energy in the main fleet, assumed the responsibility of psychic advisor.

However, Mephiston just couldn't trust this Eldar alien, so he chose not to tell Uslan anything, and there was no need to tell him, because if Uslan hadn't jumped out and intervened, he would have followed him by now. Ezekiel made contact.

"Answer me," Uslan repeated.

Mephiston raised his hand to dispel the illusion created by Uslan in front of him, and continued what he had just done.

Consciousness and psionic energy encounter the Black Stone.

This is what Mephiston has taken into consideration, because not only every ship in the main fleet is under the protection of the Black Stone, but also the branch fleets led by the angels and Chogoris Eagles.

The effectiveness of the black stone has not yet been turned to its maximum, lest this soul-isolating thing turn the entire fleet of crew members into zombies before the enemy does, so the psychic energy can still take effect within its range of action.

Mephiston stepped across the black stone and approached the main fleet. His eyes glanced at the planet below the main fleet.

He discovered that a terrifying war was going on up there, where humans were fighting against the demonic army composed of the Daemon Prince of Khorne, numerous Daemons, and countless Vampires.

Without probing or asking, Mephiston could guess who was leading the ground troops in the battle on Broome.

In such a battle, even if Guilliman and Lion were gone, they would still have to avoid the sharp edge when encountering so many demons.

"It seems that the time of the main fleet and the branch fleet is not synchronized."

Mephiston looked away from Bloom and focused on business.

When he had crossed the range of the black stone and thought that nothing would stop him, he suddenly found that his consciousness and spiritual power could not penetrate even half a step into the main fleet.

Psykers can see things that ordinary humans cannot.

An ordinary person would not be able to see this situation at all, but in Mephiston's eyes, the situation on the main fleet is not something that can be described as weird.

A blue storm covered the area where the main fleet was located.

Countless subspace malicious entities invade the main fleet every minute and every second, but they are all blocked by this blue storm.

Although there are black stone creations, those weak and malicious entities cannot approach the main fleet even half a step, but the strange blue storm of unknown origin plays the same role as the black stone.

Not only does it block malicious subspace entities, it even reduces the probability of supernatural events.

Mephiston couldn't take another half step forward no matter what. Everything in front of him was like a bucket of cold water poured on him, giving him a chill.

The catastrophe of the main fleet predicted by the Father of Genes, the catastrophe that may destroy the main fleet, may happen soon, or it may have already happened on the chaotic timeline in the Eye of Terror... He has obviously seen the main fleet. The fleet existed, but they couldn't get even half a step closer to notify them.

This sense of hopelessness and powerlessness is the most tormenting.

At this time, Mephiston racked his brains and finally came to a helpless conclusion: if he wanted to keep his consciousness and spiritual energy close to the main fleet, he must have someone in the fleet who could use him as a spiritual weapon. The energy medium items, with the psychic effect greatly weakened by the black stone, bypassed the blue storm that almost expanded to cover the planet and the main fleet.

After finally making the decision to send someone to the main fleet to report in person, Mephiston observed the strange storm of unknown origin, and then he discovered that he was not the only one intercepted by the storm.

At the edge of the storm, a golden torrent was sometimes rushing towards the storm, sometimes wrestling with the strong wind, looking for the weak points of the storm.

…

Inside the flagship.

Outside the medical bay.

Ryan personally came outside the cabin where Vanessa was located to check on the condition of the female psyker and the father who possessed her.

Every second, a needle of medicine is inserted into Vanessa's body, and then her body on the verge of destruction recovers together with the needle hole, then it is on the verge of destruction again, and then recovers again, and the cycle continues.

But if you don't think about Vanessa, just looking at Vanessa's closed eyes and her calm and slow breathing, she still looks quite peaceful.

"The Emperor has not made any revelations so far?" Ryan turned around and looked at the director of the Ultramarines Think Tank who was guarding the place.

Tigurias is responsible for guarding here instead of going to fight, because as a psyker, he needs to check the situation of the emperor guarding the fleet in real time. If the emperor makes any revelations or gives any warnings, then Tigurias Yas must report immediately.

"There is no revelation, Warmaster." Tigurias saluted respectfully, "All I can feel from the collection of weak wills of this lord of mankind is only peace and tranquility."

"Keep an eye on it, there is no room for mistakes here." Ryan pointed at the cabin, then quickly turned around and left.

He just took the time to come over and take a look at this extremely important place. There were still many things that he, the Warmaster, needed to do.

But before leaving, Ryan thought of someone else.

"Where is Guilliman?" Ryan stopped. "We were still discussing strategy before, but he found an excuse to leave and then disappeared?"

"Sleeping," Tigurias answered.

"Sleep? At this time?" Ryan's fist hardened.

But Lion then thought again, Guilliman had not rested since he woke up, and he had already planned everything he needed to plan in advance.

It’s okay to take a break.

However, Tigurias didn’t know what the Lion King was thinking. He defended his father: “He always said that he could feel that something close was nearby, and this sense of closeness made him feel peaceful and tired. So he went to rest to clear his mind and get rid of that strange feeling."

"Don't disturb him." Ryan turned and left.

"Don't go! Wake him up! Wake up Guilliman!"

The roar sounded behind Ryan, but neither Ryan nor Tigurias reacted because they couldn't hear the sound at all.

Within the chamber, the Emperor's will was trapped in the past and the future, with neither his voice nor anything he did reaching the "now."

It's like being cut off by glass.