Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

In the Asian space, time is very uncertain. No one knows how long the reality universe has passed when he returns, because there is no concept of time in the Asian space.

All watches are not stopped at the moment when they advance to the sub -space, or the pointer has a strange reversal, a large jet lag, and the time law of the real universe cannot be used.

Even the head and stern will have a few hours of time difference.

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In order to facilitate management, people will use an ancient timing method to calibrate the entire ship Asian space to sail one by one.

It was hung beside the ship's clock in front of the captain's command of the captain. The capacity of the hourglass capacity on one side was half an hour. Every half an hour, the armed sailor would turn it around and record the time of the next unit.

The brass sand drain driven by the roll is suspended under the bridge dome, and every gram of quartz sand is engraved with new prayers on the surface of the fine gold frame.

In this way, the Human Empire calculated how long the warships drifted in the Asian space.

Then the sailors will ring the ship's clock. Each reincarnation will increase the number of knocks for the ship in addition to the uniform time, pass the sound, spread throughout the ship as the only standard time for the entire ship.

But it still does not change, and the concept of time does not exist in the sub -space.

As if everything has fallen into eternal stagnation, the situation gradually deteriorates in such a stagnation, which is the most terrible.

"Emperor, please guide us!" The pilot opened his arms in the pilot tower and shouted with a hoarse voice.

"What is the situation?" Huo Leixiao asked the military officer of the Ministry of Law. They are specialists representing the Imperial Navy dedicated to communicating with the pilot family.

The officer shook his head, "The situation is not very good. The turbulence of this sub -space is too violent. The epic is like being in a vortex. Each time the pilot captures the light of a little star, it will disappear soon.

Such a current flow may cause us to be difficult to get away from it and be rushed to the unknown side of the distant or even endless. "

"We have to try to get off. The epic Gelleli field and the Asian space engine have not been fully tested.

God's Fu believes that a short -distance jump is controllable, but long -range is likely to have problems. "

"Understand the captain. May the emperor bless us.

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Huo Leixiao nodded, walked towards the corridor, and the soft vine fog floating in the corridor. Each step was stepped out of his boots, and then he was restored after his feet.

A bloody scarlet liquid is attached to the gray -black and cold wall, which is the product of the sub -space power after saving in the ship.

As long as there is no tentacle, then everything is not a big problem.

But with this power, the unknown whispering has been challenging the limits of human rationality.

The eyes of the mariners were full of blood, and they were alerting the strange movements around them nervously.

They must use their will to fight the sounds that do not around the ears all the time, and maintain a high degree of alertness at all times.

This is not easy. Huo Xiao set the duty as one position for three hours, so that they could have a full rest.

Seeing the captain, he relieved them. They saluted with guns.

"Is there any situation?"

"No, captain, everything is normal."

"Hard work." He nodded and walked through a sediment rest.

The sailor in the lounge sat tiredly, and the firearms with bayonet were simply set up into a bunch.

They gathered a strange phenomenon in the recent epic.

"Ghost mist is getting stronger and stronger. I used to be tireless, because the tireless number was a war cruiser,

Its space is large enough, so I haven't felt the mist so strong yet. "

"Based on the experience of the tireless number before, when the ghost fog is thicker, the crew will have terrible mutations."

"Have you seen it?"

"When I used to be tireless, the station area was at the junction of the BP-8 middle and lower deck. I have seen that the emperor is on the top. That is the most terrible scene I have seen in my life. Human's head broke out, turning them into a mob. "

"May the emperor bless us and bless us from the endless heaven as soon as possible."

"Keep quiet. If you feel that you can't finish it, I will consider adding an hour's standing time." Chinese scholars interrupted them and asked them to shut up.

The conversation was interrupted like this.

Huo Lexiao continued to go forward and walked to the conservation cabin. The nearby scarlet mist was like the witch old Ji in a fairy tale story. After the force, as if he was acupuncture, he shrank backwards.

Under the careful care of nuns, Fali recovered its ability to move at a unexpected speed.

For more than a month on the boat, she was able to walk down.

"Maybe you should rest for a while." Huo Lexiao said, Fali, who was linked to the military supervisor's uniform buttons.

"The maternity leave is over, the captain." She put on her big brim hat: "The epic is in the chaos in the high sky, she needs me."

"The pilot has not found the route to get rid of the current. We tried randomly, but this turbulence is too large. No matter which direction is, the epic is still in its control."

(Dangerous and abnormal sub -spaces are chaotic)

If Horatio were asked to describe what it was like to be in the turbulence of the warp.

He would definitely say that it was like a submarine lurking under the sea a hundred meters deep, with terrible dull sounds coming from outside the hull, and no gorgeous scenery from the Milky Way can be seen. Every day when you open your eyes, you can only see the gray-black bulkheads, shields, and gray isolation steel curtains.

Whether it is the battleships, cruisers, or small craft of the Imperial Navy, life in such a high-pressure environment is always extremely dull and depressing, just like a "void submarine".

It is monotonous, extremely depressing, and oppressive, as if you are imprisoned in the solidity of steel and adamantine and will never be free.

Moreover, as a torpedo attack ship, the torpedoes occupy most of the space in the ship, which is narrow and closed, making the already difficult life like a void submarine even more psychologically uncomfortable. The Mechanicus never considered the psychological benefits of the crew when designing these warships. They can treat naval officers as human beings and carefully design the officers' living areas.

This forced Horatio to open the rest area for the reserve officers to entertain and relax the crew, so as to relieve the general depression among the crew, and also improve the richness of food rations.

However, in the subspace, although people also need to eat, it is different from the physical universe after all, so the warships at this time have a unique rationing system, and are highly dependent on the self-sustaining and recycling equipment on the ship.

This is also the reason why any warship that can sail in the subspace of the Empire will not be less than 1 kilometer. Without a complete set of self-sustaining systems, the ship will soon get lost in the subspace.

The reason is not that the exit of the rift cannot be found, but the serious shortage of resources in the ship caused chaos and cannibalism, and finally the entire warship was completely buried in the dark clouds of the subspace.

The ship counted "third month".

A young crew member recruited from the Abyss Port shrugged his head, his whites of his eyes were full of bloodshot, and his thick mouth with dry corners and cracked corners was weakly open and followed the workers of the bad shift to leave the post.

Weird whispers kept lingering in his ears, even when he was lying in a hammock, the whispers would not let him go.

Finally, in the accumulated fatigue and trance.

"Hey! Be careful! This is the Geller force field! What are you doing!" The young crew member heard the boatswain's shout and came to his senses, and the wrench in his hand fell to the ground.

He was sent to check the pipeline, but he didn't know what was going on, and he was using a wrench to unscrew the nut of the pressure relief pipeline.

"Hold—Hold."

"Why are you like a lost soul? Is this how you serve the Imperial Navy so carelessly?!" The boatswain picked up the wrench and hit him on the head: "I warn you, if there is a next time, I will not let you go."

"Yes—Yes, boatswain." The thin young member trembled and left as lost as when he came.

The boatswain looked at his back, shook his head helplessly and sighed.