Chapter 756 Relics

The huge mixed masses floating in space will enter and exit the warp at irregular intervals. The task of tracking and locking the hulks is considered impossible by the Mechanicus.

The Empire has a standard order for dealing with hulks: investigate them and report their location.

The hulks contain ships and thousands of years of technology. The Mechanicus will swarm in like flies smelling a scent, lock the useful structures in the hulks with locators, and then use surgical-level bombing and cutting to strip the hulks.

Some of the Empire's warships were stripped from hulks. The adamantine keels of powerful battleships have been new for a long time. After being dismantled, they are towed to the forge world by other warships. After being repaired and blessed for a hundred years, they serve the Empire again.

But in most cases, the appearance of a space hulk often means the occurrence of some kind of disaster.

Some space hulks are quite famous. They enter and exit the warp randomly, sowing the seeds of filth everywhere in the universe.

But this wreck has no filthy seeds. The aliens living inside have been cleaned up by the friends of the spectators in advance, and this will become a quiet venue for their conversation.

"God of All Machines!" A priest shouted excitedly. He did not see any living creatures in the auspicious array.

"It's incredible. But who can say that this is impossible?" Derenya recorded what he saw this time to enrich his knowledge.

The Space Wolves did not speak. They remained vigilant. In the long battle, they had seen too many strange scenes where the auspicious instruments were all normal, but their comrades died one after another.

If there is anything that is trustworthy, it is only the weapons in your hands and the belief in the Emperor.

Kaiser White Fang clenched the handle of the Frost Battle Axe. He thought of Lin Fan's face and the Human Titanium Alliance built in the Far East Star Region.

I really don't know what kind of surprise will come when we meet next time.

The dripping sound aroused a new round of excitement among the Mechanic Priests. Even Derenya, who was known for his calmness, saw precious technological relics in the locator's scan.

"Look at what this is! A ship keel! From this length-to-width ratio, we can infer the scale. God of All Machines! This warship is at least 20 kilometers long!"

"Praise God of All Machines!" Derenya smiled. This technological discovery will allow him to climb a few more levels in the Mechanic Order, and he will also have resources for better mechanical transformation.

The bystander separated from Kaiser White Fang's body, and he passed through the obstacles and came to a closed space completely isolated by the ruins.

Even if the Imperial warships bombarded with nova cannons, they could not penetrate the extremely thick obstacles outside the space.

An ancient altar, worshiping not anyone in the subspace, but directly pointing to the Deceiver himself.

In the distance, the messy ruins formed the outline of the Trickster, and then a laugh came, "Oh, my dear friend, you are finally freed from their prison!"

"You bastard!" The onlooker had no good temper with the Trickster, "It is because you drove the Outer Ones crazy that I stayed in prison for so long!"

"Oh my good friend, don't say that. This can't all be blamed on me. The God of Laughter also made a lot of efforts. I am only half responsible."

"I am not in the mood to talk to you about this. Give me my reward!" The onlooker spit on the Trickster.

"Okay, okay, don't worry." The Trickster asked his believers to perform the ritual, and a palm-sized subspace rift quietly opened, spitting out a stone Ouroboros.

"This is the Chaos Artifact that can open the invisible waste abyss in a directional manner. Do you really want to go?"

"Of course, this is the fundamental meaning of my existence." The onlooker did not care about the Trickster's advice and directly activated the Ouroboros.

The Ouroboros in the fraudster's hand disappeared with the onlooker. Before leaving, the onlooker did not forget to express his disdain for the fraudster in his own way.

From ancient times to the present, the contempt culture produced by all races and civilizations has been compressed together, and then slammed hard on the fraudster.

Now the onlooker is in the invisible waste abyss, a deadly place that even demons are unwilling to approach. The breath of death is like substance, twisting and clamoring in the collapse and destruction of ancient debris.

The onlooker feels comfortable. He relies on the Ouroboros to sink into the depths of the invisible waste abyss and explores and records in the destroyed civilization.

The once glorious and great universe is left with only these empty reflections. Even if it is preserved by the special nature of the subspace, it cannot escape the fate of slow collapse.

The onlooker is happy to recall the wonderful experience of the past, and is sad that these histories have turned into dust.

Alas.

With a long sigh, the onlooker turned the debris of a civilization into a book in his hand.

The noise coming from the edge of the Invisible Abyss upset the onlooker. He came out of the simple nest he had just built and found that the Dark Mechanicus was mining the Invisible Abyss.

They didn't care about the precious relics of civilization at all. Perhaps in the eyes of these barbarians, the remains of civilization were just a resource like oil.

The onlooker was very angry. He came to the edge of the Invisible Abyss and warned them.

A simple information bombardment caused the brains of millions of slaves to disintegrate, and the Chaos Space Marines responsible for security responded quickly.

"What kind of demon is it? Haven't we cleared this area?" The confused voice of the Chaos Space Marines was heard by the onlookers. These low-level lives who only relied on intuition and naked eyes to observe things were completely unable to catch the figure of the onlookers.

But the Warp Demons can.

The Dark Mechanicus awakened the demons of the Cogitator Array, and these demons kept quiet in tacit agreement when they sensed a Star God wandering around them.

You should be sensible.

Kalbohar watched his subordinates die in batches, and those Chaos warbands hired through arms ran around like headless flies.

"You should fulfill your obligations as allies."

"Alas. I really don't want to compete with that thing." The Lord of Change got up reluctantly, and he assigned this job to a changeling.

"Me? My lord?" The changeling shuddered in fear, "Why me? I didn't do anything wrong!"

"You didn't make any mistakes, but you have medical insurance. Those with medical insurance go first." The Lord of Change said lightly, and then sent the changeling to the onlookers with a whirlwind.

The changeling who could stir up blood and gore in the mortal world was like a frightened chicken in front of the onlookers. He spoke tremblingly, using the ancient language of the necromancer to call on the onlookers to attract their attention.