Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Hulk Escape, command room.

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This is a weird place.

Thick and dense spore corpses covered the entire room. These vigorous plants were dead. These white and yellow dots flew into the air, rising and falling as Fernando moved.

The console was covered with vines, and these thick vines covered the buttons and levers. Not far away, a human corpse was half sitting there, also wrapped in vines.

Even with his helmet on, Fernando could feel a strong rancid smell coming to his nostrils.

But these things in front of me are already dead. They are shriveled and yellow, and they do not show any signs of decay.

In other words, the source of the odor is something else.

"Increase concentration and activate low-level shield."

Fernando whispered into the helmet's communication channel, and then Jose behind him opened the psychic shield, and a dim white light enveloped them both.

This was a ruined ship discovered by a nearby Mechanicum exploration ship. After realizing that the ship's psychic fluctuations exceeded the standard, the cunning sage decisively applied for reinforcements from the nearby legion's think tank.

And the Dusk Raiders are right around here.

So, here they are now.

The results of the exploration will be divided with the legion. The mechanical sage took the Skitarii to the engine room and forced Fernando to send several think tanks to follow them.

According to the mechanical sage, when he discovered the ship, it was moving at a speed "unachievable in the physical world."

He beeped a lot more quickly and quietly at Fernando to demonstrate the importance of the engine room and how hard it took him to stop the ship, but as a think tank, Fernando didn't care about that.

The Legion gives them a mission, they carry it out, and that's that.

Compared with these, Fernando was more curious about why the psychic energy on this ship fluctuated so much.

The fluctuations in subspace cannot directly affect the physical universe. Certain conditions need to be met in order to weaken the barrier between subspace and the physical world.

This condition is that things in the physical world actively weaken this barrier.

Generally speaking, the use of psychic powers belongs to this process. They forcefully summon the power of the subspace to penetrate the barrier, slowly weakening the barrier.

Psychics can cause this phenomenon, or large-scale sacrifices, which use emotions to cause large fluctuations in people's souls, can also cause this phenomenon.

In addition, there are alien technologies, or things that are naturally formed in places where subspace and the physical universe are closely connected.

Fernando was more inclined to believe that this ship used alien technology, but the obviously abnormal scene in the command room told him that his judgment was not accurate.

Either there are psykers, or there has been a human sacrifice on this ship.

Fernando sensed it, put the bolt gun in hand, and walked toward the place where the psychic energy fluctuations were densest.

This is a corner of the command room, covered by dense spore corpses.

Behind him, Jose silently increased the strength of the psychic shield.

Fernando took a deep breath and used his spiritual energy to push away the spores.

A secret door appeared in front of them, with a symbol engraved on it——

Abstract hands are holding a star, and a vine wraps around the bottom of the two hands.

Very good, then it was most likely a human sacrifice.

Sensing that the psychic energy fluctuations on the other side of the door were at a level he could handle, Fernando drew his long sword.

The arc of psychic fire danced on the sword. Fernando did not hesitate and used the sword to break open the secret door.

The strong rancid smell hit my face instantly——

In the small dark room, the yellow-green soup accumulated to the height of the Space Marine's knees, with unknown white-yellow grease floating in it. The bottom of the liquid surface was already covered with shit-green ooze.

In the center of the room, on an altar made of piles of human flesh, flesh and fat, stood a squirming pile of flesh and blood.

Every time it squirmed, a stink that was more pungent than before spread throughout the space again.

The moment he entered the room, Fernando immediately activated the highest level of psychic shield, raised the explosive gun in his hand, and pointed it at the "creature".

You cannot fire directly. As a think tank, he knows that if you fire rashly without fully understanding the function of the altar, it may break the balance and release the spiritual energy accumulated inside.

And the psychic energy fluctuations in the room were three or four levels higher than what he had just perceived!

At the same time, the highest-level support orders and retreat orders were also faithfully transmitted to the think tank team in the engine room through the communication channel.

Jose behind Fernando looked at the pile of flesh and blood in surprise.

Is this a human being, a shaman being sacrificed?

However, seeing the two of them, the squirming frequency of the pile of flesh and blood accelerated, and something like an eye squeezed in the direction facing them.

"Hello."

it muttered.

Fernando's hair suddenly stood up. He was sure that he had never encountered such a strange scene before.

He wanted to retreat immediately with Jose, but his body seemed to be out of control, and the stench enveloped him. Fernando could only stand there blankly, looking at the strange thing.

"Nice to meet you, the weather is nice today."

A vertical crack opened in the pile of flesh and blood. As it opened and closed, its words became clearer.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot that you can't see the Great Garden yet, and you can't feel that the weather is nice now."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to irritate you."

As it opened, yellow-green soup flowed out of the "mouth" along with the extremely rotten minced meat.

"I am the Corruption, and the great and merciful Father sent me here to spread His mercy and destroy those who disturb His dreams."

"So I'm very happy to meet you. Meeting you proves that my plan is correct."

It muttered softly again.

Some flesh and blood began to peel off from it, falling into the soup under the altar, splashing some sticky dots.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I've been waiting for a long time. This altar can't hold it any longer."

"No, no, I'm not blaming those who built the altar for me. They are all good people. It's a pity that a loving father cannot take them all away."

The flesh and blood peeled off, revealing the rotten and gray core inside.

Its voice began to change its tone and became shrill--

"Anyway, it's like this. I'm happy to bring my father's love to you, but at the moment I can only bless one of you."

“Don’t worry, the Father loves you all and you have a place in His garden.”

The pile of flesh and blood collapsed quickly, and the thick soup that had been corrupted to the point of liquid slowly flowed down, stirring up a pool of rotten water.

"But except him."

The altar collapsed and there was deathly silence.

"ah!!!"

Jose's scream broke the stagnation. Fernando slowly turned his head and saw his comrade with rotten water pouring out of the gap in the power armor.

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