"Was that... the former God of Plagues?"
The young crewman spoke, then added another sentence, his words filled with undisguised awe.
The lights swept across the endless Abyss, faintly revealing a massive, terrifying shadow within. It seemed far larger than a planet.
In front of the nearly two-kilometer-long Imperial transport ship, it was smaller than an ant!
Among the various sanitation fleets, a legend had always circulated: The enormous shadow in this Abyssal Pit, used to bury the Galaxy's Warp waste, was Nurgle, defeated by the Great Savior—the God of Plagues who had once run rampant across the Galaxy.
As humanity grew stronger, the traces of the Chaos Gods and Daemons had vanished from the Galaxy's reality more than a century ago. Thus, the young people of the Imperium did not fear these so-called Dark Gods.
They were defeated by the Great Savior and were about to become history. They received little publicity, either.
Humanity's true enemy was the endless swarm from beyond the Galaxy—the Great Devourer.
Still, the one imprisoned here was, after all, a god of the Warp, and people remained curious.
Especially for this young crewman, seeing a god's shadow with his own eyes was tremendously exciting. He wanted to see its true form.
"God of Plagues Nurgle.
"That was a terrifying creature. It once destroyed many human worlds, bringing terrible plagues. Starving people fell everywhere, like wheat before a sickle."
The captain gazed at the enormous shadow. His electronic eye suddenly brightened, while the only eye he had left could not help revealing a trace of fear.
He was nearly two hundred years old—old enough.
When his parents had followed an engineering team to a frontier star region to provide disaster relief, they had given birth to him. Thus, he had personally witnessed the terror of