In Ron's vision, a cluster of stars twisted into the colors of abomination. Faint cries of despair could be heard, and one terrifying phantom after another swept past.
That was a reflection from the Warp, long since beyond any normal range. Even the Eye of Terror did not possess such extreme chaotic energy.
Under the surging Chaos energy, all the Blackstone Mechanical Facilities were under no small amount of pressure, humming and vibrating.
It made Ron worry despite himself.
Those machines were bearing the impact of the Warp. Once they failed to hold, the consequences would be unthinkable!
"What's the status of the Blackstone Force Field? What level of impact can we withstand at most?"
Ron turned his head and asked.
"By the Father of Machines.
"The Machine Spirits of the Blackstone facilities remain stable. Overall, they have not slipped out of control and can continue supporting the colonial planet projection mission.
"Following your instructions, we designed redundancy more than three times beyond the norm. They can withstand at least ten even stronger impacts.
"Moreover, we still have backup Blackstone Fortresses that have yet to be activated, prepared for further potential Chaos impacts."
The Space Archmagos answered. He continuously projected new data into midair to verify his point.
"If all the data is accurate, the Chaos Gods have absolutely no chance of breaking through The Veil and affecting our Colonial Launch Zone."
Perturabo ran some calculations. The cables at the back of his head hummed, and he gave a relatively optimistic answer.
The force-field strength of this Colonial Launch Zone could handle several Cadia-level Chaos outbreaks. Even if the Chaos Gods were stronger, they had no way to destroy it in a short time.
"Sure enough, it still comes down to throwing money at the problem. Otherwise, those Blackstone facilities