The northeastern part of the galaxy, the northernmost edge of the Ghoul Stars.
Illusory dust seeped out from a special dimension of the Warp, distorting the surrounding spacetime and matter, building a long but thin corridor.
Spindle-shaped Hraf Web-ships lined up together and streamed out in succession.
Each ship looked both like cold metal and like flexible plastic.
They had no color at all, and under the light of the stars they reflected not the slightest gleam, as if they existed at the shortest wavelength of light.
On the bridge of the Starship, flagship of the 5th Legion, the Daemonology Psyker Santiago Bergkamp gazed into the void with deep eyes.
The black ships increased engine power and spread into formation.
Strands of tendrils extended from a supernatural dimension, emerging in the void of the real world.
They came howling in at the same instant, smashing against oval, multicolored force-field barriers.
Bang, bang, bang—
Ripples of color spread out, like fireworks blooming one after another.
Whoosh!
The existence of the Simian Field defended against Lady Hera's most important method of attack. If these had been ships from other legions, at least one-third of their ordinary crew would have launched a mutiny, causing considerable losses. More importantly, with their consciousness blocked outside the ships, they could not grasp the situation inside.
Space Apes were deploying Simian Fields on the warships of the 7th Legion, and only the small number of ships that had already completed deployment had joined the void battle.
As Santiago thought, almost at the same moment, all the tendrils pulled away and retreated.
Aether space has already seeped into reality. If they suffer harm in the real world, their true bodies will also be injured.1
As the veteran "Astrologer" Santiago pondered, he withdrew his gaze and traced lines across