If the armored convoy's initial pace had been like driving through city streets late at night, then now it was like rush hour. The lower deck was covered in a slippery, seaweed-like substance that looked like some kind of organic grease. If not for the Assault Tanks ahead cutting and shoveling aside the thick layer on the lower deck as though clearing asphalt, the tracks of the vehicles behind would very likely have slipped.
These tracks had been designed with every possible environment in mind. Even the softest mud on Earth could not trap an Armored Personnel Carrier fitted with such tracks and a matching engine. Though they moved slowly, the armored convoy continued steadily in the right direction. The Emperor had placed the command vehicle behind the Assault Tanks, guiding them like a navigator from the Age of Sail. The psychic radiance He emitted guided the combatants on both the Material Universe and the Sea of Aether, allowing those gifted in two different ways to see Him clearly. Whether Gene-modded Warriors or Arcanists, all could see Him, and this gave the Mortal Soldiers of the First Secret Regiment an immense sense of security.
Though they were elite soldiers recruited and trained by the Emperor and the Regent from all over the world, they were still mortals. The horrific sights on the deepest decks of the Attilan Star Fortress's core could not fail to weigh on their minds. Especially the faint tremors, like earthquakes, spreading upward along the core support structures of the Attilan Star Fortress, along with the terrifying, indescribable howls that sent chills down their spines. It was as if a war was being fought in the lightless depths. For mortals, the fear of the unknown was pressure almost impossible to bear.
Two similar colossal beasts crashed together,