Kaliush stared bloodshot-eyed at the Auspex array before him, piloting the assault craft at high speed toward the Emperor-class Battleship within the Star Navy Fleet.
Kaliush, the First Company Chaplain of the Carcharodons Chapter, had engaged in a fierce, gunpowder-laced argument with numerous company captains, chaplains, and Librarians. With his unyielding will and overwhelming desire for victory, he had ultimately secured the precious chance to pilot the assault craft.
This was no ordinary assault craft. It was Tyberos's personal ride! Whether in terms of its astonishing speed or every other aspect of its performance, it was exceptionally outstanding.
The assault craft could hurtle toward the distant Star Navy Fleet at a terrifying speed approaching that of light, like a bolt of lightning.
As the saying went, every gain came with a loss. Behind the assault craft's jaw-dropping speed lay a massive flaw—its extreme velocity surpassed the limits of visual reaction, making it difficult even for a formidable body like Kaliush's, one that had undergone extensive biological modification, to endure.
Only when he truly took control of the assault craft did he fully experience that overwhelming impact. His originally sharp eyes instantly turned red, and even shed crimson tears of blood.
Yet even under such crushing pressure, Kaliush's conviction did not waver in the slightest. He clenched his teeth and continually encouraged himself inwardly:
"Almost there, almost there! I'm about to close in on those damned heretics' flagship! As long as I can break into their warship, I can immediately activate the teleport beacon and summon the Chapter Master and all our battle-hardened veteran elites here, wiping out these damned heretics once and for all."
Whenever he thought of this, a fresh surge of strength rose through Kaliush's body, supporting him as he pressed onward. Even if he might die from