The black power of Warp condensed in front of Gungnir, like a torn wound slowly opening from the surface of Realspace.
The originally calm Void became distorted in that area, and the starlight was pulled into long and thin lines, like a candlelight viewed through the water, slowly rotating and collapsing.
The terrifying power of Warp is pouring out from the cracks, and everything around it, whether it is the floating hull wreckage, broken armor plates, or several Landing Craft that have lost power.
The moment it approached the vortex, it was silently shattered and turned into a spread of fine dust.
Everything around you is sucked into it.
The space in front of Gungnir seems to have turned into a throat of Black Hole, swallowing everything that tries to get close to it.
In Command Room, Alarm is no longer as rapid as before, but has become a continuous, low buzz, as if the entire weapon system has entered an irreversible breathing rhythm.
On the large monitor behind Utio, a huge Warp vortex is expanding slowly and accurately.
A clear aiming coordinate mark has been locked in the center of the screen. The outline of Terra is like a nailed bullseye, waiting for the bullet to fall.
"Already targeting Terra, Utio Fabricator-General." The voice of a Tech-Priest came out from Communications Channel, with programmed calmness.
Those data streams surged like a waterfall on Control Panel, with complex ballistic arcs and Warp energy readings filling every corner of the screen.
"The concentrated Warp power will be launched within a Terra time." Another voice added, there was no hesitation in the tone, only pure mechanical confirmation.
"Very good." Utio nodded. His Tentacles gently gathered on the surface of Control Panel, and the red lens swept over the beating data.
His voice was still as stable as a cold machine tool, and his huge body slowly straightened up in the command position, as if he was the only pillar that would not bend in an upcoming storm.
After everything is done, Utio is ready for Consciousness Transfer System.
A hidden compartment quietly opened on the side of his Control Panel, and a group of Cerebral Cortex Core connected to Mesh Nodes was slowly activated. Thousands of tentacles and optical cables stretched silently under his seat.
The body of Utio here is just one of the hundreds of bodies in Stars.
His consciousness has long been accustomed to flowing in this network composed of machinery and flesh, transmitting from one body to another, abandoning the damaged container in front of him when necessary, and continuing elsewhere.
Even if Gungnir died, he would still have enough time to transfer his consciousness.
That system has been tested on the edge of Warp Storm several times and can complete Consciousness Transcription in a very short time.
As long as that Cerebral Cortex Core is not instantly evaporated, he can infuse himself as a set of data streams into another dormant body between Stars.
Moreover, the Gungnir explosion is devastating. The horrific explosion will sweep across the entire Star System, and the energy it releases is enough to turn all surrounding matter within a few light seconds into a thin Plasma cloud.
Imperium and Fleet cannot escape either.
By then, both Black Legion who is Boarding and Imperium Ship who came to intercept will be swallowed up by that energy and then turned into ashes like a piece of paper being licked by flames.
In any case, whether this victory or failure, the Imperium side will lose a huge amount of Fleet.
For Utio, that outcome is already an acceptable unit cost.
A few kilometers away, Abaddon has just returned to Battleship's temporary Bridge.
He was covered in blood, and the flesh and blood fragments of the Sons of Horus warriors were still hanging on the carapace. The Disruption Field glimmer remaining on the Power Klaw had not completely dissipated.
Before he had time to sit down, Russ's voice came from Communications Channel, low and rapid, with an irrepressible sense of urgency.
"Abaddon!"
Abaddon raised his head suddenly and his eyes fell on the communication panel.
Russ's voice reached his ears through static electricity and engine noise, like a cold iron chain strangling his throat.
"We must stop this launch!"
Russ's voice paused for a moment, as if he was swallowing some conclusion he didn't want to admit.
Then he spoke, his voice even lower. "If this super weapon explodes, none of us will survive. If it is successfully launched, Terra will be reduced to rubble. No matter which outcome, we must stop it before then."
Abaddon did not respond.
He turned his head and looked at the slowly expanding black vortex outside the Bridge porthole window.
Even though Void was dozens of kilometers away, he could still feel the suction from Warp, like an invisible giant hand constantly pulling on his carapace.
He was silent for a few seconds, and then asked, "How long does it take to Fleet?"
Loken stood behind him, his voice lagging. "Abaddon, our Warship's Warp shuttle system has failed. Warship cannot perform Warp Jump." He raised his hand to operate the Bridge terminal, and a chaotic reading chart was displayed on the screen.
"Due to the concentration of Gungnir's power, Warp Tides appeared among Warp. Imperium Warship here all temporarily lost their Warp Jump abilities because of Warp Tides. We are trapped."
Kaebo's eyes swept across the screen, his teeth clenched, and he punched the Control Console next to him. The metal made a dull roar, "Are we just wasting it like this? Waiting for that madman's cannon to unload?"
Torgaddon made no sound, but his clenched fists and rapid breathing showed that he was not much calmer than Kaebo.
The entire Bridge air was filled with a suffocating feeling as if it had been compressed to Mark IV Maximus.
The current situation is that they are trapped next to a bomb that is about to detonate, and the only engine that can allow them to escape this hell has failed.
They can't leave.
They cannot dodge.
They can only wait for that all-devouring light to come.
Now, they must make a choice.
Abaddon was silent for a moment, and his right index finger slowly traced the wooden handle of Warhammer.
Abaddon did not answer immediately, but stood quietly.
He was thinking about Horus, his former father, what would he do when faced with this situation.
Abaddon's eyes swept back and forth over the constantly rotating dark whirlpool outside the porthole window. Finally, Abaddon seemed to have decided to wake up. He stretched out his hand and pressed the communication button to connect Russ's Communications Channel.
"Legion Primarch, I hope your Fleet can cover us." His voice was steady.
Russ was silent for a moment, and then came a low response. "My Fleet is ready, go ahead, Abaddon."
"The enemy has entered the final launch procedure. Even if we destroy Gungnir's Reactor, we can't stop this..." Abaddon's eyes left the communication panel and looked at the huge weapon shadow deep in the porthole.
He paused for a moment. Then he continued, "But, we have one last solution."