The once-mighty Gemstone, the Retribution-class battleship that carried the glory of the Ventria Family for thousands of years.
Now all that remains are scarred, fragmented remains.
The ship's hull was shrouded in a thick, distorted Psychic Power Mist, and the foul energy emanating from the Warp was like strong acid, relentlessly gnawing at the armor plates forged from Adamantium and Plasteel.
Pieces of armor, each weighing several tons, continued to peel away and drift into the dark space.
The ship's walls, once adorned with sacred prayers and the Imperium eagle emblem, have had their runes extinguished and their glorious glory vanished under the ravages of Chaos Psychic Power.
The ship's interior was littered with the bodies of the victims, and the souls of most of the crew members were on the verge of being consumed.
Without the protection of the Gellar Field, the erosion of the Warp is all-pervasive.
Countless souls broke free from the shackles of their broken bodies, their translucent spirits drifting aimlessly in the hazy, Psychic Power Mist.
They couldn't even utter a wail; they could only silently await their complete engulfment by the Sea of Chaos and their eventual demise.
Dominic's spirit also floated among the desolate ruins.
Even with a group of Sisters of Silence desperately trying to create an anti- Psychic Power barrier on either side, the power of the " Blanks " ultimately has its limits.
They merely postponed their inevitable death by a little while.
The nuns' Psychic Power bodies were gradually disintegrating, and the void power that could suppress the Warp was rapidly diminishing.
When death truly came, Dominic's state of mind was far more composed than he had anticipated, even carrying a hint of weary anticipation.
In the 41st millennium of the Milky Way, simply living is torture.
Looking back on his journey, Dominic felt he had endured almost every hardship imaginable.
From the moment he was ordered to set off for Brevis, he was plagued by misfortune.
The Warp warp damaged many of the fleet's ships and the Gellar Field. After arriving at the planet, a series of inexplicable strange events occurred. In the end, they encountered Warp catastrophe that was suspected to be brought down by Tzeentch, the Great Conspirator.
A myriad of thoughts surged within his drifting spirit, but the only thing he couldn't let go of was that mystery.
What shocking secrets are hidden within Lynn?
The chaotic battle in the Hive City just now is still fresh in my mind.
A large number of Genestealer have infiltrated the human front, including the Frost Soldier and Dragon of Frost from the native legends of Brevis, who bravely stand up to resist the onslaught of Chaos.
With his extensive knowledge, he could tell at a glance that it was not a mythical creature native to any planet.
Those are the Tyranids's Hormagaunt, Winged Hive Tyrant, and Hive Tyrant!
In addition, waves of Orks appeared out of nowhere, fearlessly charging directly at the Chaos army.
He clearly did the work himself; he has wiped out most of the main force of the Orks forces in the Dorito Agri World.
But in the blink of an eye, this group of waaagh thugs reappeared and immediately engaged in a fierce battle with the Chaos forces.
Everything seemed eerie, and all the illogical clues pointed to the same person.
Planetary Governor of Brevis, Kerry Von.
His spirit was consumed by a deep sense of resentment.
He did not want to perish, to fall into the Warp with this huge pile of unsolved mysteries, to become an eternal plaything in the hands of the Chaos Gods, and to suffer endless torment for eternity.
Dominic's consciousness began to sink, the edges of his spirit body were beginning to dissolve in the surrounding Psychic Power Mist, and he was about to be dragged into the depths of the Sea of Chaos.
But just as his soul was about to completely succumb, a gentle yet irresistible force suddenly seized his entire consciousness.
The surrounding violent and murky Psychic Power Mist instantly dissipated.
His soul was forcibly pulled and thrown into an independent spiritual space that was isolated from the intrusion of the Warp and was extremely peaceful and quiet.
Before Dominic could even adjust to his surroundings, a deafening roar, like the explosion of stars, resounded in his mind.
An incomparably majestic and enormous human figure loomed before his consciousness.
It was a withered, desiccated corpse, its shriveled flesh clinging tightly to its bones. Countless glowing Psychic Power conduits and metal tubes were inserted throughout the body, connecting to the distant void from all directions.
Even within this decaying shell, where its eyes were, burned two clusters of magnificent power capable of boiling the entire starry sea.
An endless collective faith of humanity, a torrent of Psychic Power flows ceaselessly within His existence.
The Emperor of mankind.
Even without a mortal body, merely a projection of his soul, Dominic's instincts compelled him to kneel and offer the highest form of mortal worship.
But now he is nothing but a drifting spirit, unable to even perform the simplest action of kneeling in worship.
The Emperor made no sound, said nothing, and offered no admonition.
It was merely a pure thought that was directly imprinted into the deepest part of Dominic's soul.
"With his body, he wielded His sword."
These seven simple words encapsulate the core of this deal.
Dominic instantly understood the price: after accepting this divine authority and completing his mission, his remaining soul would be annihilated, ceasing to exist.
But in this desperate Warhammer universe, isn't this a much-desired ending?
It's better than being toyed with by an evil god and tormented by Chaos for eternity.
Moreover, by virtue of his identity as the swordsman, he can finally personally uncover the secrets hidden behind Lynn's many layers of secrecy.
It couldn't be more cost-effective.
Dominic did not hesitate for a moment, and on a spiritual level, he readily agreed to the contract.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, a golden torrent suddenly poured down from the void within the wrecked wreckage of the Gemstone.
The shattered, floating Psychic Power particles rapidly coalesced and reformed.
A humanoid silhouette rapidly took shape, with familiar red hair cascading over the shoulders, but the eyes had already transformed into a burning, brilliant gold.
A crown formed from pure golden light and Psychic Power floated silently above his head.
Dominic is no longer just a rear admiral in Ventria.
From this moment on, he is the Emperor's henchman.
He moved this newly formed body, and a layer of sacred golden light flowed around him, protecting him from the corrosive influence of the Psychic Power Chaos Mist.
He then turned around and flew straight toward the center of the vortex that had unleashed this Warp catastrophe.