The Space Dump Truck

On the Warp routes of the Imperium of Man, Barge carrying Imperium aid to various Great Crusade Forces are sailing.

However, compared to the past, the team responsible for escorting the supplies this time was quite special.

Previously, transport ships were very secretive about their routes and operations.

Their movements were kept top secret throughout the entire strategic plan.

However, the whereabouts of this fleet responsible for transporting supplies are now very obvious.

The speed was noticeably fast.

The lead ship of the entire fleet was a Gloriana-class Battleship.

This is the Flagship of Konrad Curze, the Legion Primarch.

Nightfall.

"Let the Astropath in charge of navigation rest; we'll handle the rest ourselves."

"But... sir, this is Warp. If we don't follow the Astropath's navigation, we could easily run into trouble."

I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong.

"Your Excellency Sandamel, this..."

"This is the Primarch's command. Execute it."

The accompanying Imperialis Militia had no choice but to carry out orders.

This handover left the veteran captain, who had been piloting various ships in Warp for over 10 years, utterly astonished.

Sandamel simply shut down the existing Star Chart and then took the helm.

"Fellow passengers, ladies and gentlemen, my dear brothers in arms, this voyage is piloted by Captain Sandamel, and we are currently traveling on the Imperium's Warp route."

"To support the front lines, and to seize the opportunity for victory in this volatile and unpredictable battle, we must accelerate!"

"Activate all acceleration components!"

Boom!

A series of deep roars erupted from the Flagship engine, bringing a thrilling mechanical shock to the heart.

"Wow, Sandamel's got some nerve," Curze said with a laugh.

Sandamel, a native of Nostramo.

The original Eight Hundred, members of the Council of the Long Night, skilled in piloting various vehicles, including the Gloriana-class Battleship.

The Collector devoted himself to cultivating his driving skills and provided highly specialized training in his related abilities.

Today, Sandamel himself is a living map.

Under the tutelage of Collectors, Sandamel was able to memorize any sea route with just a glance.

Star Charts and the like are completely unnecessary.

What?

How is the origin of the coordinate system determined?

Sorry, Nostramo people, especially the five thousand members of the Evernight Judges Corps, all have some experience with hard-hitting Warp.

From the moment their Uncle awarded them medals and their coming-of-age ceremony was completed.

Their souls then became connected to the blue sphere that was born at the location of Nostramo's projection.

Therefore, they all possess Psychic Power.

Sandamel's abilities are not in combat or intelligence gathering.

He himself is an anchor point.

A moving anchor point linked to the Nostramamoa spatial coordinates.

Therefore, he can establish a clear Star Chart coordinate system in his mind at any time.

"Sandamel has been holding back ever since he left Nostramo, so it's understandable that he can now make the boat run so fast," Sevatar said.

"Once I reach my destination, I must have a good talk with Sandamel!"

"Seriously, Agrid, are you seasick?"

"Are you kidding me? He practically turned the Gloriana-class Battleship into a space dump truck! No wonder he gets seasick!"

That's true.

If it weren't for the fact that Sandamel had fought alongside him to build the empire, he would have thought this guy was one of White Scars's men.

When Sandamel was still involved in Gangs, he was the most famous stunt driver in all the gangs.

A true master of ruthless skills.

"It's not Agrid's fault, I could feel the push in my back too," Curze said.

After taking over the Legion, Curze handed over the captaincy of the Nightfall to Sandamel.

Who knew they would become Civil Servants upon arrival, Nightfall was left sitting there for maintenance and repairs.

This made Sandamel grit his teeth in regret, but now he can finally go all out with his car.

"Navigation Status Report"

In the captain's cabin, Sandamel inquired about the voyage from the auxiliary officer beside him.

"Ugh! Report... report... ugh... report!"

"Okay, you get used to it first, I'll do it myself."

Then everyone present witnessed what true ability is.

What is meant by "purely ruthless" work?

Sandamel had set all the parameters to their theoretical maximums, and the accompanying members of the Adeptus Mechanicus nearly overloaded their Logic Units upon witnessing this.

"Stop! You're ruining this magnificent creation!"

"Hehehe, then take another look."

The Adeptus Mechanicus Priest glanced at the dashboard.

Everything is normal!

Moreover, it's the optimal state that only exists in theory!

"This... this is impossible."

"I'm too lazy to explain to you. Just remember, the charm of mechanics lies in its simplicity and efficiency. What I need to do is make this ship operate in the simplest and most efficient way."

As he spoke, Sandamel leisurely took out his Code.

"Watch out! Watch out! We're about to hit a storm zone!"

"Don't make a fuss over nothing."

Sandamel didn't even look up; he simply flicked the lever a few times.

Then the Adeptus Mechanicus Priest immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

Because right now, it's the Machine Spirit that's in autopilot!

"Well done, keep it up!" Sandamel excitedly slapped the dashboard, and the Flagship's speed increased once again.

"Omnissiah above! It has appeared! It has appeared! The Machine Spirit is overjoyed! The Machine Spirit is overjoyed!"

The Adeptus Mechanicus Priest began chanting hymns in a cryptic manner.

"Put away those suffocating Sacred Oils; the ship needs mechanical lubricant."

"What... what do you know!"

"I don't understand, but the ship does. It told me that if you paint that stuff randomly, its performance will decrease."

"However, your Binary Canticles is quite good, keep singing."

"You... you can communicate with the Machine Spirit?!"

"Are you kidding me? I've driven at least 80,000 to 100,000 vehicles. Do you think I don't know what kind of driving posture each machine prefers?"

"Hurry up!"

"Yes, sir!"

Now, in the eyes of this Adeptus Mechanicus Priest, Sandamel is the chosen one of the Machine God!

Of course, due to the changes in the Nightfall, the entire Nightfall's Machine Spirit began to directly take over, or indirectly affect, the Machine Spirits of the accompanying spaceships.

If initially only Nightfall was a dump truck, now the other spaceships have become dump trucks too.

At this moment, the Barge looked like a bunch of dump trucks speeding by.

At the same time, in Curze's Operations Command Room.

All members of the Council of the Long Night.

"At this rate of travel, we'll reach our destination in three days. Now, tell me about our battle plan."

"The Boss, I need to remind you, we're delivering supplies, not going to fight."

For those in the Council of the Long Night, it's more comfortable to call the Boss when no one else is around.

All they care about is the outcome of the battle; nothing else matters.