I am in Warhammer's Heartsteel

Chapter 006: 230-Year-Old Baby

Under the backdrop of the starry sky, time becomes blurred.

Deyan had no idea how far he had drifted.

The indicator lights on the console are flashing intermittently.

A sharp pain in his left rib, accompanied by a rumbling stomach, pulled him back to reality.

After a series of intense battles without eating anything, his stomach was churning with acid, and his throat was so dry it felt like it could spark.

When a person is extremely hungry, their whole body aches.

I feel weak in my limbs and my eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

Deyang licked his dry, chapped lips and patted his cheeks to try and stay awake.

"Don't sleep, don't sleep, or you'll fall asleep and become a VIP in the Cursed Legion."

Perhaps all we can do is pray for a miracle.

Thinking about it wasn't enough; fearing he might faint, Deyang chose to sing "Miracle Again" to cheer himself up.

"Like holy light piercing through the night"

The Emperor's sacred words resounded across the heavens.

The Golden Throne is eternal and will never perish.

The path to the expedition lies beneath our feet.

Firm resolve, undaunted by corruption

Devout faith and loyal souls never cease

Chaos storm has appeared

How can we stagnate?

Battles across the starry sea

The Book of Words is always with me

Fearless in the face of danger

The dream of unification is not far away

Stand tall and move forward in unity

The golden age... will return...

……

The singing was weak, intermittent, and increasingly erratic.

Finally… it came to an abrupt end.

The lifeboat carried the lonely passenger into the depths of space.

However, there is always a way out.

A million kilometers away, a passing merchant fleet brought a turning point.

This distance is practically like their doorstep to a human fleet capable of interstellar travel.

In the time it takes for the plasma engine to yawn.

Flagship Navigation Sanctuary.

The navigator spotted the lifeboat.

The message reached the bridge directly.

No, it should be called the Throne Room.

The order was relayed.

The flagship's belly split open, and a tractor beam precisely grabbed the lifeboat, slowly dragging it into the hangar.

After a brief treatment by the pharmacist, Deyan opened his eyes.

The moment he saw the pharmacist, he was moved to tears, and he deeply regretted speaking ill of the Emperor earlier.

Pah, what a foul mouth!

I will never say it again.

Didn't the emperor then manifest his power?

You came from the East, returning a city of snow-covered beauty; the Emperor's favor can never be repaid.

The probability of hitchhiking in the vast sea of ​​stars is infinitesimally close to zero, let alone encountering a human fleet.

What a miracle!

The song "Miracle Again" was well-sung.

He was destined to survive!

Of course, it would be even better if he wasn't handcuffed or had a gun pointed at him.

Deyan looked at the pharmacist and politely asked, "Thank you for your treatment. May I ask where I am now?"

"Lord Coron wants to see you." The apothecary spoke sparingly, his servant's skull swaying as he gestured for Dejan to follow.

Seeing this, Deyang had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

The sense of crisis has not yet subsided.

Although we are both part of the human faction, this is the perilous Warhammer 40K.

Sometimes teammates are even more dangerous than enemies.

The other party's unusual level of vigilance is quite telling.

Along the way, Deyang discovered some clues.

There was a huge aquarium column on the boat.

Liquid methane is poured into a transparent column several meters in diameter, and glowing alien jellyfish swim inside.

Is placing such a large decorative aquarium column in a warship with limited space a tribute to the Man-Eating Shark Gang?

This is definitely not the style of the Imperial Navy.

That doesn't fit the style of the Astartes either.

So flamboyant.

What is the identity of the owner of this warship?

And what's with that anti-gravity candlestick floating in mid-air?

That's an exaggeration.

The rare objects that appeared along the way broadened Deyang's horizons.

It's like a savage from the wilderness entering the Terran palace; everything is strange and wonderful to him.

The sheer luxury of the throne room nearly made his jaw drop.

The magnificent throne room, resembling a cathedral, is dozens of meters high, pillarless, and offers a wide view.

At the end is a huge curved observation window.

Multi-layered reinforced crystals interspersed with gold veins are set in a black obsidian frame carved into a star map, creating a magnificent effect similar to a church rose window.

The floor is not made of metal grids, but of mosaic tiles made of stones from different worlds, depicting the family's grand epic.

The command throne area is elevated several steps above the ground.

Forged from deep-space meteorite iron.

Curved corridors on both sides.

The railings are covered with domesticated creeping plants, and the brass grille of the base is visible through the gaps.

The orc war boss's head was polished to a gleaming shine.

Inside the vertical force field cage, the Tyranid Bladebugs, acting as living sculptures, continuously rammed into the barrier.

The throne was created from the shell of a perfectly preserved Tyrannosaurus Rex, lined with velvet, with armrests integrated into the control interface and buttons made of perfectly cut gemstones.

A holographic star map floated in front of the throne.

The miniature nebula material trapped in the force field rotated slowly.

Beside the throne, bodyguards from the Ark Eldar and battle nuns served on either side.

Wealth and power were exposed to Deyan in an extremely explosive way, causing an indelible impact on the weak mind of this 3K Aboriginal man.

Looking at the man sitting on the throne, he had only one thought in his mind.

He can be replaced!

Judging from the way this place was set up, and the outrageously extravagant style, it must be some wandering merchant.

And they are among the very best of the best.

Perhaps he was a direct descendant of a merchant-warlord dynasty.

With his life still in their hands, Deyang immediately gathered his thoughts and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you for saving my life. May the Divine Emperor grant your soul his favor."

The man seated on the throne picked up Dejan's dog tag and read aloud with interest: "Dejan Davent, 114th Cadian Regiment... Cadian, what are you doing racing a lifeboat alone in space?"

Speeding across lifeboats?

What an unusual combination of words.

How could you say that?

Deyang's lips twitched downwards as he looked up and saw the other person's face clearly.

He had blond hair curled back, a high nose bridge, and lips as thin as knives. He looked very young, around 25 or 6, but Deyang was willing to bet that this person was actually at least 100 years old.

A sorcerer can keep the body young, but cannot conceal the aging of the soul.

This guy's eyes were full of vicissitudes, telling a story.

But he also has a youthful face.

It feels so out of place.

"There was nothing I could do; I didn't want to encounter an alien."

"Oh, what kind of alien?"

"Dark Eldar".

"Don't tell me this is your spoils of war?" Elijah Corren toyed with the Star Dart pistol he had taken from Dejan, his eyes as calm as still water.

But Dejan felt immense pressure, as if he had been seen through and had no sense of security whatsoever.

None of these monsters, which have lived for hundreds of years, are kind-hearted.

"I found it."

"You found it, hahaha." Elijah laughed, pointing his gun at Dejan. "You're really lucky to find a Star Dart pistol so easily. I wish I could be as lucky as you."

Soldier, you are dishonest and disrespectful to your elders.

Lies have nowhere to hide in front of an elder who has lived for 230 years.

"Since I find you somewhat agreeable, I'll give you one last chance. Will you talk or not?"

With a gun pointed at him, Dejan got goosebumps, his facial features changed color from fright, and his voice rose several decibels.

"What do you want to know? Just ask!"

Without asking any questions, he pointed a gun at someone.

This 230-year-old baby really knows how to mess with people's minds.

Elijah paused for a moment, seemingly not understanding Dejan's grievances, and turned to look at the battle nun beside him.

Didn't I ask?

Battle Nun: "Your words are indeed very concise."