Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 389: Furnace Starlink 01 Password

The body was flying and spinning in the bizarre dream, where time was infinitely stretched and yet infinitely shortened, or perhaps there was no concept of time at all.

He didn't know how long he had been traveling, because time was not the focus of his attention. The strange light was about to tear his body apart, and he had to survive.

But the silent storm swept across billions of kilometers, and the aftermath of the waves alone was enough to cause his body to collapse. And in this terrifying space phenomenon, the horrific creatures swimming in it were eyeing him covetously.

He began to be afraid of the light, because those filthy colors were so degrading, and his instinct told him to leave, run, and not go forward.

But how should he leave?

Blue... green... red... all were chaotic colors, blending together to create an even more turbulent tsunami, making the already exceptionally gorgeous space even more distorted and broken.

How should he survive?

A cold golden light illuminated from behind him. He wanted to look back at the cold sun, but the tremors more violent than a storm made him lost. He could only watch himself flying away in this space.

"Wake up..."

"Wake up..."

"Wake up."

"Lin Heng!"

Rebos suddenly stood up and almost knocked down Caroline who called him to get up. The sudden change scared her, but her hands were still tightly grasping the corner of his clothes.

"What's wrong? A nightmare?"

Rebos realized that it was Caroline who woke him up. He rubbed his forehead and suddenly found that he could not remember the dream clearly.

"Maybe..how did I fall asleep?"

Seeing that Rebos was fine, Caroline immediately stood up and packed up the items in front of the altar, and said softly:

“You locked yourself in the R&D room for six consecutive days without sleep, saying that you wanted to complete a prototype of something, which just came out sixteen hours ago.

As soon as you left the house, you fainted. The doctor examined you and found that you were just lacking rest, so I took you to my room, hoping to help you recover while I prayed to the God-Emperor.

As Caroline spoke, Rebos also turned his gaze to the statue above the altar. The man wearing a laurel wreath existed throughout the galaxy, but the cold marble could not help him complete his spiritual recovery.

At this moment he also remembered his plan. Going to Riza to transform the Black Ship was just a superficial cover-up, and stringing the Fire Covenant and Ian together was just a side benefit.

The prototype he spent a lot of time to complete was the key to his coming to Riza. The most suitable place, the most suitable people, and the most suitable time...

"Lin Heng...where has the fleet arrived?"

Caroline completed the final ceremony reverently, took out the Thinker and handed it to Rebos, saying:

"While you were sleeping, the fleet had been docked at the satellite space station on the forge world Riza for ten hours. The other party had communicated with us many times, but was blocked by Pope Ian on the grounds that he had something else to do."

This should be Mars, but it's pretty close.

Rebos nodded slightly, and then the two of them quickly rushed to the bow room. At this time, Pope Ian was discussing with the Zakli Think Tank how to extend the negotiation time.

Although everyone had discussed how to respond to Riza's inquiries before arriving at Riza, Rebos said that he would take care of everything and that all handovers would be carried out by him.

But in the end, Rebos finally managed to complete the prototype before arriving, but who would have thought that he fainted and wasted so much time. The continuous communication made them a little anxious.

Although an Inquisition ship poses no threat to a Forge World like Ryza, the Inquisition behind it will still make them cautious, after all, the Mechanicus is on the Inquisition's list.

So who knows what is being discussed on the silent black ship? The satellite station has already issued two expulsion orders. If there is still no response, what will be faced is the power of the monastic world.

"1001, what on earth are you doing? If you don't make your position clear in 900 seconds, the satellite station will have the right to expel you!"

"We have said that because Inquisitor Harrington of the Heretic Tribunal was tainted by Chaos, the Ecclesiarchy forces joined forces with the Fire Covenant Chapter to kill him.

The Fire Covenant battle barge was severely damaged, so they requisitioned the black ship as a mobile base. The reason for this is too complicated, so if necessary, you can send members of the Order to board the ship to view the battlefield images at that time."

"1001, what are you talking about?! No... shut down all defense systems! We have to seal your ship and not release it until the cause and result of the incident are investigated!"

Seeing that things were becoming increasingly out of control, Ian quickly signaled the Zakli Think Tank to prepare to evacuate the scene. Although his country's religion and the order did not interfere with each other, they were, after all, spreading different doctrines and worshipping different gods. Once a conflict arose, it would easily escalate the severity of the problem.

"Are you the highest ranking priest on Satellite Station One?"

Fortunately, when Rebos' voice sounded from behind him, Ian's heart finally settled down. The holographic projection of the Zakli Think Tank also turned around and looked at the visitor with a haggard face.

"Who are you? What on earth are you..."

The senior priest's rebuke suddenly stopped when Rebos raised his arm, and everyone focused their eyes on the object in his hand, which was a constantly rotating gear with a skull in the middle of the gear ring.

Anyone with a little knowledge can recognize what this vivid shape represents. The information transmitter installed under the skull is also flashing to express its identity - Mars, the Land of Red Sand.

"1001..wait a minute!"

Suddenly the priest finally reacted and disconnected the connection, leaving everyone staring at each other in shock.

When Pope Ian saw Rebos take out the emblem of the Martian Mechanicus, his brows frowned slightly. He did not expect that the other party had a close relationship with the Mechanicus.

Just as he was pondering the hidden meaning, the light spear in the satellite's orbit around the star pointed its gun at the fleet, and all the gates of the skyport above it were sealed.

The high-ranking priest appeared again, and this time he was even more irritable. He held out a flash stick and began to point fingers:

"1001 Martian brats have come to Riza to show off. I can fire on you without even reporting to the temple. Go back to your sub-sector. Catachan is not far away. Otherwise, go to 1110 to dig for treasures!"

"We are a regular missionary team of the state religion, registered in the empire..."

"God of All Things, your Ecclesiarchy doesn't even have a base in the star region where Riza is located. Letting you get close is already a courtesy to the Inquisition's Black Ship.

And now the Inquisitor has been killed, and his black ship has been taken over by someone else. Who knows if you have some hidden intentions in letting me board 1001?

Now, immediately, leave the satellite station immediately. If you dare to activate any defense system, the Destroyer Light will smash you into paste!"

Well, Ian's words were choked back. Even if the Zakli Think Tank spoke, the other party would not listen at all. And all this happened after the other party saw the Martian symbol on Rebos' hand. Ian also understood it a little.

After all, the Mechanicus is essentially not much different from the state religion. Such a vast galaxy will also teach according to each student's aptitude, with different categories and a myriad of party divisions. Otherwise, he would not have become a victim of sectarian disputes.

"Sir Rebos, why don't we retreat first? The difference in doctrines will indeed cause conflicts that cannot be resolved."

Ian was a little impatient. After all, he knew the ups and downs involved. After going through this unspeakable painful journey, the two ships were like ants compared to a huge forging world. If he was not careful, the next step might be the destruction of the ship and the death of people.

But Rebos's expression did not change from beginning to end. He just waited for the other party to catch his breath, then he began to utter a binary code that no one knew.

"..."

He uttered more than two hundred 1s and 0s in succession. When the last 0 came out of his mouth, the high-ranking priest on the satellite station fell silent. However, everyone could still sense his shock from the facial expression that remained on his face.

"Ahem... Ahem... Hello, sir. At 0110, please have your fleet go to the airport for routine inspection. I will immediately convey the message to the Sage Council. Please wait for a moment."

Everyone was shocked. The change in attitude of this high-ranking priest was really hard to accept. He looked like he was going to kill you just now, but now he was actually nodding and groveling.

Pope Ian frowned even more deeply. He did not doubt Rebos's identity, but was convinced that the other party had no knowledge of the ways of the world.

Being strong is certainly a good thing, but in many cases being a person who knows how to please both sides can gain certain benefits for yourself and everyone... Although he doesn't like to do this, otherwise he would not have become a missionary who set foot in the dangerous land of the galaxy.

"Mr. Rebos, let me remind you that you may think there is nothing wrong with this behavior...but as a clergyman of the state religion...I still know some relationship issues.

Ahem...Riza's relationship with Mars is not very friendly. The deeper meaning is still unknown, but I guess it's all technological issues. No one will like you when you show your identity so blatantly.

Even if the other party accepts your intention, I am afraid that they will easily develop unwarranted hostility towards you. This is not a good thing for us now. What if... I mean, what if the other party pretends to agree and then reports you and me to the Tribunal, and there is no ship available..."

Pope Ian's words were already very straightforward, but Rebos's seemingly expressionless face did not seem to indicate any hint of a problem.

He just waved his hand to indicate that it was nothing to worry about. He looked confident as if he was going home. Then he calmly said to the holographic image of the high-level priest:

"I want to see your forging general."

Ian felt some pain in his gums.

No one knew what the binary code that Rebos mentioned represented, but all subsequent inspections went unusually smoothly. Even the black ship of the Inquisition was not a problem, as if it were a common cargo ship.

About an hour later, the fleet passed the satellite station and slowly approached Riza's orbital port. The huge space station showed off its muscles as the master of the world.

The huge Ramirez-class star fortress made the Fire Covenant warriors extremely yearning just by looking at it, and in Ian's eyes, these made his eyelids even more irritated...and they kept jumping.

Hundreds of warships traveled with them, including those of the Imperial Navy, the Astra Militarum, the Adeptus Ordos, and even battle barges from other Chapters, but most numerous were the various Rogue Traders.

Or a forged world like this, anyway, there is no good place on it, everything has been transformed and excavated

They exchanged their cargo of fruits and vegetables from the agricultural world for hundreds of tons of firearms. Some of those who had made early reservations could even pull a few Leman Russ Strangler tanks.

Hundreds of large cargo boxes at the airport terminal were continuously transported into the ship's hold. As long as these wandering merchants could transport the weapons to the battlefield, this trip would make him a fortune.

The damaged ships of the army were carefully repaired in the port, and the servitors carefully repaired the hulls, fearing that any details would be missed. The more delicate work inside was left to the priests of the order.

The huge lead box was transported from a separate track, and the alarm sounded before it landed on the blockade platform. The people around it hurriedly ran away. Even the Space Marines did not want to get close to the radioactive engine energy source.

They walked to the sales point opened by the merchant ship and sold their remaining alien items or alien corpses in exchange for the items they liked from the merchants. Or they met with other war groups to exchange and discuss their battle records and combat skills.

The huge airport was bustling with activity. The two warships did not seem huge among them. Ian watched Rebos silently. He stretched out his hand and tapped Caroline's shoulder twice, motioning her to follow him.

"Although I don't want to admit it, I always feel a little uneasy. Lord Rebos's background is too mysterious, and his arrival in Reza this time may not be as simple as repairing the ship."

Caroline tightly gripped the handle of the "Truth" gun. She recalled the words of Inquisitor Harrington before his death, about keeping Lin Heng away from Terra and the Supreme Lord.

However, the fact that the other party had reached cooperation with someone like Lucius made her feel depressed. She felt that there were some contradictions in her thoughts, which was a conflict between the doctrine and herself.

"The Emperor asked us to help him, so we must help him clear the obstacles. But sometimes force cannot solve the problem, and being tactful can get a more favorable situation...

If I had understood the use of both hard and soft tactics as well as I do now five years ago, perhaps the bishop of that sub-region would be called Ian. "