Zeke saw a vast amount of tal wreckage floating in outer space. There was so much debris that it had converged to form a belt of scrap.
"The Cadian fleets sotis hide behind these debris belts. It often allows them to catch the enemy off guard."
A Cadian soldier on the ship looked at the debris field, a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
"Wolf Lord Bloodhowl," a voice ca from the direction of the bridge, broadcasting over the comms. "Sensor data indicates a Chaos fleet is approaching us from the edge of the debris field."
"How many?"
"A small task force. Four rapid strike cruisers."
"No need to engage. Full engines, push the shields forward, and punch straight through."
"Yes, sir!"
Zeke felt a strong sensation of being pushed back into his seat as the background outside the window stretched into infinite lines.
The Firemane’s Fang charged forward with indomitable montum, heading straight for the Chaos vessels.
The Chaos strike cruisers were not in the sa weight class as the Firemane’s Fang and could only hurriedly dodge.
The Firemane’s Fang tore through in a cloud of dust, leaving the Chaos ships far behind in its engine wake.
"At this speed, we can drop you off at Mariatus within half a day," Bloodhowl estimated.
"What about you guys? After dropping off?"
"We’ll find a relatively safe zone to land temporarily," Bloodhowl said crisply. "We rest for half a day, then continue with our main mission: heading to the Blackstone Fortress."
Seeing that there was nothing for him to do, Zeke found a corner, opened his inventory, took out a bed, and placed it on the floor.
It had been night back on Cadia when they left, so getting so extra sleep seed like a good choice.
Zeke right-clicked on the bed. (TL/N: Again, No better way to explain other than this.)
He instantly teleported onto the bed. The light before his eyes dimd, and his field of view was reduced to just the chat box interface.
–
"Wolf Lord Bloodhowl," the sensory officer reported. "Spectral sensors have detected a strange vessel."
In the corner of the screen, a segnt of footage was extracted and slowed down dozens of tis.
The ship’s hull was constructed from an unknown tal; it was not of Chaos design.
Bloodhowl stared at the black, strange ship on the screen. He observed symbols resembling temples painted on its hull.
Bloodhowl remained silent for a few seconds before making a judgnt. "It’s Xenos. But it doesn’t look like the Aeldari... it looks more like the Undead Legions."
Bloodhowl watched as the strange ship vanished into the vastness of the universe.
–
Zeke lay in the bed, his sense of ti becoming blurred. It felt like only a second or two had passed before he felt soone vigorously shaking him.
A soldier looked down at Zeke and inford him that they had reached their destination.
"I actually envy that you can still sleep at a ti like this." The soldier forced an ugly smile at Zeke.
Outside the porthole, the scenery had changed drastically. A dusty, gray planet appeared before them.
Glowing red dots could be seen on the planet’s surface; Zeke deduced that they were magma.
"Everyone look alive! This planet has already been occupied by Chaos."
As the order was issued, the Firemane’s Fang adjusted its attitude and dove toward the surface of Mariatus.
The Chaos forces on the ground also noticed this uninvited guest falling from the sky.
Sporadic anti-air fire began to rise from several strongholds, shooting toward the Firemane’s Fang, though most attacks were intercepted by the void shields.
The ship’s hull rubbed against the atmosphere, glowing with heat and carving a conspicuous streak of fire across the sky.
–
Beneath a concealed manhole cover, two n wearing miner’s uniforms were hiding.
"Look at that streak of fire in the sky!" One of the n pointed upward. "My gut tells that it is definitely Chaos."
"Nonsense!" his coworker beside him replied. "Didn’t you see that scum down there firing at it?"
"We have to get over there." The man grabbed his coworker’s arm. "This is our only chance. If we keep hiding here, we’ll either starve to death or be killed by those monsters."
"No... you go. The whole way there is crawling with Chaos. You’ll be killed before you even get close."
The coworker shook off his hand, shrinking back and wedging himself into the corner.
"Fine, you take care then." The man didn’t try to persuade him further. "If I find them, I’ll definitely co back to save you."
He looked at his coworker, gritted his teeth, lifted the manhole cover, and ran toward the direction of the Firemane’s Fang.
–
As the altitude continued to drop, Zeke could gradually make out details on the ground.
Bottomless open-pit mines, refineries belching thick black smoke... The Firemane’s Fang continued to fly forward, searching for a safe landing spot.
At Zeke’s strong request, the Firemane’s Fang finally chose to land on a hill next to a lava pool.
The crew imdiately disembarked, spreading out with the warship as the center to set up a periter and clear the surroundings.
Zeke also deployed the three Iron Golems he was carrying to stand guard near the Firemane’s Fang.
Then, he ran nonstop toward the lava pool in front of him.
Approaching the edge of the lava pool, the pungent sll of sulfur mixed with a heatwave hit him in the face.
Lava usually emitted toxic gases, but Zeke didn’t seem to have any reaction.
He switched to an empty bucket, scooped up a bucket of lava, dug a hole nearby, and carefully poured the lava into the pit.
Then, he took out a water bucket and poured the water onto it.
Hiss—a burst of steam rose up.
A block of obsidian appeared in the pit. Zeke took out his Diamond Pickaxe and mined it.
He repeated the process—digging a hole, pouring lava, watering it, and cycling through.
The only issue was that mining obsidian was incredibly slow but Zeke collected dozens of blocks of obsidian.
Zeke had experienced several occasions where, upon just entering the Nether, a Ghast would seize the opportunity to blast the portal apart with a single shot.
It was better to mine a little extra obsidian, just in case.
After mining enough obsidian, Zeke used ordinary stone to fill in the four corners, building a classic rectangular fra, 4 blocks wide and 5 blocks high.
He took the flint and iron ingot he had swiped from a resident’s ho in Cadia to craft a Flint and Steel, then ignited the obsidian fra.
Swirling dark purple patterns spread across the door fra. The Nether Portal was successfully activated.
It won’t lead to the Warp or sothing like that, will it? Zeke hesitated for a step, but ultimately stepped into the portal.
Everything in his vision began to distort continuously, making him dizzy.
Then, Zeke saw a line of text:
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