Rhodes hurriedly withdrew his psychic energy.
The golden light point he had transford into appeared as a shining star to those blue light points, so distress signals flooded in all at once.
There were so many distress signals! Just how many worlds in the Imperium were embroiled in war? This was probably just the tip of the iceberg—no wonder it was the grim darkness of the 41st millennium.
Among the dozen or so ssages he received, every single one was a distress signal—none of them were normal.
"How is it, Lord Rhodes? Were you able to connect with other Astropaths?"
The Canoness, seeing Rhodes awaken, asked anxiously.
"Yes! I was indeed able to connect and saw the golden radiance generated by the Astronomican. I also observed other Astropaths within it.
As soon as I entered, I received over a dozen ssages—all of them distress signals from various parts of the Imperium. One of them even ca from the Deathwatch."
Rhodes relayed all the information he had received.
"The Imperium is under constant assault from the forces of Chaos, vile Xenos, and treacherous heretics," the Canoness sighed.
As a Battle Sister, she understood the situation well. So worlds lived in peaceful paradise, while others were engulfed in the flas of war.
"I'm particularly concerned about the Deathwatch," said Captain Dres.
"The Deathwatch is a highly specialized force composed of elite battle-brothers from various Space Marine Chapters.
If they are sending out a distress signal during combat, it must be a matter of extre importance."
Typically, if any Space Marine Chapter received a distress call from the Deathwatch, they would imdiately move to assist, as the Deathwatch only faced the most dangerous threats—primarily the deadliest Xenos.
"Now, tell how to send a ssage. I can receive transmissions, but I don't seem to know how to send one," Rhodes said.
The priority now was to send out a distress call to the Imperium. Learning how to communicate within the psychic network was crucial—he couldn't just passively receive ssages.
"Lord Rhodes, simply focus your mind and transmit your ssage to them.
Alternatively, you can broadcast it within a 100-light-year radius—soone will receive it.
Send it in my na—I am Captain Dres of the 2nd Company of the Polar Warriors.
If my Chapter or any other Ultramarines successor Chapter receives it, they will surely respond," Captain Dres instructed.
Rhodes nodded and once again imrsed his mind into the Astronomican-protected warp space. He then attempted to project his thoughts and broadcast a distress signal from his current location on the agri-world.
["Biel Agri-World under Tyranid invasion. Swarm repelled. Captain Dres of the 2nd Company of the Polar Warriors requesting Chapter fleet support."]
Rhodes sent out a brief ssage.
While he was connected to the Astronomican, more distress signals flooded in—dozens this ti.
There was no helping it—Rhodes' golden light point was far too dazzling!
Xenos entities would never enter this space, as it was the Emperor's domain. So, when such a brilliant light appeared, many Astropaths clung to it like a lifeline.
Among them, the Deathwatch had sent multiple consecutive distress calls.
["May I ask who you are? Can you respond?"]
["My Lord! Are you an Inquisitor of the Imperium? I am a Chaplain of the Deathwatch."]
["Please, if you can hear this, co to our aid!"]
["A massive Tyranid swarm is here—their shadow in the warp has disrupted our Astropaths.]
[I am the only one barely able to send a distress signal.]
[This planet holds a highly important facility—it must not fall!"]
The psychic signal from the Deathwatch Chaplain continued to bombard Rhodes.
Rhodes was speechless.
Damn it! I haven't even finished dealing with my distress call, and now this guy won't stop pestering !
["I am currently under the employ of Captain Dres of the Polar Warriors' 2nd Company.
We have just repelled a small Tyranid incursion here and are awaiting Imperial Navy reinforcents.
Apologies, but I am unable to assist you."]
Rhodes reluctantly sent a ssage in reply to the Deathwatch Chaplain.
["You! You are a new Librarian of the Polar Warriors? Or the 2nd Company's Chaplain?"]
The Deathwatch Chaplain sounded surprised.
["My identity is classified, Chaplain. You do not have clearance to inquire about .
Due to certain circumstances, I am currently stranded on this planet and have temporarily assisted the Polar Warriors in repelling a Tyranid attack."]
Rhodes replied curtly.
Do I need to explain myself? Just telling you that you don't have clearance should be enough.
["My apologies, my Lord. I should not have pried into Imperial secrets.
I once served in the Polar Warriors myself. I joined the Deathwatch over 100 years ago—back then, Dres was still a recruit."]
The Deathwatch Chaplain responded.
Oh? A familiar face?
["Tell your na. I will confirm with Captain Drez."]
["I am Magro. Dres should rember ."]
Rhodes sent a standby signal and disconnected from the Astronomican.
"Captain Dres, I received a distress signal from the Deathwatch.
The sender claims to have once been a Chaplain of the Polar Warriors before joining the Deathwatch over a hundred years ago.
His na is Magro."
"Magro? I rember him.
Back then, I had only been in service for a few decades.
Chaplain Magro even conducted my ntal fortitude training.
He left for the Deathwatch 130 years ago."
Dres nodded as he spoke.
"It seems they are in serious trouble. Should I ask for more details?"
"Please do, Lord Rhodes.
He is my battle-brother—a predecessor of ours."
Dres requested.
Rhodes nodded and reconnected to the Astronomican.
["I have confird with Dres.
Chaplain Magro, you did indeed serve with the Polar Warriors 130 years ago.
Can you tell what is happening on your end?"]
["My Lord! We are on an extrely critical mission.
There are over fifty Tyranid hive ships here.
This is a massive Hive World.
If it falls to the Tyranids, the number of hive ships will more than double, directly threatening several nearby sectors.
If possible, please help us call for reinforcents."]
Rhodes ignored everything else and fixated on one thing—fifty Tyranid hive ships.
Cough.
Damn it! That's over a million Thrones in the bounty!
And given how quickly he received the signal… that ant the battlefield was close.
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