Plague Fighter

They would clean up every planet on Ultramar and then radiate out to the rest of the Empire's starfields, saving humanity which was sliding ever deeper into the abyss and preventing the fall of the human empire.

Countless war engines were activated by the prayers of the mechanical priests, dragging huge tail flames out of the starport and into the starry sky.

The Geller force fields of one warship after another were activated, and the massive hulls of the ships were enveloped in a tantalizing halo of light.

The Geller force field was one of the key technologies that allowed humans to travel through subspace.

This force field could effectively prevent the Empire's ships from being corrupted by subspace and stop the lifeless hidden beneath the waves of subspace from attacking the ships.

Kiliman's awakening and his insane declaration of war had long drawn the attention of the gods.

It was an unforgivable offense that a protoform would dare to declare war on them.

Their response was equally simple and brutal.

Subspace boiled with the gods' fury, and the raging sea of Ether kicked up a terrifying storm.

The Etheric waves tumbled and roared as the storm of destruction continued to assault them.

Pride transformed into agitated whirling. Rage and lust merged into frenzied storms, and despair transformed into steep straits, a wall that hid untold numbers of hungry demons.

They waited for the Imperial ships to show any sign of weakness and attack.

The bound Navigators were soaked in nutrient fluid, their arms, their heads were connected to the mechanical equipment of the ship with cables.

They did their best to use their third eye to peer at the direction of the Etheric currents and direct the ship's navigation.

Navigators were special beings with a history of tens of thousands of years.

The Navigators had appeared in the world of mankind when they walked into the stars and initially colonized the galactic planets.

During that golden age of time, a subtle genetic mutation occurred in a portion of the human race that first came into contact with subspace.

They were unusually sensitive to the energy flow of subspace and could provide effective guidance and navigation for ships during subspace voyages.

These types of people were modified and optimized to become Navigators.

Navigators possess a third eye implanted by Cybernetics or mutated at birth.

The third eye can view etheric energy flows in subspace, discern direction, and one of its most important uses, seeing the light of the Star Torch.

The Star Torch is an important beacon for the Empire's subspace navigation, built by the Emperor during the Great Expedition and currently maintained by the Star Torch Court.

The fleet's voyage was dangerous, and even though he was mentally prepared, Kiliman was still scandalized when facing a subspace storm head-on.

The light of the Star Torch was almost impenetrable, becoming so faint that navigators had to expend more energy to discern a course.

Imperial ships could no longer stay inside subspace for long periods of time, as they had been able to do before, and had to leap out of subspace every so often.

Thanks to the maintenance of the Mechanical Priesthood, the Geller force fields of every ship in the fleet were functioning properly.

Without the Geller force field, humans were meat on the Devil's chopping block in subspace.

"It seems that something must be done to calm the subspace storm." Kiriman looked at the datapad in his hand, his eyebrows became heavy, the subspace storm was more serious than he thought.

Either find a way to calm the subspace storm, or enhance the power of the imperial ships against the subspace storm.

If he couldn't do those two things, countering the gods was a joke.

Demons and traitors didn't need to worry about the effects of the subspace storm, while the human empire was struggling, so one could imagine how hard it would be for the empire to win.

Kiliman contemplated where he should go to find something and technology to take care of this navigation thing and make sure that the Imperial fleet would arrive at its destination with precision and accuracy.

Footsteps sounded and a young man in robes with eyes all white walked into the room reserved for the Protoss.

"My lord."

The young man's eyes were already blind, but he was able to easily find Kiliman's range and gave a respectful salute.

"Roshan, is something wrong?"

Kiriman said as he interrupted his contemplative state and looked up at the young man who had walked in.

He did not pay attention to the pure white eyes of the other, such a white child was not uncommon.

Star Whisperer's eyes were, basically, like this, simply put, they were blind, but they possessed the mind's eye, which could also function as a substitute for the physical eye.

The Empire's FTL navigation relies on subspace.

Interstellar FTL communication relied on subspace as well, naturally.

The distance between galaxies was too vast, often tens or hundreds of light years.

Ordinary means of communication are seriously lagging behind, and are simply unable to meet the needs of the empire.

Subspace communication is an inevitable thing.

And the Star Whisperer is an important role for the Empire to use subspace to transmit messages.

Every star zone, sub-star zone, and star field would set up a Star Whisperer fortress to collect and forward information.

The Star Whisperer will convert the information he needs to send into a thought-dream. And then use psychic energy to send it into subspace, across the galaxy, to other Star Whisperers.

The communication between the Star Whisperers was not in words, but in thought-dreams.

The one receiving Star Whisperer needs to describe everything about the dream, which is then parsed to get the message.

To augment this sending and ensure that it is not tampered with by some being in subspace, Starseeker Fortresses often form Starseeker Choruses to augment the power of the sending and ensure that the Empire receives their message.

All of the Starseeker Fortresses and the Starseekers active in the various fleets are under the control of Terra's Starseeker Court, who replenish the Starseekers at regular intervals for each of the Fortresses.

All Star Whisperers go through a special step that shapes their abilities, the Soul Binding Ceremony.

Every so often, the Star Whisperer Court would send the screened psionics to the Imperial Palace.

These psionics would be purified by the power of the Emperor, allowing them to keep their sanity from being corrupted and consumed by the prying eyes and whispers of subspace demons.

However, the soul binding ceremony also has its risks; due to the Emperor's powerful will and psychic abilities, ordinary psychics are unable to see straight through his presence in subspace, often resulting in damage to their visual organs, causing blindness.

The more tragic ones would lose their sense of smell and hearing.

Luo Shan was considered lucky, he didn't lose everything, he merely lost his eyes.

"New information, my lord, a message for help from the Sara Galaxy, where the forces of Chaos are still ravaging the area, and the local defenders claim to have been attacked by plague warriors."

"Plague warriors??"

Kiliman frowned slightly, but was quick to stretch and make arrangements.

"Have the fleet continue towards the Industrial Galaxy-Connor, and I will lead a small force to deal with this matter."

"My lord, isn't this a bit inappropriate, you shouldn't be risking your life personally, perhaps you can just order a few company commanders to handle this matter."

Roshan opened his mouth to advise Kiliman not to go personally, but to delegate the task to others.

"No place is absolutely safe, danger is what the Protoss need to face. I need some kind of battle to stabilize the hearts of the Imperial subjects, even a paltry victory will be interpreted by those Imperial subjects who are hungry for victory as the Empire is fighting back and Chaos is losing, you understand, Roshan. They are too afraid and need victory to comfort and boost their confidence."

Kiliman looked to Roshan, who stood before him, and smiled.

"But I never thought it was a good idea, you are too important, if something happens, then who will guide the Empire?"

"I'm not a vase, I'm a protoform, a protoform with great power, I was created to help the empire win one war at a time, not to be put on a shelf and become a mascot. This concludes our conversation, I would like you to return to your post and continue to gather information from subspace, I look forward to the next message you bring."

"Roshan obeys your orders, my lord."

"Very well, go, and by the way send in Sicarius at the door, I have something to say to him."

Roshan saluted again and walked out, he understood that once a Protoss had made a decision, it was unshakeable, he could make suggestions, but they were just that, suggestions.

The authority of the Protoform was unshakeable, and when Roshan heard Kiliman's words, he walked out honestly and motioned for Sicarius to go in and look for the Protoform.