Gurth led the Space Marines of the Sting Team as they groped their way inside the transport ship.
Arriving at a fork in a pipeline, Gurt took out a tactical tablet.
On the screen, several small green dots were approaching the transport ship from all directions. This was the arrival of the Ultramarines from other teams.
As the first team to break into the transport ship, Gurt maintained sufficient caution and patience.
The team formed a tactical formation and searched inside the transport ship. Gurth raised his hand from time to time to confirm that the signal on the tactical panel was stable.
In particular, the signal for transmitting coordinates is stable.
Fortunately, judging from the feedback received from the cruiser, there was no problem with the transmission, and the Sossaran was always ready to transmit the soldiers back to the battleship.
Fu Qinghai was in the center of the team. As the team progressed, he felt a little strange.
The Abominable Worm is a transport ship that does not require as many servitors and crew as a battleship to operate.
But there are too few people here.
Unlike the temporary fortifications and fronts built by the Word Bearers outside the battleship based on complex terrain, the Stinger team has not encountered any resistance inside the transport ship so far. The enemy seems to have deployed defensive forces outside the transport ship.
The entire defense circle on the surface turned into three hollow buns with thick skin and small fillings.
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At this time, in the main control room of another transport ship.
Different from the noisy gunfire outside, it was unusually quiet here. Clofa sat in his seat and thought quietly.
A Word Bearer warrior with blood on his armor came in, took off his helmet, knelt on one knee, and said:
"Sir, all the Ultramarines have broken through our outer defenses."
"Very good, we can start the next step of the plan." Krofa tapped his fingers on the armrest of the seat and said with satisfaction.
The Word Bearer kneeling on the ground hesitated and asked:
"Sir... do we really want to sacrifice all those people?"
"Huh?" Clofa's yellow eyes suddenly became sharp, "Are you questioning my decision, DeWitt?"
"No, it's not..." The Word Bearer warrior kneeling on one knee was a little panicked. He quickly denied it, quietly raised his head and looked at Clofa's face, and said cautiously:
"These people are the sacrifices designated by Lord Ari Bass. If we sacrifice them here, I'm worried...I'm worried about Lord Ari Bass..."
DeWitt kept talking and stopped talking.
"Hmph." Clofa snorted coldly, "Do you think I don't know the purpose of these sacrifices?"
Krofa's voice deepened: "Listen, DeWitt, I don't care what relationship you had with Ari Bass before. I am the commander of this transport fleet."
"Yes, yes...Sir." DeWitt quickly lowered his head, not daring to look into Clofa's eyes.
"Yes, I know that these sacrifices are urgently needed on the front line of Terra. So now I ask you to move your rigid head and think about it. If we don't use these sacrifices, what will we do with the ones in our hands?" How can we fight against the Ultramarines with this pitiful force and three transport ships without macro cannons, lances and torpedoes? If the Ultramarines intercept them, or we will be trapped with these three transport ships On this damn planet, for Master Ari Bass who is in the solar system...is there any difference!?"
When he said the last sentence, Clofa almost shouted.
"No, there is no difference..." DeWitt lowered his head even lower.
Looking at the obedient DeWitt in front of him, Clofa snorted coldly, stood up, walked back and forth a few steps, and asked:
"Is the altar functioning properly?"
"The technical priests of the Dark Mechanicus are watching. Everything is normal."
"Are the sacrifices ready?"
"Ready, my lord."
"Well..." Krofa, who was pacing back and forth, touched his chin and thought, and made another decision:
"You bring the psyker who can block teleportation witchcraft to the main control room, and arrange the other psykers and mutants to ambush points. By the way, you screen out those who are weak and useless. Guys, sacrifice them too."
"Yes, sir." DeWitt responded simply, stood up and took the order.
When DeWitt walked out of the hatch of the main control room, Clofa's deep voice came from behind:
"Remember, DeWitt, regardless of whether the solar system is considered the frontline of the battle, for us, the place where the enemies of the Four Gods exist is the frontline!"
…
Hiroshi Tateshita stayed in a cabin with many reincarnations.
Traitors are the ones who are most likely to suspect others of betrayal. The traitor legions do not fully trust this group of psykers and mutants who come to claim themselves as followers of the Four Gods.
Although they were in the same transport ship, they were not allowed to move around freely.
The sounds of battle as the Ultramarines broke into the transport ship could be heard faintly, and some of the weaker Samsaras began to tremble.
At this time, the cabin door opened, and DeWitt, covered in blood, led several Word Bearers warriors and stepped into the cabin accompanied by the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke that had just returned from the battlefield.
Two or three reincarnations quickly stood up and looked at DeWitt flatteringly, like dogs waiting for their master's orders.
DeWitt looked around with cold goggles, and the voice came from the loudspeaker of the neck armor:
"You, you, and you, follow him to the ambush point."
DeWitt raised his hand and hit several reincarnators.
Among them was the woman in black who was carrying a stick wrapped in cloth.
Several people stood up and followed a Word Bearer warrior out of the hatch.
"You, go to Master Crofa's control room."
DeWitt pointed at Hiroshi Tateshita.
Tatexia Hong quickly stood up and followed a Word Bearer warrior out.
"The rest of you, follow me." After saying that, DeWitt turned around and walked out of the cabin.
The remaining reincarnations looked at each other and followed DeWitt out of the hatch hesitantly.
The brown-red bearded Belensky and the hunchbacked masked woman were among the remaining people.
The bearded Belensky never forgets to hug his long metal can tightly wherever he goes, and the hunched woman follows him quietly.
Several reincarnators followed Dewit, walking in the dark corridor. The pale lights above their heads flickered indistinctly, reflecting the tall backs of the Space Marines in front of them.
while walking.
"No, Belensky, this is wrong!" The hunchbacked and masked woman suddenly grabbed the bearded middle-aged man and said in Polish in a low voice.
Belensky stopped, turned around and asked:
"Huh? What's wrong? What's wrong?"
The hunchbacked and masked woman slowly slowed down her steps. Her vigilant eyes under the veil looked directly at the leading Word Bearers Space Marine in front and said:
"I don't know, but my gut tells me this is wrong."
She turned her ricket-protruding head left and right, and made a hissing sound from her mouth.
"The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger. We are walking towards a place with a strong smell of blood." The hunchbacked woman whispered into Belensky's ear.
Belensky was stunned, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should continue walking.
However, the hunchbacked and masked woman looked around smartly. Before DeWitt turned around to check the situation, she grabbed Belensky's hand and dove into a hole in a nearby pipe.
Belensky was pulled by the hunchbacked woman, staggered, fell into the narrow pipe, and lay on the wall of the pipe.
The hunchbacked woman stood on all fours strangely, running forward as nimble and fast as an animal, never forgetting to look back and shout:
"Get up, run, Belensky, run!"
The bearded man, who was just an ordinary person, hurriedly got up, holding his long metal can in one hand, kneeling on the ground and crawling forward on his hands and feet.
DeWitt, who turned around to check the situation behind him, happened to see the hunchbacked woman pulling the bearded man into the hole in the pipe.
A Word Bearer Space Marine next to him also saw it. He immediately pulled out his bolter and asked:
"Sir?"
DeWitt raised his hand and held down the subordinate who was about to go over. He stood still and said:
"Let them go, the sacrifice is important, don't waste time on these two people."
As mentioned before, the passages and pipelines inside a spaceship are very complicated. Many narrow places can only accommodate servitors and mortals lying down, and it is impossible for a space warrior to enter them.
Now that some of the Ultramarines have entered the interior of the transport ship, instead of wasting time and manpower searching for two unimportant ordinary people, it is better to seize the time and get down to business.
The subordinate nodded, and he retreated to the end of the team. The two of them, one behind the other, continued to move forward with the reincarnations between them.
The sudden change made the remaining reincarnations look at each other in confusion. They didn't know why the two people suddenly ran away, but they always felt that it would not be a good thing.
But surrounded by two heavily armed Astartes, everyone had no choice but to continue moving forward in silence.
The bearded middle-aged scholar and the hunchbacked masked woman just disappeared into the deep pipe maze of the transport spacecraft.
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