In order to return to the landing platform as soon as possible, Soshyan did not choose the way he came, but decided to take a shortcut.
Although he didn't know much about the structure of this cruiser, the overall design of the imperial warship would not change too much, and entering the landing platform from the fuel depot must be the fastest.
They battled the monsters with substance as they made their way to the nearest fuel pump room.
Because the formation is relatively compact, in order to prevent accidental damage, the Space Marines can only adopt rhythmic point shooting.
As they moved, the tactical lights on their helmets cut through the darkness and hit the steel vent pipes and vent covers above their heads.
As Soshyan fought, he noticed that the place looked well-organized and shiny, as if it had been carefully maintained.
The huge pistons in the walls were used to circulate air across the various decks, but they were quiet now, not working.
"Move forward! Pay attention behind and to both sides! Cross cover!"
he shouted as he continued deeper.
Soshyan seemed to hear some strange noise in his helmet just now, like a groan of pain or the murmur of chanting sutras, coming from a room on the right a hundred meters ahead, but when he passed by When I arrived, I found it was empty.
There was no sign of anyone, no sign of any life.
The team quickly broke through the monsters' obstruction and entered the hall of the fuel pump room.
Soshyan kept manually switching the communication frequency on his helmet between battles, but there was nothing, only the hiss of static electricity.
He felt that there was something there, incomprehensible as it was, huddled in that piece of metal.
Suddenly, a shout from behind attracted Soshyan's attention. It was the roar of a flamethrower.
One of the new recruits fired a flamethrower around, roaring, spraying promethium everywhere, setting the walls and pistons on fire.
"Careful! There may be some fuel left here!"
Although he said this, Soshyan also noticed that the flames caused some trouble to those creatures, but it would not last long.
They used their screams of primal rage to hit the warehouse walls wave after wave, tearing the fragile ventilation system to pieces.
At this time, a larger existence appeared from the ceiling.
The beast is an uncertain, vague, nightmarish being that can switch between reality and fiction at will, like an emotion rather than a physical form.
At first glance, it gives the impression of long limbs, full of tentacles, and heavy claws, but there is no natural creature that corresponds to it, and there is nothing to compare with it.
The bolt passed through it as if it were straight through the air.
But it can touch, lift a Space Marine, and even kill him.
More importantly, it seemed to have intelligence and noticed the dangerous existence of Soshyan from the beginning, so it appeared above the team and targeted Armin at the rear.
The squad leader resolutely struck back at the opponent with his chainsword.
When he slashed through the ghost, the whirring serrations on the blade went right through, just chewing the air uselessly.
"What!?"
Then the creature grabbed hold of Armin, seeming to feed off the soldiers' enthusiasm, taking a special pleasure in tearing apart armor.
Its sharp claws scratched Armin's chest like tearing through paper shells.
Armin grunted in pain as air rushed in from the cracked armor and liquid sealant dripped from the tattered armor plates.
The warrior with the flamethrower then turned his gun on the massive beast before roaring, hoping that Armin's power armor would be enough to temporarily block the heat.
He had practiced this close-range flame spray technique many times. After modulating the spray pattern from a fan shape to a linear shape, the warrior pulled the trigger.
Orange lines of fire roared through the ethereal beast like a hand waving through thick fog.
Before he fired again, the thing let out a scream so horrific it could be felt throughout the body, even in the heart and intestines, not just through the ears and brain.
Before the second line of fire arrived, the thing had begun to dissipate, leaving only a group of angry soldiers and the echo of fallen chainswords on the ground.
"Damn-!"
Armin, covered in blood, got up from the ground, and the technical sergeant immediately repaired his power armor urgently to prevent the vacuum from causing secondary damage to him.
At this time, Armin saw something and immediately shouted loudly to the warrior using the flamethrower:
"Behind you!"
The soldier turned around, and the next second, he felt something piercing his chest.
He lowered his head, feeling dizzy, and saw that an ethereal claw of his had pierced his power armor, but it could not go any further because a hot sword cut it off.
The soldier felt very cold, as if he had been thrown into space. He could still hear the roar of the monster, but the sound changed, completely turning into a painful whine.
Soshyan swallowed the cold blood welling up in his throat, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slashed at the huge beast like a hard-working lumberjack.
It wanted to retreat, but the black hole of the soul trapped him within ten meters around Soshyan like a suction force.
It dodges left and right, unable to dodge, it rushes towards the opponent, trying to fight to the death.
However, the Holy Flame Sword penetrated its head in the next second, shattering its essence.
This time, it truly dissipated into a pile of unconscious emotional debris.
"Well--!"
After annihilating a powerful enemy, Suoshiyang's legs suddenly weakened and he held his sword on the ground to prevent him from falling to his knees, but he could no longer suppress the chill in his throat.
A ball of dark red liquid spurted out from the grille of his helmet, and the moment it landed on the ground, it turned into a pile of frozen blood beads.
"Sir!"
Upon seeing this, Armin immediately stepped forward to help Soshiyang up.
"It's okay, speed up!"
Although a big one was eliminated, the smaller ones were still chasing them. Soshiyang held on to his last breath and ran hard. He already felt the chill spreading to the back of his head.
If it drags on any longer, he will pass out even if he doesn't freeze to death.
"Sir! There are too many ahead!"
The warrior holding the flamethrower chose to lead the team this time. Blood kept sliding from his power armor, but he continued to fight.
However, there is not much promethium left in the flamethrower.
"This way!"
Soshyan took a look at the environment and found that there was a passage without any monsters, so he led the team to move forward.
It stands to reason that they will not be too far from the landing platform. The key is to find the exit of the fuel pump room.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Soshyan stopped, and the others looked at him in confusion.
But at this time, what Soshyan was staring at was the auspicious device on his arm. If the feedback above was correct, the life signal had already overlapped with theirs.
In other words, something is already close to them.
