"Sir, I still have some things to report."
At this time, the chief navigator stepped forward.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
"That ship's warp drive was behaving strangely."
Soshyan frowned because of the navigator's unclear words.
"Be specific, what did you see?"
"Please forgive the vagueness of my words. For a person with normal vision, it is difficult for me to describe clearly. Some... something is moving in the Geller force field of that battleship. It looks like subspace debris. In fact, it exists inside the ship, but this is impossible to happen."
"What does this mean to us?"
Before the other party could answer, Soshyan's attention was diverted by other changes.
"Sir, the enemy ship is turning, trying to escape from the subspace rift, and the distance to us is closing."
"Adjust 2° to left and prepare to fire starboard."
At this time, the rapid siren diverted everyone's attention, and an operator monitoring the scanning array stood up to report.
"The enemy ship is activating void shields and warp engines, my lord."
There was panic in his voice.
"Avoid at full speed, full left rudder!"
Soshyan gave a loud order. Apparently the other party thought they were going to escape, and they had to chase them even if they were trying to create a tidal wave in the subspace cracks.
"The torpedo warhead separated from the propeller."
The monotonous voice of the weapons servitors returned.
Soshyan then looked at the main projection screen, as did Thor, Sevita, and others.
The torpedo thrusters accomplished their mission, launching warheads toward unknown ships, three of which were destroyed by interceptor fire.
There was only one, running towards its target.
The flash then flashed a few times in response.
The next second, the space around the enemy ship suddenly ignited with colorful lights, and violent energy poured out from the cracks in the subspace like a rainbow.
The Void Shield attempts to transfer a flow of pure energy without attributes back to the subspace itself, forming a cycle between the subspace and the physical universe. This is also the mechanism of its operation.
Obviously, this torpedo can't play a big role.
But the goal has been achieved. Due to the interference of the torpedoes, the opponent turned to focus on intercepting external firepower.
When it realized that the Glory Saber was turning around, it immediately closed its void shield and prepared to speed up the pursuit.
"Prepare for long-distance teleportation!"
Soshyan suddenly issued a new order? The mortals around him were shocked.
"grown ups?"
Ghetsis said nervously. His arms were trembling with excitement.
"Is this wise? No matter who they are, the risk of teleportation is too high? We can still..."
Soshyan put his palm on the scabbard and stroked the hilt.
"Make sure the multi-front irradiators are ready for transmission in three minutes, Captain Gages."
"Of course? My lord."
Soon, the Astartes on the entire battleship were assembled in the teleportation room. In addition to the two injured previously, there were a total of 10 participants in the gang-hopping operation plus Sevatar.
What they are about to challenge is a large cruiser.
Generally speaking, if the opponent is also an Astartes, then at least hundreds of warriors will be deployed on a battleship of this level.
No matter which angle you look at it? Their behavior is similar to suicide.
But Soshyan had no choice.
"...Three, two, one!"
As the speed of light transmission started, he felt that his consciousness was amplified, and reality began to blur.
In an instant, he felt frivolous tentacles like feathers wrapping around him, wrapping his body, his mind, and his soul with a warm touch.
"Don't be nervous? I will protect you."
A soft voice rang in his ears, and the strong nausea caused by teleportation disappeared.
Then, with a deafening sound, he appeared in an unfamiliar environment. Invisible lightning flew around his power armor, and then quickly disappeared into nothingness.
He looked around at the things around him and slowly and cautiously held the scabbard.
Apart from him, the other 9 people were also accurately teleported to this place. This was a transfer workshop where supplies, small trailers and scattered containers could be seen everywhere.
At the same time, he also clearly saw the destruction caused by this transmission.
Rubble and corpses were scattered everywhere around them, and the ground was covered with dark depressions caused by multiple explosions. Most of the corpses were wearing shabby work clothes, and some were wearing robes and masks with the fallen eight-pointed star of chaos printed on them.
There is no doubt that this is a warship controlled by a Chaos traitor.
"Battle formation assembled."
After giving the order, Soshyan switched the chat channel to Savita's personal communication.
"You're familiar with this place. You should know how to get to the bridge."
"Of course, we're lucky, it's not far from the bridge."
Sevatar picked up his chainsaw halberd and pointed at a door on the right.
"Go here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door burst open.
Soshyan saw a large group of people rushing into the transfer workshop from the gate.
They are all human - or were human.
Most of these crew members have skin as pale as corpses, their eyes are dark, their skin is ulcerated and dilapidated, and they walk crookedly.
Everyone has the mark of Chaos - which turns them into slaves of the dark power. They can only use their souls and bodies to survive for a moment. When they open their mouths and howl, you can see all kinds of things. Protruding sharp teeth.
Some of them have even grown mutated limbs and horns.
They kept coming, overflowing from the gates on both sides or stumbling closer from the far end, as if there was no upper limit to their number.
Maybe there are hundreds of people, maybe there are thousands of people.
Swarming like piranhas smelling blood, they surrounded the Astral Knights in a sea of heathen blood and blood, firing shotguns and pistols.
"Okay, let's start our grand gambling game."
Sevatar let out a dull laugh, and then his chainsaw halberd roared.
Soshyan slowly drew his sword.
"Soldiers, free them and punish them. No one...will be left behind!"
"For the Emperor!"
The soldiers roared, raised their bolt guns, and fired at the infidels with their muzzles flashing.
But the gradually thinning crowd did not disperse. The heretics continued to advance, unconsciously stepping into the web of fire woven by the retreating Astral Knights, and fell in pieces.
Then the Astral Knights began to move, running and shooting, not missing any target.
Those fallen mortals could only die wailing.
But this was just the most merciful way to die. When the Crow Prince wielding a chain saw and halberd crashed into the crowd, the blood and minced meat spilled were like a pouring rain, setting off a bloody storm in the enclosed space.
He is like a living meat grinder. Any object within three meters of his body will be minced. As long as he passes through a dense crowd, there will be large blanks and a large amount of tissue residue that can make people slip to the ground.
Even Soshyan didn't have much chance to take action.
Just like that, he rushed out of the transfer workshop and ran all the way to the bridge hall.
