The roaring Thunderhawk directly broke through the fragile part of the flying Tallan's hull. This kind of civilian ship did not have as many armor belts as the military ship, so the Thunderhawk was sufficient for boarding the ship.
The moment he entered the hull, Soshyan suddenly realized that maybe what he had just seen was real - the hull had begun to breathe.
But it was still metal, and it screamed as the beam tore it apart.
When the Thunderhawk landed, Soshyan immediately ordered the team to assemble, and their goal was to go to the bridge on the upper deck.
Only Team Ustad plus Chaplains and Techmarines followed Soshyan on this boarding. As the airlock doors burst open, twelve Space Marines rushed into the corridors of the corrupted ship.
"What's this--"
The corridor was filled with a purple mist, like a miasma of heady aroma and pheromones.
Soshyan snorted in disgust, and the miasma exploded under the storm that froze his soul.
As he walked down the corridor, the mist clinging to various objects receded.
He noticed the ugly shadow in the turbulence of subspace, but in the face of the powerful power of gray marrow, the raging of subspace in the material world calmed down. The material world once again appeared in this subspace crack, and the continuity of the scene also changed. Cease to exist.
The corruption of the Warp was temporarily burned away with cold fury, and the filth that followed the Warp receded before him.
The corridor was wide, with enough room for two Space Marines to advance side by side.
But Soshyan took the lead, walking a few steps ahead of the team.
Because the other battle brothers all wear power armor, only Soshyan wears a stronger Terminator. After a year of hard work, he has initially mastered the control skills of the Terminator. Although it still needs to be improved, the use of it has been fully completed. no problem.
As Sevatar said, only after you truly put on this powerful armor can you truly realize that it gives you more than just defense.
At this moment, Soshyan could clearly feel that every taut metal muscle fiber contained explosive energy, waiting for him to release.
The ground vibrated with every step he took, and even the hum of the servo itself made the air vibrate.
Compared to the warriors behind him, he, who was already very tall, truly looked like a giant at this time, just like the sons of gods who had passed away or fallen...
Along the way, everyone was cautiously aware of their surroundings.
The corridors were decorated with tapestries that had been corrupted, the original appearance of the paintings still visible, just corrupted enough to be seen as desecrated.
Solemn ceremonies turned into obscene orgies, scenes of triumph into celebrations of atrocities, human heroes twisted and deformed, limbs elongated and graceful, writhing in blood.
Even the fabrics of the tapestries were corrupted, throbbing like worms and organs, writhing without air movement.
In front of these tapestries, the door to the bridge is open.
"The enemy must know we are here."
Ustad glanced both sides with his bolter.
"Where are they?"
"It looks like they ran away in fear before we got here. Where is the expected fight?"
Roglis said half-jokingly, but Soshiyan knew he was really looking forward to the fight and he had prepared a lot of new things.
The team moved on, but the hall was unusually empty.
"Guys, be patient."
Chaplain Yazdan is always the most nervous and vigilant person, and he has a strong hatred for these warp enemies.
"Especially you, Rogris, the enemies will come."
But Soshyan was also confused. The ship had been severely corrupted, and he even expected that there might be an ambush in the corridor.
But why would those demons leave an intact entrance to the bridge?
The Astral Knights passed through the door. Although it was beyond recognition, the ship was still running, and some important machine spirits had not yet been affected.
The upper deck was not contaminated to the point of being inoperable at all, allowing the flying Tallarn to be guided to a destination.
But other places have been gripped by madness.
The walls and vaulted ceilings were painted with blood and guts, and giant runes covered the original artwork - snarling, twisted things that sought to titillate the human brain, to evoke with touch their most primal, Worst nightmare.
Ahead of the road appeared a pile of debris, on top and around it were metal crosses on which the crew and servants had been crucified and beheaded. What's even more terrifying is that their soulless, restless bodies are still twisting in endless pain.
Death has become a luxury here.
Soshyan stopped in front of the wreckage.
"They opened the door specifically just to let us see this. The enemy wanted someone to see their work."
His angry voice came from the helmet's respirator.
"Well, we've seen that, now purge these poor souls!"
Rogris randomly walked forward with his enhanced flamethrower. This weapon can compress the flame into a line and spray it far away, or it can also form a huge fan in front.
After the technical sergeant pulled the trigger, the holy flames ignited the holy oil and released its white breath, freeing the twitching corpses.
The crucifix also turned to black coal.
Soshyan turned from the flames and watched the traces of the warp, looking for any sign of attack.
The subspace here is even more chaotic, and unknown forces are surging.
"What do you feel, Chapter Master?"
the priest demanded.
"The warp is churning."
"Where does the confusion come from?"
"At the intersection."
They came in through the starboard door, and the port door was also open.
"They want to attack us from both sides."
They were now in the center of the viaduct, facing the intersection ahead. The enemy seemed to have no intention of holding on, but was preparing to launch an attack.
"What are your orders, Chapter Master?"
"This is a tragic trap and our enemies are not ready to deal with us."
"What's the meaning?"
The priest asked curiously that he did not know as much as Soshyan about the power of subspace, because Thor and Brother Said had always only taught Soshyan this forbidden knowledge.
"Now, the subspace turbulence has only reached a level that makes us feel that we may be attacked."
Soshyan pointed to the wreckage.
"This blasphemous thing may have to wait for centuries before anyone can see it, but it does not provide much power to the creation of Chaos. In order to attack us, the enemy has to gather the only strength it has, but on the other hand the entire ship The ships have been corrupted by powerful forces."
"What conclusion did you draw?"
"This level of corruption requires huge power, but it is not the demons on the ship now. They can't do this. The real power behind the corruption is no longer here. What we will face is just what it left behind. Mark of corruption."
The priest nodded, finally understanding what Soshyan meant.
"Then we have to know where it went and what it was, so we need navigational records of the ship."
Then he glanced at the corrupted workstation.
"But there's no way we can find that information here."
"Then let's go to the captain's cabin."
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