Because the power supply system was destroyed, the lights here had been extinguished. Inquisitor Marcus blinked and adjusted the night vision compensation of his tactical goggles, and advanced cautiously.
Although he knew that his luck had always been bad, he never expected it to be this bad.
I originally thought that the station was still under the control of the Loyalists. Unexpectedly, as soon as the front leg arrived, the rear leg of the Astra Militarum was defeated and fled to the west bank of the river in embarrassment.
Marcus promised that if he had been around the guy who was commanding this battle, he would have killed that bastard without hesitation. (A certain big shot-blocker shook his body)
To make matters worse, some bastard blew up all the bridges on the river.
So he and his entourage were thrown directly on the west bank.
That would be fine, but the Astra Militarum completely destroyed the station's power generation system before leaving, which completely frustrated Marcus' plan to use a high-power communicator.
So the only thing he can do now is to leave this ghost place full of heretics and demons as soon as possible, and then go to his second safe house, where he has hidden a shuttle that can help him leave the planet.
He has no hope of victory, and has no concern for the Astra Militarum. He only needs to wait for the Inquisition's extermination fleet to arrive, and then destroy the entire planet and everything on it.
This was the only plan he felt was feasible at the moment.
So after lurking near the station for a while, he planned to use the drainage system of the station to reach somewhere on the river embankment one kilometer away, and then cross the river bed when night fell.
What they are now in is the drainage system of the station.
This is an ancient system that has been transformed many times. A large number of passages extend underground. Some have collapsed due to disrepair, while others were abandoned before construction was completed. He must find it in the complex and unfamiliar terrain. Correct route.
This is almost impossible for a normal person, but Marcus is obviously not a "normal person".
They were now Channel 2, the center of the drainage system, and from here all the way down - about five hundred meters - its branches connected smaller channels, each sealed by a rusty iron gate.
"Did you find anything?"
The boss Verne said cautiously that he has been in a state of nervousness since he arrived here - Verne has always had mild claustrophobia due to his early service experience. According to him, he was once trapped in Five whole days in a small cargo hold.
"No, there are currently no signs of life."
Marcus said, moving on.
The team walked slowly down the central passage, and Marcus could hear the faint sounds of fighting outside through his psychic perception.
When those guys retreated, at least they were not without resistance. At least they attracted the enemy's attention, but Marcus felt that even if they retreated to the other side of the river, there would be no good results. There were too many heretics, and sooner or later they would be defeated. Submerged - even if they blow up the only bridge.
"The third room on the right."
Halfway through, Marcus said softly, pointing to a pair of sliding doors thirty meters ahead.
Everyone moved forward cautiously, but for some reason, Marcus seemed to hear a faint hissing sound, like the static sound of a machine.
He stopped, turned around and asked:
"Did you hear that?"
Chandler stared at him blankly, confused.
"What did you hear?"
"nothing."
Marcus don't look back, keep moving forward.
"Maybe it's an auditory hallucination."
They reached the passage, and the door was locked and barred, just like the other passages.
"lean back."
After Marcus finished speaking, he took out a professional acid capsule from his belt. If a gun is used in this place, the sound will travel far and may cause unnecessary trouble.
As he moved, he suddenly heard a dull thud, and then felt the rapid movement of stale air.
So Marcus instinctively turned around and held the gun in one hand.
"What's--"
He opened his mouth to speak and noticed something flashing past him.
"Target!"
Verne shouted, firing his rifle.
A burst of lasers shot down the passage, smashing into the wall with a clanking sound.
Chandler joined him, firing into the darkness, and a storm of gunfire erupted in the small space.
"Ceasefire!"
Marcus shouted, Malthus, who had escaped from the needle pistol, did not pull the trigger.
The last echoes of the shots fell silent, and the underground passages were once again plunged into darkness, wisps of smoke rising from the ravaged ground.
Verne forcefully replaced his rifle with a new energy magazine.
"What it is?"
Malthus muttered that he saw nothing, which was unacceptable for an assassin.
Marcus' mind was racing at high speed, thinking about how something could get so close without leaving any trace in his mind.
Thinking of this, he raised his hand and pressed the eyepiece. He felt the hot, dusty air wash over his face, and after stripping away the artificial coloring of the night vision goggles, everything was black.
He still saw no sign of whatever had just tried to attack them.
At this moment, the Inquisitor felt the fragility of his mortal existence - nearly blind, trapped underground with something he couldn't feel.
"What are you doing?"
Chandler looked at him confused.
“My teacher once told me, when all else fails.”
As Marcus answered, he reached out and took out a low-intensity special incendiary bomb and lit it - this incendiary bomb is special to the Tribunal and is made from the brains of psykers. It can illuminate certain invisible objects. thing.
"Just use the eyes we were born with, a gift from the Emperor to us."
He hurled the Molotov cocktail down the long corridor and listened as it bounced off the walls.
It was burning brightly, casting a dark red light around it. During the brief illumination time, Marcus suddenly concentrated and spread his psychic field.
For a moment, he finally saw it, and saw something black crouching on the ground ten meters away, pressing tightly against the far wall.
It was something approximately human-shaped, but with a snake-shaped lower body and six arms. The lines on its body were like veins composed of silver threads and nodes.
As soon as the fire went out, the figure jumped up from the wall and rushed towards them.
"Fire!"
The enemy jumped towards them, running at an uncanny speed in the light of the fire.
Verne struck it, penetrating its left shoulder, but it continued on unimpaired.
"Kill it!"
Marcus fired while retreating, aiming at the flickering silhouette of the figure - he was really unlucky to be able to run into a demon in such a place.
At this time, Verne suddenly screamed.
Marcus saw steel claws flash in the darkness, slicing through Verne's armor as if it were a scrap of paper.
"Old pipe!"
He shouted, feeling something strange behind him. He twisted his waist and fired, but there was no gunshot - his magazine was empty.
The enemy was staring at him, and at that moment, the masked face was illuminated by the firelight.
