As the Lord of Divination spoke, he looked down at the auspicious display screen. There were four expanding and flashing screens on it. Each screen introduced in detail digital knowledge about the environment around the spacecraft.
"At three-quarters speed, we are still 5 minutes and 38 seconds away from our target."
So far so good, Soshyan nodded to the left side of the bridge, where the defense station was occupied by uniformed officers and attendants, who only focused on their duties.
"Keep the scanning device running and don't miss any abnormal parameters."
He ordered, not forgetting the purpose of this trip - to kill any threat in the hulk.
"Yes, Master."
An officer responded, the man's Mechanicus was his assistant. He wore a power pack on his back and had a pair of multi-jointed arms. These devices worked on a separate console. Next to him, he used his own biological fingers. The operation is the console.
Soshyan was still looking at the eyeball display.
"Getting us closer to our goal."
"My lord."
The Lord of Zhancha suddenly spoke.
"Detection shows that the target is very huge."
"Please explain 'huge' is the definition."
"Augury reports that the mass of the target is likely to be close to that of the Unbound Soul, Master."
There was a moment of silence, during which there was almost no sound on the bridge.
The loudest sound was the breathing of the communications officer, and the loudspeaker on his helmet made a harsh sound.
"Don't hold back when you speak to me. I'm not going to kill you for saying something irritating."
"Yes, my lord."
Soshyan's next question was interrupted by the eyeball monitor, and he was focused.
The screen clearly showed the ruined ship in the distance. It was not just a warship alone, but actually two or three warships together, as if some capricious and crazy god had decided to fuse them together. together.
Just as the officer described it, the opponent is indeed similar to the Unbound Soul.
At this time,
Next to the command throne was another Astartes dressed as a Terminator who stepped forward, the first company commander Maximilian.
After standing still, Mark tilted his helmet toward the eyeball display.
"The Chapter Master is really big."
Soshyan nodded without looking away - this was the largest drifting hulk he had ever seen.
"I hope there's not too much bad stuff in here, helmsman, bring us closer."
The helmsman responded softly.
"As you command, my lord."
Soshyan then said to the other Marks
"Prepare for boarding operations and call in all Terminators."
After three years of development and rest, thanks to repairs and parts exchange, the Astral Knights now have 20 complete sets of Terminator armors, in addition to Soshyan's own set, and two full tactical squads, 16 of which are of the Unyielding type. , 4 sets of iron cavalry type.
These Terminators are controlled by senior veterans within the Chapter, belong to the most elite 1st Company, and most of the time exist as Soshyan's Honor Guard.
"of."
Mark nodded, turned around and left with heavy steps.
When Soshyan sat on the metal throne again, he stared at the eyeball display that gradually grew larger, and those twisted outlines and spires began to appear.
"This thing is a big problem."
As the Unbound Soul gets closer and closer to its target, it seems to be completely eclipsed in the distant sun and shadow.
About ten minutes later, two pods exploded out of the cabin in the belly of the spacecraft, twisting through space like drills until they hit the ruined city and the decaying hull of the ship.
At the same time, on the bridge of the Unbound Soul, two signals pulsed back to the communication array, which was now controlled by the battle group's fleet leader, Fourth Captain Lothar.
The first voice in the communication was very soft, accentuated by the crackling sound.
Dye, the second one is short and sharp.
"The first team here, we are coming in."
"Team 2, arrive inside."
Then a third voice sounded, coming from Soshyan.
"All teams, gather in the lobby where we have been positioned."
The angels moved through the darkness, Loken following behind.
He still didn't understand why Soshyan asked him to follow them, but he obeyed duty without questioning.
Knowing that this trip was dangerous, he put on his strong bulletproof armor - although it was nothing compared to the fully sealed Astartes armor of the demigods, it could at least give him some psychological comfort. .
Accompanying him was, in addition to Soshyan, a team of 10 Terminators.
After the aircraft stabilized, he followed the armored giants down the gunship ramp and entered the darkness in the distance.
"Sir, I have a question?"
Walking to the front was Soshyan, who heard a voice entering his communicator.
To answer that question, he needed to manually switch channels and adjust a frequency dial built into the control panel on his left arm.
"Priest Loken, I promised that I will ensure your safety. Since Brother Rogers has gone to Mars, you are the only one in the group who can analyze those ancient technologies, so I have to take you with me."
Perhaps hearing the seriousness in Soshyan's tone, Loken hesitated for a moment unconsciously. In just a few seconds, he had already fallen behind the Astartes, and he immediately jogged to keep up with their pace. .
The darkness around him made his skin stand on end, and the only sound was that of the Space Marines walking about.
Although useful, the light emitters mounted on the side of his helmet emitted a faint light no matter where he looked.
A beam of dim amber light shot back and forth in front of him, illuminating the darkness, but the light was so thin and dim that it was almost useless.
The spotlight swept over the arched walls made of unpolished metal and the gantry-like floor decoration, and after a few minutes it came into view - a corpse.
Soshyan glanced at the corpse - human, male, frozen in the heatless darkness. He might have been dead for a week, or a hundred years. Time is difficult to define in subspace.
All corruption and confusion cease when the container is closed and open to the void.
A layer of frost formed a second skin in the form of crystals, covering everything from the walls to the deck to the tortured face of the deceased.
"Everyone, please pay attention to your surroundings and fire at any time if there is any abnormal movement."
As they continue to move forward, they
I encountered three more corpses, each as frozen as the first, each pressed tightly against the tomb-like metal floor of the corridor.
Soshyan touched the wound closest to him that was frozen hard with his fingertips. The result was a pink mass of minced meat that was scattered into powder like broken bones - these corpses may be older than he expected.
Loken walked around them, recording how each corpse was brutally cut open in one piece.
He had seen wounds like this before, but only at a holographic creature exhibition. Although he was not a biological sage, he could still make the most basic judgments.
"A true genestealer."
Loken let out a sigh or a whisper on the channel.
"Guys, be careful."
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