Chapter 265 Tearing the Sky apart
12 jets, this number is the limit of the backpack. After pouring in a large amount of additional energy fuel, the high-power motor makes a violent sound, propelling the giant with pure explosive force and almost burning high temperature to spread its wings.
As a price, the extremely strong flight backpack is being dissolved, and the heat core engine compressed into countless refined iron and energy-gathering crystals is being pushed forward unconsciously, with power, but only that.
So many sacrifices, what are they getting in exchange for now? It’s flight, flight. The Master Chief is flying. The fierce wind has brushed against his dark and shriveled skin. The pupils of his eyeballs have been turned pale by various storms. His arms are withered, like charcoal. It was riddled with wounds, and it was hard to imagine that this once heroic warrior was now as terrifying as a demon.
He was holding the Falcon Sword. Now, the complex automatic sensors could not provide him with correct guidance. The roars of his brothers were no longer there. Even the relationship with the battle group had become indifferent. To be precise, in addition to the damage to the skin in front of him, And all that could be felt was the pressure exerted by the cold and wind, and only the gleaming psychic nightmare in the pitch black.
At this moment, he himself couldn't tell what was supporting him in making this crazy choice, but he knew clearly that it was not the emperor, but the feeling of trusting something, trusting in victory, hope, that was what resided in the hearts of people in the dark technological age. Not clear about good or bad feelings.
Those things complicatedly drive the body to do those things, not faith or worship, but really for themselves, for the war group, and for the brothers.
The Sun Lord's light can protect the Eagle of Destruction from being feared like other Space Marines wandering in the turbulent areas of the Maelstrom. Skadi can allow them to fulfill their duties to the Empire and share the pressure of recruitment on the Ghost Peak.
His brothers could thrive on this planet, and those recruits and veterans became the new Imperial Angels under the protection of Lord Skadi, so he could give up all hope just for the uncertain future.
Therefore, his hand holding the blade became tighter and tighter, and the flashing spiritual energy in front of him became stronger, but it was still flickering. The subspace, the supreme sky, the nightmare that has haunted him since the birth of human history, is making this poor man... , a hateful person, turned into a bridge between the real universe and the realm of chaos.
The fierce hurricane caressed his body, the wind pressure, the load, those things that mortals couldn't bear were wreaking havoc on his body, but his blade was sharper and more flickering, waving his weapon like the dark spiritual focus. .
It was as fast as a bullet passing by, with only a trace of blood moistening the Master Chief's body. Like an arrow, he flew up from the place called despair.
He cut something, but now he couldn't see clearly. Only the warm liquid with the smell of blood told the giant of his success. The psychic storm gradually subsided, and then came the extremely powerful and deeply buried body. Desire to live.
Survive, his emotions, body, and desires are roaring. The jetpack is burning. He needs to put it down. He almost instinctively presses the release button of the backpack. The small mechanism that links the gauntlet ensures that countless space warriors can get what they need when they need it. I will always fiddle with my flight permissions at will, but this time, this simple and efficient thing has been melted to a certain extent by the hot steam of the backpack and is no longer sensitive.
"Damn, damn!" The Master Chief began to increase his strength, but he quickly gave up the backpack and used his power directly on the metal wings that kept flying him into the sky and exploded immediately.
He used all his strength with his only arm to hold down the emergency escape device on his gauntlet, and then pressed outwards hard. The metal beam was pulled straight and weak by him. There were constant cracking sounds. The Master Chief could clearly feel that he was The veins appearing all over the body were wailing like tears, and the joints were creaking and roaring.
However, now that he has gone all out to face death, now he wants to live! To live! And the terrifying huge strength of the Space Marine did what he wished. In the choice of breaking bones and breaking away from the backpack, luck chose him again.
Knock, click, the wailing sound of mechanical metal, the weak links of the composite ceramic armor loosened under the force. The terrifying solidity of the elite imperial machinery almost became the tomb of the interstellar warriors. After the Master Chief felt a lightness in his body, his whole body broke away. Backpack.
The metal wings that sprayed heat continued to move forward, until they reached a very high place and suddenly exploded, turning into bright red flowers like fireworks and countless scattered metal pieces.
The Master Chief was panting. He had no strength left, and his desire to survive finally dissipated. He allowed his huge body to fall downwards, and his journey seemed to end here.
At the same time, the Astropaths in the Astropath Fortress who were threatened by psychic backlash also survived. Their robes became messy due to the sweep of psychic energy, and the nobility that once served as the Holy Knot of the Prophet and the Messenger of the Emperor was gone. live.
But they stayed where they were, with their heads lowered, tears streaming from their blank eyes, and silently mourning for a certain hero, because they knew that this death was all caused by them, and it was only a matter of time before the Master Chief fell.
For those beings who use spiritual energy to perceive the physical universe through subspace, the time in the eyes of astropaths has been blurred. If time for normal people is a line, theirs is probably a map, but many of them are covered up by the gods of chaos. place makes it a puzzle again.
Therefore, they do not deny the absoluteness of the prophecy, but they do not agree with the uniqueness. There are various interpretations, but now the death of the Master Chief is actually a certainty in the eyes of those psykers.
The lack of psychic energy caused by the war and their own fatigue prevented those powerful psychics from helping the Master Chief. Their own special characteristics allowed them to see this happen early. This kind of sadness is probably the most terrifying thing in the world. Something, that is knowing that it is destined...
Countless people in history have proven that divination, prophecy, and more escape or obedience will bring them closer. Therefore, those who know the outcome early can only mourn for those who are still alive, which is ironic and sad.
But there is no shortage of stupid people in this world. A Thunderhawk gunship streaked across the sky, and the strange, almost square war engine flashed like lightning. The fourth company commander of the Destruction Eagle sat in it, letting the wind hit his face. He also carefully looked at the war situation on the ground, and his body was now full of craters and traces of death, but compared to himself, he just asked the radio fiercely. "We have arrived at the Star Language Fortress, one kilometer away! Specific coordinates, specific coordinates!"
After the first mission of attacking the low-Earth orbit turret was over and they set up a temporary base around the turret, the fourth company commander began to communicate with the troops of the Astropathic Fortress through the baptismal fire.
But after analyzing the information very quickly, those bad things urged him to come as fast as possible. The Thunderhawk gunship, which can now swim in the universe, turned bright red due to air friction, and its speed reached its limit.
The layered composite material composed of a titanium rolled plate covered with an ablated ceramic steel layer successfully ensures that its powerful body can advance at extremely fast speeds inside the atmosphere.
Each RX-92-00 can now be used as a powerful rocket booster, and since the gunship's fusion engine reactor provides fuel, the forward-facing turbofan section of the engine can be isolated from the exhaust port and combustion chamber.
Nowadays, the fuel produced by the continuous roar of the reactor is pumped into the combustion chamber. After combustion, it produces a high-pressure and high-speed gas flow that cuts through the entire sky and cuts through the gray haze after the rain like a blade.
The cooling tail airflow cut the entire sky like a triangular cross section, and the few remaining warriors of the Space Marines and Imperial Guard looked towards the sky.
"A Thunderhawk?! Is it a support sergeant?" Captain Jeske, wrapped in a gray cloth used to dry his body, drank a tasteless vitamin supplement, and shouted to the soldiers who came to report to the medical area next to the command area.
The captain pushed his way through the painful wounded gathered around the hospital bed and kept mumbling.
"Okay! Okay, okay..." He started to look excited, then quickly became happy, and finally felt a little lonely, because he was indeed happy about the rescue of the Space Marines, but soon found that as a mortal body, he was so close to those angels, But they couldn't help.
Mortals, mortal bodies, may all be said to be the Emperor's heirs and warriors, but everyone knows the real difference. Space Marines are not mortals, and mortals are definitely not Space Marines.
They were once comrades-in-arms, but now the Captain could not save the men and women who died in the war, nor could he save the Master Chief who destroyed the Eagle.
He suddenly picked up the medical alcohol, mixed the stuff into a kettle and drank it in one gulp. Ignoring the surprised gaze of the field priest next to him, he smelled the unique and holy atmosphere of the peaceful incense in the camp and prayed to his God Emperor for victory. and brother's return.
he shouted suddenly. "The Space Marines are coming! To save their war brothers, for the Emperor, for their brothers, while we can only stand by and watch..."
"At least, let us pray, let us pray to save our hero..."
The helplessness of mortals is the reason why this world is dark and cruel. No matter how great or smart you are, as long as you are not good at psychic powers or do not accept transformation, you will only live a hundred years, with a weak body and a short memory. You will be in the empire for ten thousand years. In history, such gravel cannot even have a splash of water.
At this moment, in the sky and on the ground, heroes and wounded, their identities are just like their physical differences. When the battle is over, no one will remember the sacrifices of the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment and the 154th Infantry Regiment, and no one will clearly give up singing the praise of the defeat of the heresy. Space Marines, and remember the Imperial Guard stationed at a position of up to a hundred men.
This universe is so cruel, as if the empire's millions of lives are destined to be unable to make waves.
One kilometer is not far away for a gunboat that can sail freely in deep space. When the fourth company commander's target indicator and intelligence locked on the focused energy very quickly, it was a bright red explosion that made people subconsciously pay attention.
The falling Master Chief was indeed found to be falling continuously below. In the devastation, the fourth company commander tried his best to shout with the grid device, which could be concealed by the engine and air flow.
No matter how loudly the Fourth Company shouted, they could not convey those sounds. Without preparation, the Thunderhawk's extremely fast speed would tear the Master Chief apart, and he had to make the Space Marine prepare his posture and stay sideways. A gesture that facilitates rescue.
"Damn it, the Master Chief is not wearing a communicator, and we can't communicate over long distances. There are still 500 meters, which is just an instant for the Thunderhawk gunship!"
"No matter, pilot, adjust your posture first, adjust the gravity equipment to a low level, fly below the master chief to catch him!" The company commander gave urgent instructions, but the pilot retorted.
"He doesn't know we exist! According to the intelligence, he is blind. If he descends in a normal free fall posture, falls to his head or vital organs, and then bounces up due to low gravity, the possibility of falling again is very high, which is the same as The elastic meat ball looks like it is rising from a high-altitude iron plate.”
"I need him to stand up and use his thighs to cushion the impact and maintain stability!"
The company commander cursed. "I know it too, but now I can only rely on miracles! Go down there!"
The driver showed a troubled expression, but he still subconsciously started the engine and quickly accelerated diagonally downwards to several hundred meters below the free-falling Master Chief. But even so, his chance of death was still huge.
Just as the astropaths believe, no matter how much you go against fate, they still see the fate of Master Chief dying because of the war. Therefore, this path is already an established reality, unless there is an error in the Supreme Heaven, but this is impossible. .
Now that the pitiful hero is still falling, the Master Chief's eyes are dark, and in that illusion, he seems to hear a prayer, the voice is bright, and his thoughts of giving up survival briefly dissipate, and he listens in confusion, that is the emperor Who do the Imperial believers pray for?
After a brief pause in his thoughts, he suddenly felt a bright silver light in front of his eyes, which stung, and then the shriveled and unusable lens began to blur again. What was directly below him? !
hope! It's hope! He immediately adjusted his body posture and landed at the critical moment. His footsteps landed steadily on the metal outer layer of the gunboat. When the company commander heard that unique sound, he immediately smiled.
"He survived!"
Yes, the Master Chief survived. He stood tremblingly on the dented iron sheet. Even in low gravity, those complex alloys could hardly withstand the acceleration of Superman falling from an altitude of 10,000 meters. His thigh was broken, and his power armor His steps were broken, but he just tried his best to use his blurred and unreal eyes to find the focus of the silver light that just shone.
But a question soon arose. The Thunderhawk gunship's tailflare is orange...so where does that amazing silver light come from?
And whose praise was the prayer he heard? Those doubts flashed through the Master Chief's mind, but he quickly put them down because he knew that he had it, humans had it, and they had a father who took good care of them, but he couldn't get out now and could only let Chaos torture his children. …(End of Chapter)